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 Title: Ashley Ch.  05
Summary: Ashley treats Brian to an unexpected night with her friends.
Keywords: fic,inc
   Chapter 5: Understanding
   * * *
   "Brian, I have a favor to ask of you."
   I peered up from my latest issue of PC World to the doorway where Ashley
stood.  "What can I do for you this fine Friday evening, babe?"
   Dressed for a fun-filled night with her friends, my sister came closer
to my desk where I sat.  "Can you drive me to the movies?  My ride can't
take me anymore."
   I eyed her lean legs in taut blue jeans with silver rhinestones
embellishing the pockets and sides.  "Yeah, no problem.  Who was supposed
to take you?"
   She sat on the edge of my desk, her hands propped behind her.  "One of
the girls I'm going to the movies with."
   I read her initials, A.S., on her silver belt buckle.  "Did she cancel?"
   "No, not exactly.  She's still going."
   My eyes drifted upward to the long-sleeved vanilla top she was wearing.
The neckline was wide, revealing most of her shoulders.  "Then why can't
she take you anymore?"
   Her plush lips, beautified by glossy red lipstick, opened and closed. 
"She sort of got into an accident.  Her car needs a new set of tires."
   Gold hoop earrings, dark eye shadow, curled eyelashes; Ashley was
dressed to kill.  "That's a bummer.  How is she getting to the theater,
then?  If she's going with someone else, can't you go with?"
   "You're a curious one tonight.  You can say no if you have other plans."
She glanced at my computer monitor.
   I glanced with her at the screensaver of a dancing monkey.  "Nope, no
plans.  I'll shut up with the questions now.  I can take you there."
   "Great, I knew I could count on you." Ashley hopped down from my desk
and onto her platform sandals.  Though they weren't heeled, they still
added an extra inch or two to her height.  She took a few steps toward the
door before looking over her shoulder.  Her long blonde ponytail swished to
the side, uncovering the reverse plunging neckline that left skin visible
on her upper back.  "Oh, almost forgot, Bry.  Can I ask you for another
favor?"
   "I guess...  what else can I do for you?"
   "Can you also take all of my friends?"
   "Um, how many people are we talking about here?"
   "Just three."
   Right, just three.  "Neither of the other two have a car?"
   "Nope.  One drives her parent's car but they're using it for the night;
the other is in the same boat as me, no license yet."
   "Do I at least know them?"
   "I'm sure you do.  It's Natalia, Alyson, and Lillian."
   I immediately recognized the names and the pretty faces that went with
them.  Ashley and her friends were living proof of the statement "good
looking people hang out with other good looking people." I had met the trio
early in Ashley's high school career after moving to our current home.  She
occasionally brought them over to the house to study, exchange CDs, and do
whatever else girls do together.  They never stayed for long, however;
maybe for an hour or two before leaving.  It was usually Ashley who did the
visiting.
   When her friends did come to our house, I would walk by my sister's
bedroom to the kitchen, living room, bathroom, or wherever else I could
excuse myself to see what the girls were up to.  I didn't mean to peep on
them, but I couldn't help myself.  They were all truly attractive women,
each with something that set them apart from the other.  My interaction
with Ashley's friends had been limited thus far, so I made sure to steal a
glimpse of them at every opportunity.  I hadn't seen any of the girls yet
that summer, and the prospect of seeing them again made me tingle.
   Ashley disrupted my reverie.  "Judging by that smile of yours, I think
you do know them."
   "It's been a couple of months since I've last seen your friends, but I
do recall the names."
   "Okay, goodie.  It won't take long to pick the girls up.  One of the
them lives a couple minutes away and the last two live next door to each
other."
   "That sounds fine.  Let me get my shoes and keys and I'll meet you out
front."
   "Um, can you get dressed too?"
   I looked down at the high school gym shorts and faded green t-shirt I
was wearing.  "Aren't I just going to drop you and your friends off at the
movies?"
   "Well, sort of, but we want to go to the new megaplex theater.  You
know, the one that opened at the mall last week."
   "Okay...  that still doesn't explain why I need to get dressed."
   She winked slyly.  "I'll make it worth your while if you do."
   No man could have denied her womanly charms, especially someone as
love-stricken as I was.  I feigned a sigh and stood up from my leather
chair.  "I'll need some time to get ready."
   "You have ten minutes." She skipped out of my bedroom with a smile and
closed the door behind her.
   * * *
   "So, who am I picking up first?"
   "Lillian.  Just the park the car right here by the sidewalk."
   "Are you going to get her or should I?"
   "Just honk the horn." Ashley slammed her palm into the steering wheel.
   I flinched at the blaring sound.  "Jeez, sis, a little warning would've
been nice.  You almost blew out my eardrums."
   She ignored my complaint as a brunette beauty exited the house and
approached us.  Ashley opened her window and waved.  "Hi, Lilly!  It's so
good to see you."
   "Hey Ashy, it's great to see you too.  We have so much to talk about."
   "Totally, but hurry up and get in.  We need to pick up Natty and Aly."
   Lillian slid into the backseat.  "Introduce me to our handsome chauffer,
Ashy."
   "It's only my brother, Brian," my sister answered nonchalantly.
   "Way to kill the mood, I know who he is." She leaned between the front
seats.  "It's nice seeing you, Brian."
   "Hi Lillian." I tried not to let her face distract me from the road. 
"Nice to see you again."
   "Call me Lilly like the rest of the world does.  There's no need to be
so formal."
   "Okay, sure thing."
   "Let's try that again, shall we?"
   "Hi Lilly."
   "Hi Brian."
   * * *
   "Stop, stop, stop," Ashley stammered.  "Natalia's house is right here.
Pull into the driveway."
   "As you wish.  Should I honk?"
   "No, don't honk.  Her parents are still home.  They'll be pissed if you
did that.  Just give me a sec." Ashley fished out her phone from her purse,
tapped some digits, and held it to her ear.  "Hey Natty, is Aly with you?
I'm in front of your house with Lilly.  Hurry out here."
   Ten seconds after my sister hung up, a dark-haired raven and a slim
blonde temptress appeared from around the garage.  Ashley and Lillian waved
at them through their open windows.
   "Hey guys," Natalia greeted, brushing her long black bangs from her
eyes. She bent down to the passenger window.  "Hello Brian, glad you could
join us."
   Alyson bent down beside her.  "Hey Brian, it's been a while.  How's
college life treating you?  Lots of booze and partying, I bet."
   "Hey ladies," I replied, firming my voice.  "College has been pretty
fun. Not too many parties, but I-"
   "Save the chitchat for later," Ashley interrupted.  "Let's get to the
mall first."
   "Yeah, okay," the girls agreed.
   Lillian scooted over for our two new patrons to slide inside.  Once they
were buckled up, I pulled out of the driveway and drove toward the mall.
   "Hey Brian, how did Ashy convince you to come with us?" Alyson asked.
   "She didn't have to do much," I said.  "After all, I'm only dropping you
girls off at the mall."
   "Dropping us off?  That's not what she told us."
   "Really?  What exactly did she tell you?"
   Natalia spoke up.  "That you were going to treat us to a fabulous
evening of fine dining at Bernardo's Bistro and a movie right after."
   Either my memory was failing or someone was playing a mean trick on me.
"Sis, you wouldn't happen to have another brother I don't know about, do
you?  One that was crazy enough to agree to all that?"
   Ashley's cheeks turned pink.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to trick you.  You
said you didn't have any plans tonight and I didn't want you to stay home
alone, so I figured you could come with us.  I'm not serious about the
dining and the movie.  The treating part, I mean.  You don't have to pay
for us." She turned around and shot Natalia a vile stare.  "Right, Nat?"
   In the rearview mirror I could see Natalia shrink into a mouse.  She
squeaked, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make anyone mad.  Can you forgive me,
Brian?"
   "Yeah, of course I forgive you.  I wasn't mad, just surprised."
   As I redirected my attention to the street, I now understood why Ashley
had asked me to get dressed; she wanted to take me on a play date with her
friends.  I had to admit, spending a night with four gorgeous women was a
lot better than my initial plan of staring at my screensaver until my eyes
bled.  Her friends seemed like fun people to hang out with and I could
picture myself having a great time with them.  And with Ashley around, I
was guaranteed to have more than just a great time, as I would soon find
out.
   We arrived fifteen minutes later at a grand shopping mall, one of the
few places of teenage interests near our neighborhood.  It was a large
two-floored complex with five wings: four of which were occupied by stores,
and the fifth occupied by the general food court and that led to the
theater.  The theater itself wasn't directly connected to the mall, so even
past the mall's closing time the theater would still be open.  The upscale
restaurants, such as the one we were going to eat at, resided at the ends
of each wing.
   While our group proceeded to the Italian restaurant under the bright
lights of the mall, I was able to clearly see how attractive Ashley's
friends really were.  Lillian, with her amber brown, almost reddish hair
flowing down her back, wore an orange tee, dark jean jacket, and matching
dark jean pants.  Natalia, with her pitch-black hair in long pigtails over
her shoulders, wore a fashionable baby blue tank top and tan capri pants
that went a few inches down her kneecaps.  Finally there was Alyson, with
the ends of her shoulder-length blonde hair curled, who wore a tiny pink
jacket over a tight white tee, and an eye-catching pink skirt that ended
halfway down her thighs.  Ashley and the girls all carried duplicate
designer purses, each a different color, and had on very alluring make-up.
   When we arrived at the restaurant, there was a long line of guests
waiting outside.
   "Wow, there's a lot of people here," I commented.  "It's going to take a
while to get a table."
   "Not quite," Alyson calmly said.  "Let me handle it."
   I waited with the other girls as she entered the restaurant alone.  She
came out a couple of minutes later and announced, "Okay, table is ready."
   The restaurant's hostess led our small party of five to the back of the
restaurant, away from the lights and noises of the mall.  We were presented
with a booth large enough to seat at least eight.  Along the way I had
whispered to Ashley what was going on and she coolly replied we had
reservations.
   Standing behind the girls, I waited for them to seat themselves.  But
instead of sliding in, they all stared at me.
   "Ladies first?" I offered.
   "You can sit in the middle," Ashley insisted.  "You're the only guy here
and we want you to be comfortable."
   I glanced at each of her friends and found no objection.  Feeling a
nudge in my side, I scooted into the half-circle leather seat.  Ashley
followed closely behind and sat to my right with Lillian to hers.  Natalia
sidled into the booth to my left and Alyson sat beside her.  Our hostess
laid out the menus on the table and left us to decide our orders.
   "Mmm, it smells so good in here," Natalia said.
   "Yeah, definitely," Lillian agreed.  She opened her menu and honed in on
exactly what she wanted as if she ate at the restaurant every other day. 
"Their stuffed chicken marsala is to die for."
   My sister diligently skimmed her menu.  "What are you going to order,
brother?"
   I browsed the list of foreign dishes.  "I'm not sure.  Everything looks
so fancy.  What do you ladies recommend?"
   One thing I would learn that night about Ashley and her friends was
they're very competitive, even when there was nothing to compete over, like
finding me something to eat.  They each shouted their recommendations over
the other, and it was difficult to discern anything they said.  I looked
around and saw a few people frowning at our commotion.  Despite the classy
atmosphere of the restaurant--by mall standards--there were many young
couples, some probably there on their first dates.  The girls were
oblivious to their gazes, however, and they continued to make enough noise
to make the restaurant sound like a common fast food joint.
   "That sounds excellent," I interrupted, closing my menu after reading
the first thing in the pasta section.  "I think I'll go with the fettuccine
alfredo."
   "But none of us suggested that," Alyson pointed out.
   "Really?  I could've sworn I heard one of you mention it."
   "Well, I suggested the shrimp fettuccine," Natalia said.
   "And I suggested the chicken alfredo," Lillian added.
   "There you go.  That's where I must've heard it from."
   The two girls smiled gleefully across the table at each other for having
played some part in deciding my dinner.
   Minutes later a waiter approached our table and asked for our order of
drinks.  Ashley requested a limoncello lemonade, Alyson and Natalia a
Venetian Sunset, and Lillian a tropical sangria.  I ordered a Pepsi.
   I was quickly teased on my choice of beverage as the waiter left.
   "Brother, try something new," Ashley said.  "You can drink soda any
other time."
   "Hey, you know that's not true.  Most places serve Coke.  I'm not going
to pass up a cold glass of Pepsi when it's right there in front of me."
   "How about we make you a deal.  If you let us order your drink--and you
drink it all--we'll pay for your entire meal."
   The advent of the internet had taught me it was never okay to let the
lady pay on behalf of the gentleman.  "That's quite a proposal, but I don't
think it's decent for me to accept.  It doesn't seem right."
   "If you're concerned about us having to spend a little extra, then
don't. It's been taken into consideration."
   I was puzzled by what she meant by "consideration." How far in advance
had she planned for me to come with her and her friends?  They weren't
rattled when they saw me in the driver's seat, so they must had known for a
while was tagging along.  With the way Ashley had assumed I didn't have
anything better to do for the night, I thought it was a spur of the moment
when she asked me to get dressed.  It made more sense she had planned
everything much earlier.
   This wild speculation was putting a hamper on my mood.  I set it aside
and worried about the now.  "Okay, if you say so.  Count me in for the
wager."
   Ashley cheerfully smiled, and once again the booth was filled with the
voices of four lively girls as they shouted out names of various beverages
and exotic wines.  While they fussed over what to get me, I caroused the
drink section of the menu.  My stomach did flip-flops as I tried to read
some of the names.  Anything I couldn't pronounce like "pinot
grigio-sauvignon blanc" scared the heck out of me.  My tastes were far from
refined, and I didn't want to offend Ashley and her friends if I couldn't
hold my end of the bet.
   I thought about rescinding when Ashley said, "Okay, we've decided."
   "And what's the decision?" I croaked.
   "A Sicilian splash.  It's a blend of cranberry juice, orange syrup, and
club soda with a touch of lemon."
   I breathed a sigh of relief.  "Sounds delicious.  Thanks, girls."
   Beneath the table, Ashley patted my right knee.  "You're welcome,
brother."
   The waiter returned with the first round of beverages and customary
appetizers of garlic bread.  "Is everyone ready to order now or shall I
give you all some more time?"
   Starting with Lillian, the five of us took turns giving him our orders.
The women were very detailed when it came to how they wanted their meals.
"Not too much garlic, please." "Less mushrooms and more olives." "Extra
sauce on mine." "Cut the noodles extra small." More than half the writing
on the waiter's notepad were excess scribbles instead of actual orders.
   "And a Sicilian splash for our date, please," Ashley added.
   Giving us a bow, the waiter hastily left our table.
   "I'm someone's date now?" I chimed.  "This evening keeps getting better
and better."
   "Not someone's date," she corrected.  "Everyone's."
   The idea of dating any one of the girls, let alone all of them, brought
a wide grin to my face.  Have I mentioned how pretty they were?
   I did find it a little odd none of them made a remark about my sister
being one of my "dates." Maybe they thought she just was kidding, which was
true in a sense, considering she had probably meant it as a joke, but I
couldn't help but wonder if her friends weren't entirely opposed to the
idea.
   I wasn't able to dwell on the thought for long over their raving
chatter. Although I may have been their dates, the girls had a lot more to
say to each other than to me.  Which was fine, of course; I didn't want to
meddle in their personal matters.  But just because I kept quiet didn't
mean I also ignored them.
   Since I sat in the middle, I was able to hear everything they discussed:
what they had done so far for the summer, what they hadn't done yet, what
classes they wanted to take for college, who's cuter between Matt Damon and
Brad Pitt.  It was an overwhelming amount of information to process, and I
hoped the girls wouldn't quiz me on any of it.
   There was an unexpected break in the conversation when Lillian turned to
me.  "Brian, I hope you don't mind me getting a little personal, but is
there anyone special in your life?"
   I had wondered when that question would pop up.  It was natural for
females to inquire about the love life of the opposite sex, especially when
there were other females around who could further embarrass the male.  It
also wasn't the first time I had been asked something similar.
   "Yes, there is," I confidently answered.  "My sister, Ashley.  She means
so much to me.  I don't think I can live without her." I hugged my sibling
in the hopes I would embarrass her the way she had embarrassed me a few
days ago, maybe even throw off her friends.  I was surprised when she
patted my chest instead, like she was proud of my response.
   "Aww, that is sooo sweet," Natalia swooned.
   "Ashy, your brother is too awesome," Alyson praised.
   Lillian smiled and quickly added, "But what about a girlfriend?  Are you
seeing anyone?"
   I looked down at my sister for a sign on how to answer the question. 
She didn't look up, however, and I was left to answer it alone.  "No, I'm
not seeing anyone like that, and I'm not worried about it either.  After
all, I'm here having dinner with four lovely women.  What more can a guy
want?"
   Lillian tipped her beverage in the air.  "Cheers to that."
   We all clinked our glasses together and took a sip.  All except Alyson.
She stared keenly at me.  "I have another question for you.  If you were to
ask one of us out, who would it be?"
   That was one curveball I didn't expect.  I coughed on my soda and a
dribble streamed down my chin.  "Ahem, don't take this the wrong way but I
barely know any of you.  I don't want to upset anyone."
   "It's okay, you can answer it.  We won't get angry."
   "I really shouldn't.  I might give someone the wrong impression."
   Before she could further pester me, Natalia came to the rescue.  "Stop
bugging him, Aly.  Is that anyway to treat our date?  Let him eat dinner in
peace."
   Alyson turned to Natalia and opened her mouth to say something, but
managed to contain herself.  Turning back to me, she sheepishly said,
"Sorry, Brian.  I didn't mean to bother you."
   Already I could tell Alyson was the most outspoken of the bunch.  "No
need to apologize.  Living with three females, I've had plenty of time to
get accustomed to embarrassing questions.  Besides, our food hasn't arrived
yet so I'm not really eating."
   Alyson cracked a small smile as she sunk into her seat.  It took her a
short minute to rebound, and she soon joined the rest of the girls as they
shared more of their summer experiences.  As I listened, I discovered they
had gone on separate vacations with their families and tonight was the
first night in a few weeks they were all home.
   During the conversation I noticed Ashley was awfully quiet compared to
her friends.  I had a strong idea for why that was the case.  She had spent
every day of her summer so far with me or Nicole, most of it at home, and
she was probably feeling left out.  I was sure she had a mountain of other
things she wished she could have told her friends, like details on what she
and I had been doing together the past week, but couldn't for obvious
reasons.
   As I watched Ashley nibble on a breadstick, I felt bad not helping her
live her summer to the fullest.  She was, after all, starting college in a
couple of months, and should have been making the most of her last
pre-adult days.  It wasn't as if I'd been forcing her to stay at home with
me, but I should have been doing more to make this an unforgettable summer.
Beyond what happened in our bedrooms, anyway.
   Ashley caught me staring at her while she finished her breadstick.  She
didn't turn her head to me, but her flickering pupils in the corner of her
eyes told me I was busted.  Grabbing another breadstick from the center of
the table, she winked as she slowly slid it through her glossy lips until
the first three of six inches were in her mouth.  Her cheeks caved in ever
so subtly as she sucked on it.
   My sister must have heard something interesting from her friends'
chatter because she immediately pulled the breadstick out to make a snappy
comment.  I had no clue what she was saying, though, since I was busy
staring at her saliva-tipped appetizer and the red lipstick ring around it.
When she finished her comment, she slid the breadstick into her mouth
again.
   This motion repeated a few times, with her lightly sucking on the stick,
pulling it out to make another remark, and then sliding it back between her
lips.  Each time her cheeks would cave in a little more, and the bread
would come out a little wetter.
   I tried looking away every once in awhile so the other girls wouldn't
catch me staring.  With Ashley jumping in and out of the chatter, her
friends only paid attention to her when she was talking, instead of when
she was giving a piece of bread fellatio.
   Taking things one step further, my sister consumed more and more of the
breadstick.  Four inches, five inches.  She stopped for a second, then
closed her eyes as she pushed the final inch into her mouth.  When she had
the whole thing consumed, her eyes suddenly opened.  She coughed and pulled
the stick out.
   Half remained in her mouth.  As she chewed on it, the other girls stared
at my sister in what would be the quietest ten seconds of the evening.
   Ashley swallowed her bite.  "Ugh, too much garlic." She stuck her tongue
out and made a potty face.
   "Maybe you should slow down on the appetizers," Lillian suggested. 
"Don't forget you have a real meal on the way."
   Ashley put down the rest of her soggy breadstick.  "Yeah, good idea."
   When the girls returned to their talk, Ashley gave me another wink, and
then joined them in chatter.  Meanwhile I adjusted my erection to a
slightly more comfortable position in my pants leg.
   It was five minutes later when our food arrived.  The girls had chosen
dishes from different sections of the menu: pasta, lasagna, seafood, and
chicken.  They spent the next couple of minutes sharing their dishes until
they all had matching plates.  None said a word during the exchange.  The
way they passed the plates in an orderly circle and knew how much to take
from each one made it seem as if they'd been doing this every time they ate
together.
   I was feeling left out as I stared at my plain fettuccine alfredo.  It
wasn't that I wanted the foursome to share their dinner with me, but I
figured I should have at least offered my plate to them.
   "Hey girls, if any of you want to try some of this alfredo, feel free to
take some right off my plate."
   "You don't have to offer us any," Natalia said.  "We don't want to get
in the way of your dinner."
   They didn't want to get in the way of my dinner?  "Okay, if you say so,
but my offer still stands."
   Natalia gave me an acknowledging nod and, along with the others,
proceeded to chow down and talk about anything and everything.  The
conversation somehow led to my sister storytelling our day at the amusement
park with our youngest sibling, Nicole, two days earlier in which the
twelve year-old ran Ashley and I ragged.  We didn't get a whole lot of
sleep the night before the trip, and the lack of rest was evident the
following morning.  From the moment Nikky barged into our rooms to wake us
up, it was non-stop hustle and bustle from sunrise to sunset.
   When we arrived home that night around nine, Ashley and I were too tired
to do much of anything.  It ended up being the first evening we hadn't been
intimate in a while, and it was bizarre kissing each other good night
without helping each other achieve at least one orgasm.  We partly made up
for it the following afternoon, but our muscles were still too sore to
really get into the act.  The downtime persisted until the next day, which
made it Friday, and ergo the current situation of me eating dinner with my
sister and her friends.  Of course Ashley told them only about what
happened at the amusement park and not the events afterwards.
   The conversation drifted onto a variety of other subjects before
settling on our food.
   "Mm-mmm, I love, love, love lobster," Lillian touted.  "I can eat the
seafood pasta here every night until the day I die."
   "The seafood here is decent," Alyson said with an air of indifference,
"but it's nowhere near as good as Amalfi's."
   "Considering a plate at Amalfi's is more expensive than all of ours
combined at this place, it better be ten times tastier if I'm going to
shell out fifty bucks for a lobster claw."
   "Aly, you have to hook us up with dinner at Amalfi's one night," my
sister said.  "I don't care how you manage to eat there every month, just
share the wealth with the rest of us at least once.  That place is
impossible to get reservations to."
   "Ashy-girl, you know I only eat there because I have a really, really
close contact.  It's one thing to get a table for lil' ol' me, it's another
to get a table for four girls right out of high school."
   "Fine, whatever, you always give that same excuse.  But if you can get
us a table, I'd drop everything I'm doing just to be able to walk into the
top-rated restaurant of last year."
   As dinner neared its end, our waiter arrived carrying one more dish for
our table.  "Dessert on the house." He set it down with our bill.
   "Good Lord," Lillian gasped, "that is one heck of a dessert."
   "If there's one thing this place has that no other restaurant can top,
it's their dessert," Alyson admitted.
   A monstrous chocolate fudge cake, at least one foot tall, dripping with
chocolate syrup, vanilla ice cream, and chocolate cookie chunks, towered
over our empty plates.
   Natalia poked her fork into it and took the first bite.  "Oh my gosh,
this cake is so delicious.  It can't be legal to have this much sugar in
one mouthful."
   Ashley took the next bite.  "Wow, I think my sweet tooth is going numb
from all this chocolate.  I'm going to wake up ten pounds heavier tomorrow.
"
   Alyson and Lillian dug into the dessert together, and for the next few
minutes, I watched them consume a mere quarter of the cake.
   "Don't you want some dessert?" Ashley asked me, a smudge of chocolate on
her left dimple.
   "No, I shouldn't.  It's your dessert.  You ladies go ahead and enjoy
it."
   "We can't eat this alone.  We're not even halfway finished." She scooped
a forkful and raised it to my mouth.  "C'mon, try some.  It's really
yummy."
   I reluctantly took a bite.
   "So, what do you think?"
   "Mmm, that's pretty darn good.  Thanks, sis."
   Ashley fed me another forkful and then one for herself, alternating
between the two of us for a couple more bites.  I noticed her friends were
giving us eccentric looks but Ashley didn't stop with the personal service.
That was when I finally picked up my own fork and helped myself to the
dessert.  We whittled it down to two inches before calling it quits.
   "Looks like your meal is on us," Aly said to me, jotting something down
on a notepad.  "You finished your drink."
   "I wasn't serious about you girls having to pay for me.  It wouldn't be
a gentlemanly thing to do if I let my dates deal with the expenses.  Just
hand me the bill and I'll take of it right now."
   "There's no need to do that, Bry." She slipped the piece of paper into
the bill booklet.  "I have it all taken care of.  Let's just get out of
here before we miss the movie previews."
   Our merry band of five tossed down our napkins and paraded out the
restaurant to much attention from the other guests.
   * * *
   "Um, ladies, shouldn't we take the exit back here and head around to the
theater?  The movie is going to start soon, right?  Don't we still need to
buy tickets?"
   "We already have tickets," Natalia assured.
   "And the movie doesn't start till nine," Alyson added.  "We have over
two hours to kill, so let's do some shopping."
   "What happened to 'we don't want to miss the previews' and 'let's get
good seats?' You all made it sound like the movie started in five minutes."
   "Well, we're still in a hurry," Lillian said.  "The faster we shop, the
faster we finish.  Take too long and we'll miss the previews and get bad
seats."
   I could see how the girls had influenced Ashley's whimsical humor.  "I
guess we can't go wrong with that logic."
   "Exactly," my sister said, hugging my right arm.  "Try to have some fun.
We know how to have a good time."
   The night had only just begun, I realized, as we strolled down the rows
of clothing stores.  The five of us were arm in arm, with Ashley walking in
strides to my right and Natalia to hers.  Directly to my left was Alyson
and beside her was Lillian.  The girls formed a chain of feminine beauty
with me smack-dab in the middle.  It was a sight to behold, and for a
moment I wished I was one of the prepubescent teenagers ogling us, just so
I could have seen what we looked like.
   "I'm such a lucky bastard," I mused.  Guys would have killed to be in my
shoes.  There I was strutting through the mall with not one, not two, but
four stunning women.  Granted I was there by chance on a fictitious date,
but phony or not the scenario blew me away.
   It was as though every pair of eyes in the entire mall were dead-set on
our little group.  Ashley and her friends were, like with the people in the
restaurant, completely unaware of the gazes.  I couldn't figure out how the
girls managed to ignore them.  Maybe they were so used to being gawked at
that they had developed an immunity to prying eyes.  Or maybe they sensed
those eyes weren't on them; instead, they were on me, wondering how much I
had to pay the girls just to be seen with them.
   "Oooh, let's go in there," Alyson excitedly suggested, pointing at a
beach clothing store.  "They have really cute swimwear and tees.  We so
need to hit the beach before the summer is over."
   Did someone say swimwear?
   Upon entering the store, the girls quickly dispersed into the clothing
aisles.  I aimlessly wandered around with my hands in my pockets and no
particular destination in mind.  The store wasn't a place I'd normally go
into on my own.  Everything was bright and colorful, with surfboards and
skateboards decorating every wall and sunglasses and beanies adorning every
mannequin.  It was like an alien planet compared to the darker stores I
preferred.
   I was trying on some caps near the back when I heard the loud laughter
of my four jovial dates.  Curious as to what the girls were up to, I tossed
the cap back onto the shelf and scoured the aisles in search of them.  I
sought to no avail and was about to return to the headgear when I heard a
voice yell out my name.
   "Brian!  Hey Bry, come over here!"
   Turning around I caught a glimpse of Ashley's head sticking out from the
entrance to the changing rooms.  I curiously approached her and went behind
the corner of the dressing room hallway to see what she was so peppy about.
What awaited me would be an image forever burned into my skull.
   Ashley, Natalia, Alyson, and Lillian were dressed in matching styled
bikinis, the colors the same as their purses.  Their bottoms were the
string bikinis that tied on the sides, and their triangular tops had a thin
string that looped behind their necks.  None of the girls were particularly
busty, and the pieces of fabric covered a fair amount of skin--at least
where it mattered--but what they may have lacked a raw sexuality was made
up with charming faces and slim figures.  Natalia in light blue, with her
arms crossed over her chest, reminded me of sugar and spice and everything
nice; Aly in white, trying to uncross Natalia's arms, appeared to have
jumped off the cover of a swimsuit magazine; Lilly in lime green, posing in
front of a mirror, exuded an aura of confidence and grace; and then there
was Ashley, hands on her hips, looking smoking hot in red.  Call it bias
but she was the exception in that she really did look sexy as hell.  I
desperately wanted to pull her into one of the changing rooms and rip that
bikini off of her.
   Instead, I sat down on a short bench and meekly said, "Hi."
   "So, what do you think about these?" my sister asked.  "You like?"
   "Like" was an understatement.  "Yeah, a lot.  You all look fantastic."
   She turned to the others.  "See, I told you he would like them."
   "I bet he'd like anything we put on," Lilly remarked.  "I still think
these are too big." She turned her back to us and stretched out the fabric
of her bikini bottom until it covered most of her tanned butt cheeks.
   "Are you kidding me?" Natalia whined.  "I think these are too small."
   Alyson went behind her and tried prying her arms apart again.  "Natty,
you should stop hiding.  You know you have a killer body."
   I watched Aly's boobs, the largest of the girls, press against Natalia's
back as they wrestled on their feet.  Though Aly wasn't attempting too hard
to pry her friend's arms apart, I began to feel sorry for the smaller
Natalia.  As much as I enjoyed seeing two beautiful girls so close
together, I knew how uncomfortable it was to do something you didn't want
to do.  But before I, or any of the other two ladies could stop her, Alyson
said, "Look, even Bry is checking you out right now."
   "What?" Natalia yelped, her face turning scarlet red.  She quickly
covered her cheeks in her hands, but by doing so she also uncrossed her
arms.  Realizing she was inadvertently exposing herself to me, she spun
around and ran to the one of the changing stalls.
   "Aly, why did you have do something like that," Lilly scolded.  "You
better go in there right now and apologize to her."
   Concern was apparent on Alyson's face, and without making any sort of
protest, she and Lillian both went into Natalia's stall.
   I was alone with my sister.  "Wow, that was interesting."
   "Don't worry about them, Bry.  Even though Aly loves to embarrass Nat
like that, they're the closest friends you'll ever meet.  They've been
living next door to each other their whole lives."
   "Should I apologize to Natalia?"
   Ashley strutted to me and sat on my left knee.  "Why?  Because you
really were checking her out?  I'm sure she doesn't mind." She sensed I was
staring at her bikini-clad boobs--which I was--and arched her back, jutting
her chest out.
   Subconsciously, I wrapped my arm around her waist and settled my hands
onto her bare thighs, caressing the creamy flesh.  "How can you be so sure
of that?"
   She shrugged her shoulders.
   "Should I be apologizing to you for checking her out?"
   Ashley giggled.  "No, you don't have to do that.  I should be
apologizing to you."
   "What for?  You haven't done anything wrong.  Well, not counting the
little lie you told to get me to come here."
   "I told you I wanted you to pick out a bikini for me, remember?  I swear
I didn't mean to break my promise."
   "Sis, I remember you saying that, but you never made it a promise. 
Don't worry about it.  It's not like I'm disappointed or anything. 
Besides, I like the bikini you're wearing right now."
   "Really?  I kind of agree with Lilly, though.  I think these are too
big." Ashley stood up with her impressive butt two feet from my face.  "I
want the backside to be smaller, like this." She pinched the edges of her
bikini bottom into her butt crack, turning a modestly-sized bikini into a
devilishly sexy thong.  She bent at the waist.  "Doesn't this look better?"
   "M-much better," I stuttered.  The outer rim of her anus was nearly
visible and her pussy lips were almost split in two by the bikini.
   Like magnets my hands were drawn to her marvelous round buns.  Her skin
was impeccably smooth and there was more than enough ass for me to latch
onto.  But before I could grab two luscious handfuls, I heard the other
girls talking as their changing room door opened.  Ashley took a step
forward just out of my reach.  She hooked the edges of her bikini bottom
and stretched them over her butt as she joined her friends.
   I dropped my head in dejection, painfully aware of my hard-on.  It was
given no time to shrink, however, as the foursome made their way to me.  I
crossed my legs to conceal myself the best I could.
   Still blushing, but not covering herself anymore, Natalia asked, "You
really think this looks good on us?"
   I think I started to blush, too.  "Yeah, I meant it the first time I
said it and I still do.  You look very cute."
   "Only she looks cute?" Lillian asked.  "What about the rest-"
   "You all look cute," I promptly corrected.  I really had to be careful
with what I say around these girls.
   "Even me, brother?" Ashley timidly asked.
   She must have enjoyed watching me sweat in front of her friends.  "Yeah,
sis, even you."
   "He may your brother," Aly started to say, approaching my sibling, "but
I'm sure even he can't say no to an ass like yours." She raised a hand,
open-palmed, and swung it at my sister's butt cheek.  There was a loud slap
as their skin made contact.
   Ashley dropped her mouth and glared at her attacker.  "You did not just
do that."
   As if a pistol was shot off in the distance, Alyson made a mad dash to
her changing room with Ashley chasing behind.  I couldn't help but notice
the pink finger marks on my sister's butt as it bounced down the corridor.
   Lillian, acting as if this was a normal occurrence, laughed it off and
made her way to her own stall.  Natalia, left alone with me, softly asked,
"Can you wait outside the store for us?"
   I lifted my jaw off the ground and heeded her request.  First I had to
hide in one of the aisles until my erection disappeared.  When it finally
did, and after waiting another ten minutes in front of the store, the girls
emerged shoulder to shoulder with shopping bags in hand.
   "Sorry for making you wait," Ashley said.
   "No problem.  I'm just happy to see you ladies getting along.  Where to
next?"
   "To that," Lillian pointed ahead of us.
   "That thing?  All of us?"
   "It'll be fun.  Don't tell me you're afraid of heights."
   "What if I am?"
   "Then you'll just have to suck it up."
   * * *
   "Girls, I'm seriously not sure if I can do this."
   "It's too late to back out now," Lillian said.  "You're already strapped
up."
   "It'll be okay," Ashley assured from my left.  "This thing is perfectly
safe.  I think."
   "I can't believe you're going along with this, sis."
   "Why wouldn't I?  I think it looks fun."
   "Since when did you think it was fun to climb walls two stories tall?"
   "There has to be a first time for everything."
   "How come Alyson doesn't have to rock-climb with us?"
   "Because I'm wearing heels, a skirt, and someone needs to watch these
bags," she shouted behind us.
   "Careful what you say around her," Ashley giggled.  "Just climb as high
as you can.  We won't think of you as any less of man if you can't make it
to the top."
   "Right...  that's exactly what I'm worried about." I stared up at the
mountainous behemoth in front of me.
   In the middle of the mall was an extreme rock-climbing exhibit. 
Lillian, believing we needed to burn some calories from our mile-high fudge
cake, decided it would be excellent idea to scale a mile-high mountain.  It
was about two stories tall, but because the ceiling level was much higher
in a mall than that of a regular house, it was actually more like three.
   "Wish me luck," Natalia said to my right, stepping onto the first rubber
ledge.
   "Good luck," my sister told her.  "Are you ready, Tiger?"
   "Might as well get this over with." Ensuring my harness was sturdy by
pulling on it for the one hundredth time, I stepped onto the first ledge
and pushed myself up.
   Ashley did the same beside me.  Simultaneously we advanced one
terrifying foot at a time.  When we reached the one-third mark, she and I
had caught up to Natalia.  Lillian, amazingly, was already sitting at the
peak of the mountain, encouraging us to keep going while enjoying the view
of the entire mall.  By the halfway point, I was beginning to feel really
good about my chances of making it to the top.  Sure, I was scared shitless
for being so high off the ground, but with my sister supporting me every
step of the way, the height didn't seem so intimidating anymore.
   Ashley, Natalia, and I rung the bell at the peak together to signal our
triumphant conquest over the mountain.  We were supposed to head back down
after ringing the bell, but the girls decided to climb over the top to
Lillian.  I pulled myself up and sat with them.
   "Nice of you three to finally join me," Lilly joshed.  "I was beginning
to think you softies didn't have what it takes, but you all proved me
wrong. Especially you, Mr.  I'm-afraid-of-heights." She gave me a hearty
pat on the back that almost knocked me over the edge.
   "Oh jeez, don't do that." I scooted backwards to safer ground.  Ashley
and Natalia giggled and scooted with me.
   "Careful there, don't want to get your harness caught on the pulley.  We
really shouldn't be up here but it looks like the two guys running this
thing have their hands full." Lillian lay flat on her back, hands behind
her head.  "You and Ash should join me on my weekday exercises.  I can use
a few souls to talk to for my morning jogs."
   "That sounds awesome.  I'd love to join you," my sister said.  "A good
workout every now and then would be an awesome way to start the day."
   "How about you, Brian?  Up for five mile jogs at seven in the mornings?"
   Five miles?  At seven?  "Um, I'll have to pass.  I'm not much of an
early bird."
   "Aw, that's a shame.  I can start the jogs a little later if you want.
It's summer so we can't start too late or else it gets really hot."
   "I'm not much of a runner either, actually."
   "How 'bout biking?  We can do that instead."
   "Oooh, I loved riding," Ashley chirped.  "I used to ride everyday when I
was in elementary school.  I'd hop on my two-wheeler right after class and
zoom around the neighborhood until the sun sets.  My old friends and I even
had a Hello Kitty biker gang going on."
   Lillian sat up.  "So why don't you bike anymore?"
   "Well, one day in fourth grade, I sort of got into accident on the way
home from school.  I was going full speed down a hill on a dare when a car
pulled out of a driveway and blocked the sidewalk I was on.  I managed to
swerve away from it but I ended up crashing into a tree instead.  Long
story short, I came home from the hospital the next week with a leg cast
and a trashed up bike in my garage.  My parents forbade me from riding and
I haven't done it since."
   Natalia joined the conversation.  "How come you never told us this
before?"
   "Didn't seem too important, I guess.  It's been almost ten years since
then."
   Eight years to be exact.
   I remembered the accident far too well for my own liking.  I was the one
who had to carry my sister from the ugly wreckage while the other kids rode
off to find help.  I was the one who had to assure my sister she would be
okay, that this wasn't her fault, that mom and dad wouldn't be angry with
her for not wearing her helmet.  The driver who had almost hit my sister
didn't stop his car, didn't even realize that in front of his yard was a
ten year-old girl crying her eyes red, bleeding on his grass until the
shades of green were a grueling crimson.
   I was at her bedside for almost the entire first day at the hospital. 
There was that short recess where I had to rinse away the metallic taste of
her blood from when I kissed her wounds.  She begged me that afternoon to
kiss her booboo better, as if my care would magically heal the deep gash on
her right leg.  I told her things didn't work that way, that when she had
kissed my paper cuts and splinters she had provided only a temporary
remedy. But that was what she wanted from me, and as gross as it was for a
twelve year-old boy to kiss his little sister's wounds, that was what I did
until our parents finally arrived.
   It was the scariest day of my life, and it wasn't even me who was
involved in the accident.  I had been riding with my own friends on the
other side of the street when I saw Ashley's pink bicycle careening out of
control.  I watched her tiny body catapult from the impact, heard her
screaming in pain.  In the seconds it took me to cross the street, a
whirlwind of fears had seized my body.  My legs couldn't stop pedaling and
my hands couldn't grip my bicycle brake.  I hit the curb and collapsed onto
my knees at her side.  The pain I felt in my shins was nothing compared to
what she must have felt throughout her whole body.
   Before her eyes opened, my sister was already calling out for someone.
She called not for our nurturing mother or our heroic father, but for me,
her older brother.  I was glad my friends had rode off to get help, or else
they would have seen the tears running down my cheeks.  More than anything
I was crying for her safety, wishing there was some way I could have taken
her place and endured the suffering for her.  It was foolish to have been
scared of something as paltry as the meager mountain I now sat atop of when
my true fear would always be that of losing my cherished sister.
   "Brother, are you okay?  You're pale all of a sudden."
   I stared at the girl who had recovered so remarkably from her injuries.
"Yeah, I'm okay.  Just remembering something from my own childhood days."
   Lillian, oblivious to the horrid details of her friend's accident,
zealously went about her proposal.  "Ever since my brothers moved out of
the house, our garage has been storing a couple of extra bikes.  You can
use one of theirs if you want to bike instead of jog.  There's a trail
behind Riverdale Park we can ride on."
   "No, I can't do that," Ashley solemnly said, "I'll just jog with you
instead.  I've probably forgotten how to ride a bike by now anyway."
   "Suit yourself, Ashy.  If you ever change your mind, let me know.  I'll
dust them off for you and-" A ringtone of Guillaume Tell cut the brunette
off.  She pulled out her phone from her pocket and checked the caller.  "Oh
my gosh, it's Aly.  She's probably pissed at us for staying up here for so
long.  This ought to be good for a few laughs." She flipped the phone open
and put it on speaker.
   The next thirty seconds were a flurry of heated shouts.  Alyson spat
about how rude it was to keep her waiting while she had to withstand the
"dozens of lame pick-up lines from perverted jerk wads." The three girls
with me were all holding their sides in laughter by the time she angrily
hung up.  Lillian, wiping the tears from her eyes, decided it would be a
good time for us to head back down.  She and Natalia went first.
   I was about to follow when Ashley grabbed my hand and told me to wait.
   "What's up, sis?" Wordlessly she cupped my chin and led me to her lips
for a quick smooch.  "Mmm, what was that for?"
   "It's a small bonus for making it up here.  My friends are very
impressed."
   "How can you tell?"
   "I just know," she smiled.  "C'mon, Tiger, let's get down from here.  I
think I'm starting to get light headed from being this high."
   Ashley and I hopped down a few steps when I suddenly heard her squeal
above me.  "Oh damn it!  I lost my footing and one of my sandals fell off."
   I glanced at the ground as her leather sandal cratered on the mattress
below us.  "Do you think you can still make it down like that?"
   "I-I don't know.  It feels kind of weird being barefoot.  Crap, this
sucks.  I'm wearing shoes every day from now on."
   I climbed up a few steps to her.  "Try getting on my back and I'll carry
you down."
   "What?  Is that safe?"
   "I think so.  It's not like we're really rock-climbing.  Plus it's a
heck of a lot easier climbing down than up."
   "It's even easier to fall the rest of the way down."
   I held my hand out to her.  "It'll be fine, I won't let you get hurt. 
On the off-chance we fall, I'll make sure you land on me first."
   She took my hand and sidled closer to me.  "Okay, if you say so.  No
point in having a protective older brother if he won't substitute as an
airbag."
   Pressing myself flat against the wall, I waited for her to circle her
arms and legs around me.  "Got a good grip?"
   "Yeah, I think so."
   I held my harness in my right hand and her firm butt cheek in my left.
"I got a good grip too, babe.  Don't let go of me.  This might be a bumpy
ride." I kicked off and descended a few feet before being pulled back to
the wall.
   Though I could have made it to the bottom in less than ten leaps, I
purposely made smaller ones to prolong the feeling of my sister hugging me
for dear life.  She was my Mary Jane and I was her Spider-Man.  She
whimpered into my ear and squeezed tight every time I pushed off, and when
the harness pulled us to the wall, her soft breasts would mash into my
back.
   Rock-climbing was something I needed to do more often.
   When we were finally safe on the ground, I heard the other three girls
behind us yelling, "Say cheese." I turned around with Ashley still on me
and saw each of them pointing their phones at us.
   "Aww, what a cute couple," Aly bantered.  "These pics are a keeper."
   Lillian held up Ashley's fallen sandal.  "Hey Cinderella, don't forget
this."
   My sister hopped off me and stuck her tongue out at the trio.  "Very
funny, ladies."
   While I finished undoing the latches to my harness, I noticed Ashley
fumbling with hers.  I approached her from behind to assist with it.
   The harness had three main straps: a belt that went around the waist and
two more that tied around each thigh.  Ashley had no trouble with the belt,
but the latch for the thigh straps were behind the legs.  Normally the
people running the attraction should have been on hand to help with this
stuff, but with three sides of the mountain to scale and four paying
customers on each side, the two workers had their work cut out for them.
   "Are you having fun so far?" Ashley whispered to me.
   I placed my hands on her left thigh and took my time undoing the strap.
"This evening is turning out to be a lot better than I expected.  Thanks
for inviting me.  I hope I'm not spoiling any traditions you and your
friends might have when you go out together."
   "You're not.  The girls and I really want you to hang out with us."
   I undid the first strap and moved to the other.  Again I took my time,
but also allowed my hands roam her thighs and cop a feel of her buttocks.
"Why would your friends want me to tag along?"
   "They're comfortable around you."
   "What do you mean by that?"
   "They're the ones I told you about who thought we'd make a cute couple
until I told them who you really were.  They're the ones who thought I was
lucky to have a brother like you."
   I pulled the last strap apart.  "So they're comfortable with me because
you are?"
   "You can say it's something that.  Come on, let's get going.  I can go
for a drink right about now." Ashley gave me a small peck on the cheek, and
then walked past while shouting, "Hey Lilly, give me back my sandal."
   * * *
   Some ten minutes after our successful rock-climbing session, we found
ourselves sitting on a pair of wooden benches near a dolphin statue
fountain.  The girls sat together on one bench; I sat with four shopping
bags on the second.  The benches' backrests were against each other but
faced opposite directions.
   "How much more time do we have until the movie starts?" I asked over my
left shoulder.
   Ashley replied, "We have an hour left."
   Lillian spoke over my other shoulder.  "Don't tell me you're in a hurry
to get the date over with.  Aren't you having fun with us?"
   "I'm having a ton of fun," and I really meant it, "but I figured instead
of sitting down and drinking smoothies, you'd all want to go to another
store or something."
   "Is there anywhere in particular you want to go?" she asked.
   "No, not really.  I guess I can sit around for a while longer." Taking a
sip of my protein-packed health drink, I stretched my legs out and reveled
in the company of four exquisite women.
   "Hey Bry," I heard my sister beckon, "come with me."
   I turned my head and saw her walking around the benches to me.  "What's
up, sis?"
   She grabbed my right hand in both of hers and pulled me to my feet. 
"This will only take a few minutes.  You three wait here," she said to her
friends.  They exchanged confused looks to each other as Ashley dragged me
to a nearby electronic photo booth.  She shoved me through the curtains and
into the dark room.
   I was further shoved down onto the plastic seat.  I watched dumbfounded
as Ashley straddled my left knee and stuck her hands into my side pockets.
   "Um, what are you doing, sis?"
   She roughly pulled her hands out with my leather wallet and skimmed
through its translucent sleeves of plastic cards.  When she reached the
last one, she snapped my wallet shut and grumbled, "You really don't have a
picture of me in your wallet."
   I immediately understood her intention.  "I wasn't kidding when I said I
didn't a few days ago.  If I had some pocket-sized photos of you, I would
happily keep one or two in my wallet.  But all the photos at home are
either priceless or group shots and completely off-limits."
   "Well, we'll fix that problem right now." Ashley opened my wallet again
and took out some single dollar bills.  She inserted them into the machine
and hurriedly tapped the buttons on the touch screen.  The menu jumped from
one set of options to the next in the bat of an eye until she sat next to
me and pressed our cheeks together.  "Okay, put on your best smiley face,
Tiger."
   Everything happened so quickly I just stared stupidly at the camera. 
When the booth lit up in a flash, the image of my sister's smile and my
stunned face popped up on the screen.
   "Bry, smile for me.  Did you forget how?"
   "Hold on, my brain needs a few seconds to catch up to what we're doing.
Can I have my wallet back?"
   She placed it in my pocket for me.  Just as we turned to the screen, the
booth lit up and a new snapshot appeared, one that neither of us were
prepared for.  "It's on a timer," Ashley explained.  "There's also a button
to take pictures manually."
   I reached around her shoulder and cradled her against me.  "No prob, I
think my brain's caught up now." With our cheeks together, we smiled for
the camera as it took a happy picture for us.
   "Aww, that's a cute one," she said.
   "Heck yeah, you are one pretty lady."
   Ashley hopped onto my left leg again and leaned back against my
shoulder. "Ready for the next one?"
   I grabbed her waist and scooted her up my thigh.  "Go for it."
   For the next two minutes, my sister and I laughed and shuffled around in
our seats as we posed for the camera.  Most of the pictures were tame, even
by sibling standards.  There was a photo of us crossing our arms with our
backs against each other, some with us doing silly vogue hand signs, and
then a couple more of Ashley giving me a kiss on the cheek, with the cherry
red lipstick marks to prove it.  The final picture, however, was one I
could never let anyone else see.
   Before the last flash went off, and after Ashley had wiped the lipstick
off me, my cheeks were held firmly between her hands.  She turned me to
her, staring sharply.  Her tongue flirtatiously licked her lips.  A hint of
mischief twinkled in her eyes.  She smiled, and before I could ask what she
was up to, she pulled our faces together, swamping my mouth with her plush
lips.  She held my head still as her ravenous tongue snaked in.
   My eyes, the size of saucers, could only see stars.  Maybe it was from
the bright flash of the camera, maybe it was because of the fireworks
exploding from our kiss.  Even as the machine ejected our photos, Ashley
maintained our embrace.  I surrendered to her tasteful lips and swirled my
tongue around hers.  But just as I was beginning to enjoy the warm
sensation, something banged against the side of the booth.  Ashley and I
separated before the curtain opened.
   Natalia, Lillian, and Alyson stood outside.  "Hey, you two, what's up?"
"Having fun in here?" "I can't believe what I'm seeing."
   Ashley quickly grabbed the sheet and folded it at the creases.  "Hey
girls, ready to get going-"
   "What can't you believe you're seeing?" I nervously asked.
   The trio looked at each other and then to me.  Alyson grinned.  "That
you two are taking pictures without us."
   The curtain opened wider and they marched in one by one.  The booth was
big enough to fit two people comfortably on the seat, three if they bunched
up.  And as slim as the girls may be, five people was going overboard.
   I squeezed through the orgy of female skin, boobs, butts, and perfumes.
"Maybe I should get out of here," I said, stumbling away to much chagrin
from the girls.  I slumped against the exterior of the booth.
   Damn, that was a close one.  Thank goodness they had the courtesy to
knock before barging in.  I did find it a little odd they would give us a
warning since it seemed as if they wanted to surprise us.  Was it possible
they suspected my sister and I were up to something and were giving us a
chance to cover up?  Or did they really just want to come in for some
pictures?
   Ashley and her friends stayed in the booth for a long five minutes. 
Even with the automatic timer going off, they had to have gone through at
least two sets of pictures.  I could see the curtain ruffling as they
giggled and frolicked in the tiny room.
   Lillian stuck her head out some time later.  "Hey Bry, come in here and
take this last picture with us." She stepped out while I stepped in.
   There was a gap in the middle of the seat between Ashley and Alyson;
Natalia stood outside the opposite curtain.  I felt manicured hands on my
arms and shoulders as I was dragged onto the seat.
   "Show off your pearly whites," Ashley cheerfully said, pressing her
cheek to my left.
   Alyson did the same to my other, and I found myself sandwiched between
two blonde beauties.  Remaining outside the booth, Lillian and Natalia
poked their heads in and pressed their cheeks with the other girls until we
were a row of smiling faces.  We managed to get into position just in time
for the flash to go off.
   All four of them clamored to get their hands on the photo sheet.  "Hey,
let me see it." "Oooh, can I keep that picture?" "I can make copies of them
if you all want." "That's an awesome idea.  Okay, you take 'em." Ashley
folded and stored the pictures in her purse as we left.
   * * *
   "Now where to?" I asked the ladies.
   "Right here," Natalia presented, holding her arms out like a dark-haired
Vanna White.  "The Power House Entertainment Center."
   Entertainment center was just a fancier way of saying arcade, though
this one was higher-tech than your typical kid's corner.  Dozens of
interactive video game cabinets, midway games, and a laser tag maze were
crammed into a two-floor blitzkrieg of neon lights, explosions, and raving
club music.
   I followed the girls as they headed to the loudest area of the arcade
which consisted of the rhythm and music games.  Alyson and Natalia both
approached the strangely empty metal pad of a dancing game while the other
girls and I watched.
   No warm up was needed for the dancers as they jumped right into the
hardest songs.  As I watched their hair flail around and Alyson's skirt
almost bounce high enough to reveal her pink thong--oops, I guess it did
bounce high enough--Ashley divulged to me that it was because of Natalia
they had all gotten hooked on the game.  I merely nodded and pretended to
listen as I pleaded for another glimpse of underwear.
   After the first two songs ended, the girls swapped out, allowing Lilly
and my sister to take to the stage.  They, too, needed no warm up and
stepped to the beat in rhythmic precision.  Though I had no chance of
catching panty shots through their jeans, I did get a nice eyeful of tight,
round butts.  The two girls eventually got so far ahead of the score, they
did a few freestyle spins and even switched sides during their routine. 
When it was over, the five of us split up to play other games.
   "Hey Tiger, come here and try this one out," Ashley shouted to me.
   I hung up the machine gun I was blasting aliens away with.  My arms were
still shaking from the constant recoil of the gun when I came up to her. 
"What game is this?  'Beat-mania?'"
   "It's a deejay game.  Instead of using feet, you use fingers to tap
these keys and spin this disc.  You should be pretty good at it since you
spend so much time on the keyboard."
   "Hmm, okay.  I'll give it a shot.  What are you going to play?"
   "This baby right here." My sister slung a life-sized guitar over her
shoulder from the game cabinet to my right.  "I always wanted to be a rock
star."
   There was something wildly sexy about her handling a big, albeit fake,
hunk of metal (it was actually plastic).  The guitar itself looked a little
silly with its rainbow colors and buttons, but the dark atmosphere of the
arcade and the bluish hue shining off her bare shoulders gave her a
mysterious, larger-than-life appearance.  "You look pretty damn hot with
that, Ash.  I'd definitely go to a concert of yours just to check you out."
   "Maybe the other girls and I should start a band."
   "Oh yeah?  What instruments can you four play?"
   "Well, I can learn to play the guitar, Aly can be lead vocalist, Natty
can rock out on drums, and Lilly can handle bass."
   "Sounds like a plan to me.  Maybe I can be the manager."
   She scoffed at the idea.  "Like we'd let you manage the millions we'd
rake in."
   I laughed it off as my game loaded up.  While we learned the ropes to
our respective games, Natalia magically appeared beside me at the second
set of piano keys.  She stood between my sister and me.  "Hey Ashy, hey
Bry, mind if I join you?"
   "Hey, Natalia," I greeted.  "I don't mind at all.  Go ahead and jump
in."
   She swiped her gaming card into the machine.  "Do you mind if I also ask
you something?"
   Oh man, please don't let it be a personal question.  "Um, sure.  Ask
away."
   "Ashy tells me you're really good with computers.  Did you really build
yours from spare parts?"
   Phew, that was one question I had no problem answering.  "Yeah, I did.
Ordered the hardware online and put it together myself." For some reason I
was exceptionally proud of that fact.
   She picked the first song for us to play.  "Wow, that is so cool.  I'm
thinking of building a new computer from scratch too.  Problem is, I don't
know how to check which parts will be compatible with each other.  I'm also
worried I'll mess up putting things together since I haven't always gotten
along with pliers and screwdrivers.  But maybe you can come over to my
house some time and help me design one.  With Ashy's permission, of
course."
   "Hey, my brother's a big boy," Ashley quipped.  "He doesn't need my
blessings to do big boy things."
   "I'll take that as a yes," Natalia giggled.  "Is that also a yes for
you, Bry?"
   It amazed me how Natalia could be so good at the game while conversing
with two people.  "Yeah, sure.  I'll be glad to help you build one." I
barely managed to pass the song we were playing; she didn't miss a single
key.
   The next songs we played were repeat performances.  Natalia aced them
while reminiscing some high school memories with my sister.  When the final
song ended, Natalia picked up her belongings.  "I'm going to check up on
Aly and Lilly.  Knowing them they probably ran out to flirt with some boys.
I'll see you two in a bit."
   As she left, I turned to Ashley.  She had a Cheshire grin on her face. I
was almost afraid to ask why.  "What's with the smug look?"
   She put her guitar away.  It took her three buoyant steps toward me to
have her breasts squashed against my chest and her arms around my waist. 
"That's something I don't see very often."
   I had no clue what she was referring to.  "Did I do something wrong?"
   Her fingers traced my spine, riddling my skin with goosebumps.  "No,
nothing like that.  It usually takes days for Natty to be comfortable
enough to talk to a guy.  It's fascinating how she opened up to you so
easily, especially after what happened earlier."
   Settling my hands on her shoulders, I caressed the inch of skin that had
been tarnished by the guitar strap.  "Didn't you say your friends are
comfortable with me because you are?  I'm sure it's only because I'm your
brother."
   "The other two girls, yes, but not her.  I mean, she sort of has a crush
on you for a while now, but she's not really the aggressor type.  I didn't
think she would be the first to make a move."
   I couldn't believe what I just heard.  It sounded so foreign to my ears.
It didn't seem conceivable that some other girl, my sister's friend, could
have felt that way about me, and that the same sister, the girl I loved
more than anything, was the one telling me about it.
   This had to be some kind of trick.  There was that same twinkle in
Ashley's eye that appeared during dinner and the photo booth incident.  The
twinkle that forewarned her mischievous intentions.  Yup, it had to be a
trick.  If only I knew why.  "You're not getting any weird thoughts, are
you, sis?"
   "Weird thoughts?  Not really.  Dirty thoughts on the other hand..." She
heightened onto her toes and met my lips with hers.  "Plenty of those."
   How easy was it for her to take my mind off the world.  Her lips,
gentler than rose petals, parted open.  They moved under the press of my
mouth.  My tongue ran along the edges of her lips.  Her tongue, animated
and sensuous, played with mine.  Sweet, candied, her taste ever more
intoxicating.  The world I had deserted spun out of control.  Light shed to
darkness.  My sight abandoned me.  But there was still Ashley and her lips,
never forceful, only compliant and accepting of my desire for her.
   My eyes opened.  Light returned.  Our union ceased, a breeze coming
between us.  Ashley exhaled onto me, my lips warmed by her ardor.  Her
eyelids were concealing her hazel chestnuts in the snow.  Our hands had
interchanged.  Her waist, tiny even in my meager grasp, burned the tips of
my fingers.  My shoulders, lenient, relieved under her touch.  I kissed her
left eye.  She awakened.
   No words were necessary.  Our smiles said it all.  It was the most
spectacular thing I had ever experienced.  I prayed it was the same for
her.
   A voice yelled our names.  I tuned it out, holding my sister tighter. 
The yell repeated, louder.  I felt lips on my neck.  They opened, closed,
soundlessly telling me it was okay to let go.  I nodded.  My hands fell
from within my baby's shirt, her hands from my shoulder.  I turned around
as Natalia's head poked around a far row of game cabinets.  "Hey Ashy, Bry,
hurry over here.  Show time in thirty minutes."
   With each wobbled step I took, I remembered a small detail of where I
was.  Another girl, three of them to be exact, show time, thirty minutes. I
was with my sister's friends, here to see a movie, and an eternity was in
the way of my being alone with Ashley.
   Our dark-haired escort, unaware of had transpired, guided us to a set of
four futuristic racing cars the size of bumper cars, each one facing a
jumbo screen.  Alyson and Lillian sat in the two cars furthest from us. 
Natalia hopped into a third.
   Ashley stood beside the fourth.  Blithe and relaxed, she was unshaken in
her demeanor.  "Bry, take a seat and play this with me.  You can work the
gas pedals and gears while I steer."
   I dragged myself back to reality, back to where Ashley was.  "Are you
sure?  There doesn't seem to be a lot of room in there."
   "Just jump in.  I'll make us fit if I have to." I warily climbed into
the miniature car.  "Open your legs for me." She sat down in the gap where
my legs were spread.  Her butt brushed my groin, her back against my chest,
her hair covering most of my view.  "Comfy?"
   The car was small and cramped, the backrest hard, the seat sticky.  My
legs had no room to breathe, my arms no room to move.  I was trapped
beneath her slender frame.
   It was the most comfortable I had been all night.  "Yeah, very comfy."
   She shouted to her friends.  "Okay, Bry and I are ready.  Get ready to
eat our dust."
   The race began with an explosive start.  One of the girls used a rocket
boost to gain an early lead.  Ashley used a boost of our own and fired a
missile at the lead car to take pole position.
   "Whoa, nice shot, sis."
   "Bry, go faster.  I can handle these sharp turns without wiping out."
   I slammed my foot onto gas pedal.  As the virtual car sped up, Ashley's
butt vibrated against my crotch.  The car wasn't just for show; it immersed
the player by rocking to whatever happened on-screen.
   The car shook violently when a series of missiles hit us from behind. 
"Woo-hoo, take that, Ashy-girl," Alyson hollered.
   "Oooh, she is in trouble now," Ashley steamed.  "Bry, slide down the
seat.  I need more room to sit." She rose up so I could slouch down, then
lowered herself onto my lap.  "Go, go, go, don't take your foot off the
pedal."
   "What?  Oh, right," I muttered, regaining my senses.
   The car rumbled as we tried to catch up to the rest of the pack that had
passed us.  Ashley bounced side to side over my lap while she handled turns
at breakneck speeds.  I assisted her in aiming a volley of missiles at our
competitors.  The race got very heated by the second lap.  It was anyone's
game, all of us exchanging leads at a moment's whim.
   "Hold me steady, Bry.  I'm sliding too much to get a good shot at the
other cars."
   I wrapped my left arm around her.  Our car shook again as we got
bombarded, but Ashley didn't budge from my lap.
   With my nose inches from the bare skin on her upper back, I could smell
faint traces of her intimate perfume.  Most of the fragrance had diffused
since the evening started, but there was still enough for me to luxuriate
in.  As our seat jerked here and there, her ponytail swished and tickled my
nose.
   "Oh my gosh, did you see that?" she blurted.  "I just took out two cars
in one shot.  We're way in the lead now."
   I couldn't see anything but her supple skin.  "Yeah, I saw that.  How
many more laps to go?"
   "One more lap.  Keep going, Bry.  Nothing can stop us now if we keep
this up."
   The bump and tumbling persisted for another minute.  The other girls
were able to hit us with stray blasts but were too far behind to capitalize
on our momentary weakness to steal first place.  We blazed past the finish
line and threw our hands up in victory.
   "Oh yeah, take that," Ashley taunted to her friends.  She hugged my head
into the side of her breast.  "Didn't I say you slowpokes would be eating
our dust?"
   "You got sooo lucky you took me and Lilly out during that last lap,"
Natalia said.  "If we hadn't been busy shooting at each other, I would've
won so easily."
   "Ha, let's have a rematch."
   Lillian climbed out of her car.  "Save your pissing contest some other
time.  The movie is going to start in twenty minutes."
   Ashley waited for the rest of her friends to leave before whispering to
me, "You might want to fix that problem in your pants before you stand up."
She gently patted my erection on the way down from the machine.
   The foursome were waiting outside of the arcade for me when I came
running.
   "Did you forget something in there?" Aly asked.
   "Yeah, dropped my keys in the car," I lied.  In actuality had followed
my sister's advice to take a breather and relax my nerves.  "But I found
them."
   Aly led the way to theater with Nat and Lilly in tow.  I trailed behind
with Ashley clinging to my right arm.
   "Sis, maybe you shouldn't be so close."
   "You didn't complain earlier when I did this.  Besides, they each held
onto you too.  We're very touchy-feely girls."
   Around us the row of stores quieted and darkened.  Shoppers followed in
our direction, the night coming to an end for many.  But not for me.  My
night had yet to begin.
   "Who are the slowpokes now," Lillian barked, standing far ahead of us.
"Hurry up, you two lovebirds."
   Ash and I jogged up to her at the mall's exit.  A massive line at the
ticket counter caught my attention.
   "Natalia, you mentioned the four of you already have your tickets,
right?" I asked.
   "Yeah, I did.  We printed them off the web."
   "That's cool and all but...  I don't have a ticket yet."
   "Are you insisting we buy you one?"
   "No, heck no, that's not what I meant.  It's just that, the line looks
really long and with the movie starting soon, I don't want to keep you all
waiting so-"
   "Brian, take a deep breath and calm down," Lilly said.  "Ashy has you
covered.  She has a fifth ticket for you."
   My cheeks burned red at their giggles.  "Thanks."
   "You're welcome.  You're free to carry our bags for us if it makes you
feel any manlier."
   Without any hesitation the girls walked by me one by one and tossed me
their bags, purses, and some witty comments.  "You're such a stud." "Look
at those muscles." "I wish I had a boyfriend like you." "Always the perfect
gentleman." Sarcasm laced every word, but I was enjoying their company too
much to care.
   Ashley handed the tickets over to the receptionist and we headed to the
concession stand.  "Mmm, get those sour gummy bears and chocolate raisins."
"Don't forget the black licorice." "Eww, you know I hate those.  Get the
red ones." "Lots of butter on the popcorn, please." "Oh, can I get two
pretzels too?  Both cinnamon.  Wait, both salt.  Wait, wait, one cinnamon,
one salt."
   The acne-plagued teenager behind the counter had his work cut out for
him.  He scrambled back and forth in a vain attempt to keep up with the
orders of four hungry women.
   "Aren't you ladies stuffed from dinner and dessert?"
   "That was two hours ago," Natalia said.  "There's always room for more
sweets."
   Ashley asked, "Don't you want anything, brother?"
   "I would if I wasn't busy carrying fifty bags."
   "Aww, is it too heavy?" Alyson razzed.
   "Nope, not all." Their luggage was light, but because they insisted on
keeping their belongings in separate over-sized bags, it looked as if I was
hauling a lot more.  "Actually, I can go for a hotdog right about now, but
I'll need someone to hold it for me."
   After we ordered every type of junk food on the menu, we made haste to
our showroom.  Along the way Natalia raised an orange plastic cup to my
mouth.  "Are you thirsty, Brian?  Have a sip."
   "Thanks, Nat." I bowed to my right and drank from the straw.
   "My pleasure." When I backed away, she placed the straw between her
lips, not bothering to wipe it dry.  She sipped on her Pepsi.
   "Open wide," Alyson said from my left.
   I turned my head and bumped into the hotdog she was holding close to my
face.  I chomped down on it, ignoring the sauce that had gotten on me. 
"Mmm, that's pretty good.  Thanks, Aly."
   "What are best friends for."
   "You have some ketchup on your cheek." Lillian took a napkin out of her
coat pocket and weighed down my left shoulder, her face daringly close to
mine.  With a wipe across my cheek and lips, she cleaned the ketchup off of
me.
   "Thanks, Lilly."
   "You're welcome, Bry."
   Three cute girls pampering me with food and favors.  It was a fantasy
millions of guys would have loved to find themselves in.  And I was living
it, a sublime dream that had manifested into realism.  A week ago I would
have been sweating out of every pore, stumbling on every syllable.  Now I
was calm and collected.  Yet also unfulfilled.  Their friendliness, though
greatly appreciated, left me wanting more.  It wasn't the same with these
girls.  It wasn't the same laugh, the same smile, the same affection in
their eyes.  It didn't come from the angel ten steps ahead of me,
pretending not to care what was happening behind her.
   I excused myself from the trio.  Paper bags crinkling, silver trinkets
jingling, I chased after my sister.  She stopped in her tracks, and I
stopped next to her.  We walked into the dim theater room together, her
belongings back in her possession.
   In the three hours I had spent thus far with the girls, I had somehow
forgotten to ask what we were going to watch.  We ended up watching an
action movie, which shattered my belief girls only willingly watched
romances or comedies.  However, every time the main star came on screen,
his shirt shredded and sculpted muscles bulging, they would sigh, swoon,
and faint in their seats.  Except Ashley.  And when the buxom damsel in
distress, scantily clad and artificial in beauty, nearly popped out of her
torn blouse, wolf whistles would erupt from every male in the stands. 
Except me.
   The starlet was more than any guy could ask for in a woman.  Shapely,
curvy, a great fashion sense for bras capable of withstanding gunfire.  She
could even throw a punch or two if she had to.  But nothing about her bust
size or seductive tone appealed to me.  I was spoiled, I suppose, having
someone infinitely more gorgeous at my side, eating popcorn from a bucket
on my lap.
   You would think the movies, one of the classic locations for public
displays of affection, would lend itself to a wild, voyeuristic,
don't-tell-my-friends romp in the backseats.  Alas, nothing of the sort
happened between my sister and me.  After all, her friends were right there
with us, witnesses to any racy behavior that may have occurred.
   I emptied my box of Hot Tamales.  In one mouthful I devoured the rest of
the spicy, cinnamon candy.  My hand bumped into Ashley's when I reached for
our soda.  She smiled at me as she took a sip from it.
   The movie ended with the bad guy blown to pieces in his getaway
helicopter.  Our group waited for the attendees to evacuate before leaving
our seats.  We trekked to the mall's front plaza for a final round of
quality time together.
   * * *
   "Jesus, that has to be a two-hundred feet drop." "Two-hundred and
fifty-two, to be exact." "Oh my gosh, I love that ride." "Me too!  I rode
it six times in a row the last time I went there." "Aww, that picture is a
cute one.  Nicole looks so much older now." "Yeah, totally.  She needs to
start shopping with us soon."
   Under the protection of two palm trees, Ashley shared with her friends
photos of our day at Six Flags.  The photos actually belonged to Nikky,
since it was her digital camera we used (yes, the twelve year-old has a
fully functional digital camera), but she allowed Ashley to borrow them for
the night.  Ashley's friends had photos of their own to share from their
vacations, but for some reason they found Ashley's to be the most
interesting.  I couldn't really tell why from where I stood.  The bench
they sat on was large enough only for the four of them, so I kept myself
preoccupied at the water fountain in the middle of the plaza.
   The fountain was a dancing water show.  In a circle forty feet in
diameter were dozens of holes in the ground that shot up jets of water at
varying heights in a synchronized manner.  The show would astound shoppers
with its dazzling patterns and colors, courtesy of spotlights surrounding
the fountain.  The attraction was popular with the younger crowd, and
though it was close to midnight, there were still a few children playing in
the water.
   "Big brother, can I ask you for another favor?"
   I turned my ear to the delightful voice.  Before my eyes could catch
sight of Ashley, her arms were around my midriff.
   It took all of my willpower to keep my hands to myself.  Behind my
sister were her friends, watching us with suspicious smiles.  "Um, what can
I do for you, sis?"
   "The girls don't believe me when I tell them I'm ready to take my
driver's test."
   "Do you want me to tell them how good you really are?"
   Her fingers massaged my back.  "No, not tell them.  I want to show
them."
   "Oh, I get it.  You want me to let you drive us home."
   Her fingers drifted lower.  "Yup, exactly.  So can I?"
   "I don't know...  it's really late and you shouldn't be driving in the
dark."
   Metal chimed behind me.  "Well, it's either I drive us home..." She
stepped backward.  "...or no one does."
   Oh man, I couldn't believe I fell for it.  I padded my pockets, hoping
the key ring hanging off her pinky finger wasn't really mine, and the
dinosaur key chain on it was just a shoddy imitation of the one I had since
I was eight.  I felt my wallet: check.  Cell phone: check.  Dirty, crumpled
up napkin: check.  Keys...  no check.  I was foolish to think otherwise. 
Her pickpocketing skills had been used on me once before to nab the very
same item.  Before I could make any attempt to get my keys back, Ashley
dashed past me toward the water fountain.
   "Ash, what the heck are you doing?" I shouted.
   She ran across the circle, water jets hot on her heels.  They erupted as
she passed over each row.  It was something right out of an action movie,
the heroine making it to safety before she could be consumed by a dangerous
flood.  Ashley stood dry on the other side.  She flapped her arms and
kicked her feet in a quirky little dance.  Her laughter could be heard by
the five people remaining in the plaza.
   "If you want your keys back, you better come and get it."
   I took one step into the circle.  The outermost water jet erupted.  I
jumped away, the tip of my shoe dripping wet.  "Ash, come on, don't be like
that.  I'll let you show off your driving skills to your friends some other
time."
   "Like in five minutes?"
   I tried to memorize the water patterns.  "Tomorrow, Sunday, next week.
Just not tonight.  It says on your permit you're not allowed to drive past
midnight."
   "It isn't midnight yet."
   "It will be by the time we get to my car."
   Memorizing the patterns was futile; there was no order to their design.
I surmised I had to take the long way around the circle.  I ran clockwise,
but Ashley did the same.  I sped up my pace, but Ashley did the same.  I
switched directions, but Ashley did the same.  A wall of water was
constantly between us.
   Jeez, she could sure run fast in sandals.
   I glanced at her friends.  They continued to watch us and chat amongst
themselves, their grins never leaving their faces.  Three hands waved at
me.
   I took a deep breath.  New plan.  The only way I could catch my sister
was to run right through the fountain and cut her off.  It was only water
separating us.  No one ever got hurt from too much water.  I just had to
wait for the exact moment the jets subsided and go for it.  I waited five,
ten, thirty seconds.  Ashley tapped her feet.  Her mouth opened in a yawn.
   Maybe I could simply wait until she got bored of our little game.  Even
she had to have had a limit on patience.  I glanced at her friends again.
None of them appeared to be in any hurry to head home.  They were still
chatting, still laughing, still having a jolly time together.  Ashley must
not have really been in a hurry either.  Her gestures had been for show.  A
taunt, a dare.
   All I had to do was run across.  That was the only thing I needed to do
to win this game.  It didn't matter whether I was fast enough or not to
catch her.  She would let me.  All I had to do was run across.
   I put my left foot in front of my right.  I bent my knees, clenched my
fists.  I watched the jets cease one by one.  This was it.  It was time to
make my move.
   The final water column in front of me subsided.  I kicked off, sprinting
as fast as I could toward my sister.  I blazed past a row of geysers.  Then
another, and another.  The possibility of making it through untouched
spurred me to run faster.
   I passed the halfway mark.  The fountain was quiet, void.  Not a single
jet of water was anywhere around me.  Luck was on my side.  I smiled at
Ashley only ten feet away.
   Unfortunately, luck had the poor quality of running out at the worst
possible time.  As if the god Poseidon himself was pitted against me, the
earth trembled under my feet.  A sound more terrifying than thunder
reverberated in my ears.  Water erupted everywhere.  It blocked my view of
Ashley, lifted me off the ground.  My legs flew high above my head.  I
blacked out on impact.
   I could barely hear Ashley shouting my name.  Her face, inches from
mine, slowly came into view as my eyes opened.  She held my hand tightly to
her chest, her heart racing.  "Bry, are you okay?  Oh god, I am so sorry
for making you do this.  I didn't mean for you to get hurt.  It was such a
stupid idea.  I was just trying to-"
   "Sis..." The ringing inside my head faded away.  The pain in my back
vanished.  I looked around.  The fountain was still active.
   Ashley helped me to my feet.  I stumbled backward a few steps, but she
held on, squeezing my hand tighter.  Water continued to spew around us in a
spiral.  I calmly opened my palm.  She returned my keys.  There was no
objection when I hugged her against my wet clothes.  I absorbed her warmth.
Victory was mine.  "Babe, I got you now."
   Her eyes were lost.  "Huh?  What are you-"
   I picked up her light body and ran.  Ran toward the middle of the
fountain as the ground quaked beneath me.  In a glorious instant water
spouted from every hole, soaking us from head to toe.
   "Oh my god, what are you doing?" Ashley shrieked.  "We're both going to
get wet."
   "We're already wet, so we might as well have some fun while we're here."
I carried her in small circles, making sure not a single inch of our bodies
was left dry.
   Her squeals soon turned into laughter.  I lowered my hands and lifted
her higher.  My fingers dug into her jeans.  She cradled my head and
wrapped her legs around me.  Her fingers skimmed through my matted hair.  I
laughed loudly with her.
   The wall of water that had once kept us apart now imprisoned us in our
own private world.  Nothing could have gotten in, nothing could have gotten
out.  It was only Ashley and me in each other's embrace.  It was only our
rejoicing that could be heard, our smiles that could be seen, our bodies
that could be felt.
   At the snap of a finger, our enclosure disappeared.  Commands were
shouted to me.
   "Hey, let your sister go!" "Put our Ashy-girl down!"
   Ashley and I turned around.  Natalia and Lillian were running full speed
at us through the fountain.  Water randomly shot up between them and us,
but the two girls didn't slow down one bit.
   I let go of my sister and braced myself.  Natalia pounced onto my back
and Lillian tackled me from the side.  Ashley refused to be left out and
tackled me from the other.  I tried to balance myself but it wasn't easy
with three wet women clinging onto me.
   Alyson yelled from the fountain's edge.  "Guys, come on.  Get out of
there.  You guys are making fools of yourselves."
   The four of us ignored her plea as we pranced in the water.  Alyson had
been excluded from our activities already, and she wasn't going to let it
happen again.  With a grunt and a pout, sans heels and jacket, she rushed
headlong toward us.
   My sides ached from being tickled nonstop.  Their wild movements had me
on the verge of toppling over.  When Natalia slid off my back and the
larger Aly jumped on, I lost my balance and fell to the floor.
   But softer this time.  The girls managed to free themselves before I
could drag them with me.  They kneeled around my splayed body in a diamond.
Ashley and Alyson were at my sides, Natalia at my head, and Lillian at my
legs.  The two blondes grabbed my hands and helped me stand up.
   The clock overlooking the plaza tolled its bells.  The water and
spotlights turned off and only the lampposts remained lit.  The girls went
to collect their bags under the glow of midnight.  Lillian passed out
tissues so they could wipe away the purple tears streaking down their
cheeks.  "Never thought I'd be glad to spend extra on waterproof mascara,"
she joked.  "Though this stuff isn't as waterproof as my magazines have
advertised."
   Their drenched clothing adhered to their youthful bodies.  The outline
of their breasts, high and firm yet no more than a handful, were evident.
Though they were dressed, their wet tops exposed more than their bikinis
had.
   I turned away and headed to the parking lot.  "I'll get my car and drive
up to the curb," I told them.  "Wait here for me." They each said thanks.
   I couldn't let them follow me.  Not in the state I was in, anyway.  My
jeans, heavy from the cold water it had soaked, was unable to keep my
erection down.
   The foursome were anxiously awaiting me when I pulled up to them. 
Ashley hopped into the front seat and the other three in the back.
   "Oh wow," Natalia said, "thank you so much for the towels."
   A few terrycloth towels were laid out in the backseat for them.  I had
stored the towels in my trunk for emergency clean ups, and I figured
helping the girls stay dry so they wouldn't wet my car counted as an
emergency.  The towels weren't big enough to cover their bodies with, but
they were big enough to cover their shoulders.
   The friends made small chat on the drive home.  For a while they talked
only between themselves.  Then they started to include me.  Asking me if I
was busy next week, asking me if I liked to play volleyball, asking me if I
wanted to play with them on Thursday.  I refused in the kindest way
possible.  Though I had a great evening, I wasn't sure if I was ready to
make this a weekly routine.
   "The invitation is always open," Alyson said.  She exited my car with
Natalia at their house, my towels still around their shoulders.  After we
exchanged good-byes, I drove off to our next stop.
   Lillian hugged my sister through the passenger window.  "I'll see you
first thing Monday morning for our jog.  You're welcome to tag along, Bry."
We exchanged another round of good-byes before I drove off to our last
stop.
   The remainder of the ride was a silent affair.  Ashley was shivering in
her seat, even with hers and Lillian's towel around her shoulders.  She had
been exposed to the cold water for much longer than her friends, and it
clearly showed.  The water must not have affected her right away when we
were playing in the fountain, but now that she had time to reflect on the
evening, she couldn't ignore it for any longer.
   I stepped on the gas pedal a little harder.  "When we get home, we're
going to get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold."
   She turned up the heater.  "Okay, I'd like that.  I can use some of your
personal attention right about now."
   We arrived home a minute later and wasted no time in hurrying through
the front door.  The house was dark and quiet; our parents and Nicole were
most likely sound asleep by now.  I followed Ashley into the bathroom as
she flipped on the light switch.
   I locked the bathroom door and set aside her bags.  "Let's get you dried
up, sis.  You're starting to scare me with how much you're shivering.  "
   Ashley unbuckled her belt and tugged the zipper to her jeans.  She tried
wiggling the denim down her hips, but the water made it cling to her skin
as if it had been glued on.  Kneeling in front of her, I pinched the
waistline to her pants and gave it a hard pull.  Her pants barely budged.
   "Harder, Tiger.  Side to side."
   I stood up and slipped my thumbs into her jeans.  Ashley took a deep
breath to squeeze in her slim figure--if it was even possible for her to
get any slimmer.  I pushed one side at a time, scooching her jeans down her
hips and thighs in a see-saw motion to her knees.  Gravity pulled them to
her ankles.
   The thin black straps of her panties hung in two diagonals above her
hips.  They stretched against my thumbs as I lowered them.  I dropped to my
knees and helped her step out of her sandals, jeans, and underwear.  My
eyes wandered from her red painted toenails to her toned legs.  I traced
them to her moist pussy less than a foot away.
   The familiar scent of an excited woman tinged my nose.  I wetted my lips
and moved closer.  A pair of fingers in an upside down "v" spread her folds
apart, revealing the dark hole leading to her womb.  I looked up past my
sister's breasts.  She was smiling down at me, her right hand squeezing her
naked right tit.
   "Go on," she whispered.  "Lick my pussy."
   That was all I needed to hear.  I dipped my tongue into her hot sex.  A
gasp emerged from her lips.  Ashley rose onto her toes, her pussy inching
higher.  I chased it, tasting her deeper.  My head was shoved from behind
and my nose brushed against her clit.  Her juices leaked over my chin.
   I planted my hands on each of her butt cheeks.  I squeezed, causing her
flesh to overflow between my fingers.  Ashley leaned back against the
bathroom counter.  My tongue thrashed within her slick walls.  Her
breathing intensified.  I kneaded her ass.  She bucked her hips.  I savored
her sweet flavor.  She moaned in pure ecstasy.
   "Oh fuck, that feels so good.  Deeper, Tiger, lick deeper." Her fingers
slid from her pussy lips to her clit.  She rubbed furiously, her nails
scratching the tip of my nose.  "Squeeze my ass.  Make it sting.  Be rough
with it."
   I bore my fingers into her flesh.  I squeezed, loosened, squeezed again.
I alternated from one ass cheek to the other.  Her pussy contracted around
my tongue.  Her skin turned pink, the color coursing through her system. 
The heat emanating from her body scorched my hands.
   "Fuck yes, eat my cunt.  I'm so damn hot for you.  I need to cum bad,
Tiger.  Make me cum for you."
   I hoisted her pussy into my face, trapping her labia between my lips. 
Her folds stretched as I pulled back.  My mouth opened, releasing her from
my mouth.  Her folds remained engorged.  I licked in an oval around her
pussy.  Her skin was soft, velvety.  My tongue detoured into her narrow
opening.  Spit drooled out the corners of my mouth.
   Ashley swung her right leg off the ground.  The back of her knee settled
on my left shoulder.  Her pussy opened wider.  "Get in there deep, Tiger.
Fuck, don't stop squeezing my ass.  Harder, rougher.  Hurt me.  Hurt me
just a little."
   I manhandled her with my paws, my fingers biting into her ass.  Her
squeal came out suppressed, her eyes latched shut, her left leg unbuckled.
I stiffened my arms to hold her up.  She released my hair and stopped
abusing her clit.  Her hands went behind her, supporting her quivering body
on the counter.
   My right arm hooked the back of her left knee.  Ashley swung her leg
over my shoulder.  Half of her lay on the counter, half of her on top of
me. "Oh god, keep eating me, keep eating my cunt.  Don't fucking stop. 
Fuck, that's feels so good."
   Her hips humped against me as I waggled my head.  She rode my tongue
like a bronco rider, but instead of shouting "yee-haw," she was crying "eat
me." My head began to ache from my erratic movements, my knees began to
hurt from kneeling on the hard marble floor.  But I had no intention of
moving away until I was finished.  I knew it wouldn't be much longer when I
heard her ragged breaths and incessant cooing.
   "Oooh my god, your tongue feels so good up my cunt.  I can't get enough
of this, Tiger.  Holy fuck, yes.  So close, so close, so...  ahhh, fucking
yes!"
   Her thighs clamped my head still.  Searing liquid gushed from her pussy.
It surged with so much force it splashed into my nose.  I withdrew my
tongue and lifted her ass onto the counter.  Her juices sprayed over my
face.  It bathed my lower jaw and streamed down my neck.  I dangled my
tongue, catching the flow of sweet cum.
   Ashley's head banged against the mirror.  Bathroom supplies crashed into
the sinks beside us.  Her hands struggled to find something stable to hold
onto.  Her body succumbed to wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.
   My lips closed over her clit.  I sucked on it, triggering another brazen
cry from my delirious sister.  She convulsed in one long, continuous
climax. I flicked my tongue over her pearly nub.  The incredible
stimulation cut off her sobbing.  Her mouth stayed open, but no sound came
out.  My hands pushed her knees apart.  I maintained my suction as she
doused my chin with cum.
   When her orgasm slowly subsided, I ran my tongue through her slit once
more before standing up.  I eased her legs down over the counter.  Her
breasts swelled and her hands lay lifeless at her side.  A blurry outline
of her upper body was fogged on the mirror behind her.  She was seriously
that hot.
   I wiped my chin with the back of my hand.  "God damn, babe, you can
really squirt."
   "Look at yourself," she huffed.  "You're soaked in my cum."
   Moving to the side, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.  It looked
as if someone had tossed a bucket of water at me.  My entire neck and mouth
glistened in her juices.
   I stepped in front of my sister with my arms out.  She leaned off the
glass and hugged me around my neck.  I carried her off the counter and
lowered her to her feet.  Her legs were wobbly.  It was impossible for her
to stand without my body to lean on.
   "It almost hurts to hold you, sis.  You're burning up hotter than the
sun."
   "At least I won't be catching a cold," she weakly giggled.
   I fondled the back of her head.  "Are you hurt?  I heard a pretty loud
thump a minute ago."
   "No, I'm not hurt.  How about you?  Does your head still hurt from
earlier?"
   "I'm fine now.  Thanks for asking.  Let's just get you cleaned up so you
can go to bed.  It's all ready way past midnight."
   Ashley placed a finger on my lips.  "You need to get cleaned up too."
   Now able to stand on her own, she grabbed the bottom of my wet t-shirt
and stripped it over my head.  I watched her fingers slowly unbuckle my
belt.  Her left hand traversed my inner thigh, stroking the bulge beneath
my pants, while her right hand had the dull task of undoing my zipper.  She
pushed my pants and boxers down at the same time, revealing my erect cock
to her glazed eyes.  I kicked my legs out of the soggy clump of clothing.
   "Come with me," she whispered.  Her hand wrapped around my girth as she
led me through a glass door to a separate part of the bathroom.  The
section contained only the shower, about seven by five feet, and space
outside it to dry off.  She stepped into the turquoise shower stall first
and twisted three silver knobs in the wall.
   Water cascaded onto her from every angle.  The stall had five
showerheads: one main portable showerhead and one more at each corner.  It
was fancy and probably used more water than was necessary, but Ashley and I
would never be found complaining.
My sister looked over her left shoulder at me.  She beckoned with a
finger, giving a come-hither look.  I closed the door and approached her
from behind.  The moment the first spray of water hit my back, I jumped
right back out the shower.
   "Damn, that's hot."
   Ashley turned to me.  "I thought you like hot showers."
   "I do, but this isn't hot.  It's boiling."
   She smiled softly.  "It'll feel better soon.  Come in and join me."
   As painful as the hot water may have been, I didn't want to keep Ashley
waiting.  I entered the shower a second time and let the sprays wash over
me.  I stood in front of her, face to face, my erect cock the only thing
between us.  Two jets of water splashed off my back, three splashed off
hers.
   After a few seconds of letting me acclimate to the heat, she lightly
touched my biceps.  "Better?"
   "Yeah, much better."
   She caressed my arms as her focus descended.  Her eyes settled on my
cock, pointing at her pussy mere inches away.  "I'll wash you first," she
said, more to my friend than to me.
   Ashley stopped caressing my arms.  She picked up a bottle of body wash
gel and a frilly bath scrub from the shelf embedded in the side wall. 
Squeezing the gel onto the scrub, she let it soak underneath the water
until it bubbled in her hand.
   "Turn around, Bry."
   I twirled on my heels, the two showerheads closest to me now spraying my
face and chest.  I felt a hand on my left shoulder as she applied the scrub
to the nape of my neck.
   My sister lathered my whole backside.  The contact was gentle, delicate,
so much so that I could have fallen asleep right there in the shower.  As
the soap washed down my back, I could feel the bubbles streaming over my
rear.  The tickly sensation made me flex in my muscles.  Ashley washed
lower, the bubbles in closer contact to my anus.
   Her hand came off my left shoulder.  She planted it squarely onto my
butt.  I yelped in surprise.  Looking behind me, I spotted Ashley on her
knees.
   She scrubbed each of my buttocks.  "Don't like your ass being grabbed?"
   "To be honest, I rather do the ass grabbing around here."
   "Then how 'bout I grab something else instead." Ashley moved her left
hand between my legs.  I looked forward just in time to see her fingers
closing around my cock.  She stroked it forward and back.
   "Damn, that feels so good." I lolled my head back and closed my eyes,
enjoying the steamy water running down my body and her hand jerking me off.
   She continued to wash me while working her magic on my cock.  Because
the shaft was so slippery, she had almost no friction on it, and her hand
pumped swiftly and wildly.  The lack of a tight grip kept me from blowing
my load in ten seconds.
   "Tiger, has your cock been hard the entire night?"
   "Just about.  You were driving me crazy.  All I wanted to do was get
away from your friends for even a few minutes so I could have you to
myself."
   "What would you have done if we were alone?"
   "A little bit of what we're doing right now."
   Her chipper voice became low and sultry.  "Have I been a naughty
cocktease?"
   The thought of her being a major league flirt was the furthest thing
from my mind, but I sure did like the sound of it.  "Yes, you were such a
naughty cocktease."
   Her hand squeezed my cock tighter.  "I didn't mean to tease you.  I
swear I wanted to tear your pants down and suck your cock until you cum in
my mouth.  I wanted to taste you so bad.  It's been almost an entire day
since I ate your cum.  You like it when I eat your cum, don't you?"
   All I could imagine was the visceral image of her lips around my cock
while I spurted.  "Oh yes, more than anything."
   "I was so tempted to do it every time we were alone.  Like when were in
that dark picture booth.  I could have opened your fly and sucked you dry
in seconds.  I didn't give a damn if someone caught us.  I just needed to
taste your cum.  I love the feel of it on my tongue.  It's so hot and
sticky...  mmm, I can almost taste it all ready.
   Remember the chocolate cake we had after dinner?  It was good, wasn't
it? Well, it doesn't compare to the dessert you've given me.  Nothing
compares to what you have inside your swollen nuts.  Instead of chocolate
syrup poured all over the cake, I wished it had been your warm, gooey cum.
God, that would have tasted so good.  A mile-high chocolate cake covered in
white cum.  How many loads would it have taken to cover the whole thing?  A
lot of them, I bet.  But if I had a dessert like that, I wouldn't be able
to share it with anyone because I'd want it all to myself.  I can be
selfish sometimes, you know.  When it comes to my man, only I get to eat
his fresh cum."
   "Oh shit," I grunted.  "I'm going to-" Ashley immediately released my
cock before I could erupt in her hand.
   I couldn't believe it--and I still can't believe it to this day.  That
was the first time my sister had denied me the chance the cum.  She had
always allowed me to reach my sexual apex whenever I wanted to, even when I
felt I had nothing left to give her.  But this was unfathomable.  It was
torture, plain and simple.  I wanted to scream at being so close.  I even
contemplated on using my own hands to finish the task.  There was one
reason why I didn't do a thing about it: I didn't want to waste my cum by
painting the shower wall white.
   Ashley spoke in her normal tone.  "Turn around, Tiger.  Let me wash your
front."
   I did so while spouting "cocktease."
   Her lips curled into a devilish grin while she poured more gel onto the
scrub.  When it became bubbly again, she stood up to wash my shoulder and
pecs.  She briskly cleaned my front as if she was in a hurry to get on her
knees again.
   Once she was kneeled down, my cock stared her in the face.  Ashley
washed around it, scrubbing my legs and stomach.  My cock twitched despite
being untouched directly.  Evading it, her free hand groped my testicles.
She tugged the loose skin of my scrotum a couple times, and then applied
the scrub.  Her hands bumped into my member as she cleaned my balls.
   She moved herself a little closer, my cock head targeting her lips.  I
resisted the urge to fist my cock to a much needed orgasm.  Coating her
with my sperm would have been an incredible thing to witness.  I would
know; I had done it once before.  As she continued to wash my scrotum, I
could re-imagine the cum streaks on her face from that wonderful night when
I gave my sister her first facial.  A streak on her lips, another on her
chin, a long one across her nose.  The image was crystal clear.  I could
even re-imagine her wiping my cum into her mouth and gobbling it up. 
Strange how the first night we were intimate ended in such a lewd act. 
Still, it was something I had wanted to reenact ever since.
   I waved my hand across her forehead to brush away the golden strands
clinging to her face.  She seemed to have enjoyed it the first time.  Maybe
she would let me do it again.  If so, I wanted to get a clear view.
   The cleaning on my balls stopped.  Ashley gripped my cock in her right
hand.  Looking up at me, she pulled it down, making the slit point to the
floor.  Then she released my cock and watched it come dangerously close to
hitting her face as it sprung up.  She repeated the motion a few times. 
"Your cock is harder than steel.  Look at it bounce up and down.  It must
have been painful having this thing crammed beneath your pants for so
long."
   "You have no idea," I mumbled.
   She raised the scrub to my cock.  Bubbles covered my shaft as she
squeezed the scrub around it.  "I've been bad, haven't I?  Making my
handsome brother so hard without any relief.  That has to be a sin."
   "Oh fuck, the worst kind."
   Ashley grabbed my cock in a fist with the scrub between her fingers and
my skin.  She stroked it to the bright red head, then in reverse to my
balls.  The scratchy feeling of the scrub was different to that of her
smooth hands, but the pleasure she brought me was just as sensational.  "I
have such a potty mouth, Tiger.  That's also a sin, isn't it?"
   I was dozing off to an alternate reality.  "Very potty.  I think we need
to wash your mouth out."
   Her suggestive tone transformed into that of a demure little girl.  "Do
you really have to?  Please don't wash it with soap.  I hear that stuff
tastes horrible."
   Seeing the sudden reversal in roles, I toughened my voice.  I didn't
sound much gruffer, but it was a decent start.  "I have something else in
mind for your dirty mouth." I unraveled her fingers and snatched the scrub
from her.  Slinging it on the shelf, I let the water wash away the
remaining bubbles on my cock.
   She gulped.  "You're not going to put that big thing in my tiny mouth,
are you?  It won't fit."
   I almost broke the mood by cracking a smile.  She was more than skilled
enough to handle it, but I played along anyway.  "If it doesn't fit in your
mouth, I'll make it fit by ramming my cock down your throat."
   I noticed her left hand cupping her mound between her legs.  "Please
don't be rough on me.  I'm so sorry, big brother.  Please forgive me.  From
now on I won't tease you unless I'm willing to help you cum.  You deserve
better than this." She tried reaching for my cock but I blocked her hand.
   "No touching.  You don't touch anything unless I tell you to." She shook
her head.  "And that includes your pussy.  You can't touch yourself there
either, so that means no cumming."
   "No, no...  please let me touch my clitty.  I know I don't deserve it
but I am so horny right now.  I need to rub it.  I need to cum again."
   "You'll do what I say if you want me to forgive you.  Now be a good girl
and stop touching yourself.  Tonight, you belong to me." She whimpered the
cutest sound while taking her hand off her pussy.  "Put your hands behind
your back."
   She held her hands together over her butt.  I went around to observe my
submissive sibling.  The steamy water rained down on her long hair and face
from all directions.  Because I no longer protected her from the two sprays
in front of her, she had to close her eyes so water wouldn't splash into
them.
   I circled around her and stopped at her back.  I lifted the portable
showerhead from its hook and kneeled down.  "Hold your hands out behind
your back." Ashley leaned forward and extended her arms to me.  "Good
girl." I tied the showerhead around her hands as a makeshift handcuff.  She
gasped sharply.  Grinning to no one in particular, I looped the showerhead
once more over her hands.  The hose wasn't as flexible as a real rope, so
she could have struggled for a few seconds and it would have loosened on
its own.  Although I didn't think my sister wanted that to happen.
   I tugged on the restraint for added effect.  "Lean back again."
   Ashley sat upright on her knees.  Her legs were stark pink against the
white floor.  I immediately remembered how uncomfortable it was to kneel
for so long.  After all, I had done it ten minutes ago.
   I whispered into her ear.  "I'll be right back."
   A baby blue towel awaited me on the wooden rack outside the shower.  I
grabbed it and re-entered the stall.  "Lift your knees up, babe." Helping
her squat, I placed the towel beneath her knees.
   Ashley eased down onto the soft fabric, her eyes still closed.  "Thank
you," she quietly said.
   I raised her chin and flattened her lips with mine.  We may have been
doing a bit of role-playing, but I didn't want her to forget I loved her
and would always watch out for her.
   Still, I enjoyed the direction this was heading and didn't linger on the
taste of her lips for too long.  I went behind her again and adjusted the
portable showerhead, turning the light spray into a concentrated burst.  I
twisted the middle knob in the wall to shut off the water but left the four
corner sprays on.  There was about an extra foot of hose from her hands to
the showerhead, as well as another six inches of the showerhead itself.
   "Spread your thighs for me, babe." Her knees parted.  I slid the
showerhead between the opening of her thighs from behind, then circled
around in front of her.  I tugged on the handle, consequently pulling her
hands into her butt.  "Sit on your heels."
   She obediently sat down.  "What are you planning to do to me?"
   "Shhh, I ask the questions around here." I aimed the nozzle at her pussy
and tapped her outer thighs.  Her knees closed together, holding the
showerhead in place.  "What I'm going to do next might be a little jarring,
but I know you can handle it.  Don't open your legs unless I tell you to,
okay?" Ashley nodded, but I wanted to hear her.  "That's not good enough,
babe.  From now on, when I ask you a question, you answer me.  Do you
understand?"
   "Yes," she feebly replied.
   I went behind her.  "Will you open your legs without my permission?"
   "No."
   "Good, that's what I want to hear.  I think you deserve a little
reward." Her head craned from me as I kissed her neck.
   "Oooh yesss," she hissed.
   My teeth sunk into her supple flesh.  I nibbled; first gently, then
harshly.  Her whimpers were music to my ears.  They urged me to proceed
lower.  I left a trail of teeth marks from her neck to her shoulder.  Her
skin was hot against my tongue.  I could only taste water as I savored her
body.
   I returned to her neck for one last kiss before getting up.  There were
still a lot of things that needed to be taken care of before the night
ended.  Namely my erection.
   I placed my left hand on her shoulder.  With my right I turned on the
shower knob for the portable showerhead.  Water could be heard surging
through the bathroom pipes.  In another second, water erupted from the
nozzle between Ashley's legs.  It sprayed her clit.  Hard.
   She screamed at the top of her lungs, not unlike that of her bicycle
accident.  Her butt rose off her heels, but with my hand holding her in
place she couldn't get away from the water striking her pussy.  Her
deafening scream echoed off the tiled walls, rupturing my eardrums.  I
cringed.  This was not the reaction I had predicted from her.  It sounded
as if she was getting electrocuted, or pierced by a thousand needles.
   I let go of her shoulder and rushed in front of her.  She remained on
her heels, shouting "oh my god" over and over again.  I tried pulling the
showerhead away, but her knees were clamping it like a vice.  I adjusted
the nozzle instead, weakening the jet to a meek spray.  My sister stopped
wailing loud enough to wake the dead, or worse, our parents.  "Oh my god,
oh my god..."
   I feared I went to far with my unorthodox setup.  The idea had sort of
just hit me; it wasn't as if I'd ever plotted for the opportunity.  When I
was tying up her hands, I didn't even expect things to go this far.  My
plans had a knack of changing against my discretion, and I assumed it would
have changed again.  Not only that, I didn't expect her to indulge in my
perverted fantasy for this long.  Talking dirty was one thing, actually
being dirty was another.
   I pleaded with Ashley to open her eyes; I'd die if she couldn't look me
in the face anymore.
   Her head rolled backward, her eyes slowly opened.  She muttered, "I'm so
sorry."
   I was flabbergasted.  "Sorry?  What are you sorry for?"
   "I came.  I came so fucking hard.  Even though you told me I couldn't
touch myself, I came anyway.  Am I still a bad girl?"
   It was almost impossible for me to contain my smile.  She was just so
damn sexy.  It was also a relief knowing I hadn't screwed up our
relationship.
   Cupping her chin, I tried to get back into my role.  It wasn't easy
playing the tough guy when I wanted to hug her like a teddy bear.  "Yes,
you're still a very bad girl.  And it seems you still have a dirty mouth. I
think it's time I clean it."
   "Help me be a good girl.  I want you to be proud of me.  Teach me a
lesson.  Do whatever it takes."
   I grabbed a handful of her wet hair.  With my other hand, I held my cock
steady.  "Open your mouth for me, babe.  I should've done this hours ago.
Have you suck my cock dry before I picked up your friends.  Maybe I
could've had you suck my cock while I was driving to Lillian's house.  Give
you a big load right before dinner and a movie.  I'm sure they would've
liked seeing my cum running down your lips when you greeted them.  Then
they'd know how bad you really are when they smell my cum from your dirty
mouth."
   Ashley purred and hissed.  Her lips deformed into a hellish smile.  Fire
raged in her eyes.  She was lost.  Lost between the fantasy of being under
my control and the scenario I embedded in her sex-crazed mind.  The
scenario was just a fantasy to me too, but to her...  who knew what she
might have done with the thought.
   My sister couldn't keep her good and bad girl persona separate any
longer.  Her words pleaded for redemption, her voice begged for corruption.
"Oh god, yes.h My friends have no idea how bad I am.  They don't know how
badly I want cum, how badly I crave cum, how badly I need cum.  If they
find out how bad I really am, they'd make fun of me forever.  My friends
are good girls unlike me.  Help me be more like them.  I want to be good
again."
   Her mouth wasn't open enough for me to move onto the next phase.  "Let
me see your tongue.  Open up, nice and wide.  Good, just like that.  Good
girl." With her tongue hanging over her chin, she opened her mouth until I
could see her tonsils.
   Instead of thrusting into her mouth, I turned her head sideway and
nudged my cock into her right cheek.  Precum leaked onto her skin but was
quickly washed away before I could take in the view.  Centering her, I
traced her upper lip with my cock.  More precum leaked from the slit.  She
moved forward, attempting to engulf my meat.  I pulled her hair back to
keep her head still, but I couldn't stop her tongue from flicking the
underside.
   It felt so heavenly, I almost conceded and gave Ashley what she wanted.
Finally, after a busy night of making new friends, I had my cock out in the
open.  Let her take it into her mouth, go to town with it.  I had what she
needed.  It would be easy to let her blow me to an orgasm.  I was already
on the verge from just the ministrations of her tongue.
   But wait a minute.  This wasn't right at all; this couldn't be what she
really wanted.  She wouldn't want me to give in this easily.  That would
ruin everything we had built up.  What she really wanted me to do was fight
her for it.  "It" being control.  Even when she was tied up, she knew she
had more control than me.  That with just her tongue she could wrap me
around her tiny finger.  She was taunting me again, daring me again.  Just
like at the water fountain.  Instead of seeing if I had the guts to chase
after her, see was seeing if I had the balls to let her chase after me.
   Ashley and I understood I was going to cum in her mouth eventually. 
That was something we both wanted.  However, it was only going to happen on
my terms, when I was ready for it.  I had control this time.  It was my
turn to set the rules.
   Smirking to myself, I turned her head in the other direction and jabbed
my cock into her left cheek.  Her cheek caved in from the force, but she
showed no sign of dislike.  Rather, she rolled her tongue into her mouth
and pressed it against the inside of her cheek, staving off my cock.
   We played a game of tug-o-war, except we pushed instead of pulled.  I
had the advantage since my cock was rock hard compared to her flexible
tongue, but I let her fend me off for the time being.  There were more
important matters I needed to attend to.
   I turned her face to me and slanted her head back.  Taking a small step
forward, I laid the length of my cock on her face.  My shaft rested
parallel to the bridge of her nose with my balls on her chin.  Her tongue
snaked out to lick what she could of me.  If she made any sudden movements,
or caused me to make any sudden movements, my cock would have poked her
right in the eye.  "I didn't say you could use your tongue yet."
   Ashley reclaimed some of her innocence.  "I'm so sorry.  I try my
hardest to follow instructions.  I just get carried away sometimes.  Your
balls taste so yummy, and your cock tastes even better.  And your cum... 
mmm, that's the tastiest of all."
   "I see what you mean by getting carried away.  Keep your mouth open for
me." I aimed my cock at her spread lips.  "Tell me why you're a bad girl."
   "I'm a cocktease."
   "Who have you been teasing?"
   "My big brother."
   "Is there any other reason why you're a bad girl?"
   "Yes, there is.  I have a dirty mouth.  A very, very dirty mouth."
   "And what am I going to do about it?"
   "You are going to put your cock in my mouth and wash it out."
   "You know what I'm going to wash it out with?"
   She hesitated for a moment.  "No."
   "I'm going to cum in your mouth and make sure get a big, hot load of my
thick sperm.  You're going to rinse with it and make sure your entire mouth
is covered in white.  Then when I tell you to, you're going to swallow it
all.  How does that sound?"
   "Sounds like the perfect punishment for a bad girl like me."
   "Well done.  It's not too late for you to be redeemed after all.  Now,
before I go on, tell me from the very beginning why we're doing this."
   Nothing could have prepared me for the verbal assault that followed.
   "I need to be punished because I'm a slutty cocktease who loves teasing
the hell out of my hunky brother until he's ready to blow a gallon of hot
cum from his hard fuck stick.  I'm so naughty, I let him walk around in
public for five long hours with a humungous boner ready to rip through his
pants and ravage my dirty mouth.  I love it when he undresses me with his
eyes while he has no chance of unloading his milky cream all over his dear,
sweet whore.  But my big brother is stronger than I thought and now he has
his wanton cocksucker tied up on her knees, ready to give her smutty mouth
a good reaming so he could wash it out with a never-ending supply of his
yummy, gooey spunk.  He's going to make me gurgle his creamy jizz until it
froths in my mouth and bubbles out my blowjob lips.  But being the good
little slut I am, I have to scoop it all back into my mouth so I don't
waste a single drop of my master's delicious semen.  So hurry and give me
your cock.  Choke me with it.  I'm ready for you, big brother.  I want hard
cock now.  Give it to me, give it to--mmmph!"
   Lunging forward, I pulled her head down and slammed my cock into her
vulgar mouth.  It was a miracle I didn't cum the instant my balls crashed
into her chin.  I recklessly stabbed her with my meat.  She coughed and
gagged at the severe penetration, unable to keep her lips closed around me
for any longer than a millisecond.  Her saliva, drenching my cock, drooled
down to my nuts, only to be cleansed by the shower water.
   Ashley rolled her tongue out, licking the underside as I drilled into
her hot mouth.  I sputtered incoherently, grunted in bestial fury.  If I
had spoken in words, even she would have been offended by the things I
wanted to call her.  Over and over again my steely rod invaded her wet
orifice.  Her face turned bright red, her eyes bolted shut.  I went faster
with my powerful thrusts, giving her the hard cock she so desperately
wanted.  If sister wanted to be my loving nymph, I was more than willing to
treat her like one.
   "Oh fuck, close your mouth.  Suck on it." She tried to inhale my cock as
I slammed into her, but I struck with such force, she couldn't breathe and
had to slack her jaw.  I stopped my thrusts with half my cock still in her
mouth.
   "Let me see your lips wrap around my prick." She sealed her lips and
sucked hard, like she was drinking a thick milkshake through a narrow
straw. "Oooh, that's a good girl.  Do you want me to stop your punishment?"
   She opened her eyes as she rocked her head side to side.
   Relieved she wanted me to keep going, I growled, "Answer me properly.  I
want to hear you." She mumbled no around my cock.  "Use your tongue and
lick the tip.  Do you like the taste of my precum?" This time she mumbled a
distorted yes.  "Relax your throat.  I want to go in deep."
   My sister curled her lips into an obscene smile, her precious face
defiled by my cock.  I pushed in and felt the barrier protecting her
throat. "C'mon, babe, relax for me.  Let me get my cock in there."
   She re-closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and inhaled.  I began to
push, holding her head in place with both of my hands.  The barrier broke
away and I delved a little deeper, entering her throat.  With most of my
cock in, I stayed still, allowing her to get accustomed to the intrusion. I
counted to five, then pulled completely out of her mouth, leaving her
panting for more.
   "Get ready for it again," I hastily warned.
   She repeated her start-up process for another helping of my cock.  I
pushed into her throat until there was less than an inch of my shaft not
enveloped by her lips.  I stayed longer this time, counting up to ten.  She
wheezed and snorted as I retreated, her saliva bridging my cock to her
lips. Spying her enlarged nipples, I reached down to give them a pinch.
   "Oooh, tweak my nipples," she cooed.
   I twisted the pink stubs and tugged them from her chest, her boobs
stretching into a cone shape.  When I relinquished my grasp, her tits
sprung back into position with a small jiggle.  I pressed my thumbs against
the hard caps, driving them into her flesh.  Quivering and moaning, Ashley
reveled in the crude treatment I was giving her.  I stopped what I was
doing and stepped away.  Taking three seconds to tilt the showerheads
behind me so they wouldn't wash over my shoulders and her face, I grabbed a
hold of my shaft.
   With her mouth wide open, I returned to my sister and slapped my bulbous
cock head onto her lips.  "No more holding back.  Get ready for all of it."
   She licked the precum dribbling onto her lip and hurriedly gulped it
down.  Opening her eyes, a mix of hazel and red, she sluttishly spat, "Ram
your fucking cock down my throat."
   God damn, was my baby girl going to get a fierce reaming from me. 
Before I could slam my hips into her with the force of a freight train, she
dove forward and swallowed my entire cock in one mouthful.  Her throat
muscles clamped around me as her nose depressed into my crotch.  Fully
inside of her, her tongue was able to lick my bloated balls.
   Receding from her face, I gripped her golden hair into two long
pigtails, then hammered my cock back into her mouth.  One thrust, two
thrusts, twenty thrusts.  I was unrelenting in my frenzied onslaught.  My
thickness lodged into her throat, the head secreting oil directly into her
stomach.  I kept screwing her face--dare I say it, even fucking her
face--never taking out more than half my cock.  She tried to keep her eyes
open, to show me the fervent lust consuming her soul, but the brute force
of my thrusts was too much for her.  Soon my thrusts came so rapidly, she
just kept her eyes shut and concentrated on not suffocating around my
shaft. Amazingly, she found a way to breathe in the miniscule second I
wasn't blocking her airway.
   "Oh shit, babe, I'm going to cum so fucking hard.  Do you want to taste
my spunk?" I could barely hear Ashley's answer through the sloshing sounds
of my oral rape.  "Tell me, baby, I can't hear you." Her cry sounded louder
but not any clearer.  "Answer me.  I still can't hear you."
   Wildly shaking her head, scraping my cock with her teeth, my sister
screamed her muffled answer.  "Meeemph!" Whether she wanted it or not,
whether she was ready for it or not, I was going to give her the biggest
load of cum she'd ever receive.
   Dislodging from her throat, my cock laying on her tongue, I exploded
from the sheer overload of debauchery and pleasure.  The first creamy blast
was like a shotgun shell fired at point-blank range, splashing off the back
of her mouth and onto my cock head.  I fired one thick burst after another,
coating her mouth with my syrupy seed.  Steadying her head, I emptied my
balls until they were nothing more but excess skin.  Her jaw brimmed with
my spunk, her cheeks puffed like a balloon.  My cock became sticky with the
massive amount of cum she was storing in her mouth.  I bucked my hips,
churning the batch of fresh semen into a bubbling mess.  Ashley coughed
some of my cream out the corner of her mouth, looking exactly like the
slutty bad girl she wanted to be.
   When I stopped adding to the pool of cum, she fastened her lips around
my cock.  I slowly pulled out, her lips scraping off the cum pasted on my
shaft.  I extracted my cock head with a pop, successfully freeing myself
without wasting another drop.
   My sister tilted her head back as I let go of her hair.  Her lower jaw
shifted in small circles, like she was chewing on peanut butter.  My
gelatin knees almost unbuckled from exhaustion.  Leaning onto the wall
behind me, I thumped my chest to get my lungs functioning again.
   "Holy shit," I huffed, "I have never came so much before.  That was
fucking incredible, sis."
   Ashley couldn't answer me with her mouth full of cum.  She looked so
serene with the water running down her breasts, yet oh-so naughty with her
hands behind her back and the portable showerhead still spraying her pussy.
When she opened her mouth, I moved closer to get a better look.
   As she awakened, I could see my smile reflecting in her eyes.  They were
no longer red and angry.  I pressed my palm to her warm cheek.  "That's a
lot of cum, isn't it, babe?" My sister smiled the best she could without
spilling any.  "Rinse your mouth with my cum," I ordered, my voice having
lost most of its sternness.  "Make it a good show for me."
   Ashley did not disappoint.  Her mouth opened and she rinsed with my cum
like she'd told me she would.  Gargling sounds could barely be heard
through the thick goo, which soon turned into a foamy, seething fluid.  Her
tongue was completely submerged in my gunk.  Bubbles formed and popped over
her lips.  Droplets almost escaped out the corners of her mouth.  It was
"cleaner" than the facial I wanted to give her, but still shamelessly
indecent.
   I tipped her chin higher.  "That's enough rinsing.  Ready to swallow?"
   My impure sister didn't bother replying.  Locking our eyes together, she
fastened her lips and swallowed her first morsel of rich cum.  Her throat
contracted with each additional gulp, a constant stream of batter traveling
down to her stomach.
   When her mouth was emptied of my cum, Ashley smacked her lips together
and let out a satisfied sigh.  Her tongue slithered over her lips, making
sure not to miss the teensiest drop.  Once all of my cum was in her belly,
she said in her sweet, teenybopper voice, "Thank you so much for your yummy
cum.  My mouth feels so clean now.  I don't feel like saying bad things
anymore.  Have I been punished enough?  Am I your perfect little princess
again?"
   "No, not even close." I walked around behind her.  "Your mouth isn't
dirty anymore but the rest of you still needs to be cleaned." I pulled the
showerhead from between her legs and unraveled the knot, freeing my sister
from her bond.  "Get up and turn around.  Let me see your sexy body."
   Ashley had trouble standing from having been on her knees for so long. I
held her arms and aided her to her feet.  Cuddling her to my chest, I
whispered, "Are you okay?  Should I stop what I'm doing?"
   "No, Bry, don't." She spun around to face me, holding my neck in her
hands.  "I want you to clean me.  I don't think I have the energy to do it
on my own."
   "Okay, Ash, I can do that for you."
   She smiled her angelic smile, faultless in purity.  The atmosphere in
the shower had changed so drastically.  It was as if the water was
cleansing us of our perversity, leaving only our affection for each other.
   Fondling her by the waist, I drew our faces closer together, guided by
her hands to her waiting mouth.  Our lips touched, her tender flesh akin to
feathery pillows.  Ashley ran her fingers through my hair.  Her moans
accompanied her tongue into my mouth.  She entwined her tongue around mine,
transferring to me to the salty tang of fresh semen.  I recoiled at the
astonishing flavor, but my tongue had nowhere to hide inside my mouth.
   I thought about pushing myself away.  On more than one occasion I had
briefly tasted my cum in her mouth, though the taste had never been this
strong.  It was almost too much for me to keep from feeling queasy.  Not
that I couldn't stomach the saltiness, but I had a mental restraint imposed
upon me that I shouldn't be tasting this.
   Ashley realized my discomfort and backed away from me.  "Maybe I should
have rinsed with some water first."
   "No, I, um..." Immediately I regretted my unwillingness to do something
as trivial as tasting my own cum.  Trivial, at least, compared to the other
stuff we'd done.  My sister had always been eager to partake in whatever
sexual act we found ourselves in; it should only be fair I showed the same
eagerness.
   Instead of finishing my poor excuse, I yanked her body to me.  My tongue
easily slid between her open lips.  Ashley giggled, bringing a smile to my
face she couldn't see through our kiss.  I explored her mouth, tasting her
saliva and the remnants of my cum.  This time I didn't flinch from the
taste.  I just hugged her tighter as her nipples poked my chest.  Scooping
her butt cheeks, I lifted my baby girl off her feet.  Her legs flailed as
she broke our kiss, laughing the wa she had done so at the mall.
   I gingerly put her down and moved an arm's length away, admiring her
from the top of her golden hair to her cute wiggly toes.  "Ready for a
rubdown, babe?"
   She arched her back, her breasts on glorious display.  "Do you want to
wash my front or back first?"
   "Front." I didn't want to wait another second to get my hands on her
wonderful tits.  Snatching the shower supplies from earlier, I got the
scrub nice and bubbly with body wash.  Starting at her collarbone, I
scrubbed to her left shoulder then reversed to her right.  In circular
motions, I polished down to her breasts.
   I washed around her left nipple first.  Her lightly-colored areolas,
about the size of a quarter, were almost invisible under the current
lighting condition.  Between all the different bras she owned, not one of
them left any sort of mark on her skin.  No tan lines, nicks, or scratches.
Purely a healthy skin tone throughout.  They looked so healthy, I quickly
found myself closing my lips around her nipple without any consideration.
   "Oooh, play with my titty.  Suck it for me, Tiger.  A little harder.  I
want to feel it."
   Her instructions were unnecessary, for I was already devouring her soft
mound.  I felt her hands clasp my head, holding me firmly against her. 
Licking around her nipple, I occasionally tossed in a hard suck, which
never failed to incite an aroused moan.  Still savoring her flesh in my
mouth, I blindly washed her right breast.
   "Mmm, yes...  that feels so nice.  Clean my titties.  Use your tongue
all over me.  Taste how dirty I am.  Use your teeth, too.  Bite my nipple.
Yeah, just like that.  Ow, ow, oh fuck.  Don't stop, Tiger, keep doing it.
Fuck, you're an animal.  Now do it to my right titty."
   I gave her breast a farewell kiss before switching to the other one. 
While I cleaned her abs with the scrub, I carried out a repeat performance
of suckling and licking on her tit.  Her vivid play-by-play commentary was
continuous as I washed her loins.  Departing from her breast, I kissed my
down her navel until I was on my knees.  She let go of my head so I could
better admire her pussy, which was pink and engorged from the hot water
that had been spraying it during my blowjob.  I washed her legs and her
outer pussy lips, keeping my eyes on her sex the entire time.  With her
skin smelling of green apples, I stood up.
   There was a pout on Ashley's lips.  "What's wrong, sis?  Didn't I do a
good job of cleaning you?"
   "Yes, I suppose..." Her voice trailed off as she turned around.  She
whisked her hair away, exposing smooth skin from her neck to her heels. 
"Okay, backside now."
   I poured extra body gel onto the scrub and meticulously rubbed it down
her shoulders to the deep curvature leading to her butt cheeks.  Her hips
flared from the slimmest part of her waist in a slender hourglass shape,
her butt flared from her lower back in two perfect spheres.  I squeezed the
scrub over her spectacular ass, watching the bubbles cascade down her
shapely legs.
   As the bubbles ticked her anus, Ashley flexed in her muscles.  She
giggled softly and leaned forward, placing her palms on the shower wall,
her butt protruding outward to me.  Her ass looked bigger and more
spectacular with her bent at the waist.  I dropped the scrub and settled my
hands on each cheek.
   My sister peered over her right shoulder to me.  "Brian?"
   I kneaded her rotund flesh.  "Yes, sis?"
   "Do you agree with what Alyson said earlier tonight?"
   The only thing I could think about at that moment was Ashley's ass.  Any
prior event was lost on me.  "Agree with what?"
   "When we were showing off our swimwear, she said I have a nice ass.  Do
you really think so?"
   "Nope, you don't have a nice ass." She frowned, her eyes showing
definite signs of confusion.  "You have a great ass," I clarified.  "The
most perfect ass in the world."
   Her frown disappeared.  "I never thought my ass was very big."
   "It isn't huge if that's what you mean, but it is very smooth and curvy.
I can get a handful of it too, so that's a bonus."
   "Do you think my ass is my best feature?"
   "No, it's not your best feature." There was no confusion in her eyes
this time; she may have thought I was kidding again.  "Ashley, you have the
most beautiful face.  If I were to describe to my friends how gorgeous you
are, I'd go on for hours talking about just your facial features.  I'd tell
them every little detail, from your cute button nose to the adorable
dimples in your cheeks when you smile.  As stunning as your body is, it's
always your face that catches my eyes first.  No one will ever look like
you, so I want to admire your face for as long as I can, whenever I can. 
Though if it makes you feel any better, your ass comes in a very close
second."
   Ashley blushed substantially.  "You're such a sweet talker." She stepped
in place on her toes, her butt swaying.  "Now get down on your knees and
finish what you started."
   I gave her ass a light slap.  "Yes, ma'am!"
   Now was as good a time as ever to get acquainted with my sister's rear.
Using the towel to cushion my knees, I sat down to eye level with her
rosebud.  I hurriedly cleaned the back of her legs, going over them once,
and cast my attention to my prize.
   While I pulled her left cheek to the side, Ashley reached behind to pull
her right.  Presented to me was the dark pinkish rim of her anus, possibly
more virgin than her pussy.  Whereas my tongue and plenty of fingers had
taken refuge inside her womb, her ass was, at least to my knowledge,
untouched by anything but water and toilet paper.
   I had to find out if that was really the case.  "Ash, has anything ever
been inside your ass?"
   Surprisingly to me, the question seemed to have surprised her.  She
tripped over a few syllables before plainly saying, "No...  nothing."
   Her answer encouraged me.  I may have been late to pop her cherry, but
my sister was still very chaste when it came to actual sex.  I quickly came
to a resolution: to deflower her untapped anus before the night ended.  And
what better place was there to deflower her dirtiest hole than in the
cleanest, most private room in our whole house.
   I wasted no time in dabbing the shower scrub between her butt cheeks.  I
squeezed it in my hand while rubbing up and down her crevice.  Her anus
clenched shut from the bubbles daring to seep into her.
   When the scrub produced nothing more than water, I set it aside and
looked around for the portable showerhead I had carelessly left somewhere.
The apparatus was pointlessly shooting at the wall behind me, and I nabbed
it to make better use of the water.  Aiming the nozzle at her butt, I
cleaned her with a direct spray.  Despite our hands holding her cheeks
apart, her muscles tensed, blocking passage to her anus.
   "Ash, relax your body.  It's only water."
   "I know, but it tickles so much.  I can't help it.  Why are you cleaning
inside of my butt anyway?"
   I disregarded her question; she'd understand in a minute.  "It's mind
over matter, babe.  Just concentrate on anything but what I'm doing and you
won't squeeze your butt in."
   She smiled down at me with my face hidden behind her bum.  "How do you
know that?"
   "That's how it always is with these things." Easier said than done, of
course, since I hadn't been effective in putting that idea in practice. 
First when she cleaned my butt, second when I tasted my cum in her mouth.
   I aimed the nozzle at her rosebud again.  Her hole closed in just as
quickly, but as I held the showerhead still, it slowly opened.  "Babe, can
you hold your butt apart for me and bend down more?" Not bothering to ask
why, she did as I instructed.
   With my hands free I cranked up the strength of the water burst.  My
sister immediately felt the difference.  "Oh god, what are you doing?"
   For a second I thought about stopping.  "Does it feel uncomfortable?"
   "No, it's...  okay.  It sort of feels funny.  What are you trying to
do?"
   Calmly I replied, "Trying to clean you from the inside out."
   "But why are you--oooh..."
   I pushed my left forefinger into her wet pussy.  "'Why am I' what?" I
asked, pumping my digit to the knuckle.
   "Why are you...  ahhh fuck."
   I crooked my finger and spread her pussy open.  "No more talking.  I
promise you'll enjoy this."
   Believing her anus was clean enough for what I wanted to do next, I set
aside the showerhead and inched my face toward her rear.  Steadying my
finger inside her pussy, I penetrated her ass with my tongue.
   "Ah shit.  What are you...  holy fuck, I can't believe you're licking my
ass."
   Her sphincter only allowed the tip of tongue to enter her narrow
opening, but that didn't discourage me in my efforts to set her off.  To
make up for my inability to fully enter her ass, I finger fucked her pussy
with renewed intensity.  I swept my tongue across her anus while strumming
her clit between my right fingers.
   "Oh god, don't stop, don't stop.  This feels so good.  Fuck my pussy,
rub my clitty, tongue my ass.  Oooh, what are you doing to me, Tiger? 
Stick another finger in my pussy.  Yesss, that's what I want to feel.  Now
a third one.  Fuck my pussy with another finger.  Ah shit, that's a good
boy.  Do you like the taste of my asshole?  Does it taste dirty?  Oh
fuck... oh fuck...  I'm going to...  ahhh fucking yes!"
   In less than a minute, my kindling sent jolts of orgasmic pleasure
through every fiber of her being.  Falling forward, my sister wailed at the
tiled wall, jutting her ass into my face.  Her pussy tightened around my
fingers.  Cum, hotter than a burning light bulb, flooded out.  I pulled
away, replacing my fingers in her pussy with my tongue.  I thirstily lapped
her heated juices.
   The change in sensation startled my climaxing sister.  Her butt pushed
against me, almost knocking me onto my back.  I held her waist to pacify
her shuddering body, and to give me something reliable to hold onto.
   It was difficult to tell when her orgasm truly stopped and how much of
the liquid I was drinking was merely water.  As I moved away from her ass,
the shower washed my face of her fluids.
   Ashley tiredly lifted her limp body.  "Wow...  I can't believe you did
that."
   "Why not?  I like to get down and dirty every once in a while."
   "I didn't think you'd be comfortable with doing something like licking
my ass."
   "I'll admit the idea freaked me out a little at first, but if you're
willing to try new things, then so should I."
   Ashley giggled under her breath.  "So, did you enjoy it?"
   "Yeah, loved it.  It helps that you have such a nice, firm ass for me to
bury my face in."
   "You said I didn't have a nice ass."
   "You have a great, firm ass," I corrected.  "I can't believe you
actually came, though.  Especially that quickly."
   "Well sorry, mister," she sarcastically replied.  "It was pretty wild
the way you licked my ass while you fingered my pussy and frigged my clit.
My body can't handle all that at the same time."
   My ego swelled at her words.  "Maybe, but I thought your clit might have
been too desensitized to be so excitable.  From the showerhead, I mean."
   "It sort of is desensitized.  I really can't feel much from it."
   "Oh, so I broke your pussy?"
   Ashley played along.  "Yes, you sure did.  Now how am I supposed to get
any sexual satisfaction?"
   "I have a backup plan for an emergency like this.  Worked once already,
didn't it?  Pull your ass apart for me."
   She stayed against the wall for another minute before regaining the
energy to pry her cheeks open.  I prodded her anus with my right index
finger.  Her muscles reactively tightened.  Unlike with the water spray, I
could push my way in, and I slowly inserted my finger up to the first
joint.
   "Oooh wow, keep going, Tiger."
   Her tightness practically squeezed the blood out of my finger.  Pushing
to the second joint, I feared I may get stuck in her ass.  I could have
seen the headlines already: "Firefighters Remove Boy's Finger from Sister's
Butt." Though it may need to be shortened a little bit.
   "Oh fuck," she gasped.  "All the way in, all the way in."
   Inserting another inch, I was as far in as my finger could reach.  I
curved and twisted my finger, loosening her cramped passageway.
   "Holy fuck, I can feel you moving inside my ass."
   "Does it feel good?"
   "Oh god yes.  Hurry up and stick another finger in there."
   I honestly didn't think I heard her right.  "What do you want me to do?"
   "Stick another finger up my ass.  I can take it."
   Guess I heard her right after all.
   Strenuously pulling out to the first joint, I lengthened my middle
finger and tried to fit it in with my forefinger.  I wiggled my digits
against her anus, and slowly yet surely I managed to cram them both inside,
all the way to the knuckle.
   Ashley humped herself against my hand.  In staggered breaths, she
panted, "Ah fuck, my ass is getting so stretched.  Pump your fingers into
me.  Oh, oh, just like that.  In and out, in and out.  God damn, that feels
amazing.  Stick another finger in me."
   Another one?  She just had her first sampling of anal penetration, now
she was going the full distance.
   "Okay, babe, I'll try.  If it hurts, tell me and I'll pull out."
   "It already hurts a little, but it hurts so good."
   Man, was she a sexy lil' minx.
   I partially withdrew.  Extending my ring finger, I tried to squeeze it
through her rear, but as much as she stretched her ass, and as hard as I
pushed, I couldn't fit a third finger inside.
   "You're tight as heck down here, sis.  Maybe we should try this again
another time with lube or something-"
   "No," she snapped.  "Right now.  No more waiting." Taking matters into
her own hands, she spread her legs apart, bent down lower, and nearly
ripped her ass open as her fingers clawed into her cheeks.  "C'mon, Tiger,
do it.  Stick another finger in there."
   I gulped my mouth dry.  Despite having been in the sauna-like humidity
for so long, my temperature must have risen another ten degrees, and if it
weren't for the hot water flowing over me, I may have actually been
sweating.
   Bent at the waist, feet spread well past her shoulders, Ashley was
presenting to me the most mouthwatering, cushiony piece of ass I'd ever
laid eyes on.  Her spherical curves, forming two hills that dipped into a
crevice, made her marvelous butt appear in the shape of a succulent, ripe
peach.  A peach that she wanted me to split wide open with not just a
finger or two, but with three.  Needless to say, my cock was more than
fully erect and capable of causing serious harm if I didn't watch where I
swing it.
   She interrupted my pondering.  "What are you waiting for?  Do I have to
do it myself?"
   As tempting as it may have been to let my sister personally finger her
own ass, doing it myself was even more so.  "No, that won't be necessary. I
take back what I said about your ass, though.  You don't have a great one."
Standing up from my strained knees, I held her waist and rammed my ring
finger against her pucker, unintentionally pushing her forward.  The finger
squeezed in with the first two, causing her to yelp and nearly jump into
the air.  "That's because you have an extraordinary ass."
   "Holy shit, I feel so damn full.  My asshole is completely stretched."
   "Yeah, I can see that."
   Ashley wasn't exaggerating in the least.  One finger was enough to make
her look stuffed, but three made it look like she could have broke in half.
Very, very cautiously, I pistoned my fingers in and out of her ass.
   She let go of her cheeks and prepped her palms on the wall, and then
turned her head to watch my fingers.  Her face contorted into a dozen
awkward grimaces.  Pain, pleasure, shock, solace, her emotions swapping
back and forth every second.  Gradually the pressure around my fingers
diminished.  Her ass shimmied as I punctured her hole.  Her expression
stabilized to a tranquil grin.
   After a few more thrusts, Ashley started to react to me.  As my fingers
slid into her, she pushed her ass against my hand, and as my fingers
retreated, she pulled away.  We continued with this rhythm, increasing in
vigor every time we collided into each other.
   Eventually my thumb and pinky began to cramp from being bent for so
long. I pointed the last of my fingers out, and quickly came up an idea to
put them to use.  Holding my hand vertically, I aimed my pinky at her
pussy. On the next full penetration, my pinky slipped right in.
   A gunshot went off in my head.  Like a car going full throttle over the
starting line, I raced to set my sister on a crash course to another
orgasm. Pinching her left nipple with my other hand, I pounded my fingers
into her pussy and ass.  Slap after slap, flesh against flesh, I penetrated
both her holes with savage ferocity.
   I thought I had seen, and heard, the limit to Ashley's hysteria when she
has an orgasm, but I was dead wrong.  She belted out a tremendous scream
capable of shattering every glass in the neighborhood.  Her powerful lungs
sustained her high-pitched yell for what seemed like an eternity.  But I
refused to let her lose her voice in peace.
   I sped up my thrusts.  Her body rocked uncontrollably between the wall
and me.  Ashley came hard, harder than I had ever seen.  Cum squirted from
her pussy like a fountain.  It looked as if she was peeing, but maybe it
just seemed that way because of the shower water.  Her body convulsed
violently as her shrieking abruptly ceased, but her mouth remained open,
screaming a deaf scream.
   When Ashley stopped trembling from her orgasm, I slumped away from her
red ass, almost tripping on the showerhead.  She declined to her knees,
panting heavily.  With breaths louder than hers, I put away the shower
supplies and turned off the water.  The glass doors of the stall were
entirely fogged up.  I opened them, noticing the wall separating the
bathroom was too.
   I kneeled beside my baby sis.  "Can you get up?" Her head leaned against
my shoulder.  I took as an indication she couldn't and aided her to a small
stool outside the stall.  "Let's get you dried up, babe."
   Using a yellow towel, I softly dried her golden hair to the scalp, being
careful not to give her an unwanted noogie.  Her eyes followed my hands as
I dabbed the towel over her flushed face and body.  She held her arms up so
I could dry beneath them, and then stood up so I could finish off with her
legs.  She thanked me as I dried myself with a different towel.
   Once I was finished, I wrapped the towel around my waist, a noticeable
bulge in front.  Ashley wrapped hers around her chest.  Her towel didn't
reach low enough to cover her loins.
   We scooped our clothes from the floor and headed out the bathroom.  A
small wooden clock in the hallway let me know it was past one o'clock.
   I assumed the night was over and kissed Ashley on the cheeks outside her
bedroom door.  "Good night, Ash.  I'll see you first thing in the morning."
   "Wait." She gripped my wrists.  "Let me get dressed and I'll come to
your room."
   It had been a while since we slept in the same bed, and although our
whole family would be home the following morning, I really wanted Ashley in
my arms that night.  "Okay, I'll be waiting."
   We quietly parted paths and entered our respective rooms.  I tossed my
laundry into a basket, hopped into my Kermit boxers, and waited in bed for
my sister to arrive.
   She knocked on my door three minutes later.
   "Why'd you knock, sis?  My door is open."
   "Habit, I suppose." She locked the door and tiptoed across my carpeted
floor to my bed.
   In the minutes we were apart, Ashley had forgotten to get dressed in
anything appropriate.  Instead, she was more naked than when she was in the
hallway.  Her towel was wrapped around her hair and a pair of fuzzy pink
rabbit slippers were at her feet.
   "You call that getting dressed?"
   "It's dressy enough." Laying to my left, she pulled my blanket over her,
though left her breasts on display.  "Why are the lights off?"
   I moved onto my hip so I could gaze down on her.  "You want to sleep
with them on?"
   "Of course not, but I'm not ready to sleep yet.  Are you?"
   "No, I'm not either," I yawned.
   She slapped me lightly on the shoulder.  "Then what was that?''
   "What was what?"
   "You just yawned."
   "Oh.  Maybe I am a little sleepy.  But if you're not ready to sleep,
then what did you have in mind?"
   "Talk."
   "Talk?  I guess I can stay up a little longer." I illuminated my room
with a dim orange glow.  "What do you want to talk about?"
   "I want to thank you."
   "For popping your anal cherry?  I should be thanking you.  It was a lot
of fun."
   "Not that, you dork.  I meant earlier, with my friends.  You were
fantastic this evening.  Thank you so much for everything."
   "I should be thanking you for dragging me out of the house.  I had a
great time with you and your friends.  They're fun girls to hang out with."
   "They'll appreciate hearing that."
   "I have to admit, when I first saw them, I thought they were the
stereotypical popular girls who ruled high school with an iron fist.  But
it didn't take me long to realize that, since you're friends with them,
they must be really good people, or else you wouldn't give them the time of
day.  Tonight, I got to confirm how cool they really are."
   Ashley smiled at my observation.  "They'll appreciate hearing that too,
although we're not as popular as you think."
   "I find that hard to believe.  Guys should be falling head over heels
for you and your friends.  None of the girls I can remember from high
school could match the beauty of your little group.  You four should be
getting asked out on dates left and right."
   "We get asked out pretty often, and we know we're attractive; we've seen
how guys look us.  It's just that, we're not cheerleaders, athletes, or
presidents of any clubs.  People see us around campus and wonder what our
names are, but we don't have any sort reputation to uphold.  We're just
four teenagers trying to survive high school, and now that those years are
over with, we want to make the most of the summer before heading off to the
real world."
   "The real world isn't as exciting as it seems.  I'm two years into it
and look where I am now, chatting with my sister in my bedroom."
   Ashley beamed a more cheerful smile.  "Yeah, you're probably right. 
You'll be around to help me, won't you?"
   "You know it.  Just say my name and I'll come running."
   "Goodie, because I'm going be saying your name a lot, mostly in ways
mommy and daddy wouldn't want their dearest princess to."
   My sister teased me more about what we were doing behind our parents'
back.  I didn't have the heart to tell her about mom's suspicions from a
few nights ago when I overheard mom and dad commenting on her intriguing
selection of underwear.  Regardless of Ashley's playful remarks, our
parents weren't quite as oblivious to her adulthood as she may have
believed.
   When she exhausted all her jokes about the two people who gave us life,
she returned to the topic of her friends.  "Do you remember what Aly asked
you earlier?"
   "You girls asked me a lot of questions, especially her.  Which one was
it?  If it's about a certain body part of yours, you already know what my
answer is."
   "No, dummy, the one at dinner.  She asked you which of them you'd want
to go out with."
   "Oh.  That question." Even after hearing about it a second time it still
surprised me.  "You know the answer to it."
   "Um, I don't think so.  You got along great with all of my friends and I
can tell they're very fond of you."
   "It doesn't matter what I think of them or what they think of me 'cause
it's only you I want to be with."
   "Bry, as romantic as that sounds, I really want to know.  I don't think
Aly was including me when she asked that, on the account of us being
siblings."
   I thought about it for a moment, although not really the question
itself. "At this point it's a coin flip.  There's something to like about
each of your friends, but I don't know any of them well enough to favor one
over the other."
   "It's going to be tough to flip a coin for three choices."
   "It's a figure of speech," I chuckled.  "Why are you so curious anyway?
I thought you said you didn't care about my dates and crushes."
   "No reason.  I guess your curiosity is rubbing off on me." She stared at
my ceiling while pulling the blanket over herself.
   That same curiosity had me wondering what was so interesting about my
ceiling.  The following minutes were silent as I stared alongside her.
   It was Ashley who broke the calm.  "So, have you thought about which one
of them you'd want to go out with yet?"
   "No...  I haven't.  And that's not what I've been thinking about.  This
isn't schoolyard curiosity that's coming from you.  There's a real reason
why you're asking me, isn't there?"
   She became quiet again.
   I sprung up from my pillow.  "A-ha, so there is a reason, and I think I
know what it is.  Tonight wasn't just a play date for your friends and me.
Uh-unh, it was much more than that.  Tonight was a test.  A test to see if
I would stay devoted to you while being surrounded by other attractive
girls.  Letting me check out your friends in bikinis, seeing if I could
keep up with them at rock-climbing, having no objections when they invited
me to do things.  That's why you're asking me who I would want to go out
with.  To see if I would even think about dating someone else.  That's the
reason, right?"
   Ashley gave me the most confused look I had ever seen.
   I sensed I was ice cold.  "That's not the reason, isn't it?"
   "Tonight...  was a test." Her towel fell from her hair as she sat up, as
did the blanket from her breasts.  She grasped my hands tightly in hers. 
"But it wasn't for you.  It was for me."
   This was a strange turn of events.  "I don't understand.  How was
tonight a test for you?"
   She nibbled her lower lip in that dramatic pause that always signaled
something important.  Her fingers meshed around mine, her thumbs bore into
my palms.  It was as if she was reading me through my hands.  "Do you ever
get the feeling that our love for each other isn't...  complete?  That
because we already love each other as family, we haven't been able to
really fall in love?"
   "No, I can't say that I have.  What are you getting at?"
   Her fingers quivered.  "I need to know if the love I have for you is
real love.  And I don't mean brother-sister love, but pure, unconditional
love."
   "I...  I still don't....  Are you trying to tell me that right now you
don't love me as more than your older brother?  As just family?"
   Ashley spoke quickly, panicky.  "No, no, no, that's not what I'm trying
to say.  I do love you more than that, so much more than you can imagine. I
wouldn't have confessed my feelings to you if there wasn't more to it. 
It's just that I have never been in love before.  I need to make sure the
love I have for you is the kind we both want.  That our sibling bond isn't
disguising what we should truly feel for each other.  I love you hugely as
my brother, but I don't want that kind of love to fill in the gaps for what
real love should be about.
   I think of real love as a puzzle.  Have all the right pieces
together--like trust, and honesty, and sincerity, and compassion--and
you'll have a beautiful picture of two people destined to be together.  We
already have most of the pieces; that's why I can confidently say I love
you as more than my brother.  But what if some of those pieces don't belong
to that puzzle?  What if they belong to a different one, like a puzzle of
two siblings playing tag in the backyard.  We can try to make those pieces
fit, but it won't be the same thing.  It won't be complete, true love. 
Does this make sense to you, Brian?"
   Somehow I understood everything she was telling me, though that didn't
mean I liked what I was hearing.  How could she still have doubts about us?
After all this time, after everything we had been through, I thought what
we were feeling was true love.  Only she could have made me feel the way I
did, and I couldn't imagine spending my life with any other girl.  I knew
Ashley felt the same way about me, but what if she was right about this? 
What if our sibling love was substituting in the missing traits required
for true love?  How would we even know?
   "I think I understand what you're saying, Ash.  I don't I like it, and I
wish you can just forget about it, but...  I understand.  The idea that
maybe we cheated in this relationship because we're already brother and
sister never crossed my mind.  But don't you think that instead of it being
an advantage, it's a disadvantage?  I mean, what we're doing, what we're
feeling, it isn't natural.  It shouldn't be natural.  If you ask me, it has
to be true love for us to be willing to take such risks, to go against what
we've been led to believe.  I'm sure everyone else looking in on us, once
they get past the sibling thing, would think we had one hell of an obstacle
to overcome.
   When I became old enough to realize kissing wasn't so disgusting
anymore, I never dreamt the girl I'd fall in love with would be my own
sister.  I've had a crush on you and all, but it wasn't something I
believed would ever develop beyond that.  The way we fell in love wasn't
what I'd seen in the movies.  We didn't bump into each other in the middle
of the street and it was love at first sight.  We spent eighteen years
together to develop these feelings; love didn't hit us out of nowhere.
   Maybe you're right.  That because we're related by blood, we haven't
developed a complete, romantic relationship.  But even if we've met as
strangers, it'll still take time to fully develop a feeling as complex as
love.  It doesn't happen in one night, or in one week.  Heck, maybe not
even in eighteen years.  All I can really say for sure is that I am
prepared to do whatever it takes, for however long it takes, to make this
work.  You and I both know how much a single night could change our lives,
and if you ask me I think we've gone pretty far in just a week.  Imagine
where we'd be in a month from now."
   I held my sister's hands together, cherishing them as the most precious
treasures in the universe.  If words failed to make her understand me, then
by golly I'd make her understand through physical touch.  She had tried to
read me through my hands, now I was making it as clear as day for her. 
"Ash, does this make sense to you?  Do you underst-"
   "Yes, I do." Ashley threw herself at me, our arms flailing to our sides.
She steered us onto my pillow, her body landing on top.  "I understand you,
everything you've said." She peppered my face with light kisses.  I waved
my head to meet her lips but couldn't reach them with her hands holding me
in place.  To her it must have looked like I was trying to avoid her
feathery kisses instead, and she peppered my face with even more.
   The last kiss was on my forehead.  "I can't believe how complicated this
is, Bry.  I thought that once I took the first step and shared my feelings
with you, everything would fall in place, everything would click and we'd
be a happy couple.  Now I'm realizing this roller coaster ride has just
begun."
   I was starting to realize that too.  "Do you regret us doing this so
soon?"
   "No, never.  I only regret not doing this sooner." Ashley pulled my
blanket over us, leaving solely our faces visible.  Her nipples against my
bare chest, however, reminded me of our state of undress.  "I'm so sorry
for bringing this up.  It probably wasn't the best thing to talk about
after we did in the shower.  Now you're bummed out and won't be able to get
any sleep."
   Always with that sincerity of hers.  "Don't say that.  I'm the one that
should be apologizing; I shouldn't have nagged it out of you.  That's what
happens when I ask too many questions.  But it's weird, though; I'm not
bummed out at all.  In fact, I'm kind of motivated."
   "Moti...  vated?  Why?"
   "Well, if you think we're missing some pieces to real love, then it just
means I have to find those pieces and finish the puzzle.  Next Friday is
our date and I don't want you to have doubts about us during our special
night.  I promise I'll have the puzzle finished by then.  I'll show you
what we have is real.  Starting this second, it'll be my goal to make you
understand that."
   "How can you be so sure?  Have you ever been in love?"
   "I'm in love right now.  I know I am and I'll make sure you know it
too."
   She merrily shook her head.  "Okay, I'll take your word for it.  I trust
you even more than myself."
   "Do you trust me because of sibling love or because of real love?"
   "Real love.  I don't think I could've trusted you with what we did in
the shower if it was the other kind."
   "Good, so that one's piece of the puzzle I don't have to worry about."
   Ashley laughed softly.
   "Hey, a smile.  That's what I want to see more of.  We'll be fine, babe,
I promise that.  There's no reason to let these worries bring us down. 
We'll have time to work things out.  As long as we take the time to open up
and understand each other, we'll be able to handle anything that comes our
way."
   "Yeah, you're right, Bry.  I'll spend a lifetime trying to make this
work if I have to.  You're the only one I want to be with.  As good as
everything is right now, I know there's more waiting for us.  I don't want
to settle for anything less than all we can truly feel for each other."
   "Me neither.  If I'm going to love my baby girl right, I want to love
her with everything I have." With a tender kiss on her nose, I sealed away
her concerns for another night.  She nestled her head in the warmth of my
chest.
   There was still one thing I didn't understand: how was tonight's play
date supposed to have been a test for my sister?  I thought about asking
her but quickly decided against it.  As much as I wanted to help her deal
with this, especially after what we had just discussed, this sounded like
something she had to figure out on her own.  Someday she may have wanted to
tell me, but until then I would rather focus on more important issues, like
where do we go from here.
   "Sis, to make this a little easier on me for next week, what other
pieces can we confirm are a part of real love?"
   Her face rose up from my chest with a recognizable twinkle in her eyes.
"Hmm, there is one very important piece that I know is real." The blanket
stirred as Ashley moved off me.  Hands groped my lower half until the
waistband of my boxers were pulled away.  Those same hands fondled my balls
and gripped my cock, which hadn't completely shrunk since the shower.  "I
think it's my favorite piece: sex."
   Nothing could put a hamper on her appetite for bedroom fun.  "You know
what, babe?  That's my favorite one too."
   She shrugged the blanket off us and tugged away my boxers.  My cock
twitched excitedly between my legs.  Moving closer, she aimed the slit
straight up.  "Does this thing ever stay less than partially hard?"
   The simple fact my sister was naked meant I would be in a constant state
of arousal.  "Not since last week.  Did you expect me to be soft with you
topless in my bed?"
   Her tongue lapped the drop of precum that oozed out.  "After that
blowjob, I thought you might be worn out.  I know my mouth is."
   "Was I too rough?"
   "You weren't rough enough."
   My cock stood tall and proud.  "How much did you enjoy what we did in
the bathroom?"
   "A lot.  It was kind of neat being used like that." Her lips combined to
kiss the underside.
   "'Neat' isn't the word I would use to describe it, and 'used' is such a
strong word.  It makes sound like I was degrading you."
   Her tongue curled around the base and licked to the top, lapping another
dose of precum.  "I don't think it was degrading at all.  It's actually
kind of flattering."
   "Flattering?"
   Two of her fingers disappeared inside her leaking pussy.  "Yeah, that I
can turn someone as shy and dorky as you into a commanding sex fiend.  You
should be flattered too.  It's not every handsome guy I see that makes me
want to do naughty things.  Like worship their cock."
   For one day I wished I could have seen the world through her eyes.  It
sure would have been a lot brighter.
   I settled with watching her fingers saw in and out of her cleft instead.
The world through my eyes was pretty bright too.  "Ashley, what did I tell
you earlier about touching yourself."
   Her fingers stopped moving.  "That I couldn't?"
   "That's right.  The night isn't over yet so you still belong to me."
   She painfully pulled her hand away, though kept her grip on my cock.
   "Now move your cute little butt up here and let me have a taste of you
again."
   Her grimace flipped to an elated smile.  She crawled up to me and turned
around so I could get an eyeful of her butt and pussy.  Swinging her leg
over my head, she lowered herself to my mouth.
   I licked her folds once before she asked, "Can you stick your fingers in
my ass again?"
   If she could have seen how big my smile was at that moment, she would
have warned me my face was going to get stuck that way.  "Sure thing,
babe." I sucked on my right forefinger, getting it wet and slippery, and
poked it into her butt.  There was a bit of resistance as I entered her
anal ring.
   "Mmm, that's nice," she mewled.
   Deliberately I pumped my digit in and out.  Her body swayed to and from
me in a gentle motion.  I felt her breath on my cock head as her tongue
flittered over it.
   With the practice I had been getting on eating pussy, my tongue was
automatic in the way it circled around her ripe labia, occasionally roaming
inside to taste the sweet honey only my darling could produce.  I
concentrated on the finger in her ass, making sure it slid in as
effortlessly as possible.
   From the other end, my cock was getting a warm bath in her saliva.  She
didn't take the length into her mouth, but she did allow her saliva to flow
messily onto it, and between licks she would pelt my cock with thick wads
of spit.  My scrotum and thighs were the unintended targets of a few
projectiles.
   On one instance, she paused to tell me, "Use another finger.  Put two
inside me."
   I wetted my middle finger and shoved it into her butt alongside my
forefinger.  Her anus expanded to accommodate twice the width.
   Ashley's breathing quickened.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh that's tight."
   "Do you want me to pull out?"
   "Leave it in, leave it in.  Twist your fingers, stretch me open."
   I swiveled my fingers like they were a screwdriver, except I could only
spin my wrist one-eighty before having to reverse.  The tautness of her
anus was immense; I had to use all my strength to move my fingers inside of
her.
   As I probed her ass, I set aside her petals with my tongue and tasted
the pink flesh inside.
   "Mmm yes, that's a good pussy-licker.  I love you so much, Tiger.  I'm
always so hot for you.  Lick my cunt, make me cum.  Oooh shit, that's the
spot.  Right there, right there.  Don't stop screwing me with your fingers.
God damn, this feels so heavenly.  You always know how to make me cum so
fucking hard.  I wish I could give blowjobs as good as you eat pussy, but
I'll need lots of practice if I want to get better.  You'll let me practice
on you, won't you?  Let me practice on this beautiful cock of yours.  I
know I can't make it feel as good as my pussy right now, but I'll try to be
a good cocksucker for you.  Just let me know if this is okay..."
   She descended straight down my cock like a sheath.  The head hit the
very back of her mouth before her lips and tongue even touched it.
   The waterworks exploded, but it wasn't from me.  Ashley jerked from my
tongue and cried around my cock in her mouth.  Her ass clenched my fingers,
her juices sprinkled out of her pussy.  I opened wide to gulp the flavorful
cum raining on me.
   I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her down.  As fun as it was
to try and catch every drop with my tongue, I preferred not to waste any.
Closing my mouth over her nether lips, I drank her fluids directly.
   Her orgasm ended sooner than I would have liked.  She let out a lengthy
moan as she withdrew from my rigid member.  "See how hot I am?  I came from
just having your cock in my mouth."
   I licked the last of her sweetness and extracted my fingers from her
chute.  Ashley fumbled off me, her bunny slippers near my head.  I caressed
the entirety of her legs, calming her down from her latest high.  "Had
enough for tonight, babe?"
   "No, you haven't came yet.  I can't leave you like this." She propped
herself up and stroked my cock with the subtlest touch.
   I was more than content with calling it a night, but if she wanted to
take care of my erection, I wouldn't deny her the opportunity.  Ashley kept
her focus on the three inches that appeared over her hand.  She was precise
in her movements: her thumb gently lathered precum over the sensitive head;
her forefinger traced the vein that spiraled around my shaft; her eyes were
keen on the glowing red knob she pointed to herself.  It was as though she
was sizing me up for the first time, except she did it with more attention
than her actual first time.
   "Bry, lie down for me and don't move."
   "Um, I'm already lying down."
   "I mean for what I'm about to do next.  Just don't move, okay?  Let me
take it slowly, at my pace."
   "Okay..." Her soft tone had me curious as to what she wanted to do next.
   Ashley swung her leg across my stomach and squatted over me, putting her
left hand on my chest to support herself.  Looking over her shoulder, she
grabbed my cock in her other hand and pointed it straight up.
   Instantly my eyes magnified, my jaw dropped.  There was no way I was
really seeing this.
   A dream.  That's what this was, a surreal, magnificent dream.  I had
fallen asleep beside my naked sister and now I was dreaming she was easing
herself down; dreaming her shaking hand was guiding me to her entrance;
dreaming my cock clumsily bumped into the membrane separating her anus and
her pussy.
   Wait a minute, this couldn't have been a dream.  I felt that.  I felt
her body, her moisture.  And her hands.  How did I not feel her burning
touch sooner?  This wasn't a dream, this was really happening.
   She winced, her lower lip hidden beneath her teeth, her hazel orbs
hidden beneath her eyelids.  Our organs were barely making any contact yet
she looked to be in more pain than any amount of fingers inside her rear.
Whimpering profusely, she lowered herself onto me with the grace of a baby
taking her first step.
   I held my breath as my cock pushed into her tight hole.  It stretched
open for me, allowing the first inch of my cock to enter my sister.
   I couldn't believe what I was seeing, feeling, and doing.  To think that
I had wanted to go to sleep!  No siree, sleep was the last thing on my mind
now.  I was finally inside my sister...  inside my sister's asshole.
   "Oh my god," she gasped, "you're fucking me.  Your cock is fucking me.
You're fucking my ass."
   Fucking was probably too strong a word to describe what we were doing.
Ashley was as steady as a statue as she grew accustomed to the feeling of
my cock inside of her butt.
   "Oh jeez, Ash, you're so tight," I exhaled.  "This is...  this is
amazing."
   If it felt this amazing with just the first inch inside of her, what
would it have felt like with the whole thing?  Fortunately I didn't have to
wonder for long as she descended down my shaft.  Slowly, strenuously, my
cock disappeared inside of her.  The warm, constricting pressure of her
butt was immense; it felt as thought she could have snapped my cock in two,
like a twig in the hands of a wrestler.
   Ashley squealed as her butt bottomed out on my thighs.  She meditated on
top of me, her anus conforming to the shape of my cock.  Hands on my abs,
she gradually pushed herself upward.  The strong tension coaxed my precum
into her bowel.  She dropped back down to the hilt, almost rubbing the skin
off my cock.
   "Oooh, ow, ow, ow," she sobbed.  "Too fast, I shouldn't have done that."
   I laughed sparingly.  Maybe it was a little mean to poke fun, but with
my baby girl sitting on my cock, nothing could have brought me down from
cloud nine.  "Do you want me to hold you up?"
   "Give me a minute to get used to this.  I've never had anything in my
ass before tonight and now I have your prick up there." She moved halfway
up and slid down gentler than before.  "Holy fuck, how can pornstars stick
ten inch dildos up their asses?"
   I didn't think I'd ever heard Ashley mention "pornstars" and "dildos"
before, much less in the same sentence.  "What do you know about that
subject?" I playfully inquired.
   Keeping with her gentle descents, she seemed to have found a comfortable
pace and rode me in what looked like slow-motion.  "I've watched my fair
share of porn on my laptop."
   This was one subject I had some knowledge on.  "What type of stuff do
you watch?"
   "The good stuff," she squeaked, dropping down fast.  "Oooh, ow, not
ready for that yet."
   Holding Ashley's waist, I tickled her silky smooth skin on the
upstrokes. "Define 'good stuff' for me."
   A small smile hinted on her lips.  "The girl scenes.  Solo with big
toys."
   It was so bizarre talking to my sweet little angel about porn while she
impaled herself on my cock.  Though she had professed she masturbated, I
had no details on how she went about the deed.  "Do you have any toys I
don't know of?"
   With every change of vertical direction, her face altered into a new
visage while her head tilted at a new angle.  "No...  if I did, my ass
wouldn't be so damn tight.  God, your cock is thick."
   I wasn't very into religion, but good Lord it was miracle I didn't cum
yet.  "With the way you give oral and talk sometimes, I figured you'd be
into the raunchier scenes."
   She smirked.  "You really like talking about sex."
   "You might now a thing or two about physics, but I know a few more about
porn."
   "Yet this is a new experience for you, and for me."
   "Knowing isn't quite the same as doing," I admitted.
   "Well, I'm happy I'm your first."
   "I'm happy you're my first too."
   "And I'm also happy you're my first."
   "I'm happy I'm your first too."
   By taking her mind off the physical, Ashley was able to ride me faster
without having to feel the uneasiness of anal entry.  Her ass was now
molded around my member, and she ardently increased her pace.
   In perfect cadence we shared our first taste of sex.  Never could I have
predicted my introduction to the world of carnality be through the
backdoor. Then again many things hadn't been what I expected this past
week. Day after day something had happened that would change my whole
outlook on life, love, my sister, and our future together.  I eagerly
awaited whatever else would come our way.
   "Bry," she gently called, "what are you thinking about right now?"
   "You, us, how much I love you and how insanely lucky I am to have been
blessed with such a beautiful and sexy sister.  And how fricking amazing
this feels.  What about you?"
   There was no sign of discomfort in the way she seductively grinned at
me. "I'm thinking...  I need a good, hard fuck right now."
   "I think I can help you with that." I bent my knees into the air behind
her and held her firmly in my hands.
   Ashley pushed up until only the crown of my cock was inside her.  "Want
me to count it down?"
   "Three..."
   "That was supposed to be a joke."
   "Two," I laughed.
   She let out a comical, exaggerated sigh.  "One."
   Zero.
   It was deja vu all over again--almost.  I pulled her ass to me while I
bucked my hips.  Our bodies slapped together with the sound of a
firecracker igniting.  Just as our flesh made contact, we separated, only
to crash into each other with more intensity than the last.
   Up and down, up and down, Ashley bounced in those two directions
continuously.  Her nipples drew tiny circles in the air, her blonde hair
bobbed over her face.  On the upstrokes her eyes would be shrouded by her
golden bangs; on the downstroke they would be visible through thin strands
of hair.
   My sister mumbled inaudibly as my cock impaled her.  She moved her right
hand from my stomach to her loins, rubbing her protruding clit.  I mimicked
her gesture by moving a hand to her steamy pussy.  I spread her outer lips
apart with my index and middle fingers between them.  Even in the midst of
our fucking, I could see the dark tunnel leading to her womb.
   I turned my palm upright and stuck my middle finger into her.  She
moaned a "fuck yes" as the tempo of her anal fucking and pussy fingering
increased.  She bounced wildly on my cock, her hand a blur on her clit, her
hair an untamed mane.
   I extended my forefinger and let her drop onto it along with my middle
finger.  She mumbled louder in a subdued scream.  "Ah fuck yeah, fuck my
ass with your hard prick.  Oh god, it feels so good, so fucking big.  Fill
my ass, Tiger, fill it with your hot cum.  I want to feel your cum
trickling down my legs when I sleep tonight.  C'mon, Tiger, give me what I
want.  Give me your cum.  I know I didn't swallow all of it when you fucked
my mouth."
   Ashley and I needed to have a serious talk the following
morning--assuming we could even wake up before the sun set again.  New pet
names were in order because with the way my sister was riding my cock and
growling obscenities, I should have been the one calling her a tiger.
   "Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass.  Long and deep, Tiger.  All the way in, get
your cock nice and cozy in there.  Every night from now on, we don't sleep
until you deposit a big load up my ass."
   It was futile to block out her vulgarity.  Her vocal cords provided a
more powerful aphrodisiac than any glimpse of skin.  "Ashley, what are
you...  fuck, I'm going to cum soon."
   "Mmm, pound your cock into my ass.  My ass is only here for you.  It's
only good for milking your fat cock until you shoot your gooey cum in me.
Let me feel it, let me feel your cum.  I know you want to cum inside your
baby sister's ass.  I bet you want to pump me full of your cum more than I
do.  So come on, hurry up and give me your cum.  The sooner you cum inside
me, the sooner you can cum inside me a second time."
   The things she were spouting were enough to drive any sane man mad with
desire.  Sailors would have blushed red in the cheeks at her perverse
words; grown men would have tented their pants at her sultry voice;
first-timers to sex like me would have lost all control of their
inhibitions.
   I slammed Ashley down hard onto my crotch as my cock erupted like a
mighty volcano, coating her inner walls with my white hot lava.  She
yelped, smiled lewdly, gyrated her hips against me.  As my cum filled her
anus, her body suddenly froze, all except for the hand abusing her clit in
vicious fury.
   "Oooh fuuuck, I'm cumming," Ashley howled.
   In coinciding orgasms we unleashed every ounce of our sex fluids.  I
sprayed her innards with my sperm as she sprayed my stomach with her
juices. Her anal muscles clenched my cock tighter in the throes of her
climax, nearly stemming the flow of cum surging out of me.
   I'd supplied her ass with a handful of thick, creamy bursts when I felt
the remainder of my spunk dribbling out.  Ashley, calming down from her
orgasmic high, fell forward onto my chest.  She nestled her head into my
neck, breathing deeply onto my skin.  Her hair was splayed over my lower
face, tickling my chin and lips.  She slid her arms beneath my body,
hugging me snugly.
   I caressed the curvature of her back.  My right hand, wet, left a trail
of clear fluid on her skin; my left hand, dry, rubbed it in.  I could feel
my cum residing in her ass, bottled up by my cock.
   "That was amazing," she whispered.  "I never knew anal could feel that
good.  I should have been sticking things up my ass years ago."
   I didn't know whether I should've been feeding her hunger or finding
another way to sate her lust.  "Ash, I don't mean this in a bad way, but do
you listen to the stuff you say when we're having sex?"
   "You mean my smutty talk?  Of course I listen to myself; I like the way
I sound.  It makes me feel like a sex goddess or a kinky nymphomaniac. 
Why, does it weird you out?"
   Maybe a little.  "No way, I love it.  It's just strange hearing it come
from you when the worst I ever heard you swore before last week was a 'what
the hell.'"
   "You've uncaged the sexual predator within me, Tiger.  I can't help it
if I get a little carried way." She let out the most fearsome growl a baby
kitten could make.  "I wonder what my friends would think of me if they
knew how much I crave sex."
   "I wonder what anyone would think of you if they knew.  During the day,
you're everyone's favorite ray of sunshine; at night, you're my favorite
little nymphet."
   "I can be your favorite nymphet during the daytime too."
   "Oh-ho, don't worry.  I haven't forgotten about your antics from earlier
this week." As those adventures replayed in my head, I could feel a growing
wetness between our bodies.  "Are your friends really fond of me?"
   Her face obstructed my view of the ceiling.  "Very," she boldly replied.
   "Since when did I become a stud?"
   "You're not a stud.  You're just everything a girl can want in a guy."
   "Yuck, why would I want to be that?"
   "Oh shut up." Her pliant lips personally tended to the task of keeping
my trapper shut.
   Assuming the kiss would seal the end of our night, I reached behind her
to lift her off me.  Ashley immediately broke the kiss and halted my hands.
"Wait, don't move.  What are you doing?"
   Startled by her urgency, I sputtered, "I'm trying to take my penis out
of you."
   "But you're still hard.  Leave it in."
   Semi-hard to be exact.  "You want to sleep with us like this?"
   "Who said anything about sleep?  Don't you want to do this again?"
   Why did I keep forgetting how insatiable her sex drive was?  "You
weren't kidding when you said the sooner I cum, the sooner I can do it a
second time."
   She nodded her head sideways.  "Nope, I don't kid.  I'm all serious
business, mister.  Especially when it comes to sex."
   In less than a second, my dick enlarged to its normal, horny self.
   "Oh wow, that was so cool," Ashley giggled.  "I felt you harden inside
of me.  Do you want me-" I bear-hugged her and rolled us onto her back. 
"-on top," she finished.  "Whew, I guess that answers it for me."
   I spread her legs to either side with her knees bent.  Leaning over my
sister, I gripped her tiny waist and pulled out three-quarters of my
length, noting the thin white lines that streaked my shaft.  I slowly
pushed back into her cum-filled hole.  A nasty sloshing sound seeped out.
   "Ohhh yeah," my sister writhed.  " Plow your cock into my ass.  Make
your cum froth inside your baby sister."
   It had been a week after the massage that initiated our descent--or
should I say, ascent--into depravity, yet I didn't think I could ever get
used to her sordid language.  I did know, however, it never failed to turn
me on, and as she spouted her profane fuck-me's and provocative moans, I
took full advantage of the hot piece of ass my cock was spearing.  On each
plunge my thighs slapped against her with a resounding clap, her sticky
anus squishing around my cock.  I balanced my strokes with powerful stabs
and lazy retreats.
   Ashley placed her hands on my pecs.  Her delicate fingers grazed my
nipples as she explored my chest.  "Your skin is so smooth, Bry."
   I grunted between words as I hammered into her.  "Sometimes I borrow
your lotions when I shower.."
   She laughed heartily at my revelation.  "You like the smell of rosemary
and mint?  We need to get you something a little manlier."
   "Sounds good to me," I exhaled, speeding up my thrusts.
   Ashley traipsed her fingers to the back of my neck and yanked me down to
her.  I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, indulging in the delights only
her expert tongue could give me.  Our saliva swapped mouths, our noses
bumped together.  She wrapped her legs around me, her ass rising an inch
off the bed.  I penetrated downward with the aid of gravity, utilizing my
weight to fuck my sister.
   "Pound that ass," she heavily breathed.  "Screw it for what it's worth."
   I routed my energy to my quickly tiring legs.  The magnitude of my
orgasms had wracked my body, but her whimpers and mewls fueled me with what
I needed to sustain my momentum.  As my muscles worked overtime, Ashley
pawed at my neck and squeezed me within her pincer-like legs as though she
wanted me to slow down while still fucking her senseless.
   The periodic slaps of our dirty lovemaking filled the peaceful summer
air.  The friction of her anus rubbing my cock raw skyrocketed me to new
heights of sensual euphoria.  In five short minutes I was prepared to cum
once more.  I announced it to her.
   "Make it a good one, Tiger.  I want to fell your cum pouring from my
asshole when you pull out."
   I slammed into my sister thrice before the floodgates opened.  I roared
as her bowel became overloaded with my cum, the resulting pressure
threatening to push my cock out.  But I didn't falter and I continued to
pump her during my ejaculation.
   "Fuck yes, fuck yes, keep screwing me," she chanted.  "Oh god, keep
cumming in me."
   Her body quivered, her pussy gushed.  An indescribable passion hijacked
her nerves.  I found her clit and rubbed it in circles, assisting my sister
in achieving another orgasm.  "Cum for me, baby, cum all over your
brother."
   Something in her mind cracked and she ferociously plummeted us onto my
back while still impaled on my cock.  She rocked her hips, tempting my
final drops of semen as her pussy covered my abs in a shiny sheen of her
juices.
   The pangs of our orgasms faded abruptly.  Ashley collapsed onto me, my
hands the only things preventing our heads from colliding.  Draining me of
all my cum had drained all the energy from her; she reacted very little
when I transferred her lifeless body to a comfy pillow.  No longer pinned
to the bed, I took the liberty to savor the wondrous elixir she had left on
my waist.
   "I want to taste some cum, too," she weakly said beside me on her
stomach.
   I brought my fingers to her mouth.  She cleaned them off with small,
gentle licks.  "Mmm...  thank you, Brian.  But what I really want to taste
is your cum.  I can feel it dripping out my ass.  Take a look at it for
me."
   Bubbles oozed out of her anus; white rivulets streamed down her labia; a
greasy puddle accumulated beneath her pussy.
   "You plugged it up good, didn't you, Tiger?"
   "You can say something like that." I dipped two fingers into the mess.
"Are you sure you want to taste my cum, considering where it came from?"
   "You cleaned the inside of my ass, didn't you?  I felt like I was peeing
out of it when you were cleaning me."
   "Okay, if you say so.  Open your mouth for me." Ashley sucked on my
fingers, similar to that of a baby sucking on their own thumb.  "So, how
does it taste?"
   My fingers popped from her mouth.  "It's still yummy," she smiled.
   "No other weird flavors you can detect?"
   She nodded against the pillow.
   "Okay, I'll get some more you."
   For the next two minutes, I alternated dipping my fingers into the
puddle and into her mouth.  When only a dark stain lingered on my blue
sheets, I poked my pinky into her anus for more cum to feed her with.  She
flinched at the intrusion.
   "Had enough cum for tonight, babe?"
   "Mm-hmm.  Leave the rest in there for me."
   "Sure thing, but at least let me dry the outside of your bum."
   Her stray towel hung over the side of the bed.  I used it to wipe away
the smudges adhering to her skin.  As I wiped the membrane separating her
two holes, more cum dribbled out of her butt.  I wiped that away too. 
Finished, I sat elevated, proud I had fucked for the very first time.
   Ashley reveled in her first a different way.  She lay exhausted on my
bed, eyes half-closed, deep breaths through her lips, her body glistening
in sweat.  It looked like she was comatose.
   "Sis, can you get up?" Her eyes closed completely.  "I guess not," I
muttered.
   Hmm, this was going to be tricky.  I couldn't possibly let my sister
sleep naked in my bed.  She still had on her pink bunny slippers, but our
parents probably wouldn't consider that a suitable amount of clothing.  I
thought about carrying her to her room, but maybe she intentionally fell
asleep on my bed because she wanted to spend the night with me.  I wanted
to spend the night with her too, and contemplated on pulling the
cum-stained blanket over us and getting some shuteye.
   I deliberated on my choices and ultimately chose to find some clothes
for her and let her stay with me, setting aside the issue with mom and dad.
Dressed in boxers I tiptoed down the hallway to her room and flipped her
light switch on.
   I remembered which drawer contained her unmentionables, so I happily
started with that one.  It'd been a couple of days since I scoured her
panties, and the colorful assortment seemed wonderfully new again.  My eyes
noticed a scrunched up ball of white hiding in the back corner.  I snatched
it and pinched the sides apart, smiling to myself at what I was holding.
   It was so simple and clean, yet I had never seen her wear it before.  I
closed the drawer, taking the underwear with me, and headed to her large
two-door closet.  Most of the clothes inside it were dressy--definitely not
things someone would comfortably wear to sleep.  I skimmed my way down the
aisle of tees, sweaters, and other tops to a small hanging shelf near the
end.
   "Here we go, this would do," I thought out loud, grabbing the article of
clothing.  "And so will this." I leaned lower to grab some more.
   I returned to my room and spotted Ashley in the same position I had left
her in.  I gently rolled her onto her back, removed her slippers, and
lifted her legs up one at a time to put on her underwear.  Then, leaning
her against my shoulder, I slipped on her loose, sleeveless top.  She
yawned into my neck but remained deeply asleep.  To finish dressing up my
doll, I eased her down and rolled a cotton sock over each foot, followed by
her slippers.
   Good golly, did my sleeping beauty look adorable: half her legs were
covered in white knee-high socks with fuzzy pink bunnies at her feet; her
private area was concealed by a white cotton panty; and her upper body was
clothed in a white cotton tank top that left her midriff bare.  Ashley
looked mind-numbingly cute, and considering what we had done minutes ago,
wildly sexy at the same time.  If it weren't for her voluptuous curves, she
would have looked like she was starting high school instead of college.
   I draped the soiled blanket over us.  The following week was going to be
one heck of a whopper, and I'd need all the rest I could get if I was going
to make her understand our love was genuine.  I cuddled right beside her,
sniffing her hair so a smell more pleasant than our cum would inhabit my
sweet dreams.  "Good night, Ashley," I whispered, drifting off to sleep.
   "Good night, Bry."
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