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 Title: Ashley Ch.  02
Summary: Night at the mini-golf course brings two siblings closer.
Keywords: fic,inc
   Chapter 2: Trust
   What a beautiful Sunday morning to wake up to!  Sun was shining, birds
were singing, and I was feeling fan-fricking-tastic.  And what better
feeling is there than waking up with my lovely sister cuddled in my arms?
Sunday may be the start of a new week for most people, but that Sunday
marked the beginning of a new life for me.
   "Rise and shine, mister," Ashley mumbled, her back against me.
   I placed my chin on her shoulder and found her eyes still shut.  "How
did you know I was awake?"
   "Call it a woman's intuition.  I love how you hold me like this." She
held my hand firmly above her belly, her thumb stroking my palm.  "I want
to wake up like this everyday, forever and ever."
   "Forever is a long time."
   She opened her eyes as she turned her face to me.  "What time is it?"
   "It's not even eight.  We both went to sleep early."
   Ashley lowered her shoulder and pulled me on top of her.  I wasted no
time in covering her open mouth with mine.  My tongue slipped between her
lips, forcefully licking every spot.  Her moans, combined with the soft
breasts against my chest, did wonders for my morning wood.
   For once, it was my sister who ended our fun early.  "I hope my breath
doesn't stink.  I haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday morning."
   "You stopped me just to say that?  Here's what I think about it."
Resealing her lips with mine, I probed the inside of her mouth even more
rigorously.  I didn't care if the aftertaste of my cum lingered on her
tongue.  I wanted to show her I was willing to do anything to satisfy her.
   Ashley gave my butt a small squeeze, causing me to thrust into her
groin. She whimpered sharply.  "Mmm, you're so hard.  Do you need me to
relieve it?"
   "I think I should do this alone.  I really need to use the restroom."
   "I'll go with you.  I need to freshen up, too."
   I held Ashley's hand as I helped her off the bed.  She crossed her right
arm under my left, nestling her head on my shoulder.  We walked to the
bathroom side by side.
   "Mom and dad aren't awake yet," Ashley whispered, pointing at their
closed door.
   "Let's keep it that way," I whispered back.  Turning on the bathroom
light, I made a beeline to the toilet.
   Our bathroom is very spacious, almost like it's two in one.  The counter
has two sinks and it wasn't unlikely for both to be preoccupied on school
mornings.  Behind a mosaic glass door is another room, big enough to be a
separate bathroom, for the shower.  It even has it's own lock, so it's
possible for Nikky, Ashley, and me to be in the bathroom all at once,
although we have unwritten rule stating if anyone is taking a shower, we
don't enter at all unless it's an emergency.
   It was a little awkward urinating with Ashley in the room.  The counter
covered my lower half from anyone who may be at the sink, but the door was
generally locked whenever the toilet was in use.  She made no attempt to
peak at me, however.
   Ashley brushed her teeth with an electronic toothbrush, leaving the sink
running to drown out the sound of my business.  When I finished, I stood
beside her with my own battery-powered brush, mimicking her movements.  She
caught on quickly.  "Ha ha, fery funny, mifter," she said, her mouth
foaming with bubbles.
   Rinsing my mouth, "What?  I'm just trying to brush my teeth."
   "Oh ya?" Rinsing just as hurriedly, she took another mouthful of water
and spouted it at me.
   The jet of water hit my arm and sleeve.  "Ah!  I can't believe you did
that.  You're in trouble now."
   Ashley stuck out her tongue.  "What are you going to do about it, huh?"
   "Something like this." I filled my plastic cup with some water and flung
it toward her.  I wanted to splash her arm like she had done to me, but
before the water could land on her, she turned her body toward me, letting
it wet the front of her shirt instead.  It wasn't a lot of water, but it
was enough to make the fabric cling to her skin, and I could see the light
purplish coloring of her right bra cup beneath it.
   "Look at what you did!" Ashley gasped.  The bra became more visible as
she stretched the top and bottom of the shirt.  "Now I need to change.  Or
maybe," tapping her breast, "I should walk around the house like this and
show mom and dad what you did to me."
   I grabbed a towel and used it to hide my growing erection as I tried to
hand it to her.  "You remember what mom said last night, don't you?"
   Ashley refused to take the towel and began to casually brush her hair.
Not that it needed any work in the first place.  "About me wearing nothing
but underwear around the house?  Of course I do, but this time it's your
fault."
   The thought of my sister purposely exposing herself excited me, even
after considering whom it'll be in front of.  Two can play this game. 
"Okay, let's go.  I might as well enjoy the view while I can."
   "Hmph, alrighty then." Ashley put her brush down and I followed her
bouncing butt to the kitchen.
   Yesterday's full course breakfast was a rare treat; a real meal in the
morning doesn't happen often in our house.  Today, Frosted Flakes were the
only thing on the menu.
   Ashley placed the milk and cereal box on the table.  "It's so sunny
outside.  Makes me wish we had a swimming pool."
   I set two bowls and spoons and sat beside her, taking note of her dried
shirt.  "Me too.  I would love to see you in a bikini."
   She poured cereal into each of the bowls.  "One problem."
   Returning the favor by pouring the milk, "And what would that be?"
   "I don't have a bikini."
   "Really?  Your closet is packed with clothes.  I thought you'd have
something for any occasion."
   "Well, it's not that I don't have any swimwear.  It's that they're all
one-pieces."
   Thinking back on the few times we have swum together, it's true I'd
never seen Ashley in a bikini.  I simply figured it's because she was in
front of the family and didn't want to reveal too much.  But even when her
taut tummy was covered up in a bright yellow Lycra swimsuit, she looked
absolutely radiant.  Those rare vacation breaks were the closest I've
gotten to seeing her impeccable physique without any extra clothes to hide
her graceful curves.  Then to watch her rise up out of the water with her
golden hair clinging against her face and little droplets shimmering all
over her skin was more than enough to keep me from getting out of the water
myself.
   "Brian, can you take me shopping for one?  You can help me pick
something you like."
   "What, a bikini?  You trust me enough to make a decision like that?"
   "It'll be a special one I'll wear only for you.  After all, you did
bring up the topic.  Think of it as my early birthday present.  What do you
say?"
   Sure, I might've seen my sister in lingerie once or twice now, but a
bikini is an entirely different matter of the utmost importance!  It's my
civil duty to take her shopping for a set.  "Sounds great.  And I assume
you want to go to the beach, too?"
   "Yep.  Let's go whenever mom and dad take their vacation.  Then we can
have our own."
   "That sounds even better.  How long have you been planning this out?"
   "It's been on my mind for awhile.  You know, the past two minutes and
all."
   Ashley and I chuckled together.  We never would've had this sort of
conversation prior to that weekend.  Now it feels natural, like we're a
real couple.
   As we were about to finish our small breakfast, I heard feet shuffling
in the hallway.
   Our mom, Helena, yawned when she saw us.  She had one hand behind her
long blonde scraggly hair -- looking even worse than mine -- and the other
over her mouth.  "Oh, good morning, kids.  You're both up early." She
tightened the light blue robe around her waist.
   Our dad, Richard, was following closely behind her with one hand
scratching his belly.  He was walking on the ends of his green plaid
pajamas and looked like he would trip on them any second.  "I must still be
sleeping.  The kids are never up before us."
   Taking the empty bowls to the sink, I remarked, "That's right, you're
both dreaming.  How about you two head back to your bedroom and sleep some
more."
   "Feisty this morning, aren't we," Helena joked.  She and our dad took a
seat across from Ashley.  "Brian, just leave the bowls here.  I think we're
in the mood for some cereal."
   "Sure thing." I returned to the table with the bowls.
   Ashley stood up, twisting her upper body to her left until it cracked
loudly.  Then she twisted to her right, making another cracking noise. 
"Ah, much better."
   Dad shuddered uncomfortably.  "Ugh, I don't get how you can crack your
bones like that and not permanently injure yourself.  Fingers I can
understand, but not your back."
   "It doesn't hurt, daddy.  Brian and I had a reeeally tense night last
night." Ashley stretched her arms high above her head, raising the
oversized shirt just enough to show her peachy midriff.  My shorts barely
clung to her hips.  A slight tug and they would've fallen to the floor. 
But I wasn't able to concentrate on Ashley's body; I was more worried about
what she would say next.
   "And what were you lovebirds do-" Dad stopped mid-sentence.  "Are you
wearing your brother's clothing," he suddenly asked, crunching on a
mouthful of cornflakes.
   "Yes, I'm wearing his clothes.  Don't I look cute it them?" My sister
spun around to show them off.
   "Looks a little big on you," mom said to her.  Facing me now, "Any
reason why she's wearing your things?"
   I didn't know if Ashley was trying to make me sweat or she's actually
clueless, but if it's the former, she's doing a damn good job of it. 
Letting my sister "expose" herself didn't seem like such a great idea
anymore.  "They, uh, don't fit me anymore.  So in-instead of throwing them
away, I asked if she, um, wanted to take them.  And she did.  So now she's
wearing them." While I told our parents this, Ashley nodded at my every
word.
   Mom narrowed her eyes, giving us the detective look that suspects
there's more to it than that.  Before she could speak, our dad came to the
rescue and cut her off.  "Helen, honey, leave them alone.  Let them wear
whatever they want.  I just noticed Ashley's clothes looked a little large,
that's all."
   "All right, all right, I don't really care anyway.  Better than throwing
it out, I suppose." She gave her bowl a few stirs with her spoon.  "Did
either of you bring in the newspaper yet?  I need to find some shoe sales."
   "Not yet but Brian and I will get it." Ashley placed her hands on my
shoulders and quickly pushed me through the living room and out the front
door.  Behind us, I could hear dad scold mom about her shoe-buying antics.
   Once we were clear of the door, I abruptly dug my heels into the ground.
   "Brian, why'd you stop?" Ashley let go of my shoulders, continuing ahead
of me toward the driveway.
   "Ash, don't walk away from me.  Are you trying to get us caught?" I
grabbed her right wrist and she immediately turned around.  I was just
about ready to tell her exactly how annoyed I was with the way she's being
so careless about our relationship.  I may have overlooked her actions
before, but I needed to set things straight with her right away.
   However, my initial anger subsided into nothingness when I saw Ashley's
face.  Her expression wasn't one of surprise, confusion, or - thank
goodness - fear.  What I saw was a subtle smile, two beaming eyes, and long
flowing tresses carried by the gentle summer breeze over her innocent face.
How can I be angry in light of a sublime portrait like that?
   Even when something isn't quite right, there are faint upward curls in
the corners of her mouth.  "What's gotten into you?  Why are you so riled
up all of a sudden?"
   "I-I...  I don't know.  The things you said a while ago, you have no
idea how nervous you made me.  It's like you might as well tell them every
little detail about what we were doing last night.  Jeez, Ash, 'we had a
really tense night?' If they think outside the box for one second, they'll
figure out what we've been doing, or at the least something else we
shouldn't be."
   "Brian, I think you're overreacting.  In their eyes we're perfect in
every way.  How many times do I have to tell you I know the consequences of
what we're doing?  It's not like I want them to find out." Ashley took a
step toward me and held my right hand in her left, entwining our fingers
together.  "I want to be intimate with you and them knowing will ruin it
for me.  For us.  There are still so many things I haven't experienced yet.
It's too early to end this."
   "Maybe I am overreacting but just because you don't think we'll get
caught doesn't mean we won't.  There's nothing else I would love to do more
than to show the world our affection when we're out on a date or whatever.
It's when we're around the house we need to cool it.  I...  I don't want
this to end either."
   "Oh Bry..." Ashley fell into my chest, hugging her arms around me.  I
stumbled a step backward.  "Do you mean it?  About going on a date
together?" She gazed into my eyes, searching for an answer.
   I immediately straightened myself up.  "Y-yeah, I mean it.  It's not
like we haven't gone out together before."
   "But, you mean a real date, right?"
   A date...  with my sister.  Did I really just ask her out?  I didn't
intend for the "d" word to actually mean anything when I said it.  I wanted
to propose a night out for the two of us eventually, but this was hardly
the romantic gesture I've envisioned.  But if Ashley is saying yes, then
I'll gladly accept it.  "Yeah, Ashley.  A real date."
   Smiling happily, she hid her blushing face in my chest.  Till now, my
arms had been dangling beside me, somewhat stumped by the change of events.
I've had never seen my sister like this before.  She looked so...  cute,
almost like she's a child again.  To me she sort of still is.  It amazes me
how she can balance her youthfulness and maturity together.
   Surrounding her shoulders in my arms, I hugged her snugly against me. 
It seemed like an eternity since I held Ashley like this.  She hasn't left
my sight all weekend yet I missed everything about her.  For a moment I
forgot where we were, why we were even out of the house.  "Ash, mom and dad
are going to wonder what's taking us so long."
   She remained steady.  "I don't care about them anymore.  They can wait
another minute...  another lifetime."
   If only things could be that simple.  Gazing down at her, I tenderly
kissed the top of her golden hair.  "What am I going to do with you?"
   Ashley lifted her head, still adorning her beautiful smile.  As I stared
into her glimmering eyes, I regretted feeling what I did minutes ago. 
She's grown into such an incredibly smart and sexy gal.  There was no
mistaking her words, her emotions; she meant everything she's said to me.
It was time I trusted her more.
   I gave my sister another small kiss on the forehead, squeezing every
last ounce of warmth out of her.  With a satisfied sigh, she finally let
go. I knew I should've done the same, but I wanted to prolong the moment
for as long as I could.  Turning her around in my arms, I followed her tiny
footsteps as she tried to walk in my embrace.
   I needed to be more like Ashley.
   * * *
   "Brian, help me out with this," Ashley called from my computer.  "I
forgot where I turn in this quest."
   I laid down my magazine and hopped out of my bed to her side.
   "Here.  Look at your map," I pointed on the screen.  "Whenever you
finish a quest, find this yellow dot."
   "And what about these red dots?  There's like twenty of them in the
way."
   "Those represent wild beasts.  Your character can track where they are."
   "Hmm, all right." Peering closer to the monitor, my sister resumed her
adventurous journey.
   After our early morning chore, Ashley and I retreated to my room to do
who-knows-what.  She made the unusual suggestion of trying out the online
phenomenon I've been so addicted to over the past few months.  Not one to
deny her request, I promptly loaded up the game and let her create a new
character to try out.
   Nearly an hour had passed since she started playing.  With nothing else
to do, I was skimming through the latest issues of my PC and tech
magazines. Only the tapping of the keyboard and mouse clicks kept me from
dozing off from boredom.  It's a huge contrast to what I experienced the
day before.
   Flipping through the pages, an attractive redheaded female in a
seductive pose caught my eye.  Sex sells, even when it comes to gadgets. 
The full-figured model sported a sleek MP3 player on her hip.
   Ashley's birthday was coming up in a month and I didn't have a clue what
I should be getting her.  The previous year, I bought her a few DVDs for
her movie collection, but this time I wanted to get her something really
fancy.  I should've been thinking rings and diamonds instead of
electronics, considering where our relationship was headed, but she knows
me well enough to understand I'm not that kind of guy.  Plus, it might be
weird for her to receive expensive jewelry from her brother in front of the
parents.  Something like a MP3 player would be far less suspicious.  Then
again...
   "Briii-an, I need your help with this."
   I lost count of how many times Ashley had called my name.  With every
cry for help, I flew to her side, like I was making up for the gaping hole
in my childhood illusions of becoming a superhero.  I rolled out another
chair and sat beside my damsel in distress.  "What can I do for you, Ash?"
   "This imp-thingy is pissing me off.  It keeps calling two more of those
monsters to attack me whenever I almost kill it."
   Remembering how much trouble I had with the same creature, I instructed,
"That's because some monsters like to run away when they're low on health.
What you should do is use this skill at the start.  Then you use these two
to weaken it.  Make sure you run way back here when you fight it so it's
too far from his friends.  As it runs, use this to slow it down and... 
Ash? Got that so far?"
   Ashley had her left elbow on the edge of the table, her chin in her
palm. Her eyebrows were furled in concentration, although confusion was
probably the more accurate term.  I couldn't help but notice how charming
she looked.
   "I don't understand a word you just said.  Why don't you do it for me,"
she suggested.
   My geeky side reared its horned-rimmed glasses-wearing head.  "All
right, scoot over a little.  Watch and learn, for I will teach you a
valuable lesson."
   Ashley did as she was told and I centered myself in front of the screen.
Tilting my head back and forth, I reigned my fingers over my personal
domain.  Once I get in the zone, nothing can overtake my focus.
   But for some reason, my detailed strategy didn't work out the way I
hoped it would, and I ended up dying more than a few times.  Ashley found
my deaths amusing, however; she laughed a little louder each time my corpse
dropped to the ground.
   "You're right, I'm learning so much from you," she mocked.
   "Damn it, I'll get the bastard.  It's been awhile since I've done this
and the server is lagging.  My latency is like three times higher than
usual."
   My concentration broke when I felt something land on my lap.  I looked
down and spotted both of Ashley's feet inches from my cock.
   "Um, what are you doing?" I asked dryly, watching her toes wiggle
sprightly.
   She slouched slightly in her chair, stretching her feet toward my
growing erection.  "You look really cute when you're angry."
   Glancing behind her at the open door, I repeated, "What are you doing?"
   "Shhh," my sister abruptly sounded.  She kicked the side of my chair's
backrest, turning me to face her.  With her eyes locked onto the tent in my
shorts, she purred, "Let me see what we have here."
   Ashley's right foot returned to my groin.  I gasped inside my mouth,
doing my best to keep silent.  Voices from the living room TV reminded me
we weren't alone in the house.  Using her other foot, she rubbed the length
my shaft, which was burning against my inner thigh.  The death cry of my
character failed to draw my attention.
   "Do you feel okay, Brian?  You look flustered."
   I couldn't answer her; I could only stare at her foot teasing me.
   After a few painfully slow strokes, Ashley bumped the front of her chair
into my legs, her knees bending as we moved closer.  She straightened her
right leg to my face and lifted my chin with her toes.  Sucking the tip of
her left pinky in the corner of her mouth, she ran her foot down my chest.
"You look really, really cute."
   Ashley sunk lower in her chair as she continued to play with my cock. 
Both of her feet moved in tandem in an attempt to get me off.  At least
that's what I was hoping was her intention.  Otherwise I'd be in a very
grumpy and bitter mood.
   The feeling wasn't as intense as the messy handjob from last night, but
any sort of advance on her end was enough to arouse my senses.  Being able
to see my sister do this in broad daylight was icing on an already yummy
cake.  To gaze into her light brown eyes, to lust after her airy lips, to
adore her rosy cheeks...  she could've been sitting there reading a book
and I would've felt the same way.
   Ashley began to stroke my hard-on in opposite directions, moving one
foot downwards while the other went up.  Occasionally they'd meet in the
middle and she'd give me a squeeze.  And every time she did, I'd bounce off
the backrest as shivers rippled through my spine.  Excited as I was, her
docile pace prevented me from going completely overboard in pleasure.
   Oddly, it was Ashley who appeared to be getting restless as the footjob
went on.  Her butt squeaked against the leather seat as her knees couldn't
decide whether they wanted to stay apart or together.  I could see her
breasts swelling through the loose shirt she still wore.
   What my sister did next shouldn't have surprised me anymore, but it did.
Not one to ignore her own needs, her right hand hovered over the hem of her
shorts, her middle finger poking its way through the waistband.  Closing
her eyes, she bit down on the pinky in her mouth as she slowly played with
herself.
   Ashley giggled a giggle that border lined naughty and nice.  "Mmm, it's
been too long.  Twelve hours at least."
   I watched her finger slide in and out of her shorts with pure devotion.
"We've been asleep for almost ten of them," I said.
   "You know what I was dreaming about?" She tilted her head to her left,
causing strands of her hair to partly drape over her face.
   "Normally I'd say rainbows and unicorns but now I don't know what to
think."
   Ashley opened her eyes.  "I'm impressed.  But then, maybe I should be
worried."
   "About what?"
   "You can actually joke around with your cock being toyed with.  I hope
I'm not losing my touch." At the microscopic chance she was, she increased
the pressure on my shaft.  It stretched as high up as it could under my
shorts, allowing her easier access to rub the entire girth.
   If the size of my cock wasn't enough proof, I faintly assured her,
"Don't worry, you're not."
   "I kind of liked it when you can't say anything.  Besides sex-related
stuff."
   "I thought my witty comments were what you liked the most about me?"
   "Yeah, just like that one." In the brief second it took me to gaze at my
sister's smile, she slipped two more fingers inside her shorts.  Her
ability to fulfill her own desires while handling mine also had me
grinning.
   "How many times a day do you, um, do that?" I asked.
   Ashley pulled her hand out to examine its shiny coating.  "What makes
you think I even do it every day?"
   Before two days ago, nothing would've led me to believe she does it at
all.  Not that I believed she wasn't educated on the subject, but because
she's my little sister and it's forbidden to masturbate with a horny older
brother who yearns for her one room away.  Kind of ironic now that I think
about it.  "All right, how many times a week?"
   "Hmm...  at least fourteen." Inserting her fingers into her mouth, she
sucked loudly on her juices.  My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets; how
I wished it were my mouth tasting her delectable juices!  I became thirsty
in an instant, and the only thing that could quench it was my sister's
moisture.
   Ashley pulled her fingers out with a pop, and then slipped them back
into her shorts.  "I've been doing it more and more recently," she freely
added.
   "So, ah, at least twice a, uh, day?" I gulped between every word.
   "Mm-hmm.  You're quite the curious one today."
   "I thought I knew everything about you, but now I'm learning you're a
sex-crazed bunny."
   "You make it sound like a bad thing.  It's only your carrot I'm hungry
for." Ashley winked slyly beneath the hair over her eyes.
   "And that's what you're digging for?"
   "Yep, exactly."
   Life was good and all seemed to be going smoothly.  A nice conversation
between siblings with a little bit of foreplay to spice things up.  That
is, until a motherly voice in the background nearly caused me to jump out
of my seat.  Thank goodness Ashley's feet were there to hold me down.
   Our mom poked her head into the room.  "Hey kids, doing okay in here?"
   "Yes, mom," Ashley answered casually, still rubbing my straining shaft.
She didn't look the least bit surprised.  Instead, she simply gave me
another wink.
   Because Ashley was between the door and me, our mom couldn't see what we
were doing.  Only the top half of Ashley's head and my upper body were
visible over the backrest of her chair.  For all she knows, we could've
just been chatting in front of my computer.
   Shuffling through her purse, mom said, "I'm going to the market right
now and I'm wondering if there's anything else besides the norm you guys
want me to pick up.  Your father wants to try out his new grill tonight for
dinner."
   "How about some whipped cream and chocolate syrup," Ashley asked, a
wicked grin stretching across her face.
   "Hmm?  What for?" Mom looked up at me a little perplexed.  I tried my
best to recompose my dumb expression, but Ashley wasn't making it easy for
me.
   "I want to have some toppings with my hot, tasty ice cream." As Ashley
said "cream," she gave my erection an extra rough grope.
   I lurched forward with mom still eyeing me.  My heart stopped from the
shock and dread of getting discovered.  It wasn't until a foot nudged me in
the stomach it resumed beating.
   Despite my sister's strange choice of words, "hot" and "ice cream"
didn't seem to register anything out of the ordinary in our mom's mind. 
"Are you okay, Brian?  Your cheeks are bright red.  Almost as bright as
your nose last night."
   "Don't you have to go now," I desperately pleaded.  The dam was nearly
ready to burst and it wasn't something I wanted my mother to witness.
   "There's no need to be so subtle.  If you want me to go, then just tell
me.  We're both adults here; let's not beat around the bush.  Time is
precious, right?  Tell me to quit blabbing away and-"
   "Mom!" I yelped.
   "Oh c'mon, I'm only messing with you.  Okay, I'll go now.  Picking up
Nicole on the way home as well.  See you guys in an hour." She disappeared
before Ashley and I could say our good-byes.
   "Ash, you're killing me," I exasperated.
   "Really?  You want me to stop?" She eased her feet off my throbbing
cock. I felt a healthy dose of cum trickle out of it beneath my shorts.  "I
thought we're having so much fun together."
   "You'll kill me if you stop."
   "Sounds like a no-win situation." Putting her feet back where they
belong on my crotch, "If I were you, I might as well die after cumming."
   "My sentiments exactly."
   After a momentary pause, Ashley asked, "So how about you?"
   "What about me?"
   "How many times do you masturbate," she blurted.
   I sensed her breathing heightening as her strokes on me, and herself,
accelerated.  "Once a night, almost every night."
   "Why not every night?"
   "Sometimes I'm so sleepy after spending all night with you I crash face
first into my bed."
   "That won't be a problem anymore.  Next time you spend all night with
me, I'll make sure my Tiger is taken care of." Ashley pressed the head of
my cock down, watching its shape spring back up when she let it go.
   "Are you referring to me or my little friend down there?" I said staring
at her foot.
   She watched my erection bounce as she continued to flick the head and
brush the side it with her other foot.  "Both.  And I wouldn't exactly call
it small."
   "My friend thanks you for the compliment."
   "It should come out and thank me personally."
   Using each set of toes, Ashley grabbed the top of my shorts.  I lifted
myself up on the edge of my seat, allowing her to demonstrate how agile her
toes were by pulling them to my knees.  My cock rose even higher,
struggling to free itself from the thin fabric of my boxers.  Ashley moved
her left foot into the gaping right sleeve and lightly touched the
sensitive tip.  A sample of my pearly cream welcomed her presence.
   "Fuck, that's hot." With her right foot, she tried to pull the sleeve as
far up my leg as she could.  My cock poked its bulbous head into the open
air and she started to flick and stroke it.
   "It won't be much longer," I groaned.  The contact was agonizing,
amazing, and I wasn't sure if I wanted it to end of go on forever.
   Ashley moved her hand faster between her thighs, biting her lower lip as
her trembling knuckle gripped the seat's armrest.  "I'm going to cum, too."
   When she announced her imminent orgasm, I lost control.  The first spurt
shot right past her foot, landing on the edge of her seat.  My pulsing cock
jumped excitedly for the next one, hitting the side of Ashley's left ankle.
She blocked the last one with her foot, the stream splattering against her
toes.  Having came so much the previous night, the amount of jizz I
unloaded was three spurts more than I was expecting.
   "Ooh, now that is hot," Ashley cooed.
   I slumped down in my chair.  "Did you cum?" I was so enthralled in my
own orgasm I couldn't tell if my sister got off.
   "Oh yeah," she said softly.  "It's nice to have a smaller one every once
in awhile.  My body can only take so much."
   Ashley removed her hand from her crotch.  It was slicked with her
juices, practically dripping from her fingers.  With a sudden swipe, she
scooped up as much of my cum as she could from her leather seat.  The scent
of our sex fluids mixing together was intoxicating.
   "My favorite," Ashley swooned, bringing the load closer to her wet lips.
   "Think it'll really taste better with chocolate and whipped cream?"
   Ashley just giggled as she stuffed her fingers into her mouth.  Raunchy
sucking noises ensued, ending with another pop as she pulled them out.
   "I'll clean you up," I told her.  I stood up and lifted my shorts,
ignoring the stray cum spots on my leg.
   "Thanks," she said, as I handed her the hand towel I had used to dry her
with from last night.  She wiped her leg clean and tossed the soiled towel
to me.
   "Oh gee, thanks a lot." Discarding it with my growing pile of cumstained
laundry from the past two days, I sat back down at my computer.  "Guess
I'll come back for this guy after another level."
   In a low voice, Ashley confessed, "I don't think I'll ever get addicted
to playing that game.  But," leading my chin toward her with her
fingertips, "I am addicted to playing this one."
   "I'm starting to like this one, too.  It doesn't cost me fourteen bucks
a month to play."
   She leaned forward and gave me a small peck on the lips.
   "You haven't told me what you were dreaming about," I said to her,
remembering our sidetracked discussion.
   "It doesn't matter anymore.  It won't be a dream for much longer."
   * * *
   "One well-done steak ready to go," my dad shouted over his shoulder.
   "I'll take that," Ashley said as she passed the grill.
   It was six in the evening and dad was cooking up steaks in the backyard.
Less than an hour had passed from our afternoon romp when Nicole, my other
younger sister, came home with mom from her sleepover.  My time with Ashley
had been kept relatively tame for the remainder of the day.
   Dinner proceeded like almost every dinner before it.  Except Ashley
couldn't keep her feet to herself.  Wearing knee-high socks, she brushed my
leg throughout the entire meal.  Not surprisingly, I didn't do anything to
stop her.  It felt comforting, like one of those things you don't think
about, but when it's not there, you wonder how you ever lived without it.
   As dinner came to an end, dad came up with an idea.  "Everyone up for
some golf after dinner?"
   Mom quickly replied.  "What, this late on a Sunday night?"
   "Sure, why not.  The kids don't have school."
   "Yes, I'm well aware of that, but we still have work in the morning."
   "Come on, mom," I interrupted, "it's not late at all; not even seven
yet. Don't tell me you're afraid of losing?"
   Mom shot me a piercing glare, though her smirk belied her true
competitive nature.  "Oh please, don't be so naïve.  Just because you guys
almost tied with me last time doesn't mean you're good enough to beat me."
   "Then you wouldn't mind putting us in our place one more time."
   "Don't try that trick on me.  I know I'll win and I don't need to prove
it.  But," sensing every pair of eyes on her, "a little bit of exercise can
do us all some good, especially you, Brian.  You stay home way too much for
a college student.  You even have a car to get away from us with."
   "Um, I'll be sure to think about that." Was my mom insane?  The more
time I spend away from the house, the less time I'll get to spend with my
sister.  Guess I'll just have to kidnap Ashley and take her with me
wherever I go.
   "Then it's settled," dad smiled, unaware of the wacky conclusion his son
resolved upon.  "Lace up your golf shoes and let's hit the green!"
   * * *
   "You can do it, Rich!" my mom inspired.  "Last one, make it count."
   "Yeah, yeah, let me concentrate," dad retorted.  After a seemingly long
warm-up stretch, he swung his golf club and smacked the ball along the
artificial grass.  It bounced off a bumper to the left, ricocheted off
another to the middle, and then descended down a short hill.  "Oh yes, I
think I got it," he declared enthusiastically.  The ball continued to roll
toward a fearsome orange polka-dotted dragon, but just as the ball was
about to enter its open mouth, its jaw snapped down and blocked the narrow
path.  "Damn it!" he yelled.
   For the umpteenth time, my dad feel victim to the various traps littered
throughout the park's courses.  It wasn't unusual for him to slip up - it's
virtually reached the point of being ritualistic - but no matter how many
times it happens, he always manages to draw a roar of laughter from the
family.
   Mom announced from the other end of the hole, "Nicole, sugar, it's your
turn."
   Nikky got up beside me from the bench and made haste to the starting
area.
   "Good luck," Ashley encouraged from the comfort of my lap.
   Once Nikky had her ball settled, my right hand peaked into view,
skimming over the bare skin before me.  It had become a gut reaction for
whenever Ashley and I sat alone.  The benches at each hole were,
conveniently, big enough for only two.  Being the suave gentlemen I am, I
let Ashley sit on my knee so we could make room for Nicole.  But even when
it was Nicole's turn to golf, Ashley never bothered with the empty seat.
   My hands spent more time rubbing Ashley's legs than they did holding my
golf club.  There was no way I could keep them off her; especially with the
skirt she was wearing.  It was black and ruffled with white floral
patterns, covering the top half of her thighs while hanging dangerously low
on her hips.  Her white blouse, which ended above her midriff, was just as
elegant and sexy, featuring an even more complex floral design in golden
sequins.  The ensemble flourished more flesh than her regular outfits but
was still far from showing "too much."
   Supporting the definition of beauty were two heeled sandals.  Dad
disliked the shoes, saying they'd be a pain to golf in, but mom fell in
love with the diamond-studded straps and demanded Ashley tell her where she
had bought them.  After asking where she got the money to pay for them, of
course.  The heels leveled my sister's eyes with mine and made her appear
much older, like she was twenty instead of eighteen.
   Ashley watched the others with a wide smile, doing very little else to
let me know I was having any effect on her.  That was fine with me, though;
I was enjoying myself.
   Unfortunately, mom had to butt into our affairs once again.  "Ashley,
it's your turn!"
   Ashley plucked my hand off her left leg and stood up.  "Coming!"
   Sighing alone on the dark bench, I watched my sister prepare her swing.
Like a proper girl should, she bent her knees as she positioned her ball
instead of bending at the waist.  It was to be expected, being with family
and all.  She had done this with the previous seventeen holes, but that
didn't mean I couldn't pray for her to lean forward just once to get a
snippet of her panties.  If she even wore any that is, which, judging by
how careful she was being with her skirt, could very well have been a
possibility.  Granted it's a minor possibility seeing as how I had never
caught her without one.
   Ashley swung her golf stick in a superb showcase of beauty and strength.
Everything around her was reduced to slow motion.  Her lengthy hair floated
in the breeze as her skirt flew effortlessly through the air.  Torso
entirely rotated, arms fully extended behind her, she looked more
professional than Tiger Woods.  At the apex of her swing, her hair fell
neatly in place around her shoulders, her clothing looking as sleek as the
day she had bought them.  Sure, it was just miniature golf, but this was
miniature golf at its finest.
   Her ball managed to accomplish what our dad's couldn't.  It entered the
dragon's mouth unscathed and rolled out through its tail to the lower level
of the course, resting a mere foot away from the hole.  Ashley hit her ball
the closest out of all of us so far, and her elated laughter made sure
everyone knew it.
   I didn't give mom the liberty of introducing the next golfer, nor did I
wait for Ashley to leave the starting mat before prepping my turn.  She saw
me coming and took two steps backwards, giving me all the space I needed.
Sizing up the obstacles, I struck the ball with precise timing, allowing it
to rebound off the corners and through the dragon to a hole-in-one.
   "Nice shot!" Ashley exclaimed behind me.
   A smug smile crossed my face.  "Thanks.  You're pretty good at handling
long, hard sticks yourself."
   She mirrored my grin.  "Only because I have a brother who lets me
practice."
   Wrapping my left arm around her shoulders, we waddled side by side to
the rest of the family as they finished their turns.
   * * *
   Shortly afterwards, it was time for mom's ceremonial reading of the
scores.  "With a final score of forty-two, taking home the title of winner
and champion, is none other than me, the almighty Helena of Camelot Golf
Park.  Hold off the applause until after I'm done, thank you, thank you."
   The audience booed unanimously.
   "Ouch, ow, tough crowd.  Moving on then.  Coming in second, trailing by
four strokes is 'Macho Man' Brian.  So close, dear, better luck next time?"
   "Yep.  Next time, mom," I said.
   "Looking forward to it.  Behind Brian by five strokes is Nicole.  Great
job, honey.  You made the biggest improvement out of all of us tonight."
   "Yeah, Nikky," Ashley said, giving her younger sister a high-five, "you
really surprised us."
   "Ash, you're getting better, too.  You were behind Nicole by only two,"
mom stated.  "Last, and certainly not least, is Richard, whose score I will
keep secret between the two of us."
   Dad loomed over mom's shoulder.  "It can't be that bad.  Let's see, I
got a score of...  oh...  this will remain classified information between
adults."
   There was a small round of laughs.
   "What time is it now?" Nicole asked.
   My dad peeked at his watch.  "It's five past eight.  About another hour
'til closing time.  We won't be able to finish a full course at our rate."
   "How about going straight to the more intricate holes?" mom suggested.
Even though she had refused to come in the first place, the taste of
victory proved to be too sweet to deny.
   "I have no problem with that.  How about you guys," dad inquired.
   Ashley, apparently, had other plans for the rest of the night.  "Would
it be okay if Brian and I split up from you guys instead?"
   "Um, yeah, sure." Dad looked down at his youngest daughter.  "But what
about Nikky?"
   Nikky glanced over her shoulder at Ashley.  I did the same and caught
Ashley giving the twelve year-old a wink.  "It's all right," Nikky said,
turning back to dad.  "I'll go with you and mom."
   "Hmm, in that case, meet here at the fountain at eight-fifty?"
   Ashley jumped to my side and hooked her left arm around my right,
mashing the side of her breast into my bicep.  "Yep, sounds like a plan."
   Dad promptly led his group to the next course.  "Okay, have fun.  We'll
be heading this way."
   Ashley shoved her golf stick into my chest.  "And we'll be heading that
way." Not wasting any more time, she escorted me to the course opposite our
parents.  I turned my head behind me to see the trio disappearing behind
some animal-shaped hedges.
   We rushed by the first two holes before stopping in a brightly lit area
surrounded by water.  Ashley unraveled her arm from me and ran to the pier
overlooking the expansive pond.  After taking a moment to admire the view,
she turned around with her hands behind her on the railings.  "It's just
you and me now, Tiger."
   I hopped onto the wooden platform and surveyed the lush landscape.  For
a mini golf park, it had some spectacular scenery.  Everything looked
smaller, but still very impressive.  "How did you do that?" I asked, laying
the sticks against the rails.
   "Do what?" My sister spun around to face the pond.  She crossed her arms
in front of her and propped herself on the barrier, pushing her breasts up
alluringly.
   Captivated by the plum-sized orbs, I blindly fished some coins from my
pocket and held them out to her.  "The thing with Nikky.  It's not right
for her to want to hang out with mom and dad.  But you gave her a wink and
then she decided to go with them."
   "It's no big deal." She picked up a dime from my hand and tossed it into
the water, unaware of what I was gawking at.  "Nicole doesn't mind doing me
favors.  She and I have a special bond."
   I tore my eyes away and threw in a nickel.  "I hope it's nothing like
what we have."
   "No, you perv!" Ashley slapped me on the shoulder, almost making me drop
the rest of the coins.  "I do something for her - help with homework, give
advice on boys, clothes - and she does something for me."
   "Oh right, sisterly stuff." Her answer was what I had been expecting,
although my shoulder could've done without the bruising.  "So which hole do
you want to go to first?  How 'bout that one, with the roller-coaster
loop."
   "Do you really want to golf right now?  'Cause that's not why I asked
Nikky for a favor."
   As I handed her a club, she frowned at me with gross dissatisfaction. 
"Ash, whatever you're thinking about has to wait.  There are still people
around."
   "Not for long.  Most of them are heading back to turn in their sticks
and balls." Ashley poked the front of my pants with her club for emphasis.
"Come on, just trust me."
   I looked around and unsuccessfully spotted another soul within a hundred
feet of us.  A part of me wanted to see what she had in mind, but the other
half thought it'd be better to wait an hour until we're in the safety of
our bedroom walls.  "I mean it, we really should wait."
   "Fine," Ashley sighed, "be boring.  But I get to go first." She stomped
to the next hole, leaving me behind to chase after her.
   Over a bridge and around a sculptured bush of an elephant, my sister
declared she wanted to test her golfing prowess on a hole with a large ramp
and wide water pit.  Taking a seat on a nearby bench, I carefully watched
my sister from the side as she prepared her turn.  She held onto each end
of her club and stretched her arms far out behind her, jutting her shapely
breasts through her blouse.  She twisted her body sideways, keeping her
arms extended, and exposing more of her midriff.  Properly relaxed, my
sister bent over at the waist, lower...  and lower...  and lower, until her
left hand touched the ground to settle the ball, and her skirt rose high
above her knees.  Before I could jump off the bench and run behind Ashley
to get a view of her delicious derriere, she straightened herself up and
looked over at me.
   "Are you okay, Brian?  You're pretty quiet."
   "I'm okay," I answered strenuously.
   My self-control had completely disintegrated.  Fifteen seconds of
staring at Ashley's limber figure was all I needed to cave in to my primal
urges.  But if I were to succumb to her worldly charms now, that'd just
give her permission in the future to suggest even more crazy ideas.
   Self-control...  self-control...  I needed some self-control.
   Ashley swung at her bright pink ball and sent it bouncing along the
green, but the awkward animation prevented it from crossing over the water
successfully.  It splashed into the clear blue.
   "Aww, man.  That sucks," my sister pouted.  She made her way to the ramp
and kneeled down onto her knees.  Reaching in with her golf stick, she
pulled the ball closer and grabbed it with her hand.
   Boy, did she look cute.  I should've offered to get the ball for her,
but I was so hypnotized by her childlike behavior, I could only think about
how much I cherish her.
   "It's your turn," Ashley hollered from the ramp, using the bottom ruffle
of her skirt to dry her ball.
   "Coming!" I prepped my shot by doing a few practice swings.  My pants
had gotten rather tight and I figured loosening my limbs might also loosen
up the slack.
   Keeping my eyes on the ramp and Ashley's creamy legs, I propelled my
upper body forward in one powerful motion.  Just as my club was about to
collide with the ball, I looked up my sister, and my knees unhitched at the
sight of her.  Holding her pink golf ball between her thumb and main
finger, she had the round object pressed against her scarcely parted lips,
kissing it like she would a fresh, crimson strawberry, which further
appeared like she was sucking on the tip of a long and hard treat.
   My imagination works in strange and mysterious ways.  I sent my ball
soaring over the ramp and into the bushes to the side.
   Moving her hand away from her mouth, Ashley said, "I guess it's my turn
again." She sauntered toward me and bumped me with her right hip.
   Screw self-control, screw self-discipline.  I wanted Ashley to take me
under her wings and do whatever she pleased with me.  Whatever my baby
sister wants, my baby sister gets.  Does that make me weak if I want to
give in to her frolicking?  I've told her thousands of times I'd do
anything for her, and no matter how troublesome it may have been for me,
I've proved it, just to be rewarded with her smile.  So why am I
restraining myself from something we both wanted?
   Like a brainless loon, I watched Ashley take her turn again.  The only
thing that registered in my sex-filled mind was the splashing sound of her
ball plunging into the water.  "Grrr, I'm starting to really hate this
hole," she growled.  "Can I have do-over?  Brian?  Bry?"
   "Huh?  Um, sure.  Let me, ah, get your ball, too."
   As I shakily kneeled over the ramp and peered at my reflection in the
water, I came up with the perfect plan to win my trophy sister while
retaining the last shred of sanity I still had.  Well, not really a plan,
but a goal.  If Ashley wanted to have some fun, then we'll have some fun. I
just needed to wait for an opening.
   Below the shallow river was an undersea graveyard of neon-colored balls
previous golfers had left behind.  Seeing as how I had no intention of
rummaging through thorny bushes for mine, I snatched Ashley's and an extra
one for me.  After drying them against the side of my pants, I handed my
sister her ball.  "Here you go, Ash."
   Quietly standing behind Ashley, I waited for her turn with the patience
of a kid next in line to the most death-defying, physics-bending roller
coaster this side of the galaxy.  Except my sweetie gives an adrenaline
rush far greater than any measly park ride.  Fully aware of what I was
doing back there, Ashley bent her knees as she lowered the ball, offering
me no quick peeks of her tushie that time.  She swung at the ball and it
hopped along the ground, hitting the incline and rolling back down to us.
It stopped at her foot.
   Here goes nothing.
   "You're not hitting it right, Sis.  You're making the ball bounce when
you really want it to roll.  Here, let me show you how to do it." I
approached my sister and held her bare waist, resting my chin on her left
shoulder.
   Ashley immediately straightened her back against me.  "Your hands are
cold."
   "Sorry.  Let me warm them up." I slid my fingertips along her skin and
under the bottom of her blouse.  Her body was strikingly soft and inviting.
Her mouth opened, but the water jets from the fountains drowned out
whatever sound she may have made.  My hands circled slowly above her
stomach, feeling every restrained breath she took.
   Ashley whimpered, "Brian...  not now."
   I whispered 'ok' into her ear, a tad shocked to hear her say no.  It's
unlikely she had a change of heart or agreed with what I said earlier,
especially with her recent teasing.  I held her hands as she clutched the
stick and moved my right foot between her legs to position the ball.
   "Tighten your grip," I instructed.  Her hands clenched.  "Now bend over
a little bit." She did and my body stuck to hers like glue.  Her amazing
butt pressed into my groin and lively cock.  "Ready?"
   Ashley nodded, her hair brushing against my cheek.  Turning her body
with mine, we swung at the ball together.  It cruised smoothly onto the
ramp and over the river, stopping inches from the hole.  "Not bad," she
said, keeping her eyes on the ball.
   "Thanks.  But I'll need to redo my stroke." I released her from my hold
but she didn't move.  "Ashley?" Peering over her shoulder, I whispered into
her ear, "Ash, it's my turn."
   "Oh...  kay." After a few seconds of hesitation, she finally stepped
forward and headed to the other side.
   Not wanting to leave Ashley alone for any longer than necessary, I
speedily took a swing at my ball; it stopped shortly behind hers.  Nearing
my sister, I asked, "Need help for this one?"
   She stood ready beside her ball.  "I think I can handle it myself if
it's just six inches away."
   "That's not what I meant..."
   Putting the ball successfully into the hole, Ashley quipped, "See, told
you so." She turned her back to me as she bent over at the waist to
retrieve her ball, keeping her knees together and her legs perfectly
aligned.  This had the marvelous effect of raising the back of her skirt
high above her calves, high enough to show the bottom curve of her butt
cheeks.  This time, I had the perfect view to see it happening.  And as
high as her skirt went, so did my erection.
   When Ashley stood up, letting what seemed like a full minute pass by,
she immediately paced to the next hole, abandoning me with solely the
tantalizing outline of her backside to keep me company.  She didn't even
look back.
   "Wait up," I called after her.  Not bothering to finish the hole, I
grabbed my ball and ran to her side.
   "This one looks like fun.  Two jumps, a bridge, lots of corners. 
There's even a castle at the end."
   The course was much darker than the others, with the only source of
artificial lights coming from the castle and in the water.  All I could
make out was my sister's silhouette and the glowing golf ball between her
fingers.  "Yeah, this one looks like it'll be a good challenge."
   Ashley dropped her ball onto the starting mat.  "You can help me with
this swing."
   "It'll be my honor.  I'll do anything for my princess." I gave her a
small bow before positioning myself behind her.
   It may have been dark, but she had no problem seeing that.  "Oh god,
you're so cheesy." My giggling sister adjusted her grip on the club.
   Gingerly putting my hands on her elbows, "Is that a good thing or a bad
thing?"
   My princess trembled.  "Right now, a good thing."
   I caressed the length of Ashley's arms, enjoying every inch of her
supple skin.  Bending over her left shoulder, I brushed away as much hair
from her neck as I could with my nose.  She tilted her head away from me,
exposing more of her skin to my hungry lips.  "A princess needs to be
treated like one," I whispered.  Diving forward, I devoured her flesh.
   Ashley arched her spine but I kept my lips on her neck.  There was an
abrupt clang of metal hitting the ground.  I felt a slender hand on the
back of my head, driving my kisses harder into her.
   Ashley's breathing became rapid.  "I thought you didn't want to do this
now."
   Speaking into her neck, "I changed my mind."
   "Maybe I changed my mind, too."
   My lips traversed to her cheeks.  She turned delicately toward me and I
swiftly covered the corner of her mouth.  A weak gasp escaped her lips. 
"You didn't change your mind," I told her.
   "I couldn't if I wanted to," Ashley murmured.  With her back still
arched, she leaned forward, nudging her ass into me.  She turned her face
closer to mine.  "Is that a golf stick in your pants or are you just happy
to see me?"
   I quietly chuckled.  "Who's the cheesy one now."
   By then, all rational thoughts had left me.  I didn't care where we were
anymore.  I didn't care how much trouble we could be in if anyone,
especially our parents, caught us.  Time stopped its flow and everyone else
was nonexistent.  Ashley was the only one deserving of my attention.
   Reaching down with my right hand, I pulled up the side of her skirt,
settling my fingers on her outer thigh.  Oh god she felt smooth, more so
than glass.  My other arm wrapped around Ashley's waist, pulling her into
me.  I slipped my left pinky inside the top of her skirt and felt the
frilly trimmings of her panties.  I don't consider myself an expert in the
subject but I knew it had to be something our parents wouldn't approve of.
   Ashley absorbed everything I did to her body in silence.  She made no
effort to take control of the situation.  My hands and lips were free to
roam wherever I pleased.
   "Still with me?" I whispered.
   A brief nod answered my question.
   As I ran my left hand over her taut abs, her chest rose in a single deep
breath.  I stopped under her two golden apples.  "Fuck, Ashley, you're so
sexy and hot."
   "And you're so slow."
   "Sorry.  I can't get enough of--"
   Without any warning, Ashley roughly grabbed my crotch from between her
legs, forcing a gasp out of me as my aching cock pulsed in her hand.  She
swamped my open lips in hers, penetrating my mouth with her tongue.  How
quickly the tables have turned!
   I could only imagine what we looked like that instant.  The moonlight
barely illuminated our lust-filled faces.  Our bodies were fused together
in one long continuous shadow.  To top it off, a grand castle provided our
fairy tale backdrop.
   Ashley groped for the zipper on my jeans.  She bluntly pulled it down
and inserted two fingers through the slit.  Fumbling for the opening of my
boxers, she prodded my raging erection.  Her chilly touch on my hot cock
had me lurching onto my toes.
   The weight of my upper body pushed Ashley down further.  I raised my
left arm over her chest, clutching her right breast in the palm of my hand.
It was the first time I had ever touched her so explicitly.  The ample
mound was young and ripe.  It filled my grasp perfectly, a match made a
heaven.
   As I kneaded her breast, Ashley managed to unleash my cock from its
cage. In my zealousness, I wanted nothing more than to let her do whatever
she desired with it, but my haunting flicker of reasoning returned, urging
me not to.  Could I really do this?  Should I really do this?  I honestly
hadn't been expecting my cock to be involved in our petting.  We were
reaching a point I didn't think I could follow my sister to.
   Ashley sensed my reluctance.  Parting our mouths, she sternly whispered,
"Don't you dare think about stopping now."
   "Furthest thing on my mind," I replied, reuniting our passionate
lip-lock.  It's too late to turn back now.  I just gave her my word.
   Ashley fondled the head of my shaft beneath the safety of her skirt. 
Her thumb rubbed diligently over the sensitive tip, coaxing a droplet of
precum.  The base of my cock pressed against the burning crotch of her
underwear.  It was excruciating to be so close with only a thin piece of
fabric separating us.
   I needed to find another way to sate my cravings, fast.  Removing my
right hand from her creamy thigh, I hurriedly grabbed her other breast, my
arms forming an 'x' over her chest.  My sister moaned wildly as I savagely
squeezed her boobs, her pert nipples pricking my palms through her top. 
"You're not wearing a bra."
   "I hope that's okay with you." A smile graced her lips.
   "Absolutely."
   "Good." As if my erection wasn't under enough pressure, Ashley closed
her legs, smothering it between her bare thighs.
   "Oh god," I yelped.  My cock was now completely enveloped in tender
flesh.  The heat emanating from her was immense and it swept through my
tense muscles.  She felt extraordinary, unlike anything I could've ever
dreamed of.  And this was just the feeling of her thighs.  I'd die from
pleasure if I ever get to explore her internally.
   Ashley moved her hand from my shaft to the back of my right calf.  She
sunk her body lower, dragging me with her, and laid her other hand on her
knee for support.  I grunted as her ass drove into my crotch.  Nearly
losing my balance, I had to let go of her chest and hold onto her waist.
   It took me less than a second to realize the position we were in.  My
conscience couldn't believe it but there was no denying what my eyes were
seeing.  Here was my sister, normally so demure and poised, bent over in
front of me, with my erect cock snug between her legs.  Her long blonde
hair had fallen away from her neck, revealing the silky skin along the top
of her back.
   Subconsciously, I started to rock my hips into her.  The thrusts were
short, nothing too conspicuous.  I didn't have the faintest clue what came
over me.  It isn't something a person does naturally, is it?  Being a
virgin, nothing could've prepared me for this situation.  But come to think
of it, how many guys have found themselves with their cock under their
sister's skirt?  It may have been because I was a virgin I felt I had to do
it, to see what I've been missing out on all these years.
   My princess swayed steadily with my movements.  Each time I drew back,
her skirt would lightly cling to my shaft, hiding it from sight.  The
overwhelming temptation to flip her skirt up and actually see my cock
thrusting into her was almost too much to bear.  I'd be able to find out
what kind of panties she's wearing.  But the image of Ashley being used
like this while still fully clothed was just too visually erotic to give
up.
   My sister glanced over her shoulder.  "Ooh...  fuck.  How do you feel?"
   Words jumbled out of my mouth.  "I feel...  it's so...  like I died and
went to heaven."
   Her voice was low.  "Your cock is burning my skin.  It's rubbing my
pussy so good."
   Damn, I love the way she talks.  I wondered what she would say when we
do it for our first time together.  At our rate, it could've in five
minutes.  "Your skin is burning my cock.  Yourpussy is rubbing it so good."
   "Hey...  you're the one banging my ass."
   "And it's banging me back." An exaggeration, but I liked the sound of it
more.
   Ashley dropped her head.  "I'm a nympho.  Is that so terrible?"
   "I like nymphos best of all." The thought of her with an uncontrollable
sexual desire would undoubtedly spur even more salacious dreams.  But how
much truth was there to what she said?  Apparently a lot going by her
latest actions.
   Our forbidden tryst seemed more and more surreal by the second. 
Everything we have done -- rather, everything she has done to me -- was
beyond my wildest fantasies.  Besides the taboo nature of our relationship,
there was definitely another aura of excitement from our surroundings.  The
fantasy scenery, the wandering strangers, the extra background noises... 
they all made our act more thrilling than if we were alone in our bland
house.  The mental aspect overtook what I was feeling physically, and
physically I was already in a huge rush.
   "Ash, I...  I'm going to cum soon.  You're making me so horny."
   My sister kept her head down in front of her.  "Cum for me.  I want to
feel it."
   "But where do I--"
   "Nowhere.  Just keep it there."
   I nodded invisibly behind her.
   "You can go a little faster if it helps."
   "I'm, ah, not sure if I should."
   "It's okay." Ashley gazed over her shoulder.  "I'm not fragile.  You
won't break me.  Not tonight."
   "Oooh Ash," I moaned.  That nearly did the trick.  If she meant what I
thought she did...  Luckily I constrained my orgasm for a little longer.
   Ashley made me realize something crucial, whether she intended to or
not. She has always been the active partner, doing whatever she can to make
me happy.  I've been lying on my back letting her do all the work, partly
because I didn't know what the hell I should've been doing, and partly
because I wasn't sure if I she would let me.  Well, now I had her
permission.  Here's my chance to be more involved.
   I withdrew my hips and slammed into Ashley's butt.  A very cute and sexy
'oomph' popped from her lips.  I held her still.  "Too fast?"
   "No, it's fine." She reached behind her and gripped my left shoulder
with her right hand, twisting her upper body toward me.  "I...  I didn't
think you'd do it."
   I slammed into her again, harder this time, causing her to squeal an
'ahhh.' It was cuter and much, much sexier than her 'oomph.'
   She giggled.  "That's more like it.  I should make you angrier more
often."
   My next thrust was a soft tap.  Lowering my hands to her ass, I pinched
her cheeks through the light skirt.  Ashley jumped onto her toes, curving
her body to me in an amazing display of flexibility.  I resumed my
penetration into the crevice of her thighs, focusing my vision on her skirt
and bare waistline as they moved to and from me.  The speed of my jabs
alternated, switching from soft and curious to fast and delirious.
   Sweat began to perspire along my legs.  It wasn't from exhaustion, but
from the immense heat circulating through us.  Each lunge would cause my
pants to briefly cling to my skin.  More droplets wetted my palms and
forehead.  Whenever I came, it would always be "natural," like there was no
pressure to do it.  But now, there was a large feeling of nervousness
accompanying it.
   "Ashley, I'm going to now."
   She stared directly at me with unadulterated lust.  Gorgeous, stunning,
seductive...  they all couldn't amount to how she really looked to me.  "Go
for it, big boy."
   On her command, I gave Ashley a rough rigid thrust, sending my cock into
a violent eruption.  "Ahhh, yes," I uttered.  Lost in the release, my hips
couldn't keep still as I continued sawing my shaft in and out of her
thighs, shooting my cum recklessly beneath her skirt.
   Ashley closed her eyes but opened her mouth wider as she chanted, "Oh
fuck, oh fuck."
   I spurted blindly, unsure of how much cum I was actually firing.  It
felt as though my cock would throb for ages.  Having been drained so much
the past two days, there was no telling how much was still stored up.  I
found the uncertainty of it to be a turn-on.  What can I say, I'm easily
aroused.  The sight of cum dripping from Ashley's chin and nose the
previous night was hotter than I could ever picture her, yet the
possibility of my cum soaking her skirt and panties while it streamed down
her legs inflamed my hysteria.
   As my erection subsided, Ashley let go of my shoulder with a content
sigh and turned around.  Her skirt flew off my limping shaft, exposing it
to any wanderers who may have been passing by.  I immediately moved my
hands over it, hiding it the best I could.
   "I'll help you with that." Ashley reached down and pulled my hands up
onto her shoulders.  Grabbing my cock with one hand and holding the front
of her skirt with the other, she dabbed the tip clean with the inside of
her skirt.
   "Ashley..."
   Keeping her head down, she looked up at me with a smile.  "Don't worry,
it's washable." Stretching the opening of my pants, she slipped my dry
member inside its confines.  "There.  No one would suspect a-- mmmph!"
   I pulled Ashley to me and kissed her fiercely.  She tried to talk but my
lips and intrusive tongue muffled her voice.  The love and gratitude I have
for her couldn't be expressed in words.
   Ashley lifted my left hand off of her shoulder and lowered it between
us, placing it beneath her skirt on her thigh.  My tongue stopped moving
when I felt a sticky and warm fluid on her skin.  I've felt my cum before
when I masturbated and got a stray drop on my hand, but this was different.
I was feeling every slimy detail of my jizz on my fingers.  And there was a
good amount of it on her thighs, too.  Touching it didn't scare me in the
least, but it wasn't something I'd willingly do either.
   Having felt enough of my gooey load, I tried taking my hand away, but
Ashley gripped my wrist tighter and held it still.  Her legs closed
together, applying the same pressure she had on my cock a few seconds ago.
There was still that distinct sticky texture of cum, this time smeared on
the back of my fingers.
   Softly, she asked, "How much is there?"
   "There's, ah, a lot of it."
   "Have you ever wondered what you taste like?"
   "Um, not really."
   "It's okay to admit it.  I won't mind sharing some with you."
   "Ash, I mean it!"
   "Okay, more for me." My sister raised my messy hand from her thighs.  I
felt more of cum clinging to my hand as it brushed the inside of her skirt
on the way out.  She held my hand high in front of her face, observing
every white streak on it.  "You sure you don't want some?"
   "Yes!"
   Giggling, Ashley darted her tongue out and licked my middle finger.  The
sight of my cream accumulating on the tip her tongue had me entranced.  She
swallowed it quickly before moving to the next finger.  "Oh god," I
muttered.  The strong musky scent didn't diffuse the slightest in the open
air and it soon filled my lungs.
   My hand became drenched in saliva.  Ashley tasted every finger, the flap
of skin between them, my palm, and even the back of it.  When it was over,
my hand ended up being wetter than when she started licking it.
   "I didn't think a girl could be this crazy for cum," I said.
   "Me either.  But I'm going to make it my sworn duty to convert you into
a cum guzzler like me.  Do I need to remind you what I taste like?"
   "Maybe some other time."
   Just then, I heard a cell phone ringing.  Actually, two phones ringing.
I snatched my cell from my right pocket and Ashley snatched hers from my
left.  Since she didn't have any pockets, and had no aim of carrying her
purse with her golf club around the park, she had me hold it.
   I glanced at my caller's name.  "It's dad."
   Ashley looked up from hers.  "It's mom."
   Both phones stopped ringing before we could answer them.  It didn't
matter, though; we knew why our parents called.  "We're ten minutes late,"
Ashley said, snapping her phone shut.
   "Better start running."
   We sprinted to where we were supposed to meet, making a brief stop at
the pond along the way.
   "Bry, what are you doing?"
   I dipped my hand into the cold water.  "Nothing, just washing up."
Hopping to my feet, we dashed to the central area of the golf park.
   When we arrived, mom was sitting down by the fountain and dad was
carrying a sleeping Nicole on his back.
   "Sorry we're late," Ashley apologized.
   "No biggie.  Let's turn this stuff in and go home." Dad gaped his jaw,
yawning loudly.  "Brian, can you drive?  I might fall asleep at the wheel."
   "Yeah, sure thing."
   Mom handed me the keys.  "Hope you two had fun."
   "Yep, Ashley and I had a great time."
   * * *
   "Dad wasn't kidding.  He's dead asleep," Ashley pointed out.  She was
sitting in the passenger seat next to me while I drove us home.
   "Mm-hmm, he sleeps like a bear," mom grumbled.
   Peeking into the rearview mirror, I saw my mother careening her head to
the side.  "Looks like you're next, mom."
   "I'm fine.  Focus on the road."
   The trip proceeded quietly for a short while.
   "Hey Ash, when do you plan to take the test for your driver license?"
   My sister started learning how to drive later than most other teenagers.
Instead of at sixteen, her first lesson had only been three months earlier.
But with her extreme smarts and dedication, she was able to catch on
quickly and has been enthusiastic about getting her license as much as the
next high school kid.  Well, soon-to-be college kid.
   Ashley remained abnormally quiet on the subject.  I glimpsed at her
through the corner of my eye.  Her fingers were twiddling with the front of
her skirt, which was partially flipped inside out.  "Ashley?"
   "Brian, slow down, please," mom said coolly.
   "Hmm?" A sea of red lights flashed over the road.  I stepped on the
brakes and eased the car to a standstill.
   "Ugh, traffic at this time of night?  Good thing we get off at the next
exit." Mom sighed wearily as she rolled down her window.
   I never thought I'd be grateful for a traffic jam.  Taking the
opportunity to see what Ashley was playing with, I spotted the white
smudges of my cum drying on her skirt.  The light stain contrasted greatly
against the dark fabric.  "Uh, Ashley?"
   She kept her head down.  "Yeah, Bry?"
   "Your driving test.  Set a date for it yet?"
   "Nope, I haven't.  I still want to practice more."
   "I've seen you drive.  I think you're ready."
   "Yeah, once.  And it was for two minutes to the mini-mart." Ashley
straightened her skirt out.
   "Two minutes is more than enough for me."
   "Why don't you drive with me?  You can be my teacher."
   "Um, hasn't mom been driving with you?"
   Before she could answer, mom piped in.  "That's an excellent idea,
honey. Brian can drive with you in the mornings and afternoons while I'm at
work and, if you're still up for it, I can drive with you in the evening."
   "Yeah, that's a great idea.  I'll totally be ready for the test soon."
   "Hold on a minute.  Whose car will we use?  Mom, you're not thinking
about leaving yours at home, are you?  How will you get to work?  Carpool
with dad?"
   "No, of course not.  Ashley will be driving yours."
   I was speechless.  Ever since I had gotten my car, only one person has
driven it: me.  Heck, there were less people than I have fingers who've
even been inside of it.
   "So, how about it, Brian," mom persisted.
   "Do I really have a choice?"
   "You're the bestest big brother ever." Ashley leapt out of her seat and
encircled her arms around me.
   "Yeah...  thanks."
   It won't be so bad, I figured.  Spending more time with Ashley is always
a good thing in my book.  And who knows, it might even be fun.  I get to be
Ashley's teacher.  Plaid skirts and detention probably won't be in the
picture, but I'm sure we can find a way to make things interesting.
   Traffic refused to clear up for the remainder of the trip.  Upon
arriving home twenty minutes late, everyone besides Nicole was quick to
spread out and finish any final tasks before calling it a night.  By ten
o'clock, the sole source of light in the entire house came from Ashley's
bedroom.
   * * *
   Ashley was sitting at her desk in the corner of the room, speedily
tapping the keys on her laptop.  Meanwhile, I was lounging on her plush
bed, watching an action flick on the TV.  At least, I thought it was
supposed to be an action movie.  The effects were so awful it might've been
a comedy, except it didn't make me laugh, either.
   But who cares about the movie.  I wasn't paying much attention to it and
it sure as hell wasn't why I wanted to be in my sister's bedroom.  After
all, less than ten feet away from me was the love of my life.  Even when
Ashley is doing something as simple as typing, she manages to look
adorable. Moreover her clothes did a great job of complimenting the overall
cuteness factor.  Her midriff was on display beneath a baby blue t-shirt
and her long legs were outfitted in matching blue pants.
   It was unbearable not having Ashley in bed next to me.  She should've
known I wasn't there to watch TV.  We didn't have to be doing anything
intimate.  My private member could be kept under lock and key for the rest
of the weekend, which technically would've been over in two hours, but
that's forever and a day to me.  I wanted to march to her desk, slam her
laptop shut, and carry her over my shoulders to the bed.  It's barbaric and
selfish and I didn't care.  There were questions I needed her answers to.
   Alas, the prospect of her hating me for even a minute if I did all that
would be too severe for my feeble mind to handle.  Left with no other
option, I pretended to watch the movie until Ashley finished whatever she
was doing.
   Fortunately the wait wasn't a long one.  The familiar click of a laptop
closing was all I needed to hear to know she was done.  Ashley stood up and
stretched her arms high behind her ponytail.  Her nubile body twisted
sideways in a spectacular showing of her bare stomach.  She caught me
staring.  "Careful not to slobber all over my bed."
   I gulped.  "What were you doing?"
   Ashley approached the bed with a bounce in her step.  "Instant messaging
some friends.  We made plans to go to the theater this Friday." She lay
beside me on her stomach, her face toward the screen and her feet flailing
freely near my head.  I scrambled off my back to copy her pose.  When I
reappeared next to her, she stared at me curiously.  "What 'cha doing?"
   "I want to be closer to you."
   "I want to be closer to you, too." Her right hand reached for my left.
"Let's go outside."
   "Huh?  Where are we going?"
   Ashley rolled off the bed and pulled me to my feet.  "Nowhere far.  Just
our backyard.  Come on, you're not watching this movie anyway."
   "All right, let me get my slippers."
   After a quick stop at my room, we headed past the living room and into
the kitchen.
   "One sec.  I could really go for some oatmeal-raisin cookies right now,"
my sister said.
   With the cookie jar in-hand, Ashley led the way through the glass door
to the yard.
   There were two words that spring to mind when describing our backyard:
"massive" and "barren." Not barren as in dead or wasted, but barren as in
empty.  Originally there were supposed to be trees and flowers embellishing
every square inch, a finely sculptured stone grill for our barbequing
needs, and, most importantly, an expansive pool for the sunny seasons. 
Unfortunately, the yard never received its finishing touches before we
moved in.  Dad insisted he'll have those things built, but fast-forward two
years later and the area was still just a field of grass and a couple of
trees.
   The only things that have been added to the backyard were some furniture
and a grill, all of which were situated on the porch.  The lawn chairs and
table gained very little notice throughout the years.  Usually they'll be
vacant until the summertime for a barbeque, much like the one we had
earlier.  There was one other piece of property, however, that didn't get
used anywhere near as often as it should.  It also happened to be what
Ashley wanted the two of us to spend the evening in.
   The furniture in question was the reclining lawn swing, and a very grand
one at that.  Cozy cushions, broad roof, wide enough for three, and not a
single creak when it swings.  Tiptop condition, due to lack of usage and
dad's hyperactive attitude toward cleanliness.
   Ashley glided to the swing and sat down, crossing her left leg beneath
the other.  Her right foot pushed off the ground, setting the swing motion.
Enticingly, she patted the lonely cushion beside her.  "Come on, don't be
shy."
   I ambled toward her and almost tripped on one of the lawn chairs along
the way.  The metal legs made a shrill scratch as they scraped the floor.
"Gah, I hate it when people forget to push in their chairs."
   Ashley giggled, and then suppressed it with a small bite of her cookie.
"That was your seat."
   She was right; I was the goof who had sat there during dinner.  "Didn't
anyone teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" I limped onto the
swing, reaching for a cookie.
   Mischievously, she spat some crumbs at me as she spoke.  "What do you
mean?  Like this?"
   I lurched away from her projectile assault.  "Hey, hey!  That's not very
ladylike."
   Talking in her normal polite manner, "Next time you'll think twice about
lecturing me."
   Looking up into the distance, I observed the millions of stars
illuminating the night sky.  I didn't consider it possible to see this many
from where we've been living, but there they shone, basking us in their
glorious light.  "So, where did the sudden appreciation for stars come
from?"
   "I've always loved looking at them.  We could never see stars from our
old neighborhood.  But up here, on this hill, we get an awesome view.  They
help me sleep."
   "Yeah, I can see why."
   The universe has never interested me much; I can care less about how
nature works.  Only the functions of manmade contraptions were of any
relevance to me.  It will take more than staring at the stars to change
that, but learning this is one of Ashley's passions made it remarkably
fascinating.  It's another parcel of her life shared with me.
   "Ashley, I need to ask you something."
   She gobbled up the rest of her current cookie.  "What is it, Bry?"
   "You've seen my, um, cock a few times now.  You've given me so much
pleasure and joy; it's more than I could ever hope for.  You're exciting,
and fun, and unpredictable, and-"
   "Brian, will you just ask it?"
   "I...  want to know if...  I'll ever get to satisfy you.  Like if you
want me to.  It seems like everything has been about me and I don't want it
to be."
   "Of course I want you to satisfy me.  And you have been, by letting me
do everything we've done so far.  You're making me so unbelievably happy
right now.  Eating cookies under a starry sky, what more can a girl ask
for?"
   I reached out with my hand and laid it on her cold knee.  "Ashley, I...
I want to do more with you.  To you, I mean.  I want to see more of you and
give you the same feeling of paradise you've given me.  Don't you
understand that?  Don't you want that?  I'm sorry if I sound, I don't know,
pushy or childish, but I want to know if I'll get that opportunity."
   My sister shuffled uncomfortably, looking away from me into the sky. 
"Oh god, I want to let you so badly.  It tears me up at night when I need
your touch and can't get it, knowing you're only twenty feet away from me
on the other side of my wall.  It got so painful sometimes I would sit on
the floor against it, just to be a little closer to you, wishing with all
my heart you were with me.  But no matter how close I got, you were still a
thousand miles away.  I've thought about knocking on your door so many
times to see what you were doing, maybe get a spark flying, but I could
never bring myself to do it."
   I shakily placed the cookie jar from between us onto the ground.  "Why
couldn't you?"
   Ashley's voice began to break.  She pulled both of her knees to her
chest, my hand flailing off her leg.  "I felt frightened, nervous.  I
didn't think you could love me the same way I love you.  It wasn't until
yesterday I heard everything I wanted to hear.  And even after everything
we said to each other I still couldn't push away those awkward feelings."
   "But....  you seem so eager about everything we do together."
   "Well, once the ball started rolling, I had to go along with it.  I
couldn't risk you getting tired of me."
   Me, tired of my sister?  It sounded like such a strange and foreign
concept.  Less than ten minutes ago, her typing prowess had entertained me
more than a movie.  As long as she remains the bright, gorgeous gal I've
known since we were in diapers, there is no chance in hell I could ever get
bored of her.
   I sidled closer to Ashley and pulled her into me, nestling her head
beneath my shoulder.  I wanted to tell my sis how silly she sounded, that
she needed to wipe away all the pointless worries she was harboring.  But
when I opened my mouth to speak, I heard something dreadful.  Something
that made me shut up immediately.
   A sniffle.
   It wasn't any sniffle.  This one came from my princess.  My baby girl,
my darling sister.
   A sharp pain stabbed at my heart.  The cruel anguish of tears pierced me
through my shirt.
   I made my Ashley cry.
   How did it come to this?  I solely wanted to please the woman who's made
me the happiest guy on the planet.  She should've been enjoying the same
sensations I've experienced, not shedding tears.  She should've been in
ecstasy, not sadness.
   Ashley burrowed her damp cheeks in my rib area, her right hand reaching
across my chest and clasping my shirtsleeve.  I tried lifting her chin to
console her directly, but touching her only made her sob more.  I snapped
my hand back, afraid of making her condition any worse.  All I could do was
sit there and listen to my sister cry away her woes.
   An eternity passed and the world spun out of control.  My body remained
motionless as I contemplated the ghastly situation.  Despair, confusion,
and a hundred other terrible emotions consumed me.  I had never felt so
hopeless before.  For the first time in my life, I didn't know how to help
my sister.  It'd always been as simple as picking her up from school, or
assisting her with the chores.  But this sorrow...  it was more than I
could endure.
   I felt Ashley pull on my shirt, using it to dry her tears.  Her
trembling body grazed my side as she embraced me more securely; her
whimpers fused with her sniffles.  Despite her timidness to my touch, she
ached to be closer to me.
   And then I finally understood what she demanded of me.  I couldn't
believe how stupid I was for taking so long to realize it.  If Ashley
needed to cry, I shouldn't have been trying to stop her.  I should've been
letting her.  She told me exactly what I needed to do and now she's waiting
for me to make my move.
   Hastily, I wrapped my left arm around Ashley's waist and yanked her over
my lap.  The momentum sent us plummeting onto my back.  She writhed further
up my chest, smearing her bosom against me, but kept her eyes away from
mine.  I traced the curves of her flawless body with my fingertips as she
lay on me.  Her trembles weakened with each passing of her ribs.  I nudged
the sides of her soft breasts with my thumbs on each upstroke.  The pain in
my heart perished when I could no longer hear her weeping.  Our heartbeats
drummed excessively, clearly.  They echoed as one.
   It wasn't my touch Ashley cowered from; she simply didn't want me to see
her cry.  What she genuinely required from me was my caress, for me to hold
her in my arms.  I didn't think it was possible for my sister to yearn for
me as much as I've yearned for her.  My infatuation had never torn me up so
gravely as to be unable to survive a night without her endearment.  This
feeling of being truly needed was completely new to me.  I made a promise
to myself from that night onward to always leave my door open when she
isn't by my side.
   At last, I found my voice.  "Ashley, I will never get tired of you, I
swear it.  That will never, ever happen.  I wouldn't have poured out my
soul to you if I weren't devoted to everything I have said.  Please, trust
me."
   Ashley raised her flushed cheeks from my shirt.  With an exhausted
breath, she heaved her face above mine.  The hot air flowing from her mouth
tingled my lips.  Remnants of her tears left a twinkle in each of her eyes.
She looked so vulnerable, honest, and infinitely pretty.  Her lips floated
closer and I unsealed mine in preparation.  Affectionately, she whispered,
"I do trust you.  I always have." Her head fell past my mouth, pressing our
cheeks together.  She whispered into my ear, "To prove it, I want you to be
the first to feel me."
   This was more like it.  The evening had taken an unexpected detour but
it was now veering safely back on track.  Ashley was offering herself to me
and I was willing to enrapture her in every way imaginable.  There was one
tiny concern, however; Ashley would be the first to let me.
   My sister towered over my beating chest, her right hand wiping away the
last of her tears.  She slowly inched her fingers down her cheek... 
breasts...  midriff...  Its descent ended above the bowtie that was keeping
her pants around her waist.  Slowly, she pulled on one of the strings, but
stopped before it could become undone.  "Would you like to undress me?"
   "Yes." It took all my effort to pronounce that single word.
   Ashley scooted off my stomach to the opposite end of the swing.  She
leaned back on the armrest with her bent knees apart, and a hand patting
her private area.  Anxiously, I crawled between her legs, not once taking
my eyes away from my treasure.  The hand over her crotch vanished from my
sight when I shoved her knees further apart.
   My hands crept along her thighs and calves, savoring every second of
this magical night.  Ashley was giving me a present greater than anything
that could be wrapped and stashed under a tree.  She watched with attentive
eyes as I prepared to open my gift.  I hovered over her womanhood, pinching
each thin string of her pajamas.  "This is it," I thought.  "I'm going to
see my first pussy."
   Up till two days ago, very few of my dreams had actually come true.  The
ones that did were things millions of other people have already
accomplished, like making it to college or getting a car.  Yet the many
dreams I've assumed would never come to fruition, the ones involving
Ashley, were soon becoming a reality every day.  This was another one of my
dreams coming true.
   With a swift tug, the bow unraveled into two separate strands.  Ashley
and I inhaled sharply as her pants loosened.  I grabbed the sides of the
garment as she raised her butt off the cushion.  Fluently, I began to slide
it down her hips, catching a glimpse of black lace in the process.  The
pajamas slid to her knees, her underwear now fully in view.  I took a
breather to marvel at my sister's sexiness.  Her panties were something
right out of an expensive lingerie catalog.  The exquisite embroidery,
coupled with her pajamas, made for a bizarre pairing.  Adorable and young
on the outside, provocative and mature on the inside.
   "Do you need help?" Ashley wondered, propping herself up on her elbows.
   "No, I can do this.  You're so beautiful."
   She smiled and relaxed her arms as I pulled her pants to her ankles. 
Carefully, I lifted her left foot and slid it through the sleeve.  Then I
did the same to her right foot.  Casting her pajamas behind me, I admired
my sister for the hundredth time that day.  Only one word came to mind:
wow. And I mean wow, like "winning the lottery" wow, or "first person on
the moon" wow.  Ashley, the jewel of all of my fantasies, lay clad in a
prim blue tee and devilish black thong, both of which did nothing to
conceal her shapely curves.
   I craned my head to her panties, memorized by the sweet scent between
her thighs.  The fabric, although extravagant, was very flimsy, and the
flower tapestry failed to cover her most private of areas.  Through the
transparent material, I could see the lips of her leaking hole.
   Ashley wriggled her butt, startling me a teensy bit.  "You're breathing
on my pussy."
   "Sorry," I replied, predicting I had done something wrong.
   "Don't say that.  It feels good."
   "Oh," I muttered.  It was a relief knowing I didn't mess up.  Her
crevice had me completely captivated.
   Requiring a closer look, I leaned forward till I was lying on my
stomach, my eyes at the perfect height to examine her pussy.  I've seen
pussies from every source of porn known to man, but this one was real.  It
belonged to my sister, the girl I cherish so much, and that made it
special.
   As much as I desired to see it bare, I was more intrigued to see how
Ashley would react with her clothing still on.  I reckon it's another
fetish of mine; sex is just more exciting to me when the partners are still
dressed.  The disheveled garments, the rush of getting off so great no time
could be wasted in undressing, the way a playful shirt can accentuate the
innocence of a girl in heat.  There will be a time and place for frontal
nudity, but this wasn't it.
   I gently tapped Ashley's mound with two fingers, a bit of moisture
clinging to my skin.  She didn't wince a muscle.  Instead, she looked down
between her breasts to see what I was up to.  I applied my left thumb
forcibly to her pussy, the tip scarcely entering her slit.  Brushing her
labia, I elicited a soft moan from my sister.
   With my other thumb, I pried the fabric of her thong until I encountered
a protruding nub.  Taking this to be the hood of her clit, I rubbed it in
small ovals, barely applying any pressure.  More moans came from a
lust-filled Ashley.  She got considerably warmer in a heartbeat.
   "Take it off," she purred.
   I was hoping to leave her panties on for a while longer, but if that was
what she wished for, then I was more than wiling to obey.  Hooking the
straps of her underwear, I began to tug the moist clump of lingerie down
her toned thighs, her vagina miraculously unveiled to my probing eyes.  A
clean triangular patch of blonde hair resided above her puffy, pink lips.
It looked like it might've been trimmed, but considering how perfect my
darling is, maybe it just grew that way.
   I brought my thumbs back to her lovely pussy.  There is no better way to
learn how to please my sister than to experiment first-hand.  I studied
every fold of skin as if my high school graduation had depended on it.  The
way her lips swelled when I parted them left me awestruck.  The juices
seeping onto the mattress smelled heavenly and addictive.  The contractions
of her tiny opening made me wonder how a cock was supposed to fit inside of
her.
   Ashley's feet bore down on my shoulders, encouraging me to do more to
her sensitive body.  I crawled closer, her feet now beneath my armpits.  My
head wavered an inch above her vagina, and I blew air onto it through my
teeth.  I rubbed arcing circles around her labia with my thumb, abiding my
time to take the final plunge.
   A hand latched onto the back of my head.  "Oooh Tiger, you're driving me
crazy."
   "Sorry," I said to her pussy.
   Ashley didn't seem to notice; her eyes were closed.  "Don't say that."
   "You smell nice."
   "Then come closer." My sister mashed my head into her crotch, her pubic
hair titillating my nose.  So much for abiding my time.
   She eased the tension, allowing me to regain control.  Cramped beneath
her legs, I removed my left hand from her slit and found a comfortable home
for it on her belly.  I prodded her tiny belly button with my thumb.  The
corner of Ashley's gaping mouth curled as I darted my tongue out and licked
her exterior folds, tickling her in two spots at once.
   My sister flexed her butt in response, jutting her groin into my face.
She lewdly begged, "Go deeper.  Lick everything."
   Being so close to her, I had trouble seeing much of anything under the
dim lights.  My head blocked what little glow there was.  That couldn't
stop me from feeling my way around her vagina, however.  I lowered my thumb
from her hood and pushed apart her lips.  My tongue delved into the pulsing
orifice.  Her cries of indulgence were music to my ears in an otherwise
silent backyard.
   I lapped her divine nectar straight from the honey pot.  It's been too
long since I tasted her juices.  Being able to drink it directly from my
sister made the flavor even more luscious.  Who knew the female body could
produce such a sweet and rich fluid?  I finally understood why she craves
the taste of my cum.  We're a lot alike in that regard.
   As I pleasured her pristine pussy, Ashley squirmed frantically,
squeezing my head between her thighs.  She hummed loudly, as if suppressing
her squeals.  I had to remind myself our parents' bedroom window was less
than ten feet away from us.  Although they wouldn't able to see what we
were doing from their angle - the swing rested against the house wall -
they would be able to hear us.
   Ashley needed to calm down, I thought, so I replaced my wet tongue over
her mound with my right thumb.  It may have been cruel to stop when she
seemed so close, but I could assure her she'll have her climax very soon.
With my saliva and her secretions as lubricant, I inserted my thumb into
the slippery hole, thrusting it steadily in and out.  Her lonely clit poked
out from beneath its covering, in dire need of attention.  I aided it by
flicking my tongue against the nub.
   "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered endlessly.  Whenever she curses,
there's always a good reason ushering it.  I peeked upwards as far as I
could from my vantage point.  Ashley's right hand had disappeared beneath
her tight shirt, rubbing her right breast.  Her left hand ran through my
unkempt hair, kindling my ego.  It was fantastic knowing I could make my
angel behave this way.  The confidence instilled within me was powerful. 
It felt like I was capable of doing anything.
   I gradually pushed my thumb deeper into her pussy, curious to see how
much she would willingly take in.  Half of my thumb, up to the joint, got
engulfed.  Her muscles clamped on it, and I wiggled my digit sprightly.
   Wait a minute...
   "Ashley, you're not in pain?"
   "Mmm, it feels so good.  How could I be in pain?"
   I know little about the human anatomy, especially when it comes to the
female body, but I do enough to realize something may have been missing.
   "Your, um...  hymen."
   After ten seconds of me diddling my sister in silence, she confided,
"I...  broke it.  Not on purpose but...  when I was thinking about you.  I
got a little carried away."
   Holy...  I couldn't believe it.  Was she serious?  Did I hear that
right? I am the one responsible for making my sister break her hymen.  I
repeated it in my mind, over and over again, until it got engraved into my
skull.  I am the one responsible for making my saintly sister rupture her
sacred, venerable barrier.
   Coming to grips with what I had implicitly caused my baby to do, I
plunged my entire thumb into her opening.  Ashley arched her back brazenly.
"Oooh fuck, Tiger!"
   My sister bucked her ass off the mattress, shaking relentlessly,
crushing my head between her thighs.  My thumb couldn't plug the surge of
cum bursting from her quivering pussy as my whole hand became doused in a
slippery puddle of her juices.  But I wanted more of it.  I wanted to be
drenched in her liquid.  I madly rammed my tiny member in and out of her
slit, oblivious to the cramping in my wrist.  As her spasms slowly
diminished, so too did my thrusts.
   Ashley eased her thighs from my head, her chest still heaving.  "Fuck,
Brian.  You really...  surprised me."
   "That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen." I slid my tongue over her
swollen lips, licking up the copious syrup pouring from her throbbing hole.
   Some guys may prefer it if their woman's hymen is intact for their first
time together, and a part of me felt the same way, but knowing Ashley had
been thinking about me when it happened aroused me tremendously.  So
tremendously, I wanted to jam as many of my fingers up her tight pussy as I
could, similar to how she had stuffed my mouth with her cum-soaked hand
during my massage.  As long as I'll be her first, that's all that mattered
to me.
   As I tasted my way upward to her clit, Ashley cautioned, "Be gentle on
it.  It's so sensitive right now."
   Remembering how touchy my cock could be after an orgasm, I kindly kissed
the skin around her crevice.  Her fleshy thighs, her puffy outer lips, the
tiny golden strip of hair above it.  All while rubbing her inner folds with
my soppy thumb.
   I made love to her delicate muscles, giving my sister the time she
needed to rest her body.  But no matter how much of her honey I drank in,
she kept producing more.  I immersed my tongue into the orifice to relish
her internally.
   Ashley buried my face in her crotch.  "Ahhh, yesss.  Fuck your sister
with your tongue.  God, I'm so wet."
   My tongue was like a piston as it pumped through her hole.  The
sensation of her pussy squeezing me felt exceptional.  Her contractions
were pushing my tongue out and pulling it in at the same time.  If only it
was my cock inside of her instead.
   "I love you so much, Brian," Ashley panted.
   I wanted to say the same to her, but I figured the best way to let her
know would be to knock her socks off.  I pulled my tongue out of her,
leaving it hanging from my mouth like the slobbering dog I must've looked
like, and pressed it flat against her pink slit.  As my top lip closed down
over her clit, small tremors ran through her pussy, tickling my tongue and
lips.
   She murmured, "Gently...  gently..."
   With one slow, deliberate sweep, I licked the length of her pussy to the
underside of her clit.  She let out a long, continuous moan as my mouth
enveloped her pearl.  I sucked on the nub as if it were her neck, my tongue
flicking it ever so softly.  Her legs clamped my head between her trembling
thighs.
   "Ahhh, don't stop.  Please don't stop," my baby pleaded.
   Stopping was the furthest thing from my mind.  Eating pussy is way more
fun than any electronic device I have ever tinkered with.  For her pussy to
be shrouded from me all these years must be a crime.  My sister suffered
countless lonely nights in need of my devotion, and I suffered even more in
need of her adoration.
   I increased the suction on her bud.  Ashley bounced her hips off the
seat, humping my face.  My tongue sped up to match her impending orgasm.  I
wanted my sister to be at the pinnacle of pleasure when she climaxes.
   "Ahhh, this is it, this is it."
   Opening my mouth, but keeping my upper lip over the hood of her clit, I
dove my tongue back into her pussy.  I hungrily licked the insides of her
pink flesh, ready for the oncoming torrent.
   "Oh fuck, yesss," she hissed.
   Right on cue, her juices exploded from her slit, dousing my tongue and
lower mouth in her love.  It sprayed everywhere, uncontainable.  I did my
best to lap every drop, but Ashley shook wildly in the pangs of her orgasm.
Using my right thumb, I pushed away her outer labia, giving my tongue more
freedom of movement to draw out every last ounce of her honey.  It felt as
though I was drowning, but this was one time I didn't want to be saved.
   It took Ashley what seemed like five minutes to recover.  I had my head
against her thigh, keenly observing her swollen mound for her breathing to
return to normal.  I would've fallen asleep by her pussy if she hadn't
raised my chin up to her face.
   "Thank you," she said meekly.  "That was amazing."
   "I'm available anytime you need another one of those." I dragged my limp
body over my sister's, laying my head on her petite chest.  I began
caressing her legs and inner thighs.
   Ashley stroked my right cheek.  "I gladly accept your offer."
   "Good.  I wouldn't take no for an answer."
   We reveled in each other's warmth, loving every second of our fondling.
I was at peace on her soft and velvety flesh, wishing for nothing more than
to slumber in the valley of her breasts.
   "You did really good for your first time," Ashley said meekly.
   "What makes you think this was my first time?"
   I could feel her chest cave in as she chuckled beneath her breath. 
"Because then you wouldn't be single.  You're not hiding any promiscuous
girls from me, are you?"
   "The only promiscuous girl in my life is you."
   The swing continued to rock subtly with us in it.  Ashley had no qualms
about being naked from the waist down in our backyard.  I was the only
protection shielding her pussy from the night's wind.  Her eyes were lost
in the distance, watching the stars sparkle in the darkness.
   "Let's go inside and sleep, Brian."
   "Sleep sounds good." It saddened me to have to be away from her breasts
for even the tiniest moment, but I knew we would be much more comfortable
in bed.
   Ashley slipped into her underwear and pajamas as I carried the cookie
jar to the house.  Looking behind me, I saw her unable to get up.  "I'm so
tired," she explained.
   Smiling, I placed the jar on the lawn table and returned to my sister's
side.  "I'll carry you."
   She surrounded my neck in her arms, gazing into my eyes.  I lifted her
with my right arm beneath her knees and my left supporting her back.  We
were like newlyweds bursting through the church doors to a new future
together.  My mind became clouded with visions of Ashley in a ravishing
white dress, her groom none other than me.  Deep down I knew I could never
be that man, but the image still lingered.  Is it feasible for Ashley and I
to someday get married?  There's no doubt she's the only one who can make
me feel the way I do, but do I have the same effect on her?
   "Brian, are you okay?" Her gentle voice awakened me.
   "Yeah, I am.  Let's get going." We exchanged smiles, hers filled with
faith, mine with a tad of despair.
   Marriage.  Why was I thinking about something like that when I wasn't
even old enough to drink?  There was plenty of time to see how things would
turn out.  The summer had a couple more months to go, and surely our love
would blossom beyond the season.  First and foremost, I had the task of
carrying my perfect woman to her room.  She deserved the sleep after all
the emotions she had gone through.
   I laid Ashley on her bed, her eyes half-asleep.  "Bry...  don't go..."
   "Shhh, don't talk.  I'll be right here."
   "Thank you.  I love you."
   "I love you, Ash." I kissed her on the forehead and draped a blanket
over her body.  Too tired to do anything else, I crawled beneath the sheets
beside her.
   Fortunately, our parents leave for work before we wake up in the
mornings, so there was no need to worry about exiting Ashley's room and
getting caught.  My all-night studying and web-surfing sessions have taught
me our parents don't check in on us before they leave for work either. 
Justifying the situation might be a bit tricky if I was to somehow get
busted, but my exhaustion prevented me from analyzing the off chance any
more than necessary.  Sleep kept sounding better and better.
   I held my sister's waist and drifted toward her neck.  When said she
wanted to be closer to me, she wasn't kidding.  Nuzzling my nose in her
hair, I silently dozed off with Ashley in my arms.
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