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 Title: Ashley Ch.  06
Summary: Week of preparations lead to a night for siblings.
Keywords: fic,inc
   Chapter 6: Future
   "Big sis, can you pass me the corn?" the sprightly Nicole asked.
   "Here ya go, lil' sis." Ashley handed over a plate of buttered corncobs
to our younger sibling.  "Can I get anything else for you?"
   "Nope.  Thanks a lot," the youngster said.
   "Honey, you really outdid yourself with this beef meatloaf," my father,
Richard, complimented.
   My mother, Helena, replied, "It's grandma's recipe with my own personal
flair.  A pinch of pepper here, a bit of cilantro there."
   The Stafford family was gathered around the dining room table on a warm
Sunday night, enjoying a rare dinner where everyone had lent a hand in
preparations.  Over a large bowl of beef salad, plate of beef meatloaf, and
side dishes of non-beef corn and baked potatoes, my parents, sisters, and I
conversed about everything a typical family would converse about.  We
didn't spend too much time chatting, though, since a rich, creamy
cheesecake was calling our names.
   Slicing into the cherry-topped dessert, dad announced, "Your Uncle Vince
and soon-to-be-Aunt Sophie invited your mother and me to go dancing with
them this Friday evening.  They want to have a last night out together with
friends and family before their wedding next week.  Since we're not really
into the club scene, I told them we're going to have to pass, but the
invitation is extended to you two, Ashley and Brian.  If you kids don't
have anything booked for Friday, I think it'd be a great idea for you to
get to know a little more about your future aunt."
   I glanced over at Ashley.  Her face, which had been glowing in
anticipation of digging into a delicious cake, quickly turned into a
worried frown.  She glanced back at me, seeing a similar frown on my face.
   What could have had us so concerned all of a sudden?  It was a simple
explanation.  Friday night was supposed to be the night Ashley and I would
finally go on our date, the night that neither of us were supposed to ever
forget.  I was to sweep my sister off her feet and give her the most
mind-blowing romantic sex of our young lives.  I was to make her scream my
name over and over again as we fucked to our hearts' content.  Then I was
to make her shudder in one blissful orgasm after another until her sexy
body couldn't take it anymore and she passed out in my arms.
   At least, that's how I'd envisioned our date would end.
   Okay, so the explanation wasn't that simple, especially to our parents,
but the possibility of having to postpone an evening the two of us had been
looking forward to for so long had our faces turning white as a ghost.
   Ashley was the first to take charge of the situation.  Well, more like
timidly express her concerns.
   "This Friday?  Daddy, as much as I love dancing and as fun as that
sounds, I already have something else planned."
   Dad handed her a piece of cake.  "Something with your friends again? 
I'm sure they'll understand if you have a change of plans."
   Her hands were trembling as she accepted the small plate.  "No, that's
not it.  It's kind of important to me.  I've been waiting forever for it."
   Dad continued to slice into the cake for the rest of the family. 
"Important, huh?  How come I haven't heard anything about this so-called
important evening?"
   "I wanted to keep it a secret.  Until Friday, I mean, when I tell you
where I'm going."
   "A secret?  You're not doing anything I wouldn't approve of, are you?"
   "No, nothing like that.  It's just kind of embarrassing."
   He started to smile.  "I can see that.  Your face is starting to turn
redder than the cherry on your cheesecake.  Let me take a guess.  It
involves a really cute boy?"
   Ashley's blush radiated from her cheeks.  "Y-yes...  someone's asked me
on a date."
   Dad's mouth curled to a full-blown smile.  He turned to mom who had a
smile just as wide.  "Don't keep it a secret any longer," he excitedly
said. "Give us a name, tell us what he's like.  You've been inside the
house the entire summer; where'd you meet him?"
   Ashley dropped her fork onto her plate.  "Daddy!  Calm down, please! 
You're not making this easy for me."
   The old man couldn't keep his voice down and his arms still.  "I'm so
sorry, sweetie.  It's just that I can't remember the last time you've been
out with a boy.  In fact, I don't think you've ever been out on a date. 
This will be your first, won't it?"
   Ashley was speechless.
   That split second pause had our parents' faces glowing like the Las
Vegas strip.  They spoke together at a mile a minute.  "Sweetie, this is
great news.  You're going out on your first date." "Where's he taking you
and how long you will be out for?" "Don't be afraid to say no if he starts
making you feel uncomfortable." "Wait a minute, he's not an older man, is
he?"
   "Daddy!  Mom!  This is exactly why I wanted to keep this a secret."
   Dad lowered his tone a notch, though it was still louder his normal
volume.  "Okay, okay, we'll be quiet about your date now.  I'm just so
happy for our little girl.  You've grown up to be such an attractive woman
and it's great to finally see you pursue a love interest.  If you need
anything for your date, tell your mother and me and we'll do whatever we
can to help."
   "Okay...  thanks daddy, thanks mom."
   Dad quickly turned to me.  "How about you, Brian.  Have anything planned
for this Friday?"
   With the embarrassment Ashley had just endured, I wanted to be as
straightforward as possible.  No point in hiding something I would have to
reveal eventually.  "As a matter of fact, I'm also going to be a little
busy that day."
   "A night out with the guys?  I didn't know they already returned home
from their vacations and studies."
   "My friends are still doing their own things for another couple weeks.
Friday won't involve them."
   A familiar smile reappeared on dad's face.  "In that case, let me take
another guess.  Does it have anything to do with a girl?"
   "Yep, sure does.  I have a date for this Friday night too."
   Dad leaned back in his seat, blown away by the sudden revelations. 
"Wow, our two college kids with dates on the same night.  What are the
chances of that?  Is this new girl prettier than Diana?"
   "A lot prettier than her.  Reminds me of a younger version of mom."
   My mother clapped her hands together with a small laugh.  "Really?  If
that's true, then I can see why you're attracted to her.  Guess this means
I'll have to call Vince and tell him none of us will be going dancing with
him.  Such a shame, really.  I would love to see which bone my brother
breaks this time on the dance floor."
   After I was asked a few more questions about my date, all of which I had
been asked before, the family finished dessert and parted ways to go about
our nightly routines.  My parents, with work the following morning, were
the first to head to bed.  Nikky, tired from her friend's birthday party
earlier that afternoon, was next to hit the hay.  That left Ashley and me
with the rest of the house to ourselves.  Cutting short the movie we were
watching in the living room, we retreated to my bedroom.
   There was one major topic we needed to get off our chests and we wasted
no time in going over it.
   Cuddled in my arms, Ashley asked, "Is it okay if mom and dad know about
our date?  I don't like lying to them.  I know sometimes I joke about what
we're doing behind their backs but I would never want to lose their love
and respect."
   I pulled my blanket over our half-naked bodies.  "I don't like lying to
them either, but we haven't really done anything wrong.  We told them we're
going out on a date this Friday, which we are, and you said you were asked
out by a boy, which you were.  I said my date is prettier than my last one,
which is completely true, and that she reminds me a younger version of mom,
which you do.  So far we're being perfectly honest."
   "Just because we're not lying doesn't mean we're being honest." She
sincerely squeezed my hands, sighed into my neck.  "Maybe we should
cancel."
   If it weren't for her holding me down, I would have sprung off my bed
and hit the ceiling.  "What?  Why?  Don't you still want to do this?"
   "I do.  I really, really do.  But...  I'm scared.  What if we get
caught?"
   Getting caught was a fear I had been facing every day since our
relationship blossomed.  At times Ashley acted so fearless about our
relationship that I found it difficult to believe she had the same
concerns.
   "I'm scared of that too.  It'd take one heck of an explanation to clear
up what we're doing to mom and dad.  But it's worth it, isn't it?  What we
have together, isn't it worth the risk of getting caught?  It's not like
we're doing something crazy like getting married."
   "It is worth it.  You're worth it.  But I don't want to have to risk
anything.  It's possible for us to love each other without having to hurt
anyone."
   "Ashley, we're not hurting anyone.  No one knows about us or the things
we're doing.  What other people don't know can't hurt them."
   Solemnly, my sister said, "I guess we could keep this a secret for a
while longer." She rolled over to glance at my bedside clock.  "It's
getting late.  I'll need plenty of rest for my jog with Lilly tomorrow
morning.  I don't want to wake up tired and make a bad first impression."
   "Sure thing, sis." I shared with her a small parting kiss.  "Have a good
night's sleep."
   "You too, Brian.  I love you."
   "I love you, Ash."
   She quietly got up from my bed.  The smile she wore on the way out of my
room wasn't the cheeriest one I had seen from her.
   For some reason, I had a feeling that night didn't end as well as it
should have.
   * * * Monday * * *
   As I struggled that Sunday evening to fall asleep, I resolved to make up
for our less-than-stellar discussion by surprising Ashley the following
morning with a delicious breakfast to jumpstart her day.  I was positive a
big plate of French toast, scrambled eggs, and sausages would be a surefire
way to get back on my sister's good side.  She knew I wasn't much of an
early bird so even a small gesture like waking up early would be greatly
appreciated.
   Unfortunately things didn't turn out the way I had hoped.  When I was
setting my alarm the previous night, I mistakenly set my clock to ring at
six at night instead of the morning.  I woke up to the peaceful banging on
my door, courtesy of Nicole.
   "Bry," she called from what sounded like miles away, "can you drop me
off at Marsha's house?  We're going to Raging Rapids water park and I need
to be at her house in twenty minutes.  Mom and dad already said it was okay
for me to go."
   I rubbed my heavy eyelids open, the shining sun making it tough to keep
them up.  "What time is it?"
   "Nine o'clock." The young tyke entered my room and hopped onto my bed.
"Can you take me now or not?"
   "Yeah, I guess I can.  Did you see Ashley this morning?"
   "Yep.  We ate cereal together before her friends came over to pick her
up.  She left around eight."
   "Eight?  She was supposed to leave at seven." I tumbled out of bed and
groped for some decent clothes to put over my plain white shirt and
pinstripe boxers.  "Give me a sec to get dressed and I'll drop you off."
   My errand of taking my youngest sister to her friend's place whittled
away only ten minutes of my day.  I arrived home to an empty house,
something of a rarity that summer.  With no kid sister to baby-sit and no
adult sister to get play with, I booted up my computer and spent the rest
of the morning catching up on my spam emails.
   I was purging my inbox full of Viagra ads when I heard the front door
open and a cluster of feminine voices, which signaled the long-awaited
arrival of my beloved Ashley.  I couldn't make out what she and her friends
were saying but I did recognize a lot of girlish giggling.
   It was a minute later when I heard the door finally close.  I got up
from my desk, eager to rush out and welcome my sister with a great big hug
and kiss.  I made it halfway through the hallway when I heard her soothing
voice, but stopped going any further when I heard another.  Apparently
Ashley didn't come in alone.
   Backpedaling to my desk, I listened keenly to discern who the mystery
friend might be.
   "Hey Nat, just wait in my room.  I'm going to say hi to my brother."
   "Hold on, I want to say to hi to him too."
   My computer had just finished loading up some software--needed to make
sure I looked busy, after all--when my sister and the raven-haired Natalia
poked their heads into my room.
   "Hi Brian," they said together.  "What'cha doing?"
   Even in sweaty tank tops and dirty sneakers the girls were very easy on
the eyes.  Ashley's blonde locks were tied up in two cute pigtails, while
Natalia had her black hair in a long braided ponytail.  Ashley's shirt was
a golden yellow and her running shorts a clear white, while Natalia wore
the same colors but were switched between her top and bottom.  The two
looked more like sisters than just good friends.  Even their bodies
appeared to be of a similar build: same height, same smooth legs, same slim
waist, and possibly the same cup size.
   "Hey sis, hey Natalia.  I didn't hear you two come in.  I just got back
from dropping off Nicole at her friend's house so I'm not doing much of
anything right now."
   "Right, and now you're going to sit in front of your computer for the
next ten hours playing that silly game of yours like you've done all
summer," Ashley mocked.
   Truthfully I'd been playing less that entire summer than a single day
during the school year, but I figured she was ensuring our little secret
stayed a secret from her best friend by pretending our days were filled
with anything but incestuous sex.
   "You know dragons and ogres don't kill themselves.  If I don't spend
half my days slaying hundreds of monsters, who will?"
   My witty joke failed to elicit any response.  I noticed the girls were
peculiarly gazing around my tech-filled room.  I assumed they were here to
say more than just hi.
   "You two want to come in?"
   Natalia glanced at my sister who merely shrugged her shoulders.  They
approached to either side of me.
   Sitting down on a stool, Natalia asked, "What game do you play?"
   "An online role-playing game, World of Warcraft.  Ever heard of it?"
   "Heard of it?  I play it.  Well, used to.  I'm starting to play some
other stuff like COD.  and UT."
   "Wow, you're into FPS games?  I used to play CS years ago but my
reflexes were never any good for it.  Now I play MMO's like WOW and EQ."
   In a span of thirty seconds, Natalia and I proceeded to name off a dozen
abbreviations and acronyms.  It was a neat change of pace talking about one
of my favorite hobbies to someone who doesn't say "dude" at the end of
every sentence or takes great pride in their burping ability.  My friends
were the friendliest and smartest people I knew but they were, to put it
bluntly, guys.  Natalia possessed their gaming knowledge without the
stereotypes that went along with it.
   She and I had gone through the entire alphabet when Ashley rose up from
her chair.
   "As much fun as it is having no clue what you guys are talking about, I
think I'm going to head to my room and start eating before our food gets
cold.  Have fun talking about your RTS's or whatever."
   Ashley marched away and slammed my door shut, despite my protests to
have her stay.  I didn't mean to exclude her from our chit-chat, but if she
had given her friend the impression I was into this stuff, then I thought
it'd be a good idea to follow through with it.
   There was another reason, however, why I wanted my sister to stay in the
room with me.  The tiny, dark-haired girl I was now alone with supposedly
had a secret of her own, one that Ashley somehow knew about.  Whether it
was supposed to have remained a secret or not, Ashley had told me what it
was.  I brushed it off as a tease at the time, but if there was some truth
to it, then the situation I was in was one I wanted to escape from right
away.
   I backed away from my desk.  "Can you excuse me for a bit?  I think I
should see if my sister's okay."
   Before I could make haste out of the thorny predicament, Natalia
ensnared my hands.  "Wait, don't go.  I want to talk to you.  Privately."
   Crap, my sister had really told me the truth.  She really meant it when
she said Natalia had a crush on me.
   Given any other circumstance, I wouldn't have been sweating out of every
pore.  I was treading into dangerous water with no way of getting out. 
Natalia was one of Ashley's best friends and if I wasn't careful with what
I say to her, I could drastically affect their whole friendship.  This
couldn't end well.
   I tried to come up with a boring topic fast.  "Oh, I remember now.  You
wanted me to help you build a new computer.  I can set up a wish list for
you and--"
   "Brian, that's not what I want to talk to you about.  It's a little
personal." Natalia tugged on my hand until I was seated back in my chair.
She leaned forward, unaware I could see down her top.  "What are your plans
for this Friday?"
   Natalia wasn't sounding like the same demure girl I went to the mall
with a few days ago.  Once passive and shy, she was now assertive, bold,
and...  asking me out?  That was the only conclusion my befuddled brain
could come up with.
   "I'm sort of, um, busy." I leaned back in my chair to build space
between us, but Natalia leaned forward to close the gap.  "I have something
planned for that night."
   "I know you do." She finally released my hand and sat upright.  "Brian,
I know about your date this Friday.  That's why I'm asking what your plans
are.  Specifically for your date, I mean."
   Natalia kept throwing one curveball after another.  How the heck did she
know about something like that?  The only people who knew about the date
lived in the same house as Ashley and me.  My parents and Nicole obviously
couldn't have told her, so it must have been Ashley.  But why?
   I replied vaguely.  "A dinner at a nice restaurant, something fun to do
right after maybe.  Did Ashley tell you about my date?"
   "Yeah, she did.  She was really jumpy to tell me about it."
   "Why would she tell you about my date?"
   "Isn't it her date too?"
   "Her...  date?  What exactly did she tell you about this Friday?"
   "Not much.  Only that you're taking her out for dinner and you have a
surprise for her.  So c'mon, give me the details.  Maybe I can help you
with your date.  Ashy is one my closest friends and I really want to make
sure she has a great time."
   "You don't find it weird or gross that I'm taking my sister out on a
date?"
   "No way, why would I think that?  I think it's very sweet you want to
spend more time with your sister, and it's cool she wants to spend more
time with you.  There's nothing weird about two siblings just wanting to
have a fun night together.  It's not like this is a real date, right?"
   "Yeah...  right.  Like I said, I sort of just have a dinner and
something else for after it planned.  Not really sure what that something
is, though.  To be honest I'm still grasping at straws for ideas."
   "Well, Ashy's not a hard girl to please.  Don't worry, I'm sure you'll
come up with something you'll both have fun doing.  What's really important
is having something worthwhile to talk about.  You two could be eating
dinner at a hotdog stand and still have a good time if you enjoy each
other's company.  What do you plan on talking to her about?"
   "I haven't really thought about that.  I mean, Ashley's only my sister.
We'll probably talk about the same stuff we do every day."
   "Brian, Brian, Brian," she repeated in a condescending tone, "you can't
do that.  It's not every day you get to take your sister out on a date for
just the two of you.  Talk to her about things you don't normally talk
about.  Serious things that would really impress her.
   I wondered how Natalia became such a dating expert.  "Can you give me
any ideas?  This is pretty new to me.  Like you said, it's not every day we
get to do this."
   Smiling, Natalia got up and began pacing my room.  "Talk about her
dreams, her hopes, her aspirations.  Talk about her future.  Ashy's always
telling the other girls and me how she wants her life to turn out, like how
she wants to be a world-renowned physicist with a beach house and four
kids. Sometimes Lilly and Aly make fun of her for her crazy fantasies, but
I think it's because they're jealous of how passionate she can be about it.
But, there is one thing Ashy is more passionate about than her dreams.  Do
you want to know what that is?"
   Natalia returned to her seat.  Her emerald green eyes established strong
contact with me.  "It's you, Brian.  Ashy constantly talks about you and
everything you've done for her.  Did you know that before she told us you
were her brother, we all assumed you were her boyfriend?  None of us
believed her when she told us the truth about your relationship.  We
thought she was lying about it so we would stop teasing her.  It didn't
help that some of the things Ashy had said about you were more than a
little sisterly.  But one day she finally showed us a photo of you two
together from when you were in grade school and it was enough to convince
us you guys were related.  Though that didn't stop us from teasing her
about it."
   She giggled lightly, the memory fresh in her mind.  "I'm sure you don't
talk to your friends about Ashy as much as she talks about you but don't
let her think that on Friday night.  Get inside her head.  Let her know
you're interested in what she has to say about her life.  Since you're her
brother, remember to bring up her life with you too.  I know she's
interested in whatever you have to say, and I can tell you're both going to
be together for a very long time.  Got all that, Brian?"
   In the five minutes I was alone with Natalia, I had gone through the
entire emotion spectrum.  What started out as awkward and confusing ended
up being intimate and meaningful.  Some of the things Natalia said were
things Ashley had already told me, but to hear them again from the mouth of
a good friend reaffirmed the truthfulness of everything my sister
confessed. There was no doubt in my mind that the love Ashley felt for me
was deeply rooted.  Despite her inner struggle to deal with her love for me
as her brother and soul mate, her heart had already found the answer.
   I suddenly felt at ease with this girl I barely knew.  Although I was
still afraid of the possibility of the world finding out the truth about
Ashley and me, there was no sense of urgency to hide anything from the kind
girl sitting in front of my very eyes.  In an odd way, I almost wanted her
to know the truth so I would have someone to confide in.  Not even my best
friends had that privilege.
   "I...  I don't know what to say, Natalia.  How do you come up with all
this?"
   "I'm really not sure of that myself." She leaned forward again.  Her
hand settled on my knee.  "I know I come off as a little quiet and shy, but
with you it's very easy to open up.  I guess it's because Ashy talks about
you so much that you feel like a brother to me too.  I'm an only child so I
don't know what it feels like to have a sibling.  Ashy, Aly, and Lilly are
the closest people I have to sisters and you...  you just promise me you'll
think about what I said."
   "Yeah, I promise.  Thanks."
   "You're welcome.  But call me by what my friends do, Natty.  Though I
prefer Nat; Natty makes me sound neat and proper."
   "Okay, sure thing.  But only if you call me Bry."
   "You got it, Bry."
   As if to commemorate our newly-formed friendship, three loud knocks
struck my door.
   "Natty," Ashley called, opening my door, "if you don't come to my room
in the next two minutes, I can't guarantee there'll be any fries and
nuggets left for you."
   "I'll be right over.  Brian--I mean, Bry--was just helping me pick the
final parts for my new PC." Her back to the door, Natalia secretly winked
at me.
   "Aww, that's so nice of you, big brother.  You're welcome to eat with us
too if you're hungry."
   "All right, let me log off and I'll be there in a sec."
   After the girls left and I sprayed myself with some deodorant, I strayed
past Ashley's bedroom to the kitchen to grab three sodas.  I looped back to
her room, and saw as I entered that the girls had changed out of their
workout tops into fresh, colorful tees.  I recognized the rainbow shirt
Natalia was wearing as one of Ashley's, which confirmed just how similar
their builds are.  They were sprawled on their stomachs on the bed with two
plates of finger foods between them while watching the boob tube.
   With no room on the mattress, I took a seat on the floor at the foot of
the bed.  "For a couple of girls who just finished a workout, don't you
think it's a little unhealthy to be snacking on oily fries and nuggets?"
   Two fries pelted my head from behind.
   Ashley explained, "We only work out so we can eat this stuff without
getting fat.  We're not trying to be supermodels or win any beauty
pageants." Ironically, they would have won first and second if they did. 
"Those sodas for us?"
   "Yup, sure are." I handed over my two extra sodas.  In return, Ashley
handed me a jumbo-sized carton of fries.
   The next hour was a wholesome affair as we finished watching whatever it
was we were watching.  None of us were really paying attention to it since
we were soon conversing about random things.  The girls had a relaxing way
about them that made it very easy for me to be myself.  I had no problems
talking with Ashley when we're alone, but add another person to the mix and
I become more conscious with what I say.  But even with Natalia in the
room, I didn't feel the need to evaluate my every response.  Words flowed
out of my mouth and laughter flowed out of theirs.
   It was noon when Natalia announced she had to head home.
   "Need a ride?" I offered, standing at our front door.
   Making her way across our stone walkway, she said, "I think I can walk
home from here.  It's kind of breezy and nice right now.  You can even hear
the birds chirping."
   I couldn't quite hear the birds but she was spot-on about the breeze. 
My body readily absorbed the warm, soothing wind.  Most of the warmth came
from my sister, who stood beside me with an arm around my waist.
   Ashley waved goodbye to her friend.  "Bye Natty, see you soon.  Awesome
job today."
   "Thanks, you too.  Bye Ashy, bye Bry."
   "See you later, Nat.  Thanks for your help."
   Natalia nodded affirmingly and continued on her way.
   Once she was out of earshot range, Ashley quizzically said, "Thanks?  I
thought you were supposed to be helping her."
   I smiled down at my baby girl.  "Natalia is quite a talker when she gets
going."
   "She opened up to you, huh?  I knew she would.  You're very easy to chat
with."
   "I was just thinking that about you two."
   Ashley stepped between the door and me, kicking it shut.  "Guess what,
Bry."
   "A number between one and ten?"
   "No, you dummy.  Take a look around."
   I was definitely looking, though not necessarily around.  Leaning
against the door, her hair in innocent pigtails and wearing clothes that'd
fit our younger sibling, Ashley was the embodiment of hotness packed in one
tight, adorable package.  If I hadn't experienced her sexual prowess
firsthand, I would have felt dirty at all the lewd images of my sweet
sister floating through my head.
   Ashley, grinning, realized precisely what I was looking at.  She arched
back and brazenly jutted out her breasts for my eyes to ogle.  Still, she
had a point to make, and she cupped my chin and turned my gaze toward the
living room.  The furniture, neatly arranged in the same layout for the
past two years, were void of any occupants.  Glass vases, abstract
paintings, and other expensive decor were in proper order.  It was clean,
trim, and worthy of being in a home shopping catalog.
   "I don't see anything out of the ordinary," I said at last.
   She turned my attention to her cunning smile.  "Good.  Now tell me what
you hear."
   Beside the faint ticking of a dial clock and the humming of the air
conditioning system, it was perfectly silent.  "I don't hear anything
either."
   "Even better.  So, can you tell me what this all means?"
   With the house to ourselves, I figured I'd have time to continue our
playful conversation.  "That we're a very clean and quiet family?"
   She sighed in an exaggerated tone.  " Do I really have to spell it out
for you?  We're--"
   "A-l-o-n-e?"
   "Showoff."
   "You ain't seen nothing yet," I said, crouching down and pulling Ashley
into my left shoulder.  "Besides my incredible spelling ability, I'd like
to show off another skill of mine."
   I rose up and lifted her off her feet, carrying her over my shoulder
like the horny, perverted caveman I was.  I spoke over her loud squealing.
"It's a skill I think you'll find very enjoyable.  A skill that I hope to
put to use very, very often."
   I carried her to the back of our couch.  "Are you tired, babe?  Had a
good jog with your friends?"
   "Uh-huh, I'm all tuckered out.  Is this special skill of yours something
that could get me excited?"
   "Oh heck yeah.  It's enough to get me a little excited too." I lowered
Ashley upside-down over the couch's backrest.  Her head and shoulders
rested on the cushions and her legs dangled over the top.
   "This is an interesting position," she said.  "Let's hope I don't get
dizzy like this."
   "You'll be getting dizzy, but it won't be because of the position."
   Handling her left leg in both of my hands, I caressed the expanse of
smooth skin.  Her shorts had risen up her thighs, and I reclined my head to
get a better view.  "I don't understand why you want to work out.  You're
already so fit and taut.  Just look at how toned your legs are."
   Ashley bent her right leg behind my head, trapping me in an unorthodox
headlock.  "All the better to wrap around your waist when you finally fuck
me, Tiger."
   Growling at the call of my pet name, I pulled free of her hold and
ripped off her cotton shorts.  The prospect of going all the way had been
lightly discussed before, with the mutual agreement that we would wait for
a memorable occasion to pop our cherries.  There was nothing in our
agreement that stated I couldn't dream about it, however, and the idea
fired me up as I stared at the childlike design of her light blue panties.
   Modest in size, the cotton fabric was adorned with a row of tiny pink
and yellow ribbons along the waistband.  It managed to match her childlike
hair style despite being at polar ends of her body.
   A growing dark spot and her arousing scent shocked me back into my
primal intentions.  "Looking forward to this, aren't you?"
   Ashley slipped two fingers into her panties.  They moved in an enticing
circular motion.  "Ever since I got home and saw you all alone in your
room. My pussy was gushing so badly.  I was sure could Natalia smell it
when we were standing outside your bedroom.  My pussy got so wet, I had to
excuse myself and change panties before I soaked my shorts." She slowly
extracted her fingers.  Slick and shiny, they had my mouth watering in
anticipation.
   Her pussy couldn't have actually gushed as badly as she had suggested,
but whether her panties really did prevent a wet accident in my room or
not, she succeeded in fueling my lust for her.
   My sister gave her fingers a hard suck.  "How about you?  Have you been
looking forward to tasting my pussy?  It tastes so sweet right now.  Don't
you want to lick it?  Go ahead, take a peek at my pussy.  See how wet I am
for you."
   Hot damn, she really knew which buttons to push to get a guy going. 
More so she knew which buttons to push to get herself going.  Pinching a
nipple through her shirt, re-stimulating her clit, she closed her eyes as
she worked herself closer toward an orgasm.
   I was enjoying the thrilling show when I abruptly remembered it was
supposed to have been my job to set her off.  Hooking the sides of her
panties, I pulled them away from her pleasure pot.  Ashley kept working her
nubs as my tongue closed in on her sex.
   I swept my tongue along her outer lips, the taste an overload on my
buds. "Mm-mmm, you're so savory and warm.  A little bit salty but still
very sweet."
   Ashley stopped rubbing her clit, allowing me to lick the entirety of her
puffy mound.  Her hand went to her other nipple, the outline visible
through her shirt.
   "Fuck, your tongue feels so good on my pussy.  Dip it inside.  I want
you to eat me out."
   At her command I sunk my wet appendage into her narrow opening. 
Twisting my head and lashing with my tongue, I lapped what I could of her
tasteful secretions.  Her legs closed around my head as her body began to
writhe beneath me.
   "Ah fuck, you spoil me so much, Tiger.  You're always ready to eat my
pussy.  I'll never need to play with myself again with you around."
   I lifted my head up from my delicious treat.  "Don't say that.  What if
I want to watch you play with yourself one of these days?"
   Ashley smiled the way a sinister yet libidinous mastermind would.  "Such
a naughty boy.  You want to see how I masturbate?  You want to see what
makes me cum?  I have to warn you, I've been getting a little wilder
recently.  You'd be surprised at what gets me going.  Do a good job eating
my pussy and maybe I'll let you see for yourself."
   That was one heck of an incentive if I'd ever heard one.
   "Sounds like I need to get back to what I do best," I said.  But instead
of diving right back in, I held her ankles and stretched my arms out,
spreading her legs far apart.  I wasn't sure how flexible my sister was,
but when her legs were almost in a T-shape with her body and she wasn't
showing any resistance, I knew it was time for me to make good on her
offer.
   I swirled my tongue around her clit, occasionally licking it when she
shuddered in my hands.  Ashley moaned and whimpered, urging me to continue
my sloppy sweeps.  My saliva and her juices drooled down her stomach to her
chest, only to be soaked by her shirt.  It was becoming harder for me to
hold her legs steady as her convulsions intensified.
   "Stop teasing my clitty," she hissed.  "I can't it anymore.  Make me
cum, Tiger.  Don't hold back.  Fuck, I need to cum bad."
   I pressed my tongue flat on her pearl.  Her body jerked, almost causing
me to lose my grip.  I flicked my tongue wildly, messily.  Ashley screamed,
her cries loud enough to reach every room in the house.  Hell, anyone in
our front yard would have heard the lechery going on inside.  Just then, a
thought came to me that really had my tongue lashing at a blistering pace.
   Neither of us had locked the front door.  What if Natalia left something
behind and needed to drop by to pick it up?  Or Nicole came home early
again like she'd done the week before?  Or worse, mom and dad for whatever
crazy reason?  They'd all be in for one appalling sight with Ashley
upside-down on the couch, legs split and her pussy exposed, wailing in
ecstasy as her brother ate her out.
   Not long ago, the danger of being caught would have kept my actions in
check.  Now that danger excited me.  I couldn't explain the reason for it.
Once I had her pussy in my face, it was as if nothing could stop me from
relishing her delights.  Along with her juices, I must have also been
drinking in her exhibitionistic tendency.
   I closed my mouth over her clit and brushed it with my tongue.  Ashley
arched her back, nearly rising off the backrest.  She tweaked her nipples,
her palms mashing her breasts together.  Her flushed complexion signaled an
approaching orgasm.  I inhaled through my mouth, the whoosh sound audible
over her sharp gasps.
   The touch of my tongue and the cool air over her clit was too much for
my sister to bear.  She cried once more as an orgasm rocked her frail body
and fluids surged from her pussy.  No stranger to the luscious taste, I
slurped all that I could.  And man, was there a lot of it to slurp on.  I
thrashed my tongue across her pearl, drawing out more of her juices before
I could have finished swallowing what was already being squirted.  She spat
vulgarities nonstop and pulled on my hair, forcing me deeper into her
pussy.
   Gradually, her spasms ceased.  My jaw was aching from my frenzied
movements.  What I couldn't swallow of her cum streamed down her abs in a
clear trail mixed with my saliva.  Despite being a little slick, Ashley
looked absolutely radiant.  Her entire body gave off the aura of a pleased
woman: the pinkish hue of her skin, the relaxed muscles in my hands, the
satisfied smile on her beautiful face, and her sparkling eyes transfixed on
mine.
I was about to lay her onto the couch when she insisted, "Don't.  Let me
stay like this."
   Not sure why she wanted to remain in her position, but not wanting to
deny her request either, I went around the couch and sat next to her.  "Was
that good enough to earn me a solo show?"
   She looked up at me with a hint of awe and wonderment at what I had
managed to accomplish.  "Good enough to earn two.  Just like the last time
you ate my pussy.  And the time before that, and also the time before that,
and--"
   "Okay, okay, I get the picture.  No need to boost my ego so much.  It's
hard enough fitting it through the door knowing I have the hottest,
sexiest, funnest, and bestest girl as my sweetheart."
   "Two of those aren't real words, you know."
   Grinning, I lowered my face to hers.  "And how can I forget smartest?"
   I kissed my sister softly.  As my tongue traced the contours of her
lips, her mouth parted open.  Our tongues danced in midair, a marvelous
spectacle of pure desire.  She clenched my shirt sleeves and pulled me
down. I shifted onto her, cushioned by her breasts.  Swiftly, I reached
between her legs and fondled her moist pussy.  With a huff and puff, she
pushed me away.
   "I want you," Ashley panted.  "I want your cock.  Now.  Can I suck it?"
   Her bluntness had my blood boiling.  Sitting up, I stripped off my pants
and boxers and tossed them to the side.  My cock, unrestrained of
troublesome clothes, stood as tall and sturdy as a flagpole.
   I sat there with my dick in my hand while she was still bottoms up.
   "Well?" Ashley said.
   "'Well' what?"
   "I'm ready.  You can put your cock in my mouth now."
   I wasn't sure how to do that with in our current situation, but her
meaning slowly settled in.  I got onto my feet and sidled closer, my cock
bobbing above her face.  Ashley slid down the couch until her head hung
slightly over the rounded edge.
   "Sure about this, Ash?"
   "Uh-huh.  Let's do it.  This looks like a fun position."
   Although I had no idea how she came across the position, she was right
in her assumption: it did look like fun.  A lot of fun, and incredibly
erotic.  My balls hung inches from her forehead and the precum at the tip
of my cock was on the verge of dripping onto her chin.
   I held the base of my shaft.  "Open wide for me."
   "Ahhh..."
   I spread my legs to get low enough to reach her mouth.  Leveled with the
gaping target, I lunged forward, my cock flying straight into her orifice.
Unobstructed, I kept pushing until my scrotum hit her nose and her lips
were at my pubic hairs.  I groaned in bliss and disbelief.  Ashley was
deep-throating me on the very first push.
   It was a joy to see how her oral talents had improved over the days, and
a bigger joy to let her use them on me.  Her appetite for sex, namely my
sperm, was unquenchable, and I vowed to make up for lost time by letting
her suck me dry whenever she needed a cum fix.
   Starting with this blowjob.  I withdrew my cock and gave it a shake,
breaking the strand of spit that was bridged to her lips.  The strand swung
down to her nose.  Ashley immediately wiped it away.  "Oh boy, this might
get a little sloppy," she quipped.
   Using my thumb, I cleaned the excess drool from her shiny lips.  "I'll
be careful with the next push."
   "Go slowly, but make sure you get all the way in."
   I slid my thumb between her lips.  "You have quite the oral fixation."
   She nibbled on my finger.  "That's one way to put it."
   "Is there any other way?"
   "No, not really," she giggled.  "I'm obsessed with sucking cock the same
way you're obsessed with eating pussy."
   "I only do it because you kindly ask me to.  Otherwise I'd be content
with spending hours in front of my computer like you say I do."
   "That's so cruel," Ashley pouted.  "Didn't you say you want to put your
pussy eating skill to use more often?  Why would you want to deny the world
of such a valuable art?"
   "For the same reason you're denying me a first-rate blowjob."
   She pushed my thumb out of her mouth with her tongue.  "Okay, yum-yum
time.  Enough talk, more cock."
   I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous she sounded.
   Ashley laughed too.  It was cheery and lively, much different than the
laughs for when things get steamy.  Not to say I preferred one over the
other; I was just happy knowing she was in a good mood.
   I waited for her glee to end before steeling my nerves.  There was an
important matter that had to be addressed, and it involved the cock I was
pushing into her mouth.  As soon as I was fully embedded, her hands sought
their proper spots.  Her right hand went straight to her pussy.  Her left
hand went beneath her shirt.
   Continuing with my swaying motion, I reached down and grabbed the hand
mauling her breast.  "You really like touching yourself."
   She pushed me away from her mouth with her right hand.  "If you look as
hot as I do, wouldn't you do the same?"
   A person would have to be blind not to be able to see how hot my sister
was, but it was a rarity for her to acknowledge it so candidly.  "If I look
as hot as you do, I wouldn't bother wearing clothes."
   Ashley smirked.  "What's stopping you?"
   I took the hint and lifted off my shirt.  The cool air sent a chilling
rush of adrenaline through my naked body.  "There.  Happy now?"
   "Yes, very happy.  You are one hot guy."
   "Ash, I have to be honest with you."
   "What's up, Tiger?"
   "It is very weird talking to you while you're upside-down."
   "It won't be so weird once you fill my mouth with your hard cock."
   With a sudden thrust, I shoved the bulbous head back in her throat.  My
attempt to startle her failed as she took the whole length in one motion
again.  "Damn, you're getting really good at that." She mumbled something
that sounded like "hank fu."
   As I reveled in the sensational warmth, I groped at her breasts with two
eager hands.  She still had her left hand under her top and it moved with
just as much eagerness.  I squeezed and rubbed each tit, using my thumbs to
press her erect nipples into her flesh.  She moaned around my cock.  A
river of spit seeped out the sides of her mouth.
   Ashley fastened her soft lips.  I wasn't moving my hips too hurriedly
but the slick friction she created was extraordinary.  My cock sawed in and
out with the greatest of ease.  Each plunge made a squishing noise louder
than the last.  At first I thought she was gagging.  That was until I saw
her right hand pawing at her clit and the feminine juices that coated her
fingers.
   After a few more steady pumps, Ashley pushed me away with the hand that
had been playing with her breasts.  I couldn't utter a word before she
turned her head and spat a glob of saliva to the floor.
   "Fuck, you go in deep," she heaved.  Seizing my cock, she pulled me back
into her mouth.  I was a little worried about the possibility of her spit
staining the carpet, but if worse came to worse, at least I knew how to
clean it.
   With her hand out of my way of her tits, I was able to roll up her
shirt. Her nipples and lightly colored areolas popped into view.  I traced
my forefingers along the curvature of each hill.  Her skin, pink from our
abusive hands, was velvety smooth.  "Braless," I simply said.
   Her left hand tapped my outer thigh.  I took it as a sign to unclog her
throat by pulling my cock out.  Again, she turned her head and spat another
mouthful of saliva.  Some of it drooled down her cheek instead of hitting
the carpet.  "Yup.  Have you noticed I changed clothes after Natalia and I
left your room?"
   It was pretty easy to notice considering she had changed from a tank top
to a t-shirt.  "Yeah, of course.  I'm always paying attention to what you
wear.  Or what you don't wear." A thought dawned on me as I wiped the
bubbly string on the side of her face.  "Wait a minute, you changed
clothes, braless, with Nat in the same room?"
   "Mm-hmm.  Have you noticed she also changed her shirt?"
   "I have.  She was wearing one of yours."
   "Oh, very observant.  But did you know she was braless too?"
   "That I did not know..."
   Putting two and two together, another thought dawned on me.  My sister
and her friend had changed clothes in the same room together, both sans
bra. All while I went to grab some sodas.  I'd even passed Ashley's bedroom
on the way to the kitchen.  To think that at one point, I was ten feet away
from a couplet of topless beauties.
   Ashley interrupted my daydream.  "Do you wish I had bigger boobs?"
   "W-what?" The question almost knocked me backwards onto the living room
table.  "Why are you asking me that?"
   "My boobs are the smallest of all my friends.  Didn't you notice how
much tighter my shirt looks on Natalia?"
   "Sis, don't talk about yourself like that.  You easily make up for it
everywhere else."
   "See, you're admitting I have small boobs."
   I smacked my palm into my forehead.  "That's not what I meant!  Your
breasts are perfect the way they are.  I don't want to look at or even
think about any other pair of breasts.  Yours fill my hand perfectly when I
squeeze them and my mouth when I suck them and they..." Ashley flashed me
the biggest, most mischievous smile.  "Why do you find it so amusing to
torment me like that?"
   "You look the cutest when you're flustered."
   I didn't know whether I should have been fuming or blushing.  "Well, I
think you look the cutest when you have a face full of dick and hands all
over your boobs." Planting my hands on her breasts, I rammed my cock
between her lips.  Venting my frustration through a blowjob was much
healthier than throwing a hissy-fit.
   Part of my frustration came from the string of verbal interruptions.  As
much as I loved hearing her voice and seeing her face beam in delight, my
pressure to cum kept dropping whenever she pushed me away.  Maybe she did
that on purpose to prolong our fun.  If so, it was working because I had to
have been standing there for at least fifteen minutes.
   My legs were beginning to tire from having stayed spread for so long. 
It didn't help that she was sucking the life out of me until my forehead
was perspiring.  With a primitive grunt, I fell forward onto the couch, my
arms outstretched.  I caught myself on the backrest before I crashed face
first into her pussy.
   Ashley's puffy mound looked so inviting.  The fingers that were hard at
work on her clit were noticeably wetter, the smell of her juices noticeably
stronger.  I could taste her sweetness in the air.  It was impossible for
me to not lean in and lick her delicate fingers.
   The minx filled my mouth with all but her thumb.  I sucked on her
fingers the way she was sucking on my cock in her mouth: loud, hard, and
messily.  I slobbered all over her fingers, ignoring the fluids dripping
down my chin.
   When the taste of her arousal had diminished from her fingers, I ripped
her hand from my mouth.  I attacked her pussy with my tongue, dipping right
into her opening.  Ashley shrieked but her cry came out muzzled.  I pinched
her engorged clit between my thumb and forefinger, wiggling it back and
forth.
   A pair of hands slapped down on my ass.  They shoved me forward until I
was lodged into her throat.  Those same hands moved to my outer thighs and
shoved me away.  Over and over, they pumped me in and out of my sister's
mouth.
   Regaining my composure, I rocked my hips on my own accord.  Her hands
stayed on my ass and kneaded my cheeks.  The new sensation had me going
haywire.  I waggled my head as I devoured her pussy.
   If the sight of me giving Ashley oral from behind the couch was
shocking, then our slanted sixty-nine would have been enough to give an
athlete a heart attack.  The only clothing between us was the shirt rolled
up her chest., and our moans and grunts could be heard from anywhere in the
house.
   I mumbled into her pussy.  "I'm getting close."
   Keeping one hand on my ass, she pushed me away with the other.  My cock
flopped out of her mouth.  She fisted my shaft and dragged it over her
face. I felt my balls being inhaled into her mouth as she stroked me.  The
hand on my ass moved toward my crack.  In a final act of debauchery, Ashley
probed a finger into my anus.
   I erupted in her hand, the first blast of cum set off like a cannon.  My
cock quickly recharged and a second and third spurted in rapid-fire
succession.  Her tongue was unrelenting on my nuts as I fired shot after
shot of sperm.  Meanwhile my own tongue was unrelenting on her pussy as she
quivered in yet another orgasm.
   Ashley's finger repeatedly plunged into my asshole.  Each insertion had
my body pulsating as if jolted with a thousand watts.  A series of blasts
continued to surge from my cock, undoubtedly coating my sister in thick cum
the way her pussy was coating my face with her fluids.
   We remained in our sticky embrace for another minute.  My cock had
stopped trembling long before but I was enjoying the ministrations on my
balls too much to move away.  I was also too busy running laps around her
pussy with my tongue, licking up what I could of her heavenly honey.
   Ashley pulled my nuts out of her mouth and her finger from my anus.  It
felt like her whole finger had been inside of me, but it had really been
just half of her pinky.  I stepped back and almost collapsed from total
exhaustion.
   Upon seeing my sister's condition, my jaw didn't just suddenly hit the
ground.  It crashed into the ground and shattered into a million pieces. 
Ashley was completely covered in cum.
   "What?" she asked, running her fingers in circles around her snow-capped
nipples.  Her face, though cum-less, was soiled by the large wad of saliva
over her cheeks and nose.  One thick strand had reached her hair.
   "Oh man, I need to sit down." I tumbled beside her onto the couch.
   She shimmied up the couch so her head lay flat on the cushion.  "How do
I look?"
   I stared down at my once angelic sibling.  "Like a sexy, dirty,
cum-addicted nymphet."
   "Oooh, sounds like the perfect way to describe me." Ashley scooped up a
thick glob of sperm from between her breasts.  Holding her fingers over her
mouth, she let the cream drip onto her extended tongue.  She swallowed with
a satisfied smile.  "Mmm, yum-yum time indeed."
   I watched her consume a couple more white blotches from her breasts
before gathering the strength to seek my clothes.  I bothered to only step
into my boxers.  I used my shirt as a substitute towel for her face.
   I surveyed the rest of her pale body.  The amount of cum covering her
was astonishing.  There was enough of the gooey substance for Ashley to
draw circles with all over herself.  Most of the goo topped her tits and
were running down her sides or were pooled in the middle of her sternum. 
The rest had been sprayed haphazardly across her navel, except for the
couple of droplets absorbed by her shirt.
   Ashley normally took great pleasure in eating my cum, but that afternoon
she left the majority of it alone.  She may have enjoyed the imagery of cum
on her body as much as I did.  She looked up at me with her clear hazel
eyes.  "Can you help me down from here?"
   I slid my hands beneath her shoulders and pulled her to me so her head
was on my lap.  I leaned to the side and lowered her legs to the opposite
side of the couch.  "Is this okay?"
   "Works for me.  You're turning into such a stud now.  It's amazing
seeing how much stronger you've gotten."
   We exchanged loving smiles.  I said it plenty of times already but my
sister really did have the most beautiful face.  It wasn't post-orgasm
hormones affecting my perception either.  She really did look stunning with
the sunlight shining on us through our living room window.
   I fondled her small left hand.  "Ashley, I want to apologize for last
night.  I didn't say all that I should have said." She quietly stared at
me, probably wondering what I was referring to.  "I took the easy way out
when I said what other people don't know about us can't hurt them.  I said
that because I was afraid of facing the reality of the situation.  Whether
people know the truth or not, what we're doing isn't going to affect only
us.  It's going to affect everyone in our lives.  In a way, I think it
already has."
   "I believe that too," Ashley said, "and it's not going to get any easier
to hide what we have.  Sometimes I think it'd be easier to throw it out in
the open and have people decide on their own if they hate us or love us.  I
don't care what they think about us.  You are the most important person to
me.  I can forget about everyone else as long as I have you."
   "But Ash, this is what you were trying to tell me yesterday, that we
could be together without having to risk anything.  I appreciate it when
you say you're willing to risk everything for me, but you and I both know
that isn't what you want.  And that isn't what I want either.  I don't want
you to have to give up a big part of your life if I can prevent it.  After
this morning, I'm starting to think that maybe it's possible for us to be
more open with our feelings.  It'll still take time, but it's possible.  We
just have to be natural about it."
   "Easier said than done," she sighed.
   "Yeah, it is.  Sounds like the motto of our lives these days."
   Ashley smeared my hand across her sticky chest.  "What happened this
morning that made you think we can be open with our relationship?"
   "Nothing, really.  Just did some soul searching while you were away."
   She led my hand, now frosted in cum, to her mouth.  Her tongue lolled
out to lick it clean.  "Bry?"
   "Yes, babe?"
   "Care to take a shower with me?"
   * * * Tuesday * * *
   "Rise and shine, my little miss ray of sunshine."
   Ashley's chestnut eyes slowly opened.  "Bry?  What are you doing in my
bed?"
   "You have to wake up in five minutes to get ready for your jog, right? I
have a surprise for you." I hoisted a tray from beside her bed.  "A
delicious breakfast to start the day."
   Ashley was now wide awake.  "Oh my...  Brian, I can't believe it.  This
looks fantastic.  Thank you so much."
   I settled the tray over her lap and sat in front of her.  "It was
nothing but a pleasure to cook for you.  French toast is pretty easy to
make and so are scrambled eggs.  Although I hope you don't mind that I
microwaved the sausages."
   "Of course I don't mind.  Wow, I still can't believe you did this for
me. What time did you wake up?"
   "About an hour ago.  I wasn't sure how long it'd take me to cook this
stuff so I wanted extra time in case I screwed up."
   "If I knew you were going to do this for me, I wouldn't have kept you up
so late last night."
   Flashbacks of me eating her pussy for two hours the previous evening
looped through my head.  I ate her while she was at her desk instant
messaging her friends.  I ate her again while she was trying to fold her
laundry.  I ate her a third time in the bathroom while she was brushing her
teeth.  By the time I was eating her pussy for her sixth orgasm under her
blanket, she was begging me to stop because her clit was so sensitive.  I
would have stopped, too, if it weren't her hands holding my head in place.
   "If you knew ahead of time, then this wouldn't be a surprise.  Come on,
eat up.  Tell me what you think."
   My sister, radiant even after having just woken up, cut into a thick
slice of syrupy toast and took a large bite of it.  "Mmm, this tastes so
delicious.  Have you tried it yourself?"
   "A little bit, but I was so preoccupied with making an edible breakfast
for you that I only had the chance to nibble on the bread crust."
   She raised a forkful of toast to my mouth.  "Then help me finish this.
You made way more than I can eat on my own."
   I wasn't sure why I thought Ashley would be able to eat six slices by
herself.  Guess I got carried away when the first two didn't burn to a
crisp.  Chomping down on my own cooking, I was pleasantly surprised the
food had the taste to go with the good looks.  I don't want to sound
boastful but it was some mighty fine French toast.  Not bad for my first
time.
   "Sis, I have another surprise." I stood beside her bed and posed with my
hands on my hips.
   Her eyes traveled up and down my figure.  "You're dressed," she noticed.
   I had on a gray cotton shirt, black running shorts, and a rarely-worn
pair of sports sneakers.  "It sounded like you and your friends had a lot
of fun yesterday so I figured maybe I can join you girls today.  If all of
you wouldn't mind having me."
   Her silverware dropped to her plate as she clapped her hands over her
mouth.  "Bry, you're going to make a girl cry.  We'd love to have you join
us."
   "All righty then, I hope I can keep up with you ladies.  The most I've
jogged in recent months was from my bed to the bathroom."
   "Don't worry, you'll do fine."
   After Ashley and I had finished consuming her scrumptious breakfast, she
shooed me out of her room to get ready for her new fitness routine.  I was
in the kitchen washing dishes when a pair of hands closed over my eyes.
   "Guess who," a voice playfully asked.
   "Good morning, Nikky.  How did you get so tall overnight?"
   Ashley pinched my cheeks.  "Very funny, mister.  Need help with the
dishes?"
   "Nope, this is the last one." I dried the final plate and placed it in
on the dish rack.  "What time are your friends supposed to arrive?"
   The doorbell rang as if to answer my question.  "Right about now,"
Ashley cleverly deduced.
   I followed her into the living room and stood to the side as she turned
the knob.  The door barely cracked open before I could hear her friends
shouting, "Hi Ashy!"
   "Good morning, girls.  I hope you don't mind if I bring a guest along."
   Alyson, an extremely attractive blonde much like my sister, peered into
the house.  Lillian, the brunette mastermind behind the workout session,
peered alongside her.  Together they exclaimed, "Brian!"
   Bowing my head wasn't enough to hide my reddening cheeks from the girls.
"Hi ladies.  Great to see you again so soon.  Is it okay if I tag along?"
   "Yeah, totally," Lillian said.  "The more the merrier.  Natty has a
dentist appointment today so you can take her place."
   "Shall we get started?" Ashley suggested.
   "Yep, let's hightail it out of here."
   Trailing shortly behind the girls as we left the house, I stared at
their marvelous backsides as they jogged alongside each other.  Ashley was
wearing brightly-colored shorts like the one she wore the day before;
Lillian had on stretch pants that were loose around the legs but tight
around the buttocks, like something a person would wear for yoga; and
Alyson was dressed in an airy skirt that ended high above her knees.  As
for their tops, they wore a stylish mix of sleeveless shirts that showed
off a generous amount of skin on their shoulders and backs.
   A couple minutes into the jog, Ashley turned her head to check if I
wasn't falling too far behind.  Though I was beginning to feel the burn, it
would have taken three hundred Spartans to slow me down from chasing the
three butts and six long legs in front of me.  I was far from athletic but
I did have pretty good endurance.  I simply gave my sister a thumb's up to
let her know I was okay.
   We soon approached the neighborhood park.  It was a nice change of
scenery jogging under the shade of trees as we made laps around the lake in
the middle of the park.  There were a few other joggers and bikers who
passed us on the way to a trail at the rear, but for the most part the four
of us were alone to do as we please.
   The girls and I jogged a few rounds when they decided to call it quits.
The last two laps were leisurely walks, and it was at that point I "caught
up" with the girls.  Judging by their chatter, they weren't so focused on
the fitness aspect of the jog as they were the hanging out together. 
Jogging was merely for something for them to do while they gossiped.
   On the way toward the picnic area for a break, Alyson said she needed to
get a drink of water before heading back home.
   "Hold on, I might as well to wash up a little too," my sister called
after her.  The two blondes split off together to the restroom.
   "Bry and I will be waiting over here," Lillian announced to her friends.
The agile brunette sat down on the grass beneath a large tree, her legs
stretched apart in a v-shape.  "Hey Bry, come join me."
   I took a seat in front of her.  "What's up, Lilly?"
   "Put your legs out like I have mine."
   "Like this?" I spread my legs until the soles of our feet touched.
   "Perfect.  Now lean forward and hold your hands out."
   Again, I followed her instructions.  "Okay, now what?"
   "Now we stretch." She quickly grabbed my hands and yanked me towards
her, an effortless endeavor for a girl so fit.  I was as flexible as a
piece of wood, and because her were feet holding me in place, it felt like
I was being torn in half.
   My body was stretched far beyond what I thought it was capable of.  We
stayed like that for about twenty seconds before she mercifully released
me. I flung backwards like I had been fired from a slingshot.
   Lilly crawled to me while laughing hysterically.  "Are you okay?" Her
face hovered inches above mine.
   "Yeah, I'm okay," I groaned.  "Guess I'm a little stiff around the
joints."
   She backed away to give me room to sit up.  Her amber-colored eyes never
strayed from me.  "My mom and I do yoga together in the afternoons.  Come
to my house sometime and you can do it with us.  It's a great way of
relieving stress, physically and mentally."
   I patted the dirt and grass off my back.  "I'm not worried about any
stress.  Things have been going pretty well for me recently."
   "Yeah, I bet.  Ashy's told us you've been lounging around the house for
most of the summer."
   I cringed a little on the inside.  It was flattering Ashley talked so
much about me to her friends.  I only wished she left out my bad habits. 
"That girl has a big mouth, doesn't she?"
   "Only when we bug her about you," Lillian giggled.  "Are you sure you're
not stressed?  Even a little?  I assumed you would be considering what you
have coming up this Friday."
   The warm summer day got chilly in an instant.  "What do you, um, mean by
that?"
   "Bry, you know what I'm talking about.  You don't have to hide it.  I
know about your date."
   "You mean you know about me and--"
   "Ashley."
   I was speechless.  Even though I had been able to get over the initial
shock of one person knowing about my sister and me, the fact that another
knew was still a very startling revelation.
   "Who told you about us?  Was it Ashley?"
   "Nope, Natty.  But don't tell her I told you.  She dropped by my house
yesterday to pick up her MP3 player after coming from your place.  For some
reason she was all giddy, and when I asked her why, she spilled the beans
on you and Ashy."
   "How much did Natalia tell you exactly?"
   "Everything." Lillian knee-walked behind me, her left hand lingering on
my arm, her touch firmer on my shoulders.  "Which isn't a whole lot since
you're still unsure of what you want to do."
   "Don't you think it's a little weird for my sister and me to be having a
date?"
   Her hands pressed into my muscles, rubbing in a gentle circular motion.
"Heck no.  I think it's a great idea you want to hang out with your sister.
I have five older brothers and we never do stuff like that.  I wish we did,
too, because now they're too busy with college and jobs to do something as
simple as have lunch together.  Even while I was growing up, I never felt
like I was ever really close with them.  Sports, clubs, and, unfortunately,
drugs always got in our way.  I hated that and I don't want it to happen to
someone as nice as your sister.  Ashy, Aly, and Nat are like the sisters I
never had and after last Friday, it feels like you're a brother to me too.
I just want you and your sister to have something I never had the chance to
enjoy.  So if there's anything I can do to help with your night out, don't
be afraid to ask."
   Gradually, I was beginning to realize just how special Ashley's friends
really were.  "I don't know what to say, Lilly.  I appreciate the gesture a
lot.  Thanks."
   "You're welcome, Bry.  Is this massage is helping you relax?"
   I had been more riveted by her words than the massage, but nevertheless
I was widely aware of the physical contact.  "Yeah, it feels pretty good. I
take it you've done this a lot."
   "Your sister is my number one customer.  I plan to be a fitness trainer
when I finish college."
   Despite the quirky circumstance, I found it a little arousing to imagine
Ashley receiving a backrub from her friend.  I wondered if she had learned
a thing or two from Lilly when she gave me one two weeks ago.
   Her hands pushed up against my spine.  "Nat told me you're stumped on
what to do after dinner.  Have you figured it out yet?"
   "Not really...  I was sort of preoccupied yesterday." Preoccupied with
giving my sister cunnilingus, if she really must know.
   "You better come up with something fast.  There are only three days left
until your big night."
   "Yeah, I know, but I don't want to do something cheesy like a movie or
bowling, or something too formal like an art gallery or a play."
   "Hmm, you sort of have the right idea.  It should be simple, but not so
simple that you can do it whenever you're feeling bored.  And it should be
unique, but not so unique that both of you have no interest in what's going
on.  You want to be able to get loud and crazy, but still feel like you're
in an intimate setting.  You want a place that lets you be active and get
the blood pumping.  You need a place like...  like here."
   I stared at all the green and people surrounding us.  "You mean here,
the park?"
   "Sure, why not.  No one will care if you make fools of yourselves here,
unlike the movies.  Also, you can breathe in fresh air instead of stinky
bowling shoes at the lanes.  Then there's a beautiful lake to stare at
while you two count the stars, which Ashley would appreciate a lot more
than any painting found in a gallery."
   Lillian sure knew how to sell an impressive idea.  "That sounds pretty
cool.  Ashley probably would like it here.  But what if she finds this
place a little...  normal, since she comes here with you?"
   "We usually don't jog here.  We do laps in the other direction toward
our high school, then unwind at my place when we finish.  When I saw that
you were coming with us today, I thought we could spice things up a bit for
this special occasion."
   "Lilly, I don't mean to be sudden when I say this, but can I ask you for
a favor?"
   "Between you and the other girls, you can ask me anything."
   "You said last Friday you have a couple bikes in your garage that your
brothers aren't using anymore.  I'm wondering if I can maybe--"
   A sharp pinch on my shoulders cut off my request.  She whispered into my
ear.  "I'll give you my number and you can ask me later."
   I turned my head to see what was going on, only to spot my sister and
Aly approaching us.
   "Hi guys, what'cha talking about?" Ashley merrily asked.
   "Oh, nothing," Lilly replied, taking her hands off my shoulders.  "Your
brother's just asking me for advice on how to buff up his glutes."
   The two blondes couldn't contain their snickers.  "I'd never expect that
from you, brother." Winking, Ashley added, "I think your glutes are just
fine the way they are."
   The girls were laughing the entire jog to Lillian's house.
   We didn't spend much time at her immaculate two-story crib.  Lilly ran
inside to grab the keys to her brand new jeep before telling us to hop
inside.  Ashley and I were dropped off first.
   "Bry, don't forget this." Lillian held out a small note to me.
   I unfolded the slip and read the seven digits on it.  "Oh, right. 
Thanks again, Lilly."
   After saying goodbyes and watching the yellow vehicle drove off, Ashley
led the way to the kitchen for cool refreshments.  "What did Lilly write on
that note?" she asked.
   "It's nothing important," I said, opening the fridge.
   "Nothing, huh?  Is that the trendy thing to say these days?  First Lilly
and now you."
   "Sis, don't worry about a thing.  I have a lot more than 'nothing'
planned for us this Friday.  If you want to worry about something, then
worry about what outfit you'd look the sexiest in."
   Ashley snuck up on me from behind, squeezing her arms around my waist.
"I think I have just the thing to knock your socks off.  It might even do
the same to your pants." Her hands drifted lower to my growing bulge.
   I tried walking with one-hundred pounds of teenage girl clinging onto
me. "You better be careful.  We're not alone yet."
   My warning couldn't have come at a better time.
   "Ash, Bry, are you guys home yet?" Nikky yelled from somewhere deep
within the house.
   "Hey lil' sis," Ashley yelled back.  "We're in the kitchen.  Do you need
a ride to your friend's house?"
   "Yeah, let me grab my backpack and I'll be right out."
   Ashley released me from her frisky embrace.  "Bry, are you tired?  How
'bout I give Nikky a ride today.  You can freshen up in your room, and when
I get back I'll see if I can't do anything to soothe that big muscle
between your legs.  And before you say I need a chaperone because I don't
have a license yet, keep in mind I'll only be gone for five minutes."
   "All right, babe, I'll be waiting.  Drive safely out there.  Things can
get pretty hectic when you're going twenty in our neighborhood."
   "Oh pish-posh.  When's the last time I did something careless?" Ashley
kissed my cheek before hurrying off to fetch my car keys.
   Fortunately her question was rhetorical, as I would have lost my voice
trying to list all her crazy deeds from just the past week.  As I waved to
my sisters at the front door, I felt my cell phone vibrating against my
leg.
   I checked the caller on the way to my room.  The tiny screen displayed
the name "Unknown." Since I had only given my number to a select few
people, all of whom were registered in my phone book, I thought it may have
been a wrong number.  I let my phone stop vibrating on its own while I
changed out of my clothes.
   I was spraying on deodorant when my phone rang again.  The caller was
the same as before.  It wasn't an uncommon practice to call a second time
if the first failed to connect, so I simply set my phone down on my desk
and waited for it to stop rattling towards the edge.
   Whoever the caller was must have figured the third time's a charm.  My
phone rang once more as I was laying in my bed.  Persistence was normally a
quality I admired, but not when it meant having to deal with strangers or
prank calls.  Grumbling to myself, I snatched the annoying gadget and
flipped it open.  "Brian speaking.  Who is this?"
   A cute, albeit loud voice responded from the other end.  "How's it
going, Bry?  It's your new girlfriend, Aly.  I hope I'm not interrupting
anything.  I called twice but you didn't pick up."
   This was an unexpected surprise.  "H-hi, Aly.  I'm not doing anything
right now.  How did you, um, get my number?"
   "It wasn't hard.  While you and Ashy were playing tag at the water
fountain last week at the mall, I stole a peek at her phone and memorized
your number.  You're not mad, are you?"
   "Not really, but my sister might be if she finds out.  Why would you
want my--"
   I was interrupted by a voice calling from the hallway.  "Brian, who are
you talking to?"
   Oh boy, this was going to be tricky.  I muttered "be right back" into
the phone and covered it up just in time for a half-naked Ashley to appear
at my door.  "Hey sis, I didn't hear you come in."
   Her hips swayed suggestively as she sauntered to my bed.  Her top had
been discarded and a lacy bra was all that encased her perky breasts.  Her
running shorts were tugged down her hips, revealing the straps of her
matching panties.  "I was trying to be sneaky until I heard you talking to
someone.  Is that a friend on the phone?"
   "It's, um...  yeah, Frank.  He's calling to give me the latest details
on his trip in Europe."
   Ashley climbed onto my bed between my legs.  My eyes followed her tongue
as it wetted her lips.  "I hope your friend doesn't mind if I go down on
you while he keeps you updated.  Just lay still, relax, and pretend I'm not
even here."
   I take back what I said earlier.  This was going to be tricky.
   Digitized shouting brought my attention back to my phone.  "Bry, Bry! 
Are you there?  I can hear you talking to someone."
   Ashley slipped her hand into the slit of my boxers.  With a small heave,
she exposed my erect cock to the cool air.
   "I'm, ah, not talking to anyone besides you," I stammered to Aly.  "You
must have heard my TV."
   "Well, are you busy?  I can call back later if you prefer."
   A smart man in my situation would have said yes and hung up.  Receiving
oral from your sister while talking to one of her best friends on the phone
probably wasn't such a great idea.  But I'd be lying through my teeth if I
said it wasn't a major turn-on.
   As Ashley engulfed the crown of my cock, I answered, "No, I'm not busy
right now.  Keep talking.  I'm ready to listen." My oral vixen smiled up at
me, half her smile blocked by the hard column in front of her.
   "Okay, if you say so.  Anyway, before I explain why I'm calling, you
were about to ask me something."
   "Ah, that's right.  I'm really sorry but just give me another second to
handle something." I laid my phone against my shoulder and crooked my head
to keep it still, and then held the sides of my sister's head with my palms
over her ears.  Hopefully that'd be enough to prevent her from hearing my
conversation.
   Ashley cooed wickedly.  "Mmm, I see who wants to be in control of this
blowjob.  That's fine with me, Tiger.  I'll suck your cock any way you want
me to.  Just as long as I get to relieve this big, thick muscle between
your strong legs.  Is it sore?  It looks like it.  So red and swollen. 
What it needs is a warm mouth and tongue to relieve the aching pressure. 
That's what you want, right?  My mouth to make it feel all better?  You
want my tongue to--oops, what am I saying?  I get so carried away sometimes
when I have your cock in my hand.  I'm supposed to be quiet while you talk
to your friend, but here I am acting like a total slut.  Okay, let me stuff
your cock inside my mouth and do what a good cock-sucker does best.  After
all, that's what you deserve.  Only the best."
   Ashley had barely touched my stiffy and I was already on the brink of
cumming.  Her smutty rant fueled my lust, and combined with the taboo-ness
of the phone call, I was...  oh damn it, damn it, damn it.  I was
forgetting all about the phone call!
   I listened to the tiny speaker.  "Bry, are you back?  I can almost hear
your TV.  Maybe you should turn down the volume."
   "I am so sorry.  I swear I'm not trying to ignore you on purpose." My
panicked expression had Ashley giggling.
   "Promise me no more interruptions and we'll call it even."
   "Okay, I promise.  No more interruptions.  I think I have things under
control over here." In more ways than one.  I had Ashley secured in my
hands with just enough freedom for her to move her head however she pleased
around my cock.  Since Aly could hear background noise, I assumed her
speaker was on max volume, which meant I might get away with talking softer
than normal.  I just had to make sure it was loud enough to block out
Ashley's soft moans.  It was going to be one tough balancing act.
   "So anyway, I wanted to you ask why you would want my number.  Not that
I'm mad or anything, but a call from you is kind of a surprise."
   "I thought it'd be a good idea to have your number in case Ashy doesn't
pick up her phone.  Since she's always with you when she's not with me or
the other girls, I can call you and have you tell her I'm looking for her."
   "Is that why you're calling me right now?"
   "You catch on quick.  That's exactly why I'm calling.  So, is Ashy with
you?"
   "Not at the moment.  She went out on an errand and sort of has her hands
full." Which was partly true.  Both of her hands were stroking my shaft. 
She also had her mouth full with the first two inches of my cock. 
Fortunately Ashley was very passionate when it came to giving blowjobs. 
Her slurps further helped in masking my conversation.
   "What, really?  So much for my back-up plan.  I forgot to ask her if she
made copies of those photos from last Friday.  I also wanted to ask her
questions about..." Aly's voice trailed off, and for a second I thought the
line went dead.  Then her voice picked up again.  "Hey Bry, can I ask you
instead?"
   "I suppose you can.  But if it's a personal question, maybe you should
wait for--"
   "It is a personal question, and it involves you too."
   It didn't take a psychic to predict what was on her mind.  "Does it have
anything to do with this Friday between me and my sister?"
   "Yeah, it does.  How did you know?  That's amazing."
   "Lucky guess.  Who told you about it?  Was it Natalia?"
   "Nope, Lilly.  But don't tell her I told you."
   For being best friends, the girls sure had trouble keeping secrets. 
That included the seductress who was now kissing the underside of my cock
and fondling my balls.
   I should have been oblivious to everything but the wondrous sensation of
her mouth, but I was intrigued by the subject Aly brought up.  From what I
could tell of her outspoken nature, she was bound to have a lot to say. 
"What is it that you want to know about the date?"
   "Date?  Is that what you're calling it?  I thought you were just doing
something special for Ashy before her birthday later this month.  But if
that's what you want to call it, then who am I to argue.  Though if you and
your sister are dating, it sort of ruins my chances with you, doesn't it?"
She giggled playfully, "I'm only kidding, Bry.  There's no need to groan
like that.  "
   Her joke wasn't what had me groaning all of a sudden.  I was trying to
hold in the sounds of immense pleasure from Ashley's hard suction on my
sensitive cock head.
   Aly continued, unaware her best friend was blowing her older brother. 
"Lilly told me everything you have planned so far.  It's a good start but I
think I can help make it better.  Where are you taking her for dinner?"
   As my brain coped to form coherent sentences, I stuttered, "Seafood
restaurant, Terra Villa.  Made reservations last night."
   "What?" Aly barked, almost causing me to drop the phone and let go of my
sister.  "Why are you taking her there?  There are so many better choices
for a candlelight dinner."
   Ashley popped my cock out of her mouth.  "Are you okay, Bry?  I hope I'm
not distracting you.  I don't want my appetite for cock to get in the way
of your phone call."
   I mouthed "no" and she happily resumed sucking her treat.  My eyes never
left her cheery face as I spoke into my phone, having recovered some of my
even temper.  "If my choice is that bad, then what do you suggest?"
   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like you made a bad choice. I
just meant you could do better than that.  Ashy is one of my best friends
and I really want to make sure she has a night she'll never forget.  And if
I have to intervene to make that possible, then so be it."
   "Intervene?  What do you have in mind?"
   "Do you remember what your sister said last Friday during dinner?  About
the one restaurant she would love to eat at someday?"
   As a matter of fact, I did.  "I would love to take her to that place but
I don't have the budget to afford it.  I'm not swimming in green over here.
Plus, reservations are really hard to get, aren't they?  That's the
impression I got from you girls."
   "I'll admit the place is a tad pricey and reservations are nigh
unattainable, but what would you say if I could reserve a table for you two
this Friday at six, and half the bill will be paid for?"
   "First I'd say you're insane.  Then I'd ask how that's possible."
   "The girls don't know this but my uncle is the owner of Amalfi's.  The
restaurant was named after my great grandfather.  He was a firm believer in
family values and he passed that mindset onto the rest of our family. 
Because of that, my uncle has no problems letting me and my family eat at
his restaurant for next to nothing.  He's not particularly short on
business, so I think I can persuade him to extend the same offer to you. 
Would you be interested?"
   "I don't know what to say.  Of course I'm interested.  She'd be ecstatic
if I took her there.  But why would you do this for me?  We barely know
each other and it sounds like you really have to go out of your way to make
this happen."
   "That is not true, Bry.  Believe me when I say I know a lot about you.
We're way past the introduction stage and there'll be plenty of time for us
to become even closer.  Right now, I just want to make sure you and Ashy
have a fun time on your date together."
   "Don't you find it weird that we're doing something like that?"
   "Because you're siblings?  It is a little weird.  I'd never go on a date
with my own brother.  Then again, the brat's only twelve and still eats
paste.  I'm okay, though, with the idea of you and Ashy going out.  There's
something between the two of you that I don't have with anyone in my
family. I can't quite put my finger on it but I can tell it's special. 
Just promise me you won't disappoint her, okay?  I don't want to have to
hunt you down."
   "Yeah, I promise.  With what you're offering, I don't think it's
possible.  Thanks, Aly."
   "What are best friends for.  Well, I was hoping to ask you a couple more
questions but it looks like I'm going to have to shorten this call.  My
mom's yelling at me to come downstairs and go grocery shopping with her. 
Tell Ashy to call me tonight when she's done with whatever she's doing. 
Oh, and feel free to call me back if you ever want to talk.  Just don't
make me wait too long.  See you soon, Bry."
   The line disconnected before I had the chance to say goodbye.  I snapped
my phone shut and tossed it aside.
   Free of my hands, Ashley relented from my cock and rubbed her ears. 
"You sure did a lot of talking.  I thought your friend was supposed to be
telling you about his summer, not the other way around."
   "He's not the only guy who's been busy recently.  We have just as much
to say as you and your friends."
   "Right, I'm sure whatever you had to tell him was more important than
enjoying a good blowjob.  I'm not losing my touch, am I?  I'd hate to think
you're getting bored of me."
   "It could be that I'm getting better at controlling my urges."
   "Urges, huh?" Ashley sat up, treating me to the view of her voluptuous
curves.  She plucked her left bra strap off her shoulder.  Her right arm
across her chest held the lacy cups in place.  "Tell me what kind of urges
you have."
   I stared in awe at my baby girl.  Her face was so youthful and innocent,
yet her body exuded so much sexual energy.  There was a confidence and
simplicity in the way she posed that invited doting eyes to take in every
detail of her physique.  The subtle cocking of her slim hips; the long
fingernail tracing the upper half of her breasts; the sultry pout she wore
on her plush lips.  My sister had been blessed with a smoking body from day
one and she knew exactly how to flaunt it.
   "Tiger, I understand you're uncomfortable saying mean things about me,
but I know deep down there's a part of you that wants to be bad.  You don't
have to be shy.  Let that side come out and play.  I won't tell mommy and
daddy you've been naughty."
   I clenched my fists and growled.  She was right.  There was a part of me
that wanted to be bad.  Throughout all her lewd displays I had never been
able to shed the image of my sister as anything less than a saint.  She'd
say the most vulgar and depraved things, but at the end of the night was
still my lovable little sis.  She had the mental conditioning to separate
what happens between us from everyone else.  It was an admirable quality,
one that I needed to improve upon.
   The first step to my path of enlightenment was to forget the ravishing
woman between my legs was my good-humored sibling.  That afternoon, she was
my cum-starved slut.
   I unclenched my fists and pushed myself up onto my knees.  Ashley stared
into my fiery eyes.  Her expression was unshaken by my sudden advance.  I
held the back of her neck and pulled her face close.  Her breaths tickled
my lips.  "You want to know what kind of urges I have?  I have the urge to
drag you onto all fours like a bitch in heat.  I have the urge to grab your
hair and slam my cock into your dirty mouth.  And after pounding your
throat until it's sore, I have the urge to cum all over your pretty face.
Think you can handle all that for me?"
   In an act that almost startled me back into my passive self, she bit my
lower lip and snarled.  "Handle it?  I'm going to cum before I even get
down on my hands." Her tongue was in my mouth before I could fathom a
comeback.
   No matter how far I went with my speech and body language, Ashley was
always ready to one-up me.  It drove me insane I'd never be able to settle
on any peak before being pushed to new heights, though I'd rather have too
much sexual excitement than not enough.
   I gripped her right shoulder and pushed down.  My lower lip was
stretched as she slowly descended.  I squeezed her left tit through her
bra, causing her to gasp and release my lip before she could have bitten it
off.  I gazed down at her lean body.  Her right hand was bulging from
within her shorts.  Slipping my own hand into the elastic fabric, I felt
the wetness coating her fingers.
   Ashley withdrew her hand to make room for me.  She hissed when I sunk my
digits into her inflamed pussy.  Her body tensed, then relaxed.  It became
effortless for me to push her down to my crotch.
   Supporting herself on her arms, she bent lower and swallowed the first
half of my cock.  It was still soaked from her saliva, and the fluid
dripped from it like water.  I cupped the back of her hair and began to
thrust into her mouth, gradually building up my pace.
   I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and reached for her rear.  Her
shorts were stretched tight over her delectable ass.  Curvaceous and plump,
but not disproportionate to her small frame, they rocked to and from me
while Ashley bobbed her head along my shaft.  I slapped a round butt cheek.
   She whimpered and staggered forward, her nose against my pubes.  I
waited for her to back off before giving her ass another slap.  Again she
whimpered and staggered forward.
   Ashley stayed smothered in my groin, her mouth wide open.  Copious
amounts of spit poured out, drenching my cock and boxers.  She made
gurgling sounds that only enhanced the roughness of the blowjob.
   I lifted her head up from my cock in fear she would choke on it.  Her
glazed eyes were partly concealed by the tousled hair over her face.  A
bubbly rope hung from her lower mouth.  Her left bra cup had fallen
completely off her breast, and with each heavy breath she took, her chest
swelled and fell hypnotically.
   Acting out of a twisted love for my sister's lewdness, I devoured the
lips that had been at work on pleasing my cock.  The kiss was wet, savage,
and fast.  It ended almost as soon as I tasted the precum on her tongue. 
The salty flavor was strong, and it could have been my actual load.  When
our mouths separated, a connected strand of saliva served as evidence of
our steamy lip lock.
   I placed my hands on her shoulders.  Ashley immediately lowered herself
to my cock.  She took me into her mouth as I moved my hands to her ass
cheeks.  I spent a few seconds kneading her flesh before deciding to get a
bare view.  Hooking the waistband, I pushed her shorts off her smooth rear
but left her panties in place.  I happily discovered I wouldn't need to get
rid of them to get a nice view of her ass.  Her panties were of the
g-string variety.
   Seeing my sister in such an exotic piece of lingerie intrigued me.  So
far I had seen her wear regular panties, thongs, and boy shorts.  Though
very sexy, they couldn't compare to the single thin string in the crevice
of her ass.  My curiosity took over and I traced a finger along the
material around her hips.
   Ashley adjusted herself beneath me, jutting her ass out.  It was like
she was sensing my thong fascination and making it easier for me to access
everything.  Not one to pass on a grand opportunity, I ran my finger
between her cheeks.  She hummed approvingly, which had the added effect of
titillating my cock head in her mouth.
   "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."
   She managed to free her mouth of my obtrusion despite me hunched over
her.  "That's what I'm trying to do, Tiger.  Does it turn you on seeing my
cute tushie in a g-string?"
   "Hell yeah.  Your ass looks spectacular in it."
   Ashley wiggled her rear back and forth.  "Does it make you want to grab
my ass?  Squeeze my ass?  Spank my ass until it turns red?  Be as bad as
you want with me.  I like being bad too."
   "Just get back to sucking my cock."
   "Yes sir," she giggled, her lips enveloping my girth as she took me into
her throat.
   My urge to cum was rapidly approaching; I needed to move swiftly if I
were to sample everything Ashley had to offer me.  I pried the g-string out
of the way and rubbed the opening of her anus.  The hole felt tiny against
my forefinger.  It was hard to imagine I once had three fingers and then my
cock in there.  But Ashley had taken all I had to give her, which included
two deposits of cum.  I was sure she could handle it again.  All I needed
to do first was get my fingers wet.
   I sucked on my right fore and middle finger and pressed the middle
against her anal ring.  Her butt flexed in, as did the first time I
attempted this, but a small push was all I needed to pop through the
entrance.  A couple seconds passed before the pressure subsided enough for
me to try with another.  The task wasn't quite as difficult and I soon had
her ass clenched around two of my fingers.
   Ashley moaned frantically while my cock and fingers had her skewered
from both ends.  The suction on my cock had ceased but simply having it on
her tongue was pleasurable enough.  I pumped my fingers in and out of her
ass, getting to the second joint before my angle prevented me from going in
any further.
   As my digits drilled into her anus, her butt cheeks jiggled in a
mesmerizing fashion.  The one I had slapped was still a light pink from my
brutish behavior.  It reminded me of when Aly had her hand imprinted on my
sister's derriere with a well-placed smack back in the beach store at the
mall.  Ashley's reaction to it hadn't been of anger but of jaw-dropping
surprise.  Combine that with her reaction to my own smacks and I could tell
she enjoyed the maltreatment.
   I caressed her right buttock with my left hand.  Smoother than a baby's
bottom, I was reluctant to do anything that could tarnish such perfection.
Yet before I could have given it another thought, my hand already had her
creamy flesh overflowing from between my fingers.  It was too late to stop
my greedy self-conscious, so I scooped up the spherical mass from below and
weighed it like I was weighing fruit at the market.
   "Damn, I still can't get over how incredible your ass is.  You've turned
me into an ass-lover overnight."
   Ashley plopped my cock out of her mouth.  "Don't stop fingering me." She
took me back into her mouth without the slightest delay.
   "I'll be doing more than just fingering your ass." Resuming the anal
penetration with my right hand, I raised my left into the air.  "Be strong
for me, babe.  This might sting a little."
   My sister didn't have a chance to respond before my hand swung down,
fingers splayed, directly onto her ass cheek.  The formidable wallop
sounded louder than thunder, and even felt like thunder.  A severe,
unexpected pain inflicted my hand.  I winced at the backlash.  If the
contact hurt me this badly, then it must have hurt my baby girl
tremendously.
   And it clearly did.  Ashley screamed, her mouth agape.  She collapsed
onto her elbows, her strength spanked out of her.  What started as a pink
handprint on her butt cheek quickly radiated throughout her whole body. 
The agonizing pressure of her anus returned, crushing my right set of
fingers inside of her.
   So much seemed to have been going on all at once but it took only an
instant for everything to calm down.  The pain in my hand diminished into a
tingling numbness.  Her scream quieted to a sob.  The pressure on my
fingers dissipated into nothingness.  Ashley's lips were closed tight
around my cock, her tongue licking it like a lollipop.
   The overwhelming luxury brought me back to my senses.  Besides her
crimson hue and her whimpers, it was as though nothing had happened at all.
She was either doing an excellent job holding in the pain or was actually
indifferent to it.  If she wasn't going to stop me, then I sure as heck
wasn't going to stop on my own.
   I raised my hand and swung it at her ass.  Smack!  Another swing. 
Smack! Again.  Smack!  Faster and faster, my hand eventually tingled to the
point of being entirely numb.
   Ashley ripped my cock out of her mouth.  "Fucking shit, spank my ass,"
she bawled.  "Make my ass sting.  Give me all you got, Tiger."
   I showed no remorse on my dear sister.  Crossing my arms, I spanked her
other cheek, one harsh swing after another, until she re-engulfed my
throbbing cock.  I grunted when her tongue swirled around every inch in her
mouth.  Powerless to contain myself, I quickly pulled her head away and
fisted my cock.  It erupted before I could warn her of my incoming orgasm.
   Cum shot number one blasted squarely onto the middle of her face.  A
thick, white rope streaked from the tip of her nose to her forehead.  The
next potent spurt painted her right cheek and blinded her right eye.  The
third landed on her upper lip and filled her nostril, barely missing her
open mouth.  I had no desire to feed my sister with sperm that afternoon. I
was going to let loose every ounce of my cum on her pretty face.
   I stroked my cock in a mad frenzy, aimlessly firing shots in every
direction.  My spunk glued her eyes shut, plastered her cheeks in white,
pasted her hair to her forehead, hung off her earlobe.  My final spurts had
just enough potency to coat her lower lip and chin in a glossy sheen.
   When my cock began to shrivel in my hand, I exhaled a huge breath and
toppled onto my pillow.  I watched Ashley slowly sit up with her head
tilted back as if to keep my cum from dripping off her face.  Tiny, milky
rivulets managed to drip down her neck anyway, all the way to her breasts.
   "Fuck, Tiger.  That's an enormous load," she muttered, wiping her hands
over her neck and chest.  "I must look like a filthy whore."
   "You should take a look in the mirror if you really want to see how
filthy you look."
   Honestly, my sister looked anything but filthy.  Obscene, maybe, and
slutty, sure.  But not filthy.  That word has such a negative meaning, and
despite her messy appearance I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  Even when
her facial features were impossible to recognize, she still looked
supremely hot and sexy.
   Ashley crawled off my bed, keeping her head tilted back.  Her hand
slipped on the edge and she almost fell over the side.  "Jeez, I can hardly
open my eyes to see where I'm going.  How many times did you cum?"
   "It felt like I came five times in a row." I wasn't trying to
exaggerate. It really did feel as though I came that many times.  And if I
didn't, then it sure looked like it judging by my sister's condition.
   She stood in front of my mirror wearing only her underwear.  "Oh my god,
I can't believe how outrageous I look.  It's like I was dunked face first
into a dog bowl of cum.  Fuck, it's even in my hair.  And look at how red
my ass is.  You really went crazy on it."
   Ashley bounced back onto my bed, cum droplets flying everywhere.  She
smiled enthusiastically.  "Is this what you call a facial?  I was thinking
of getting one at a spa before our date but maybe I'll just drop by your
room instead."
   "I'll need more than three days to recover enough cum to give you
another one.  Ask me again next week when I can finally get up."
   "But it looks like you're already up."
   I followed her gaze to my half-erect cock.  It wasn't going to
completely soften with my defaced sibling egging me on.  "Sis, give a guy a
break before you turn him on again.  I know that's really tough for you
because you're such a lovely nymphomaniac, but can you at least try?"
   "Of course, big brother.  If it's a break you need, it's a break you'll
get.  I can go to my room right now and lick all this yummy, gooey cum off
my face by myself.  That way I won't accidentally turn you on."
   "Oh no you don't.  You're not going anywhere." I yanked her down and she
fell forward across my stomach, her legs on one side of me and her arms on
the other.  Her ass was high in the air, a prime position for a spanking.
If only it hadn't already been abused.
   I lightly rubbed her heated buttocks.  "You like pain," I simply said.
   "I wouldn't call it pain.  More like rough love." She scooped a heavy
dollop of cum into her mouth.  "Mmm, tasty.  So warm and soothing."
   "So rough love is better than no love," I presumed.  While caressing her
tender flesh, I poked her soppy panties.
   "It takes a lot of love and trust to accept that kind of punishment. 
I'm glad you took it easy on me."
   "You've got to be joking.  I was spanking you as hard as I could.  My
hand still stings from what I did to your ass."
   "Well, it hurt a little at the beginning.  The first spank almost made
me bite down on your cock, but I don't think you'd like that.  The next one
hurt too, though in a good way.  Then the rest came so fast that my butt
went numb to the pain and all I could feel was a burning flame spreading to
my pussy.  I had an orgasm when you switched to my other butt cheek.  Can
you feel how wet my panties are?"
   "Heck yeah, I can.  This itty-bitty thing can't absorb any of your
juices."
   Ashley ate another dollop of my cum off her face.  "You have a panty
fetish."
   "Every guy has a panty fetish."
   "To an extent.  Guys like panties because it's the wrapping paper to a
very expensive present.  The fun with panties is when it's time to take it
off and see what's hidden beneath.  You, on the other hand, like the
wrapping paper more than the present."
   "What makes you say that?  I like what's beneath your panties very
much."
   "It's the way you stare at me.  Your eyes get really big and starry when
I'm wearing something sexy.  You look like a kid on Christmas morning."
   Ashley had me figured out too well.  As much as I enjoyed her nude form,
I also enjoyed how barely-there underwear accentuated her overall beauty.
It's the wide spectrum of colors, the variety of fine fabrics, and the
menagerie of different designs and styles that drove me bonkers.  There
wasn't anything in the world that fascinated me more than seeing my sister
in lavish unmentionables.
   "Okay, you got me.  I have an unhealthy panty-fetish and I'm in need of
serious help.  It's all because of how drop-dead gorgeous you are when
you're in them."
   Ashley turned her head to me and smiled.  "Or when I'm covered in cum?"
   Her face had been cleaned of most of my creamy sperm blobs.  All that
was left was a shiny polish.  "Especially when you're covered in cum."
   She scooted up my torso, her face daringly close to mine.  I could smell
the pungent scent of fresh cum with her every breath.  I wholly welcomed
her pliant lips when she kissed me.
   "Bry, I think I can help you take care of your panty-fetish."
   "What do you have in mind?"
   "It's a surprise.  You'll have to wait and see what I have in store for
you.  In the meantime..."Ashley got onto her knees and scooted higher up my
chest.  With her legs at either side of my head, she pulled away the gusset
of her tiny underwear.  I stared up at her pussy.  "Get your tongue ready
for me, Tiger.  It's my turn to cum all over your face."
   * * * Wednesday * * *
   "Rise and shine, my big hunky brother of mine."
   My cozy blanket was wrenched out of my weak grip.  "Ash?  What the heck
are you doing?"
   "Waking you up, of course.  It's almost nine.  Time to get out of bed."
   I sluggishly sat up and read my clock.  "Nine already?  What happened
this morning?  Aren't we supposed to be jogging with your friends?"
   The bed bounced like a paddleboat in the middle of a storm as my lively
sister climbed on.  Dressed in a styling ruffled miniskirt, a sexy
tight-fitting blouse, and remarkably higher heels than what she normally
wore, Ashley looked ready to take on the hottest nightclub in town.
   "No jogging today.  Today's going to be a fun day for just the two of
us. I have a bunch of things I want to do and they all include you."
   "I see...  and I assume I have to get dressed so we can get started
right away."
   "Yup, we don't have a minute to spare.  First thing on my agenda is a
shopping spree.  I want to get to the store before it gets crowded."
   "Shopping doesn't sound like much fun.  Not for me, anyway."
   "Oh, don't worry.  You'll have tons of fun with where I'm taking you."
   "You're taking me?  Last time I checked you still don't have a license."
   "Bry," she whined, increasing the pitch of her voice, pouting her lips,
playing her puppy dog card right at the get-go.  "Please, please, please
let me drive your car so I can take the most awesome-est brother in the
world on a shopping spree he'll never forget?"
   I couldn't deny a request that I had surrendered to all but once. 
"Since you put it that way, pour me a glass of orange juice while I get
ready and I'll even let you choose the radio station."
   "I was right.  You are the most awesome-est brother in the whole wide
world." Ashley tackled me onto my pillow, a gentle kiss on my lips all I
needed to be wide awake beneath her warm body.
   And in a few short minutes, she and I were on the road beneath the sun's
scorching hot rays.
   "So where are going shopping, sis?  Or a better question, what are we
shopping for?"
   "You'll find out in a minute.  We're going to a very cool clothing
store. Like I said, you'll like what they have there."
   While the car sped past one store after another, I pondered the
possibilities of where Ashley could have been taking me.  Each passing
store appeared less and less familiar, and also more and more expensive. 
We were in an pricey part of town, a mini Rodeo Drive if you will.  Since I
couldn't afford a measly tie at any of the designer stores in the area, I
spent very little time there.  I wouldn't be surprised, however, if Ashley
was well-acquainted with the strip.  She parked in front of a specialized
clothing store.
   I hesitantly stepped out of the car, finding it hard to believe this was
going to be our stop.  "Why'd you park at this place?"
   Buoyant as ever, my sister skipped around the front of the car to my
side.  "This is where I want to go shopping, duh."
   "You've got to be kidding.  This is really where you wanted to take me?"
   "Uh-huh, didn't I say it was a cool store?  C'mon, let's go in.  There's
a ton of stuff I want to try out."
   Ashley and I were less than ten feet from the entrance to the racy and
grandiose Temptations, a lingerie store of fantastical proportions.  I had
only heard tidbits about the little shop of hedonism, but piece those
tidbits together and I had an excellent idea of what to expect: exotic
underwear with lots of peeks at naked flesh, and kinky costumes to fulfill
any man's fantasy.
   Ashley took the first step toward the double glass door, and then one
more before turning around to face me.  "Bry, what are you waiting for? 
The fun's inside the store, not out here."
   I glanced side to side, hoping I wouldn't be seen by anyone I knew.  You
could never be too cautious.  "This place isn't really meant for a guy like
me.  I feel weird just looking at these display windows, let alone being on
the other side of them."
   "It's okay.  Guys come here all the time with their girlfriends. 
There's nothing to feel weird about.  Besides, don't you want to see me try
out some of this stuff?  I'll need your input on what looks good on me.  I
still feel bad for not letting you pick out my bikini like I said you
could. To make up for it, I want you to pick out something for me to wear
for our date."
   Put it that way and I would have entered a lion's cage if it meant
watching my sister put on a private lingerie show for me.  "All right, I'll
go in, but only because you asked me so nicely."
   The inside was as lavish as I had envisioned.  Pink, pink, and more pink
everywhere the eye could see, interspersed by a myriad of Valentine colors
and gold.  The risqué mannequins standing in the display windows were only
a small preview of the delights the store had to offer.  From elaborate
full body gowns to itty-bitty patches of lace, the store had all a woman
needed to feel and look like a million bucks.  Hours of fun could be spent
swimming through the sea of silk, velvet, and leather.
   "See anything you like?" Ashley smilingly asked.
   "Yeah, everything.  I don't know where to start."
   "Then let's keep it simple.  Start at the beginning."
   I followed Ashley to a nearby shelf layered with sheer panties.  They
were so sheer, I could see her face through the fabric as she held a pair
up for inspection.  "Oh, these look pretty.  Here, feel it.  Isn't that
nice?"
   The panties felt wonderfully smooth against my forefinger.  "Yeah, very
nice.  You'd look great in these."
   "I don't like the color, though.  Lime green is too bright.  Which one
do you like?"
   My eyes explored all the different colored panties on the shelf.  "Hmm,
black is pretty nice.  It makes you look so much more mature, especially
when the lighting is really soft.  But I like white a lot too.  It's simple
and pure, which is perfect since you're always smiling and so cheery.  Red
is also very sexy.  It's such a mischievous color, and it matches you
perfectly when you're being devilish and naughty.  Then there's purple,
blue, and all the shades in between...  it's impossible to choose just
one."
   "I never said you have to pick one color.  Panties aren't the only
things I'm buying."
   "What else is there?"
   Ashley waved her arm toward the rest of the store, opening my eyes to
the magical world of lingerie.  "Look around, Bry.  There's more to
underwear than just bras and panties.  There's negligees, teddies, baby
dolls, bustiers, corsets, garter belts, and stockings.  The list keeps
going and going.  If there's anything you want to see your baby girl in,
anything in your wildest dreams, just tell me and I'll make it come true."
   My brain raced through the many fantasies I had of my sister.  They were
as varied as the color of panties I was examining.  Schoolgirl Ashley,
cheerleader Ashley, nurse Ashley, secretary Ashley, newlywed Ashley.  You
name it, I've dreamt about it.  There was one thing all the different
versions of Ashley had in common: the breathtaking underwear beneath all of
her suggestive costumes.
   I eyed an interesting piece of lingerie behind her.  "Sis, my first
fantasy involves you wearing something like that." I showed her the silver
bustier I was drawn to for her approval.  She gave me two big thumbs-up.
   I repeated a similar line for my second, third, and eventually sixth
fantasy outfit.  We scoured every shelf and skimmed every rack for the
raunchiest underwear and nightwear known to man.  The chance to inspect
frilly teddies and see-through baby dolls with my sister brought out a side
of me I had never seen before.  For once, I was actually enjoying shopping
for clothes.  I wanted to know everything there was to know about lingerie,
like what's the difference between a bustier and a corset, or a camisole
and a slip.  Ashley tried her best to explain it to me but I had a feeling
even she didn't know the finer details.  We required the assistance of a
buxom redhead to clarify things, although I still wasn't able to understand
all the intricacies.  It didn't help that I could only pay attention to the
woman's deep cleavage in a low-cut neckline and a micro skirt that made
Ashley's miniskirt look modest.
   The twenty-something year-old answered one more question before we let
her go to help with another customer.
   "Oh my god, check out her ass," Ashley said secretively.  "Hers is way
rounder than mine.  Just look at it."
   "The only reason hers looks so good is because of the skirt she has on.
Your ass is still much nicer."
   "Think mine would look hot in a skirt like that?"
   "Without a doubt, babe.  I see some sexy shorts and skirts in the corner
over there.  Let's check them out."
   In addition to provocative lingerie, the store had a wide array of
suggestive outerwear.  Booty shorts, cut-off jeans, tees with phrases like
"Good girl gone bad", "So many men, so little time", "Wanna ride?", and a
slew of others that made me blush just reading to myself.
   Ashley held up one of the naughty shirts, her back turned to me.  "Mom
and dad would freak if they saw me wear this.  'Free stripping and
handling'.  And look at these.  'Future M.I.L.F.', 'Silicone free', 'Angel
until 18'.  Some of them fit me perfectly."
   "Are you referring to the logo or the size?"
   "Both." She grinned over her shoulder, making sure I noticed her
troublemaker smile.  "Look at how tiny the skirts are over here.  If I wear
these, it'll be a free peep show for anyone behind me."
   I x-rayed her ass beneath her clothes, imagining the voyeuristic
scenario.  "What's the price of admission to get more than just a peep?"
   Ashley hiked up the back of skirt.  Her forefinger traced her naked butt
crack.  "For you, nothing."
   The bundle of clothes I had been carrying dropped to the floor.  "Ash,
you're not wearing any panties!"
   "No wonder it feels so breezy.  It's a good thing we're shopping for
underwear." She calmly tidied her skirt back down over her ass.  "Hurry and
pick up the clothes.  I think it's time for me to try them on."
   Each sway of my sister's hips teased me with a near glimpse of bare
buttocks as I followed her to the back of the store.  I had already been
staring at her ass religiously while we were shopping, but knowing there
was nothing beneath her skirt had me praying to the higher ups for a
miracle gust of wind.  It was a big stretch of the imagination, of course,
considering we were indoors, but a guy could think silly things when he's
around a pretty girl.
   Ashley and I went through a few sets of heavy curtains before I almost
dropped her clothes again in the most extravagant dressing area I had ever
been in.  "Wow," I muttered, "I feel like I'm on a porn set all of a
sudden."
   The richly decorated room looked like a salacious Arabic palace from an
X-rated version of Aladdin.  The walls were draped with thick layers of
curtains.  A gold chandelier armed with dozens of light bulbs hung from the
painted ceiling.  Rows of shelves and small tables supported opulent gold
vases and statues.  A large half-circle sofa stretched along the wall
opposite five curtained dressing stalls.  Piles of square and log pillows
stitched with Arabic calligraphy were littered on the sofa and lush carpet.
Every color of the rainbow was represented, with the color of royalty,
purple, given the most representation.
   "This place is beautiful," Ashley said.  "I should decorate my room like
this."
   "You've never shopped here before?"
   She brushed aside the curtain to the middle dressing stall and opened an
inner door.  The interior was as lavishly decorated as the exterior.  It
was as wide our bathroom and just as deep.  A glass mirror covered one
entire wall and a small rack of clothing props was situated in the back.
   "This is my first time.  My friends have bought underwear here and
suggested I come check it out for myself."
   "Girls keep buying lingerie at a younger age these days."
   Giggling, she told me, "Put all the clothes on the bench over there and
wait for me outside.  Your very own fashion show starts in just five
minutes."
   "You spoil me too much."
   "Consider it payback for all the times you've spoiled me." Ashley kissed
me merrily on the lips.  "Now get out of here so I can change." She smacked
my derriere as I made my way out.
   Slumped in the middle of the cozy sofa, I twiddled my thumbs as I waited
for my sister's grand emergence.  She and I had picked out a little bit of
everything, so there was no shortage of outfits she could assemble.  Maybe
she'd match the floral maroon boy short with the frilly bustier.  Or maybe
she'd wear something sinfully playful like the tight orange hot pants and
red halter top glittered with the word "Jailbait".  My erection swelled at
the thought of it.
   Looking around, I could tell the room's setting was clearly designed to
stimulate carnal feelings.  Everything from the colors to the lavender
scent in the warm air added to the sensual atmosphere.  It was further
enhanced by the music playing overhead, which ranged from jazz to a bit of
pop and dance.  Because of all these elements, in addition to the prospect
of a racy show, I didn't feel awkward sporting a blatant boner.  I recalled
one other customer and two woman employees, so chances of an interruption
should be minimal.
   "Bry, are you ready for me?" Ashley shouted from her room.
   "Yeah, I'm always ready for you," I shouted back, immediately feeling
very self-conscious for shouting aloud publicly.
   "Okay, here I come."
   The show started with a bang as the curtains were ripped to the side. 
Ashley stood at the entrance with a hand on her hip and the other
supporting herself on the doorframe.  A turquoise corset with matching
panties and a white garter belt attached to thigh-high stockings made her
the personification of hotness.
   "Holy...  you look gorgeous, Ash."
   My sister sashayed to the music to where I sat in awe, and did a
pirouette at my feet.  "I really like this outfit.  Super sexy yet it
doesn't reveal all my goodies." Her hips and arms moved in sync to the song
overhead.  She was performing a slow, sensuous dance just for me, simple in
movement yet vastly erotic in style.
   Ashley suddenly stopped dancing, much to my disappointment, but followed
it up by bending forward until her breasts were magnified in front of my
face.  "Take a closer look and don't be afraid to cop a feel.  Tell me what
you think about it."
   I slid my hands around to her ass, scooping two handfuls of soft flesh,
and pulled her into me.  She tumbled onto the sofa, straddling my lap.  "I
don't know where to start.  I love everything about it.  Fuck, it's hard to
believe you're actually wearing something like this.  I've only seen this
stuff worn by older models."
   Regaining her composure on top of me, Ashley began to gyrate her slim
body, tempting me with the pair of breasts spilling over the tight piece of
lingerie.  "Girls just graduating from high school aren't old enough to
wear corsets and garters?"
   Unable to resist, I wetted my lips and moved closer to her chest,
kissing the abundance of naked skin.  Her gyrations ceased, her body
motionless as she let me have my way with her.  My hands crept up the sides
of the corset, feeling the little ridges of the etched pattern and tracing
the contour of her slender figure.
   As I kissed the top of her breasts to the base of her neck, I
intermittently told her, "It's hard to believe that the little sister I've
been growing up with all these years, who I thought was the perfect little
angel, who never got in serious trouble and never dressed provocatively,
would be showing off her sexy little body so wantonly with other people
around."
   Ashley snapped my head back from her bust.  "I don't see anyone around
right now besides you." Like a starved predator having caught its prey, she
practically swallowed my lips into her mouth, our tongues clashing as we
groped at whatever body parts we could get our hands on.
   I clawed at her splendid ass.  It didn't matter to me that someone could
have come in at any moment and disrupted our steamy kiss.  We were in a
store that encouraged lust and desires.  I was simply acting out on the
fanatical lust and desire I had for my sister.
   Ashley abruptly severed our kiss.  We huffed and puffed for much-needed
air.  She slowly rose off my lap.  "Whew, this one is a keeper."
   "Yeah, definitely." A corset was something I could easily see myself
undressing Ashley from night after night.
   I admired her taut ass gradually distancing itself from me.  "Where are
you going?"
   "To try on another outfit.  Ill be back in a jiffy." Ashley closed the
lavish curtains separating us.
   I lolled my head against the plush backrest and sighed.  This had to be
the single greatest day of my life.  Forget my high school graduation,
forget my eighteenth birthday party bash, forget everything that'd happened
in my twenty years of existence.  I was in heaven.  A heaven filled with
satiny delights, pink pleasures, and my sweetheart's glorified assets.
   With my head in the clouds, I didn't notice the redhead from earlier and
a customer entering the room until they passed me to an unoccupied stall.
The redhead ushered the woman in before turning to me with an enchanting
smile.  Her long legs in five inch stilettos carried her stacked frame to
where I gawked stupidly.  She sat down next to me.
   Her voice was low and sultry.  "Hello again, sir.  Have you and your
girlfriend been able to find everything you're looking for?"
   I clumped my hands together to futilely cover my hard-on.  "Y-yeah, we
have.  She's changing into something right now."
   "Oh, so is she putting on a little show for you?  We don't get too many
couples daring enough to do that.  Many prefer to use the smaller dressing
rooms just outside.  If you don't mind me asking, how old is your
girlfriend?"
   I told her the ripe age of eighteen.
   "Wow, so young.  When I was her age, I was still shopping for underwear
at your average department store.  You're a lucky man to have such a
beautiful girlfriend willing to model for you.  Would it be okay if I stay
for a minute and see how our items look on her?"
   Before I could answer, Ashley carelessly announced, "Okay, I'm all
ready. Feast your eyes on this, Tiger." Her curtains were thrown to the
side.
   "Good lord," the woman uttered, staring in disbelief.  "You are one very
lucky man."
   Whereas Ashley's first ensemble was traditional lingerie and made her
appear very mature, this next one thoroughly accentuated her youthfulness.
She was pink and yellow striped from breasts to toes in a bra and panty
set, more for swimwear than bed wear, and a matching pair of striped socks
rolled up to her thighs.  The strings to her top looped behind her neck;
the strings to her bottom hung low on her hips in a horizontal line.
   Ashley stood frozen in her dressing room, not expecting to put on a
pageant for two.  The redhead motioned with her hand for Ashley to come
over.  "Don't be shy, let's have a closer look.  I didn't mean to startle
you.  I was asking your boyfriend if I could stay."
   Ashley crept toward the couch, hands behind her back and blushing pinker
than her underwear.  "It's okay, you can stay.  How do I look?"
   "Simply marvelous," the woman complimented.  "You have a figure that'd
make supermodels jealous."
   "Brian, what do you think?"
   "I think you should model professionally.  You're stunning."
   My statuesque sister beamed a flawless smile.  As if my praise helped
her regain her confidence, she spun on her feet and rocked her hips to the
upbeat song that was playing.  I couldn't believe she was bold enough to
dance like this in front of a stranger.
   "Hold that pose," the woman said, stepping up to Ashley who had her back
to us.  The woman, a good four or five inches taller than my sibling, bent
over slightly, just enough to have her skirt inadvertently ride up and
flash me her black panties.  She placed her hands on Ashley's left thigh
and pulled her sock higher, which I hadn't realized was uneven with the
other.  She then proceeded to pinch the triangular backside of Ashley's
thong and adjusted it neatly into her crack.  "There, much better.  Can't
allow the smallest detail to go unnoticed."
   Ashley turned around to us.  "Thanks, ma'am.  I'm a little excited to
try some of this stuff on.  A lot of these will be a first for me."
   "Call me Annette, sweetie.  I understand how much of a thrill it is to
wear sexy clothes, especially for a cute boyfriend.  Or a cute girlfriend,"
the woman added with a wink.  "I should be heading outside now to see if
anyone else needs help.  If you have any questions or just want a second
opinion, please feel free to find me and ask." She complimented Ashley once
more before heading out.
   My barely-dressed dancer restarted her routine, her hue returning to
peachy.  "Bry, why didn't you warn me we had a guest?  I was so embarrassed
when I saw her sitting with you."
   "You didn't give me much of a chance before you barged out like you
owned the place.  It looked like you got over it pretty fast, dancing in
front of us like that."
   "She's probably seen her fair share of women in my heels.  I don't have
anything she hasn't seen before."
   Ashley turned away from me and plopped her ass down onto my lap.  "This
dancing has me worn out a little.  You don't mind if I sit down for a
minute, do you?"
   Her ass rubbed against my rigid pole.  "Not at all.  You can sit down
for as long as you want.  But only if you tell me how you became such an
exhibitionist."
   "Because I was dancing for you and that big-titted redhead?"
   "Don't be mean.  That lady seemed really nice."
   "It's a compliment.  Those puppies must drive men wild.  I can feel how
much it affects you."
   "Trust me, you have a much more profound effect on me than any busty
woman."
   Ashley leaned back, resting against my chest, her golden hair blinding
me beneath the bright lights.  "I'm not really an exhibitionist.  I'm just
not afraid of having fun with you when there are other people around."
   "Sounds like an exhibitionist to me.  You should be careful with how
much fun you have.  Restraint isn't your best quality."
   She gyrated into my groin, rubbing my cock in all the right ways.  "I
feel so sexy in these clothes.  It'd be a dream come true if I could take
everything I wear home."
   Her gyrations quickened, her ass pushing down harder onto me.  I gulped
down what felt like a golf ball stuck in my throat.  "Sis, what are you up
to?"
   "Isn't it obvious?  I'm giving you a lap dance."
   It's official.  This was indeed the greatest day of my life.  "Go ahead,
Tiger, feel me up.  I don't have a no-touching policy."
   "Restraint really isn't your best quality," I jokingly repeated.
   Nor was it mine.  I laid my hands on the small area of skin between her
panties and socks, her skin hot to the touch.  I kept my hands steady and
let her movements rub her thighs against my fingers.
   "You feel so big between my ass cheeks.  So thick and hard.  I remember
so well how you filled my ass when you screwed me.  It's been awhile since
you've fucked my ass, hasn't it?  My ass really misses the feel of you
fucking it senseless.  You miss my ass too, don't you?  You want to rip my
panties off?  Slam your cock into my tight asshole?"
   "That and a whole lot of other nasty things."
   I was getting riled up fast.  Blood and adrenaline zipped through my
system, steeling my cock to industrial strength.  My eyes saw pink and
yellow panties rubbing my lead pipe, but my brain saw my dirty sister naked
and impaled by it.  One peek at her puckered anus and I'd be balls deep
inside her in a heartbeat.
   Momentarily freeing me from her seductive allure, Ashley hopped onto her
heels.  "If you want my ass, you better show me how far you're willing to
go for it."
   Uninhibited, untamed, she danced with more style, more energy.  Her
legs, arms, and hips swayed suggestively, teasingly, but never
exhaustingly. Her butt cheeks, bare except for the miniscule cotton patch
in her crevice, attracted most of my attention.  I looked up to see a lewd
smile lighting up her face as she glanced at me over her shoulder.
   "This is what you want, isn't it?  My nice, round ass?" Ashley reached
behind and slapped her left cheek.  My dick throbbed at the harsh sound. 
"Answer me, Tiger.  You want my ass, don't you?" I excitedly nodded like a
toy bobble head.  "Show me what you'll do for it.  I want to see how bad
you want it."
   Ashley twirled around.  I yearned for a longer glimpse of ass but her
breasts and flat tummy made me forget all about it.  Her hands settled on
my knees and gently pushed them apart.  She sunk to a squatting position
while massaging my inner thighs.  Her fingers lightly scratched my engorged
member through my clothes, her lusty hazel eyes transfixed on mine.  She
nipped my pants with her teeth, slowly advancing to the solid lump.
   "Tiger, do you want to stroke your cock right now?"
   I groaned deeply, the pleasure too great to keep subdued.  "More than
anything.  Damn, you're so hot."
   Leave it to me to state the obvious.  Fortunately it had enough fire to
get my sister more animated.  She rolled her tongue out, licking my cock
through my pants, and scratched my abdomen with her long, painted
fingernails.
   "Stroke your prick for me," Ashley purred.  "Let me see you play with
yourself."
   I felt my skeleton jump out of my skin.  "Are you out of your mind?  I'm
not going to do that here."
   "Why not?  You said you wanted to stroke it.  I'd hate for you to have a
bad case of blue balls."
   "Ash, it's all this dirty talk and dancing that has me so hard.  If you
keep this up, my cock is going to tear through my pants."
   The devilish hussy climbed onto the sofa, straddling me like she'd done
in the first outfit.  Her sexy movements persisted with her breasts in my
face.  "Then why not take your cock out so it doesn't make an embarrassing
hole in a perfectly fine pair of pants?"
   Her logic made a lot of sense.  I did like the pants I had on, and it
would have felt awfully nice to stroke my cock while receiving a lap dance.
But wait a minute...  no, no, no!  I had to stay strong, I had to say no. I
couldn't do something so absurd as masturbating in a lingerie store.  What
in the world could have made my sister think I'd say yes to that?  Sure, my
tented bump was visible from the moon and she had my face smothered between
her breasts, but it'd take a lot more than that for my concrete resolve to
crumble.
   Ashley, nevertheless, had just the trick to demolish my brick wall.  She
tossed her golden hair to the side and reached behind her neck, a wicked
glint shimmering in her eyes.  "Since you're afraid of showing me yours,
I'll show you mine first." She stretched her hands into the air, holding
the strings to her bikini top above her head.  My eyes bulged out of their
sockets more than my cock ever could from my pants.
   I knew I was lost under her spell when, instead of saying something
rational like "tie it back on before someone sees you," I wordlessly cupped
her tender breasts.  Sensibility had taken a backseat to shameless desire.
I wanted to see her perky pink nipples, to see how excited she was by
acting like a total cocktease.
   And oh boy, did Ashley play that role to a tee.  Being careful not to
let the triangular cups fall forth, she crumpled up the strings and bit
down on them, holding the bikini top in place with only her teeth.  The
indents of her nipples were faintly visible through the cotton.
   Leave it to divine intervention--or plain bad luck--to put everything to
a standstill.  The woman who had been escorted by the redhead came out of
her dressing room, her attention cast on the bundle of clothes draped over
her arm.  She walked by with nary a glance in our direction.
   Ashley stayed motionless on my lap until the woman was out of sight and
I told her it was okay to move again.  Ashley's skin was beyond pink, her
eyes having grown to the size of Oreos.  She began to retie her bikini top.
"Bry, why didn't you tell me someone else was in here?"
   "You didn't ask."
   She rubbed my skull with her knuckle.  Noogies were reserved for the
most severe punishments.
   "Ow, that wasn't very nice."
   Ashley stuck her tongue out as she climbed off me and vanished into her
dressing room.
   What a bummer.  That was the end of my fashion show, I presumed.  The
reality that we weren't alone had knocked some sense into us.  There was no
way Ashley would dare continue her indecent proposal after being almost
caught topless.  It was a shame I didn't get to see everything we had
selected for her to wear.  There were still a good three or four outfits
she could have put together.
   The minutes on my cell phone slowly ticked away as I waited for Ashley
to come out.  Though I had never worn a skirt and blouse before, I didn't
think it should have taken ten minutes to get dressed.  Lo' and behold, I
was in for a drool-inducing surprise when she finally shed the curtains.
   Some of the items I had snagged for my sister were hand-picked by me;
others were tossed into the growing pile of lingerie at her whim.  The
ensemble she was showing off was one of her own creations.  Baby blue
fishnet stockings led to silky white panties, partially covered by a blue
skirt.  The skirt couldn't really be called one since its purpose wasn't to
hide but to tantalize; it was just over two inches from the waistband to
the hem and could have easily been mistaken for a loose belt.  Past her
naked midriff was a baby blue fishnet top and a white lacy bra.  To
complete the astonishing look, she had a black choker with metal spikes
clasped around her neck.
   No asking how she looked this time.  Ashley catwalked right up to me and
jumped onto my lap like I was old man Santa.  It was her turn to state to
obvious.  "You're still hard."
   "How can I not be with you looking like a pornstar."
   "Hmm, a pornstar, huh?  Between that and modeling, I must have a pretty
bright future.  But don't you worry.  I promise to always remember the man
that led me to stardom."
   "The only time you're going to be either of those is around me," I
defensively remarked.
   "Oh, possessive and needy.  I like that.  You know you're the only one
who can handle this."
   Ashley hopped off my lap and spun her back to me.  Bending forward, she
reached down to her ankles spread past shoulder-width.  Her skirt
completely rose up from her ass and the pencil-width string between her
cheeks looked ready to snap with the slightest tug.  She swayed her
proudest asset.  "You can handle this, can't you?"
   So much for sensibility being knocked back into us.  "You just don't
quit."
   Ashley giggled with her head upside-down between her legs.  "Mom and dad
taught me to never give up if there's something I really want."
   My mouth watered profusely.  This wasn't the first time her ass called
to me to grab it.  The same opportunity arose the previous Friday when I
went shopping with Ashley and her friends for bikinis, though that scenario
wasn't anywhere as arousing as my current one.  Any semblance of
self-control I had against my sister's wild antics were diminishing by the
second.  Her insanity was replacing all logical reasoning.
   I curved my fingers to fit the curvature of her bubble butt and planted
my hands on her smooth skin.  It was like trying to palm a basketball. 
"We're going to get in so much trouble."
   She straightened up, flinging her hair back with my hands still glued to
her.  "We haven't gotten in trouble yet."
   Keyword: yet.  A very important word that Ashley cared little for.  Just
because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it never will.  But try
explaining that to her.  Ignore the fact that someone had already found us
in a very compromising situation.
Ashley batted my hands off her rear and shoved me back against the seat.
She stepped onto the sofa, her heels piercing the velvet cushions on either
side of me.
   "What's the status on your panty fetish?"
   Holding onto her slender calves for her support and my own
self-satisfaction, I stared up at her flower-printed underwear as she
performed a pole dancer shimmy right above me.  "Are you trying to cure it
or make it worse?"
   She placed her right hand on the wall behind us for additional balance
as she rotated her hips in a captivating slow-dance.  "Depends on how you
look at it.  If by cure, you mean giving you a daily dose of panty shots,
then yes, I'm trying to cure you.  If by worse, you mean making you more
obsessed than ever with them, then yes, I'm trying to make it worse.  Pick
whatever turns you on the most."
   I was as hard as I'd ever get, so I couldn't tell which had the greater
effect on me.  Both involved a plethora of sexy underwear modeled by none
other than the love of my life.  Either way it was a win-win situation.
   The minutes slowly passed as Ashley continued her sensual performance.
It could have been hours for all I cared.  None of her single movements
were ever exactly the same, and no matter how many times she bumped and
grinded her crotch into my face, I would have watched with the intensity
during the tenth hour as I did the second I laid eyes on her.
   Stepping in place to the tune of Michael Jackson's "Pretty Young Thing",
the firm muscles in her calves tightened as I ran my hands over her fishnet
stockings.  Not only was it the first time I had seen Ashley in fishnets,
it was the first I had seen her in stockings of any kind.  Normally the
highlight of my summers would've been catching Ashley in a cute one-piece
bikini, the most revealing outfit I would ever get to see of her in.  But
now?  Anything that wasn't suitable for an X-rated movie was sacrilegious.
   Around the fifth minute of staring straight up at the perfect
culmination of every man's wet dream, my neck started to cramp.  I was
human after all and the weight of my over-inflated ego was too heavy to
support.  There couldn't be many guys in the world who could share a
similar experience.
   Ashley carefully turned around, presenting an up-close and personal look
at the ass I love so much.  Any discomfort I was feeling was suddenly
nonexistent.
   "You don't mind if I sit again, do you?" she asked, her voice omnipotent
in an ass-filled paradise.
   "Only as long as I get to--" keep my hands on those sexy, smooth legs of
hers.  That's what I wanted to say before her ass came down on my face like
a solar eclipse.
   I could barely open my mouth, barely breathe with so much flesh
smothering me.  Ashley had my head tilted all the way back on top of the
backrest, sitting on me like I was an extension of the sofa.  She rotated
her ass in circles, forcing my head in the same motion.  I tried to fight
her off so I could breathe again but she just laughed at my muzzled cries
for air.
   How could my little sister be so sadistic?  She wouldn't hurt a fly, and
yet now she was giggling like an evil villain while she asphyxiated me with
her bountiful mound of ass.  It was unheard of for a girl more delicate
than a rose.
   The lack of oxygen to my head made me snap.  An ass of this magnitude
and letting my salacious sister prance around half-naked for so long had
taken its toll on me and my granite cock.  Since she didn't mind showing
off her goodies in the back of a clothing store, then neither would I.  I
was determined to get some action before someone inevitably caught us.
   Shoving the pair of buns away from my face, I slipped out from beneath
my sister like a greased pig.  She lost some of her balance and fell
forward, right onto my shoulder as I stood in front of her.  Possessed by a
desire to get my rocks off, I carried her off the couch, across the waiting
room, and past the curtains to her dressing room.  I kicked the inner door
and locked it shut while she feverishly raked my neck and spine with her
fingernails.
   Once our privacy was secured, Ashley pushed herself off my shoulder and
dropped to her knees.  As if my pants were on fire, she hacked away the
bronze zipper to save my penis from perilous doom.  The burning red crown,
poking through the front of my underwear, was leaking precum.  Ashley
enveloped the tip in her wet mouth, thirsty for something thick and creamy.
She moaned at the feel and taste of a hard dick on her tongue.
   In less than twenty seconds I went from being smothered by ass to being
surrounded by lips.  Talk about instant results.  My cock-gobbling sister
stared up at me as she bobbed her head and sucked my tube.  There was a
magnificent twinkle in her eyes.
   I withdrew my penis from her mouth.  No, I wasn't out of my mind or
having second thoughts.  I just felt like showing my sister how much I love
her.  I pulled Ashley to her feet and kissed her soft lips fiercely.  As
her tongue entered and explored my mouth, her fingers closed around my
shaft and rubbed the oozing tip onto the front of her panties.  I kissed
her lips with increasing fervor as she jacked my rod.
   "I love you," I muttered, attempting to light a spark of romance in a
very non-romantic situation.
   Ashley lowered to her knees, panting deliriously, her eyes dead-set on
the pole in her hand.  Forgoing the lovey-dovey stuff was all right with my
penis.  It was more interested in being sucked on by her expert mouth.
   I held onto the sides of her head.  "Open up, babe.  You want my cock,
you got it."
   Even though Ashley was expecting me to slide my member through her lips,
she wasn't expecting me to do it so forcefully.  She squealed as my cock
crashed into the back of her throat, disrupting her breathing pattern.  I
pulled out, keeping the head on her tongue.  She needed only a second to
regain her composure.  Her squeal turned to mewls as she instinctively
started sucking.
   Sighing at the wet softness of her mouth, I pushed in until she
swallowed half my length.  I felt her gag slightly, a rare occurrence
considering how effortlessly she had normally taken me.  Her face contorted
and her head jerked back.  I kept my dick in her mouth and pumped with
short, shallow plunges.  Her lips became wetter and wetter with each
sampling of cock.
   Ashley stared down at the column of flesh penetrating her mouth, moaning
and slurping on my meat.  She was as turned on as I was, and I had no doubt
this had been her plan all along.  She got off on public exposure, having
done so in the proximity of total strangers more than once already.  As
long as the chance of being caught by someone I knew was slim, public
exposure fired me up too.
   "God damn, sis, you look so fucking sexy.  Use your tongue, babe.  Fuck
yeah, don't stop.  You're going to make me cum so hard."
   Ashley's eyes darted up to mine excitedly.  She kept sucking, pulling in
her cheeks, caressing my cock with her lips and tongue.  My veiny shaft
slid back and forth through her mouth as she bobbed her head, increasing
the intensity and pleasure of another world-class blowjob.
   Oh man, Ashley looked so sexy, and so very slutty.  Her face had a
cuteness that made her innocently young, but the dick in her hot mouth and
the provocative lingerie barely covering her nubile body turned my baby
sister into a gorgeous cock-sucking lolita.  She didn't just look the part,
she acted it by swallowing my constant flow of precum.  Her hazel eyes
glowed as she worked her jaw around my cock, making soft little moans that
made me ooze more of the delicious juice she loved to drink.
   The pleasure consumed me.  I was tremendously aroused from viewing her
skimpy underwear and sensual lap dance, but her lack of inhibitions and the
incredible feeling of her moist mouth pushed me over the edge.
   I held onto the back of her head, keeping her mouth still as I blew my
load.  "Fuck," I gasped, "suck it, babe.  Drink every last drop of my cum.
Taste it all."
   Ashley growled ferociously, hungry for the sperm shooting toward the
back of her throat.  Her tongue massaged the underside of my cock head,
tasting my salty cum for only a millisecond before she had to swallow, lest
my load overfill her mouth and drip out.  She tried to go deeper on me to
ease the gulping process, but I held her tighter between my hands, wanting
her to taste every spurt I gave her.  Unfortunately I overestimated her
cum-guzzling ability.  Thick, milky strands began to seep from the corners
of her lips.
   I quickly let go of her head.  Ashley bobbed forward, swallowing the
rest of my cock.  By then it was too late.  My cum had stopped spurting out
and it was dripping off her chin, landing on her chest.  She pulled back
and gripped the base of my shaft.  The tip bounced on her tongue as she
stroked me to coax out any leftover sperm.  A pearly smile stretched across
her face.  Having the bubbly cream all over her mouth didn't bother her at
all.  Her tongue licked around my phallus to clean it off.
   Satisfied I was drained, Ashley tried to stand up, but my hands on her
shoulders prevented her from doing so.  She saw my crooked grin and gave me
a funny look as I nudged down on her shoulders.  At first she didn't do
anything, but when I nudged again a little harder, she grinned and dropped
to a squatting position.  Wrapping her hands around my shaft, her agile
tongue lapped the rounded tip of my rock-hard dick, setting me up for a
second blowjob.
   The first orgasm, as great as it felt, happened way too quickly compared
to my recent standards.  I was in need of more oral stimulation, and I
couldn't wait until we got home to have more of it.  I petted my sister's
soft hair and enjoyed the wonderful sensations she was giving me with her
mouth, tongue, and lips.
   "Good girl.  Show me how much you love giving blowjobs.  Turns you on,
doesn't it?  Giving your brother a blowjob in lingerie that isn't even
yours."
   She hummed "mm-hmm" as she scooped up my cum from her chin using my cock
head.  White droplets fell onto her tongue as she held the tip above her
mouth.
   "Suck it, babe.  You can have more cum when I blow in your mouth again."
   The prospect of more sperm inspired Ashley to wrap her lips around my
shaft.  She sucked on my cock, drawing me in deeper and deeper until the
head was in her throat.
   "Oh god, that's good.  You're just not a great cock-sucker.  You're a
great deep-throater."
   Ashley spat out my rod.  It was completely bathed in her saliva.  "Just
shut up and fuck my mouth."
   It was the first thing she said to me since entering the dressing room.
I smiled as I jerked my hips, plowing my cock through her slick lips.  She
straightened up a little and shoved her mouth down my entire length, the
bulb scraping the back of her throat.  The dirty look in her eyes told me
how badly she craved this.
   My cock grew harder and bigger inside of her.  I felt her shaking as she
kept her nose pressed against my pants.  I tried moving my hips back but
Ashley moved forward with me.  She coughed around my prick, spitting tiny
droplets of saliva.
   I groaned when she finally pulled her head away.  Her eyes were rimmed
with the signs of tears and her chest heaved greatly for air.  I tilted her
chin up, getting my fingers sticky with drool by doing so.  I gave her a
moment to regain her breath, then rammed my cock into her mouth, pushing
until I was stuck in her throat.
   Ashley allowed me to use her mouth for my greedy pleasure, supplying
only the wetness I needed to make entrance as smooth as possible.  My hips
rocked at a sweltering pace, faster than I had intended, but with the only
person who could stop me slurping louder on my cock, I let myself go to the
incredible feeling.
   I tossed my head back and groaned again.  I couldn't care less if anyone
heard my primal cries of passion.  This blowjob was just too fucking
amazing.
   It was at the instant I finally took my eyes of my sister that I noticed
the mirror behind her.  Our reflection gave me an alternate view of the
lewdness going on in the small room.
   I could see my right hand on the back of Ashley's head, guiding her
swaying motions as she sucked me off.  Her golden blonde hair was draped
over the fishnet crisscrossing her back.  Her knees were spread out to the
side with her hands holding them apart.  The bottom curves of her ass
cheeks were peeking out from beneath her tiny skirt.  Below that were her
heels at the apex of four inch stilettos.
   Ashley would definitely get a kick out of seeing herself dressed so
wantonly.  That's what I assumed, anyway.  I supported her head in both of
my hands and sidestepped to my right.  Her head rotated with me until she
realized it would be easier to turn her whole body instead.  With the
mirror directly to my right and directly to her left, I turned Ashley's
head a little more.  My cock made a huge lump in her left cheek as she
stared at her reflection.
   "You look good with a cock in your mouth," I said, moving my hands away
so she could get an unobstructed view.
   Ashley was entranced.  Seeing her suck my cock wasn't a new experience
for me, but it was for her.  She worried less about giving a proper blowjob
and more about creating the sexiest poses for an invisible cameraman.  She
slowly worked her tongue below my shaft, sliding it back and forth along
the underside.  She kissed the head with her feathery, pursed lips.  She
teased the side of my veiny cock like she was playing the harmonica.  Every
time she reposed for another snapshot, she kept her eyes deadlocked on her
own in the mirror.  My sister was lusting for the nymph staring back at
her.
   "Have you ever imagined yourself like this," I pressed, hoping to tap
into her deepest sexual fantasies.  "Your mouth stuffed with your brother's
hard cock.  Your mouth used as his cum receptacle even when we're out of
the house." I gently patted the top of her head, putting my hand back into
the picture.  I wasn't going to let her forget who she was supposed to be
pleasuring.  "Look at how you're dressed.  You look like a hooker.  A
whore. A tramp.  A cum-loving slut."
   Being able to say those things about the girl I love more than life
itself and getting away with it was phenomenally arousing.  I could see why
she enjoys dirty talk.
   Despite my motivation, I couldn't provoke Ashley into blowing me.  She
was just too consumed with the surreal sight of herself tasting a long,
hard cock.  It could also have been the sight of her fuckable body in racy
lingerie that stole her attention.  And it also could have been the
juxtaposition of a fully-clothed male with his cock in his barely-clothed
sister's mouth that warped her mind.  Ashley had such a vivid imagination
when it came to her fantasies that the smallest detail could excite her
beyond all belief.
   She looked up at my reflection and spoke to me through the mirror.  "Do
you really think I'm a slut?"
   "Biggest slut I know." Not that I knew of any others.
   Ashley rubbed my wet cock all over her cheeks.  "I'm not just any
regular, trashy slut.  I'm a cum-loving slut."
   "No one loves cum more than you do."
   She smacked herself with my cock, hurting me a little in the process. 
"I'm your cum-loving, slut-sister."
   "Mine and mine alone."
   Ashley looked up at me directly, her face glistening with spit.  She
suddenly went timid.  "Then why don't you treat me like one?"
   All this time I thought I had been treating her like a slut.  So that
was her game.  I was ready to play, and so was she.  Ashley took her hands
off my cock and placed them on my buttocks, steadying herself for the
onslaught that was about to come.  I drove my cock into her open mouth like
a battering ram, breaking through the entrance to her throat.
   Fuck, it felt amazing.  As crude as I was, her mouth accommodated me
without any mishap.  There was no greater sensation than thrusting into an
orifice that feared no cock.  I could have been packing a weapon twice as
large and she still would have devoured it like it was a gummy worm.  My
sister was too unreal.
   And fuck, was she horny.  She was helping me demolish her overstretched
windpipe by yanking my ass toward her face.  Even if I was opposed to the
notion of treating my cherished sibling like a slut who missed her morning
face-fuck, she was gruffly coercing me into doing the nasty deed.
   And holy fuck, Ashley wasn't just horny.  She was possessed by the most
obscene and damn sexiest succubus to seduce mankind.  She buried my cock
deep in her throat and licked the front of my underwear before wrenching
the obtrusion out of her mouth and hawking a gigantic spit-wad on it.
   She almost got some on my clothes.  "You're going to get my pants wet if
you aren't careful," I hinted.
   Ashley grabbed onto my back pockets and tore my pants halfway down my
thighs.  Just because she was sucking cock like it was the only thing she
had been trained to do didn't mean her brain was numb to my concerns.  She
hawked another wad onto my slab of meat, getting some on my underwear, and
smeared the goop around with her right hand.
   Her left hand crept lower to my scrotum.  Ashley felt up the orbs still
shrouded by a cotton veil.  As she stroked and fondled, I pried apart the
opening to my underwear.  She roughly pulled out my heavy testicles,
stuffing them in her mouth like they were a couple of gumballs.  The
blender that was her mouth and tongue swirled the enlarged sack around,
bathing them in sticky warmth.
   A dollop of precum dripped from my knob and onto her nose, right between
the eyes.  My sister wiped the blotch away with her forefinger and licked
the salty goodness.  "Mm-mmm.  Ready to pop, Tiger?  Ready to pop inside
your slut's mouth?  Because I'm ready for it.  I'm going to drain these fat
balls of yours of every drop.  All that cum is going to go straight down my
throat and into my stomach.  Fuck, having a tummy full of jizz makes me so
hot."
   I wanted to see just how hot Ashley was for myself.  I reached down to
her chest and groped at her tits.  Her nipples were like bullets trying to
burst through her pretty bra.  I poked my thumbs through the fishnet and
tugged the white cups down, revealing her breasts.
   Ashley watched me toy with her ripe tits.  They had to be B-cups.  A's
wouldn't allow me to get such a nice handful of those luscious mounds.  She
moaned continually as I thumbed her nipples in small circles.  Her reaction
was so predictable.
   "You are hot," I told my sister.  "Why don't you get back to sucking my
cock now.  You do want a tummy full of jizz, don't you?"
   "I want it bad," she purred, taking my sinewy penis into her yielding
mouth.  Ashley made up for the lost minute her mouth was cock-less by
sucking my phallus until her cheeks caved in.  She was sucking with so much
energy it felt like my eyes were being sucked into their sockets.  Those
lungs of hers packed one hell of a punch, that's for sure.  Would it be
weird to say they were her third best feature next to her face and ass?
   Ashley pulled my cock out of her mouth with a loud pop.  Sucking that
hard on a mouthful of solid muscle meant less intake of air for her
nuclear-powered lungs.  She panted heatedly, "What does it take to make you
blow?  Isn't your slutty cock-sucker doing a good job?"
   There was nothing she could do to improve the blowjob besides cloning
herself so I would have two mouths pleasuring me.  The closest I'd ever get
to having doubles of my sister would be through smoke and mirrors, one of
which was currently available to me.  I glanced at her reflection, getting
a side view of her thin body and my dick bouncing on her lips, then glanced
back to her face staring up at me.  I would rather watch Ashley showcase
her techniques firsthand.
   "You're doing an excellent job," I said, letting go of her chest and
holding my penile missile.  "But let me show you how I want it done." I
guided my stiff organ past her lips, and bobbed her head on it with my
other hand.  Her jaw stayed agape, letting me reach her limit with every
push.  Ashley made these lewd quacking sounds as my cock struck the back of
her humid mouth.
   I sped up my pace in calculated intervals.  I made sure my mistress
could handle my lively penetrations before kicking things up a notch.  We
had been in the dressing room for quite a while, and it was only a matter
of time before a certain redhead noticed my and Ashley's disappearance, if
she hadn't already.  There was no way of knowing what was going on outside.
I couldn't hear anything but slurps and moans coming from crotch-level.
   I wondered if that was also the case for anyone who happened to be in
the palatial dressing area or one of the other rooms.  On the other side of
the wall could have been a women stripping down to her bra and panties,
hearing every sordid sound effect of Ashley's face being fucked to
oblivion. Sort of like an x-rated radio show.
   I yanked my sister's head into my groin with a loud, bearish grunt. 
Might as well give our listeners a memorable production while I had the
benefit of anonymity.  "Fuck, babe, I feel it coming.  Swallow my cock.  I
want to shoot off deep inside your dirty mouth.  Is that what you want?"
   Ashley nodded up and down wildly as I controlled her head forward and
back.  She had been teetering on her heels the entire time we'd been in the
dressing room, and my hectic motions finally made her topple backwards. 
Her mouth flew off my cock.  Her arms went behind her back.  She braced
herself using her hands.  With a harsh cough, a glob of spit splattered
onto her chest.  Instead of aiding her back to her squatting position, I
tugged my pants up as I stepped closer and rammed my cock into her mouth,
forcing her to stay on her hands and heels.
   The elevation I had over my sister gave me the advantage I needed to
really fuck her throat.  I wasn't slamming my cock forward into her mouth
anymore.  I was slamming down like a jackhammer.
   I pulled her from my crotch and turned her head to the mirror.  A web of
saliva bridged her mouth to my cock.  I waited for Ashley to establish eye
contact with her inner slut.  "Look at that, babe.  Look at that slut on
all fours.  Her face covered with spit.  Her eyes pink from the brutal
face-fucking she's getting.  She knows how to be a good slut."
   Ashley slurped up the saliva on her chin like spaghetti.  "That slut
isn't getting what she deserves.  Where's her mouthful of cum?"
   I violently shoved my cock between her lips.  "Keep fucking my cock with
your pretty face and you'll get your cum."
   It took a scant minute of me in a hunchback stance to feel a familiar
swelling escalate to a detonation.  My sister was such a brave slut the way
she fearlessly choked on my cock.  It was time to let it all out and give
her what she deserved.  I held her still as I came deep inside her mouth.
   Ashley made no attempt to swallow.  She gurgled on my thick jizz,
relishing the hot load, wanting to show me the mouthful of cum.  My
throbbing cock didn't make it easy for her to show off.  I kept dipping it
into the rising pool of sperm, splashing the white goo onto her lips.  The
creamy spunk rivered down both sides of her cheeks and wetted my hands.
   Once my pipe stopped leaking, I withdrew from her mouth.  A mixture of
my sticky cum and her viscous spit drooled obscenely down her face.  Ashley
lightly gripped my wrists and guided my hands to her mouth, using them to
scoop in the overflowing concoction.  She swallowed what was in her mouth
and licked what was on my hands.
   Between taste samples, she dreamily muttered, "Now that's what how you
treat a cum-loving slut."
   I knelt down, not in front of my slut, but my sexually adventurous
sister.  Her copious saliva made it seem like I came more than I really
did. There was fluid on her lower jaw, neck, and, "Dang, there's some on
the collar too."
   Ashley flicked her tussled hair to the side and unclasped the spiky
accessory.  She held the leather strip up by one end to observe the goop on
it.  "For the only person in here who isn't dressed like a pornstar, you
sure as hell cum like one."
   "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
   My curious sister closely examined both sides of the collar, and touched
the pointy end of one of the spikes to test its sharpness.  Deeming it safe
enough not to accidentally puncture herself with, she licked the metal
spikes clean of the residue cum.
   I found myself chuckling unabashedly.  "You'll lick that stuff off just
about anything."
   Grinning, she replied, "It's not like I can leave your cum on it for the
next woman to wear."
   "Why don't you just buy it?"
   Ashley thought it about it for a moment and merely shrugged.  "Can you
hand me my purse?  It's hiding under that pile on the bench."
   I fetched her designer pouch from a mountain of unmentionables and
handed it over.  Ashley pulled out some tissues to wipe the excess cum on
her face and body with.  Boy, was there a lot of excess cum.  She had to go
through her entire reserve of tissues to make herself decent for public
appearance.
   "We should probably get out of here," I suggested, buttoning my pants.
   Ashley looked a little sad sifting through the remaining underwear.  Two
more servings of cum couldn't have changed her mood.  "Yeah, probably.  Too
bad I didn't get to try on all of this stuff."
   "I like the element of surprise.  You can show them off to me at home."
   She cheered up some.  "There's a coffee shop down the corner.  Can you
get me an iced cappuccino while I wrap things up here?  I need to figure
out what I'm going to do with this." Spreading her thighs, Ashley tapped
the saturated gusset to her panties.
   "Easy.  Let me take them off for you."
   "I don't think so," Ashley chastised, batting my hand away as I tried to
touch her wet undies.  "Things are going to snowball from there and we'll
never get out of here."
   As usual, she was most likely right.  I assured, "You'll look great in
everything this place has to offer.  Just pick whatever you like best,
okay?"
   "You got it, Tiger." Ashley sloppily kissed me with her cum-slicked lips
before ushering me outside with some leftover lingerie.
   I stumbled through the curtains to the dressing area, somewhat relieved
to see there was no one around.  As far as I could tell, the individual
rooms were empty too; nothing appeared to have been touched since I whisked
Ashley away from the couch.  My palpable loneliness gave me a chance to
find out what I'd been itching to know for over a week.  I dropped the
bundle of clothes onto the sofa and picked up the first bra I could get my
hands on.  I checked the loose label inside a dark blue cup.
   34-B.
   That knowledge made the chore of putting everything back where they
belonged a lot more tolerable.  I managed to hang the feminine items onto
their respective racks and escape the store without drawing any unwanted
attention.  There were a couple new customers but the place remained quiet
all around.
   After buying a caramel blended frappuccino, I waited by my car for my
sister to emerge from the store.  She came out minutes later carrying a
large box and a single shopping bag.
   "You look disappointed," Ashley said in regard to my crestfallen
expression.
   "I was hoping you'd come out with a few more shopping bags."
   I know, I know.  The last thing I should have done was complain. 
Instead, I should have been eternally grateful that my gal would go to such
great lengths to keep me happy.  I had been treated to a private fashion
show, incredible oral sex, and the prospect of even more fun when we got
home.  To ask any more of her would be committing one of the seven deadly
sins.
   My mood flipped around and I valiantly helped Ashley put away the bag in
the backseat.  It felt pretty heavy so it must have been stuffed with a lot
of skimpy underwear.  She swatted my hand when I tried to take the box.
   "What's in that one?" I asked.
   "It's because of what's in this box that I don't have more bags.  It's a
special surprise, so no peeking.  Got that, mister?"
   "Yes, ma'am.  No peeking here.  Besides skirts, that is." With a swift
gesture, I flipped up the back of her skirt to take another look at her
naked ass.  She chased me around the car until I got tired of running and
let her kick my butt.
   "I'm hungry," she said, fixing her hair in the overhead passenger
mirror. "Can we get some burgers?"
   Also in the mood for fast food, I went through the drive-thru of an
In-N-Out to grab lunch, not only for Ashley and me, but for the little girl
waiting for us at home.  The three of us ate together, and after finishing
our double cheeseburgers, I dropped Nikky off at her friend's house to
enjoy the rest of her afternoon.
   Ashley came with, and on the way back to our house, had an interesting
idea on how to preoccupy our free time.  "Hey Brian, let's wash your car."
   "You care about its condition because?"
   "Because if I'm going to be driving this hunk of junk around town, I
want it to be a clean hunk of junk.  Don't you think it'll be fun to wash
your car together?"
   "Is there anything you don't find fun?"
   "I don't find it fun to argue with my big brother about something we
both know he's going to say yes to."
   I looked over at her triumphant smile.  She knew she had me beat. 
"Okay, fine, I'll help you wash your car.  It's the least I can do after
you gave me two blowjobs."
   Man, oh man, was it scorching hot that afternoon.  The driveway was hot
enough to make eggs with if I were so inclined to have a midday breakfast.
I was wearing surfer shorts, a tank top, and a pair of flip-flops--stuff I
wear once or twice a year when I hit the beach--and the heat was still
unbearable.  Unbeknownst to my sister, who was in the air-conditioned house
changing into something more comfortable, I was battling the temptation to
spray myself with the garden hose instead of the car.
   The rumbling of our garage door startled me out of my train of thought.
Accompanied by loud music from a stereo, the rising door slowly revealed
Ashley on the other side, starting with her bright orange sandals.  I
watched her lean legs come into view, ending at her frayed denim skirt. 
Her cute belly button came next, followed by her bare navel, and then her
breasts clad in a red bikini.  Her perfect white smile reflected the
sunlight, almost blinding me with her brilliance.  The sun would pose no
problem for my stunning sister, for she had an expensive pair of designer
sunglasses to shade her eyes.
   "Brian, watch where you put the hose, will you?" she admonished.
   I was so stupefied by the sexy goddess standing before me that the hose
had slipped from my hand.  Luckily there was no one on the sidewalk behind
me or else they would have received an unexpected shower.  I picked the
hose up and re-aimed it at the car as part of a preliminary wash.  "You
look amazing.  Is that the bikini you bought at the mall?"
   "Sure is.  Today feels like a good day to wear it, don't you think?" One
second in the sun and Ashley already needed to wipe her forehead.  "Whew,
it's hot out here.  What do you want me to do first?"
   "Hey, it's your idea to wash the car.  You're the boss here.  You figure
it out."
   "I'm the boss, huh?  Then I order you to wash the car all by yourself
while I work on my tan."
   She squealed when I pointed the hose at her legs.  I chuckled as she
grabbed a terrycloth rag from the hood and tossed it at me.  Demonstrating
my ninja reflexes, I caught it before it could smother my face.  "Don't
make the guy with the hose angry," I warned.
   Ashley realized her predicament and calmed down, but not without
sticking her tongue out in one last rebellious act.  I let her get away
with it as I poured soap into a bucket and soaked the cloth and a few
sponges.
   We started on the driver's side, lathering the doors, windows, and the
roof.  I was cautious not to lean into the wet car to reach the top but
Ashley showed no hesitation in pressing herself against the sudsy windows.
She stood on her toes like a kid reaching for a cookie jar on the highest
shelf.  When she backed away from the vehicle, her bikini and skirt was wet
and foaming with bubbles.
   "You don't have to worry about the roof," I said, trying my darnedest
not to stare at the two stubs poking through her bikini.  "I'm just going
to toss the bucket over it when we're done."
   "Aww, that's no fun.  You do want to have fun, don't you?" she
cryptically implied, strutting around to the other side.  I adjusted my
erection as I followed the back of her bikini strap.
   It was more of the same on the passenger side.  I didn't do as much
washing, mainly because I wanted to watch my sexy sister shake her cute
ass. She kept her focus on the job at hand, but I had no doubt she knew I
was watching her.
   Naturally I wondered if she wore the matching red bikini bottom beneath
her jean skirt.  The skirt was longer than the one she wore to the lingerie
store, and the weak breeze would have no chance in upturning the stiff
denim.  Unless she bent over, it would require human intervention to
unearth the answer.  I scooted toward her ass, washing the passenger window
as she scrubbed the side mirror.  My right hand crept closer, lower, almost
at her skirt.
   Ashley abruptly turned around.  My hand disappeared in a flash.
   "Uh-unh, not yet," she taunted, waving a finger back and forth.  "You
can look later." Ashley went to the front, giggling at having caught me
with my hand almost in the cookie jar.  I cursed my luck as I made quick
work of washing the trunk and rear window.  All that remained to be done
was water down the car.
   Before I could turned the hose on, Ashley yelled at me to put it down.
"We're not done yet.  Have you forgotten about the wheels?"
   If I had the kind of rims that cost an arm and a leg seen on those car
makeover shows, maybe I would have paid more attention to them.  But on the
four year old Camry, I just wanted to spray them with water and save myself
the back strain.
   "Fine, I'll do it myself," she said.  "Finish the hood while I take care
of the wheels."
   Ashley moved over to the front wheel on the driver's side as I took her
place at the hood to scrub it clean.  She kept her left hand on the car for
support as she bent lower to reach the wheel.  Inch by inch, the back of
her skirt rose up her legs.  The answer to her underwear choice was
presented in the most preferable manner.  She was indeed wearing the red
bikini bottom.
   Ashley walked down to the back wheel.  I moved over from the hood so I
could admire her tight ass.  Two minutes of her cleaning the wheel wasn't
long enough for me to grovel.  She went to the other side, this time facing
me with her front.  As she bent over, she made sure her long ponytail
didn't cover what I wanted to see: the top view of her perky breasts. 
Because of her sunglasses, I couldn't tell if she was actually watching me
stare.
   My sister hinted at her awareness when her tongue flirtatiously licked
her lips.  She bent down to clean the front and final wheel, and in another
minute stood back up to scan her handiwork.  My eyes were scanning
something else entirely.
   "Okay, wheels are taken care of," she said.  Hands on her hips, Ashley
inspected the area that I was supposed to have cleaned.  The hood and
window were still bubble-free.
   "What have you been doing for these past five minutes, Bry?  Checking
out my ass?" She snatched the soapy rag from my hand, and put her foot on
the bumper.  "Looks like I'll have to do everything myself."
   "What are you're doing?" I exclaimed, finally concerned with the car's
well-being.
   Ashley stepped up from the bumper, effectively climbing onto the hood of
my car, and crawled to the window.  I had a clear view of her spectacular
ass as she began washing the glass.
   "Mind getting me another sponge?" she casually asked, as if it was
perfectly normal to wash cars by being on top of them.
   I went to retrieve a soaked sponge as she had requested.  Ashley was
sitting on her knees when I handed it over to her.  Since our driveway was
elevated at a small angle, it countered the slope of the hood, making it
even with the ground.  If the car wasn't so slippery, she could have been
standing on it without any worry of falling.
   The stereo continued to blast away in the garage with an upbeat dance
song.  Ashley picked up on the feel-good vibes and moved her head to the
beat.  As with the show she put on for me earlier, her body swayed as she
danced atop my car.
   I stood squarely behind my sister, checking out her incredible ass. 
"You are unbelievable, you know that?"
   Ashley flipped over, sitting on her butt.  Her knees remained bent and
spread.  It was easy for me to get an upskirt look at her swimwear.  She
leaned back against the window.
   "Is it getting hot out or is just me?" she asked teasingly.  "This water
is pretty cold.  It would feel so good to have it run down my hot little
body."
   It was getting hot, all right, and it wasn't because of the sun.
   Ashley raised her hands into the sky.  Her fingers contracted around the
sponge, squeezing out a rainstorm onto her chest.  The bubbly water
cascaded down her tits and stomach, dousing her skirt.  Her back arched off
the glass as the refreshing coolness washed over her body.
   "Oooh, I was right.  This cold water does feel so good.  It's getting me
a little excited.  Just look at how hard my nipples are.  They're going to
poke holes through my new bikini.  But all the water in this tiny sponge
isn't enough to cool me down.  I need more.  A lot more.  Maybe you can
help me with my problem?" Ashley threw her dry sponge away.  It landed by
the hose.  I knew just the thing to cool her down with.
   I turned the hose nozzle to make the harsh stream a gentle spray, and
aimed it at my hot and horny sister.  Her head craned back as the cold
water washed away the bubbles on her body and the vehicle she sat on.
   In the two years I had lived in the neighborhood, I hadn't spent enough
time outdoors to see if my neighbors go through any daily rituals.  That
afternoon, I learned the married couple across the street likes to walk
their dog beneath the sweltering sun at approximately one o'clock every
weekday.  The confused look on the old man's face when he saw me hosing
down a teenage girl on top of my car was one I'd never forget.  The wife
wasn't nearly as astute to her surroundings as her husband, and the couple
went on with their routine.
   I wore the silliest smile as I worked my way around the car.  That was
reason I was outside in the driveway, after all.  Ashley was waiting for me
to help her down when I returned to the hood.  The caution I had exercised
in staying dry was all for naught.  The front of my tank top and shorts got
drenched as I carried her onto safe ground.
   "Almost done," she said, heading into the garage.  "We just need to dry
your car so it won't get any water spots." A large towel flew my way.
   "We" ended up being just me.  While I made another lap around my car in
broad daylight to dry it, Ashley was busy drying herself in the shaded
garage.  But considering how much work she had already put into washing the
car, I had no right to complain.
   My beach-ready sibling lifted her sunglasses from her dainty nose,
resting them above her forehead.  "Good job.  This car looks clean enough
to take a girl out on a date with."
   "So that's your real motive.  You could have just said that instead of
calling my car a hunk of junk."
   Ashley came closer, slowly, seductively, her devious smirk inciting my
growing desires.  "It's more fun to tease you." Her fingers lightly
scratched across my chest, hooking me under her spell.  My feet moved on
their own as she lured me to the backseat of the car.
   Ashley crawled inside first, wiggling her delectable ass while remaining
on all fours.  "Come in and close the door."
   The rest of my body moved automatically into the cramped backseat.  The
door slammed shut behind me, seemingly on its own.
   "You can look now," she said, rubbing a hand over her curvaceous rear.
   I didn't just want to look.  I wanted to touch and fuck the daylights
out of that ass.  After all the looking I had done in the past fifteen
minutes, it was finally time for me to get my greedy hands stuck in the
cookie jar.  I eagerly grabbed her skirt and pushed it up around her waist.
The strings to her red bikini hung low on her hips.  The nylon material was
pinched tightly together in the crevice of her butt cheeks.  A peculiar
rounded object, making an indent in the fabric where her anus was, caught
my attention.
   I rubbed the circle with my thumb.  It was smooth and hard.  "Is that
what I think it is?"
   "See for yourself." Ashley bit down on her lower lip.  Her eyes were
closed as her body trembled excitedly.
   My fingers trembled with the same excitement as I pulled the flimsy
bikini to the side.  I gasped when I discovered what the mystery object
was.
   "A...  dildo?" I mused incredulously.  "Did you just buy this?"
   For all the boldness she had shown that day, it was adorably sexy how
much she blushed.  "Uh-huh, the lingerie store sells sex toys too.  Nothing
too crazy but good for a beginner like me.  I think if I keep that in my
ass for a few days, I won't be so tight anymore."
   Though I had no intention of ever using it on myself, I was very
intrigued to see my first sex toy.  "Can I take it out?"
   Ashley nodded subtly over her shoulder.
   I wiggled the circular base between my forefinger and thumb, loosening
it from her orifice.  Little by little, I extracted the glassy orange tube,
counting the inches that slid out.  The bullet-shaped toy measured in at a
respectable six inches, less than what I was packing, and thinner too.  I
wouldn't have to worry about losing my sister to an inanimate object.
   "This is an interesting design choice," I said, referencing the black
tiger stripes along the length.
   "Remind me of a certain someone," Ashley sweetly said.  Her head lowered
onto the seat as she smacked her right hand onto one of her glorious butt
cheeks.  She pulled the fleshy globe to the side, revealing the deep pit of
her anus.
   I slowly pushed the shiny tube into the opening with one hand as I felt
myself up with the other.  My cock was ready to screw whatever hole it
could get into and her ass looked to be its prime target.  I tugged on the
strings to my shorts, freeing my caged beast from its confines.
   Ashley still had her head down, unaware my cock was sticking out the
front of my shorts.  She spoke as if she wasn't being anally pleasured. 
"Did you know, that according to the Chinese zodiac, you were born in the
year of the tiger?  Kind of fitting, isn't it?"
   I drooled onto my hand, and then lubricated my cock with it as I pumped
the glassy column into her ass.  "How do you know something like that?"
   "Natty told me about it.  She's really into this astrology stuff.  Guess
what animal I am."
   I pushed the tiger-striped toy all the way into her ass and kept it
there as I got onto my left knee, leaving my right foot on the ground.  My
head almost bumped into the ceiling.  "A sex kitten?"
   Her muscles flexed inward at the intrusion.  "Close.  A dragon."
   It was fun talking about the unusual subject while I prepared to do my
sister from behind.  I pushed out her right leg so her foot was on the
floor like mine.  Her left knee stayed on the seat, her ass was high in the
air, and her head was down low.  I pulled out the elongated bullet.  Her
asshole was gaping red.  "A dragon, huh?  How the heck does a tiny girl
like you end up being a dragon and I'm only a tiger?"
   "I might be small on the outside but I got a big fire burning inside
me."
   That fire wouldn't be burning for much longer.  I had just the right
substance to douse it with.
   I looked out the rear window.  The coast was clear.  I steadied my cock
head and aimed it at her anus.  Breathing deeply, I pushed my dick through
her narrow rim.  Her hot orifice clamped around the tip, then the shaft, as
I penetrated deeper and deeper, going the full distance.
   Once I was completely inside of her tight asshole, Ashley groaned, "Oh
fuck, Tiger, you feel so damn big.  I should have gotten a bigger dildo."
   I gripped her left shoulder and held her thin waist.  I thrust my hips
forward and back, sliding my steel pole into and out of her anus.  The
pressure, though still constricting after having had her asshole spread,
did little to slow my progress.  There was no buildup necessary; only long,
hard strokes into the deepest hollow of my sex-starved sibling.
   Her butt cheeks vibrated as my thighs thumped against her rear.  Ashley
gleamed back at me.  The flames in her eyes incited me to screw her faster.
The car rocked like a boat at sea as I harpooned her ass.  She reached
behind with her right hand, grabbed my tank top, and dragged me down to her
face.  "Fucking pound that tight ass," she spat.  "Fuck your little
cocktease.  Rip her ass open.  She's begging for your hard prick."
   Ah yes, I love it when she gets vocal.  I drove the hard prick she was
begging for into her cockteasing ass, ripping it wide open.  The smell of
pussy and sounds of her wanton screams filled the humid car.  Any passersby
would think I was murdering a girl in the backseat, except the girl was
screaming at me to fuck her harder, and she thoroughly enjoyed being used
as a living, breathing fuck-toy.
   Every muscle in my body went into overdrive.  My pelvis pushed forward
as my arms jerked my fragile sister back.  I obliterated her ass with one
powerful slam after another.  Forget that puny orange dildo.  Her ass was
going to stay stretched till next summer.
   "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ashley wailed, "ream my dirty little asshole. 
You're going to make me cum so fucking hard.  You hear that, Tiger?  Your
horny baby sister is going to cum from having her ass drilled by your
goddamn cock."
   The temperature in the car went way, way up in a heartbeat.  Tiny
droplets began to trickle above my brow.  My hands felt hot and clammy as I
strengthened my grip on Ashley's shoulder and waist.  The beads of moisture
on her back shimmered in the sunlight.  Sweat perspired from both our
bodies.
   I rammed my cock into her ass, fucking with relentless fury.  There was
no limit to my vigor.  Two preceding blowjobs had infinitely increased my
longevity.  I felt I could go on forever, just relishing the pressure
around my cock as I pumped away into my voluptuous sister.
   I was so consumed in the pounding I was giving her that I missed the
seconds where her left hand snuck beneath her rocking body, found her
dildo, and rubbed it against her soaking pussy.  My balls collided against
her snatch, occasionally hitting the rounded tip of the glass toy.  Her hot
nectar splashed onto my inner thighs, the fake cock, and the car seat as
she cried out in orgasm.  "Oooh shit, fuck my ass harder.  Faster.  Slam
your cock into your nasty sister."
   It was inhumanly possible to go any harder and faster, but damn did I
give it my best try.  My fingers bore into her flesh as my cock tore
through her asshole.  I leaned over her limp body, grunting like a crazed
beast.  My primal passion booted me down an evolutionary level.
   Ashley came harder than she had forewarned.  Her fluids rained down from
her pussy, every savory drop absorbed by the seat cushion.  It took days
for the arousing smell of her cum to dissipate the last time she creamed
inside my car.  It was going to take weeks to be rid of the overwhelming
scent this time.
   Her body slowly stopped quaking from her orgasm, but stayed in motion as
I fiercely slammed into her stretched orifice.  Foul language stuttered out
of her mouth, her three favorite phrases being "fuck me," "oh shit," and
"god yes".  Her incessant cooing jolted her senses more than they did mine.
She threw her ass back to feel the full brunt of my thrusts.
   Not a minute after her climax diminished, I thought of something that
would really get my sister's juices flowing again.  I took my hand off her
waist and pinched the strings to her bikini, which was still pried to the
side of her anus.  Tugging one side then the other, her bikini became loose
and fell to the seat.  I balled up the wet clump of fabric and waited for
my sister to let out another vulgar yell.  It took only a second of
waiting, and I quickly stuffed the makeshift gag into her open mouth,
muffling her wild howls.
   Ashley howled some more anyway, heedless to the swimwear she was chewing
on.  I could almost make out the commands she was spouting, like how she
wanted me to fuck, squeeze, and cum all over her smooth, heart-shaped ass.
I could picture the white streaks painting her backside.  The imagery
spurred me to give her ass a quick spank before I could soil it in my cum.
   Seeing my sister in her bikini top, with her skirt scrunched around her
waist and her dark sunglasses above her blonde hair, gagged and taking my
cock up the rear like she had been doing anal for years, was the sexiest
thing I had ever seen.  It was even sexier than when she blew me in her
pornstar outfit at the lingerie store, and that happened less than two
hours ago.
   Forever came sooner than I had hoped.  My infinite longevity was cut
short by the remarkable sight.  Cum was boiling inside my heavy balls,
ready to pop at the push of a button.  There was no chance of me lasting
inside her ass for another second.  I hurriedly pulled out and fisted my
cock just as the first shot of jism spewed through the air, landing on
Ashley's back, going so far as to reach her neck.  Her jean skirt and soft
ass cheeks were hosed with the remaining strands of cum.  Rivulets ran down
her uplifted rear, making her anus, pussy, and legs slick with the gooey
substance.
   I slumped tiredly in my seat, depleted of all my stamina.  My cock
shrunk immediately this time, killing any chance I had of screwing my
sister again while she rubbed my semen over her skin.
   Ashley removed the bikini from her mouth.  She licked her sticky hand,
moaning sensuously as she ate her third batch of cum that day.  Minutes
passed when she lazily turned onto her side, her sunglasses falling over
her eyes.  She looked so cute with her shades on and sperm smeared on her
lips.  Her legs extended onto my lap as she lay on her back.
   I played with her toes, starting with the smallest.  It was a harmless
post-anal activity, which allowed me to catch my breath and admire my
baby's smile.
   "That's the stuff of legends," Ashley proudly said.
   "Got that right." I gently lifted her legs up and rearranged myself on
top of her, our chests pressed together.  Her arms wrapped around me as I
lovingly kissed her lips.  It felt so natural to be cuddling after such a
frenzied scene.  I guess it was because I was finally embracing our kinky
side.
   Ashley stirred beneath me, her bare pussy rubbing against my cock.  She
pushed me from her mouth, softly murmuring, "My pussy is wet for you."
   My penis miraculously grew against all odds.  "I know."
   "I can feel your cock against it."
   It grew a little more.  "I'm sure you can."
   "Friday."
   "Friday?"
   "Friday," she repeated.
   "Friday," I confirmed, my libido going in reverse.
   "Thank you."
   I took off her sunglasses and stared into her beautiful, hazel eyes.  We
continued our amorous kissing, forgetting the humid and uncomfortable
setting of the car's small backseat.  I kissed her lips, chin, and neck as
I worked my way lower.  She tasted sweet and salty and tangy all at once. I
pushed up the red triangle covering her left breast and softly nursed on
the pale mound.  Her infectious giggles encouraged me to do the same to her
right.
   Ashley tilted my head up from her chest, smiling cheerfully.  "Want to
see what else I bought?"
   * * * Thursday * * *
   On Wednesday night, I had sweet, panty-filled dreams of the past three
days.  Those days had been a whirlwind of wild, messy sex, and when I woke
up on Thursday, I had every reason to believe the whirlwind would make one
more pass.  The last thing I expected was to have some very important
people in my life change my entire outlook on my relationship with my
sister.  The past three days had been the calm before the storm, if you
will.
   It started with a call on my cell phone after Ashley and I came home
from a brisk jog with her friends.  I let Ashley answer it since I was
preoccupied with something else that required my full attention.
   "Hi daddy," she cheerfully said.  "I hope everything is okay at the
office.  Oh, you want to know why I'm answering Brian's phone?  He's taking
care of something important for me.  I know, I know, I shouldn't ask him
for so many favors, but he insisted.  It's really important you to talk to
him?  Okay, okay, give me a sec and I'll get him.  He's, um, looking for
something in the garage." Ashley covered up the phone with her hand.  "Dad
says it's important."
   I reluctantly pulled my tongue out of her pussy.  "Dang, I was just
about to get started.  Here, give me that.  I'll make it quick." She handed
the phone down to me, incidentally--or intentionally--letting it rub her
clit along the way.  "Hey dad, is everything okay at work?"
   "Hi, son," he answered.  "Everything at work is just fine.  I wanted to
call and see if you have any plans for later today."
   Other than continuing what I was currently doing, not a thing.  "Nope,
no plans.  Any reason for asking?"
   While I waited for his reply, I fervently licked his daughter's juicy
clit.  Sure, I was his son too, but going down on your girl while in the
presence of her father was pretty darn risky.  Pretty darn exciting too,
might I add.  "Your mother called me an hour ago.  She suggested that I
take you to the Men's Warehouse to get you a suit for Vince's wedding."
   "What's wrong with renting a suit like last time for Aunt Amy's wedding?
It's not like I'll be wearing a tuxedo more than once a year."
   Dad let out a hearty chuckle at the same time Ashley started giggling.
"There comes a time in every man's life when he has to own a suit for
himself.  Since you've stopped growing like a beanstalk, it's safe to say
you've reached that point.  We won't only be getting you a suit for the
wedding.  Isn't there another special occasion you want to wear a suit for?
Maybe a date with a pretty girl tomorrow?"
   It took awhile for me to register what he said, but when my brain
finally caught up to current events, I couldn't believe the proposal.  My
dad was going to save my skin before I realized it needed saving.  I had
dinner reserved at a formal restaurant but no clothes to fit the occasion.
My wardrobe had completely slipped my mind.
   Dad chuckled again during my silence.  "It may have been awhile since
I've played the dating game but don't think I've forgotten what it's like
to try and impress a girl.  Your grandparents didn't make it easy for me
and I don't want that to be a problem with my kids.  I'll be coming home
from work a couple hours early.  Is that okay with you?"
   "Yeah, that's fine, dad.  I'll see you soon."
   Deeming it safe, Ashley closed her legs around my head as I snapped my
phone shut.  "Sounds to me like you're going shopping again," she said.
   "Dad is coming home early from work to help me pick a tuxedo for the
wedding." I purposely left out the second reason for our trip.  "Which
means I should get back to eating your pussy before our fun is cut short."
   Ashley spread her moist outer lips with her fingers.  "I'm not worried
about that.  It doesn't take you long to get my juices flowing."
   True to her words, it didn't take anymore than a few seconds.  Still, I
wound up eating her pussy for well over an hour, with a small break in
between that I used to get ready for my day with dad.  It was incredibly
arousing giving cunnilingus while I was completely dressed and Ashley was
nude from the waist down.  The final time I savored her pussy that
afternoon was on the living room coffee table.  Ashley found it a big
turn-on knowing our family and guests use that exact table to place their
drinks and snacks on.  When her orgasm hit, she came buckets all over the
glass surface.  I had to back away as to not get my clothes wet, but I
gladly lapped up a special kind of drink once she stopped leaking like a
faulty faucet.
   It was past lunchtime when I finally bothered to check the clock.  It
felt as if I just had breakfast, lunch, and dinner all at once.  The only
thing missing was dessert, and I was ready to get it straight from the
creamery.  Ashley, however, was famished, and her growling stomach attested
to that.  She dragged me from her overeaten pussy to get some food into her
starving body, and was napping on the couch after having had a turkey
sandwich when the front door opened.
   "Hey kids, how was your day?" dad boisterously greeted.  Upon seeing
Ashley on the couch, he quickly lowered the volume and apologized, "Sorry,
I didn't think I'd find her asleep at this time of day.  Are you ready to
get going?"
   I watched my sleeping beauty rub her eyes open.  "Yeah, all set."
   Ashley languidly sat up, her arms outstretched to the side.  She yawned
as if she had been sleeping for hours instead of just twenty minutes. 
"Welcome home, daddy.  Brian told me about where you two are going.  It
sounds like a lot of fun.  I wish I can go too, but I don't want to get in
the way of your male-bonding time."
   It scared me how well Ashley could play the nice, respectable daughter.
Dad never would have guessed that when he called two hours ago, the man he
was on the phone with was eating her pussy.  How could any father suspect a
daughter like Ashley of having an insatiable need to cum until her body
dehydrates?
   Dad tipped his head in her direction.  "Will you be okay at home all by
yourself while your brother and I are gone?"
   "Yeah, I'll be okay.  One of my friends is coming to pick me up to play
volleyball with some old high school classmates."
   As dad and I prepared to leave, Ashley skipped to the door where he and
I stood.  She hugged us both at once in her caring arms.  "Bye daddy, bye
brother, have fun shopping.  Don't go too crazy with the credit card. 
Mommy already has the role of shopaholic taken care of."
   Hugging back his cheerful daughter, dad gave her a fatherly kiss on the
right cheek.  Ashley looked at me, tapping a finger on her left.  "Don't I
get a kiss too, brother?"
   Unable to see any objections on our dad's face, I gave my sister an
innocent kiss.  Dad patted my back as we headed to his car.
   "Ashley is one amazing girl, isn't she?" he commented, starting the
engine up.
   "Yeah, she's really something special."
   "I bet she had a swarm of boys fighting for her affection in high
school. Now that she's heading to college, she's going to have a swarm of
men fighting for it too."
   The thought of every guy on the planet fighting for something that was
already mine had me secretly smiling to myself.
   "I appreciate everything you've done for her, Brian.  Your sister is
really attached to you and I think it's because you're always at her beck
and call that she hasn't gone boy-crazy."
   "Beck and call?  You make it sound like I'm her butler."
   "You are her brother," he asserted, "and if she ever forgets that, then
don't hesitate to remind her.  What I meant was she hasn't felt the need to
date because she already has a strong male presence in her life.  You are
there for her way more than she has the right to ask of you, and regardless
of what you're doing, you hurry to her side, no questions asked."
   A seriousness in his voice made me wonder if there was a reason for what
he was telling me.  I figured I might as well ask.  "Dad, why are you
telling me this?"
   The car came to a stop at a red light.  Fitting since my heart did the
same thing after what he said next.  "I just want to say...  be careful. 
Be careful with what you're doing with Ashley."
   As far as worst things my dad could say to me goes, that was pretty high
up there.  "W-what do you mean?"
   "I know what you're trying to accomplish.  The simple favors, like
taking Ashley and her friends to the mall, going out of your way to pick
her up from school, and earlier today when you were in the garage doing...
well, I don't know what you were doing in the garage, but it's not hard for
any decent parent to understand what's going on.  Your mother finds it a
little strange, but I fully understand if you need to--how should I say
this--'practice' with your sister."
   Practice?  As in experimenting, sexually?  This was only getting more
confusing.
   My dad didn't sound angry.  "Brian, it's okay for you to admit Ashley
has grown into a very beautiful young women.  I don't expect you to be
impervious to her charms.  It's perfectly natural for a guy of your age to
be attracted to her, and I can see why you're doing the things you do with
her.  To be honest, I did a little of it myself with Justine."
   "Aunt...  Justine?  You mean your sister?"
   He fell into deep thought and a few seconds of silence.  "Have I ever
told you about the first time I laid eyes on your mother?"
   Plenty of times, but I think he already knew that.  "It was in the first
class of your first day of your first year of college."
   He quietly chuckled upon hearing the exact phrase he had used in his
recollections.  "Seems you've heard it after all.  In that case, I assume
you also know that your mother was the first girl I dated, and prior to
meeting her I had no experience whatsoever with girls."
   I was a little familiar with his past, and told him I knew those things.
He often shares stories about his high school and college days when he
wants to make a point on something.  He usually doesn't go into too much
detail but that Thursday would be the exception.
   Dad went on.  "Helena Skipper was the most beautiful girl I had ever
seen.  She had the brightest blonde hair, the most enchanting hazel eyes,
the sweetest smile, and...  simply, she looked very much like your sister
does now.  As fate would have it, she was sitting in the first row all
alone, looking like the perfect model student.  I wasn't sure how I should
approach her, but she looked so stunning that if I didn't make a move in
the next ten seconds, some other guy would have.  So I marched right up to
the empty desk beside her and took a seat.
   And that was all I did.  I sat there quietly while thinking of a way to
introduce myself to her.  I was awful with meeting new people, and nothing
I came up with sounded like a natural thing to say to a pretty girl.  Sure,
I could have said 'hi', but then I didn't know how to continue the
conversation.  I only knew that first impressions were important, and it
was better to wait until I was ready than to rush in and look like a fool.
Class came to an end, and not five seconds after the professor dismissed
us, she was already out of sight.
   Later that evening in my room, I contemplated on how I was going to
prepare myself to talk to her.  Back then before the internet existed,
there were only two sources of information on life: family and friends.  I
couldn't go to my brothers and ask for girl advice; they'd only tease me
relentlessly about it.  That left me with my friends, but I should have
known better than to call them since there were as clueless as I was. 
Their advice was laughably terrible, though at least they cheered me up a
little.
   It was shortly after I hung up the phone that I heard Justine being
called downstairs to help with dinner.  Desperate times call for desperate
measures, and a light bulb flashed over my head.  I figured out how I would
gain insight on the opposite sex.  I would practice on my younger sister."
   I had almost forgotten about my aunt until he mentioned her again. 
Dad's immediate infatuation with mom, and the happy ending for them which
resulted in bringing my sisters and me into this world, led me to believe
"practice" didn't mean what I originally thought it meant.
   He clarified.  "It started off simple.  I offered to help Justine
prepare dinner, just to see how she would react.  Naturally she was quite
happy, since my brothers and I rarely ever offered to help with chores.  I
went a little further, asking if I could help her with anything else.  She
said she had some math homework, and similar to what you do with Ashley, I
agreed to come into her room after dinner and help her out.  Again she was
quite happy, and she made sure I knew it by smiling at every math problem I
helped her with."
   "This continued for the next week, with me doing more for Justine every
day while I observed the female mind.  In the mornings, I would sit next to
Helena in class, making sure some other guy didn't take my spot, and at
night I would do favors for my sister.  Besides helping with chores, I
started to give her small presents, like chocolate bars and stuffed
animals. They didn't cost much, but to her it was like I had given her a
gold necklace.  In return she gave me advice on what I should do and say
with Helena, whom she found out about when she heard me calling a friend."
   "Over the next month, I finally found the courage to talk to my future
wife.  We got comfortable around each other pretty quickly, and it was
almost the end of the quarter when I decided to take a leap of faith: I
asked her out on a date.  She said yes to a dinner and a movie, and the
rest, as historians would put it, was history.  Jump ahead twenty-five
years and we're still together, happily married, with three great kids.  I
have my sister to thank for that."
   "But it wasn't a happy ending for everyone.  Because I was spending more
time with my new girlfriend, I was spending less with Justine.  At first
she wasn't bothered, but as my relationship with Helena grew more serious,
she was eventually left behind.  She had been so accustomed to my tokens of
kindness that when she stopped receiving them, she became heartbroken.  I
couldn't understand why, since she knew early on I'd been trying to court
this other girl.  Justine took it as a sign that I didn't love her anymore,
and despite all my apologies, she refused to listen to me.  You can only
imagine how terrible it is to live next door to someone who resents you."
   "It wasn't just my sister who felt that way, but also my brothers.  We
all used to be very close, but after that incident my brothers blamed me
for hurting our only sister.  This in turn hurt me like never before. 
Nothing could be more painful than being hated by your family.  I became so
distraught that I made the grave mistake of taking it out on Helena.  I
ignored her phone calls, came to class late to sit away from her, and
sometimes went so far as to skip class entirely.  I couldn't look her
without thinking about the pain I caused my sister."
   "The next couple of weeks were the harshest of my life, and it took a
great deal of soul-searching to realize that I shouldn't have been blaming
Helena for this mess.  It was my fault for not understanding the
consequence of using my sister.  Thank the lucky stars Helena was as
forgiving as she was beautiful.  She accepted my apology when I called her
for a make-up date.  I only wish my brothers and sister could have been as
forgiving."
   Dad reached for an open bottle of water and took a long drink from it.
The bottle started off full and ended almost empty when he finally jammed
it back into the cup holder.  For a while, we had only the news radio to
listen to.  I didn't know what to say after hearing all that.  He told me
more about his past in that car ride than the other twenty years of
parenthood.
   "I'm sorry for rambling on for so long, Brian.  It's bad enough you're
stuck with your old man for the day.  The last thing you'd want to do is
listen to him give you an autobiography of his life."
   "It's okay, dad.  I know there has to be a reason why you're telling me
this."
   He firmly squeezed my left shoulder, the way he always does when he
imparts upon me another valuable lesson.  "I see a lot of similarities with
what you're doing with Ashley.  I don't claim to know everything that goes
on between you two, but I don't want you to make the same mistakes that
I've made.  Promise me that you'll be careful with her feelings.  Don't
break your sister's heart the way I've broken mine."
   That was it, the crux to his whole story.  My dad was concerned, that in
my search for love, I was using Ashley to gain knowledge on the opposite
sex.  As absurd as that may sound, it couldn't be more absurd than what was
really going on between her and me.  There was just one major difference
between dad's situation and mine: the girl I'm in love with is my sister.
Although that didn't make his story any less meaningful.
   From the very beginning, I believed Ashley and I would always be
together.  The possibly of me hurting her with our relationship never
really crossed my mind.  Sure, I was worried other people might get in our
way, but not each other.  But what if something happened that made us
realize we weren't meant to be?  Would we be able to live together as
normal siblings?  Be able to look at each other without thinking about what
we once had?  My dad was hurt so much when he lost his closeness with his
sister.  Would I be able to endure the same pain if Ashley and I were to
break up?
   Fighting back my emotions, I vowed not to let any of those questions
arise.  "Dad, I promise I will never hurt Ashley.  The reason why I've done
all that I have for her is not what you think.  I just want to be a good
brother."
   "I know that, son, and I trust you.  I trust you."
   Shortly thereafter we arrived at our destination.
   My gloom was easy for my dad to spot as we entered the store.  It was
hard to be cheerful when all I could think about was a future with a
heartbroken Ashley.  I realized, however, that if I didn't downplay my
anxiety, he might think there was a bigger story behind what she and I had
been doing.  And so, as we scoured the aisles of dress clothes and suits, I
kept my chin up and focused on picking out an outfit for my date with my
sister.
   We carefully loaded my expensive new wardrobe into the backseat.  On the
way home, dad made the surprising suggestion of visiting my Aunt Kim at her
flower shop.
   "There are three ways to win a woman's heart: flowers, chocolate, and
jewelry.  I wouldn't recommend spending your savings on jewelry for your
first date, but flowers and chocolate are a lot more affordable." The
suggestion sounded like a good idea and I agreed to it.
   "My, my, my, look at who we have here," my exuberant aunt greeted as we
entered her shop.  "What do I owe for the honor of this visit?"
   Before I go on, there is one thing I must get off my chest about my Aunt
Kim: she is one beautiful woman.  I don't mean that in a friendly, familial
manner.  I mean she is bee-yoo-tiful.  Years younger than my mother--she
never told me their age difference--my aunt is a tall blonde bombshell with
an incredible bust that makes jaws drop, both men's and women's alike.  How
she managed to stay unmarried up to her age was a question that's asked
repeatedly at family get-togethers.  And not a single get-together went by
without at least one of my uncles flirting with her.
Just like how my dad didn't expect me to be impervious to Ashley's
beauty, I didn't expect him to be impervious to my aunt's.  Already he was
chatting it up with her like mom didn't exist.  It looked like something I
should have been worried about, but my aunt had an uncanny talent of
deflecting advances with not-so-subtle remarks, probably from years of
practice in dealing with lechers.
   I was aimlessly wandering past a rainbow of petals when her jovial voice
startled me.
   "Hello Brian, can I help you with anything?" My aunt stepped right
beside me, her smile somehow even whiter than Ashley's.
   "Hi Aunt Kim.  I'm sort of just looking around.  My dad thought it'd be
a good idea to get some flowers for my date tomorrow night."
   "He was telling me about it.  If you don't mind some advice, might I
suggest a bouquet like the ones over here?" She showed me some colorful
arrangements of flowers in glass vases, some small enough to hold in one
hand, some that would give me a hernia if I tried to carry alone.
   "I think something more colorful like these are prettier," she
commented. "Not only do you get your roses, but you also get your
carnations, lilies, tulips, and daisies.  Or if you prefer, I can have a
special bouquet with all the bells and whistles ready for you tomorrow,
free of charge."
   I didn't know what to say other than, "Really?"
   "Yes, really," my aunt giggled.  She had to be close to twice Ashley's
age and she still sounded like a teenage girl.  "It's the least I can do
after all the help your mom has given me each weekend.  This is one way for
me to repay my big sister.  That reminds me, though.  She tells me you're
still job hunting."
   "Yeah, I'm still looking.  All of the places I've applied to haven't
called me back yet."
   "Then how about working for me?  I need someone to help with the heavy
lifting.  It'll be a simple part-time job, eight to noon.  No need to fill
in an application or anything like that.  Just say yes and you can start
whenever you want.  What do you say?"
   The day just kept getting weirder and weirder.  I hadn't been looking
for a job since the start of summer, and I lost the impulse to find one
when things started to heat up between Ashley and me.  But my aunt was
practically giving away a position, and as nice as the proposal was, a
flower shop wasn't what I had in mind for my first real job.
   Aunt Kim wasn't finished.  "Because you're my nephew, I'm willing to pay
you a little extra for your help.  I'm sure a guy your age could use the
extra money.  Maybe to impress a certain girl if things work out on your
date tomorrow?"
   That sealed the deal for me.  The allowance I had saved up over the
years couldn't possibly sustain my monetary needs.  With my recent
spendings and upcoming date, my short stack of dollars was only getting
shorter.  Taking this job would let me hold off on bankruptcy for a while
longer.  I told her I'd accept the offer.
   "Oh, that's fantastic," she exclaimed.  "Olivia is always complaining to
me that mornings are a bore.  She'll be so happy finally having another
person to work with.  Now, come with me and tell me what kind of flowers
you want.  You can drop by tomorrow to pick them up."
   My dad couldn't suppress his smirk on the way home.  He found it
hilarious I was working at a flower shop, and for my aunt, no less.  I let
him indulge in his laughter.  It lightened up the mood tremendously
compared to the earlier ride.
   He eventually calmed down.  "Brian, think you can help me cook dinner? I
want to surprise the women tonight with my spicy fried chicken."
   "Shouldn't mom already be home from work?"
   "Not today.  She's taking your sister out shopping for dresses.  Don't
think you're the only one who needs new clothes."
   As dad had suspected, mom and Ashley were nowhere to be found when we
arrived home.  Preparations for dinner got started right away.  We fried
the chicken, mashed the potatoes, tossed the salad, and poured the drinks.
There wasn't a second to spare.  Dad and I finished just in time to welcome
the ladies home with a hot, delicious meal.
   Dinner came and passed like many others before it.  Since the men cooked
dinner, it was up to the woman to clean it up.  That's what mom and Ashley
insisted upon.  I used the free time to soak beneath a hot shower.
   As I was drying myself up, I heard Ashley call from outside.  "Dad is
taking Nicole and me to get some ice cream.  Do you want us to get you
anything?" She had been home for less than an hour and was already on the
verge of leaving again.
   "A pint of butter pecan would be great, thanks." I wiped the fluffy
shaving cream off my chin.  "On second thought, give me another minute to
get dressed and I'll join you guys."
   There was no reply; she and the others were already gone.  I couldn't
have picked a worse time for my annual shave.  Cradling my wet clothes, I
sulked toward my room.
   Light from within illuminated the hallway.  I peeked inside.
   "Mom!  What are you doing in here?"
   "Oh darn, I'm busted," mom quipped, standing at my closet.  "How am I
ever going to explain to my son I'm here to retrieve his dirty laundry?  He
must think I'm a terrible mother for doing his cleaning for him." She
emptied my overflowing laundry bag into a large basket.
   "I'm thankful for what you're doing, really, but you should take a break
for once and relax.  I can do this myself."
   Mom narrowed her eyes.  "I don't mind.  I'm also doing laundry for
Nicole and your father.  Thought it'd be a good idea to wash your clothes
in the meantime." She hoisted the basket to her side.  "Want to toss those
wet clothes in here too?"
   "Mom, I mean it.  Give me the basket and I'll take care of my laundry
right now.  I don't want you to trouble yourself over me."
   She refused to move.  I had no choice but to steal the basket from her.
I dropped it onto my bed and stashed my clothes on top of a triangular
patch of silk.
   "Huh, okay.  If you say so." Mom crossed her arms, and like a hawk
having caught sight of its prey, watched me rearrange the clothes in the
basket for what seemed like no reason at all.  I had three very good
reasons, none of which should have belonged in a guy's closet.
   Mom cleared her throat.  "While you and I are both here, there is
something I want to talk to you about."
   I dodged a bullet only to step onto a landmine.  "What's on your mind?"
   She pushed aside my laundry and sat on my bed.  "Your date, of course. I
don't think I've ever seriously talked to you about dating before."
   "You don't have to talk to me about that.  Dad already handled it and
I've been on dates before, so I know what to expect." I carried the basket
over to my desk and hid a black thong in a dirty pants pocket.
   "I have a hunch this is one lecture you'll never hear from him.  Sit
down.  You can do your laundry after I finish."
   After the talk I had with dad, anything mom needed to tell me couldn't
be very shocking.  I dropped what I was doing and got comfortable in my
desk chair in front of her.  "Okay, I'm all ears."
   "Describe this girl to me.  I want to know what she's like."
   "I already told you, mom.  She looks like a younger version of you, just
not as pretty."
   "Brian, flattery is not going to get you out of this." So much for Plan
A.  "Don't just paint a picture of what she looks like.  Tell me about her.
You can start with her name."
   "Oh, right.  Her name is...  Vanessa." That was the name of my secondary
crush in grade school.  It never evolved beyond the cootie stage.  "She's a
nice girl; always cares about other people's feelings.  Also very outgoing;
loves to try new things no matter how crazy it may be.  And best of all,
she's a lot fun to talk with; I never run out of things to say when I'm
with her."
   "Wow, I am impressed.  I thought you may have just met this girl but it
sounds like you have known her for a long time.  There does seem to be a
problem with this Vanessa, however."
   "Problem?  She sounds like the ideal girl to me."
   "That's the problem.  She sounds too ideal." Mom didn't sound like she
was kidding.
   I fidgeted in my seat.  "Don't you want me to see a girl like that?"
   "Of course I do.  It's great you're taking such a keen interest in
someone like her.  I'm just concerned your sister may have a problem with
it."
   "Nikky?  Why would she have a problem with--"
   "Not her.  Ashley."
   I sat motionless, futilely trying to understand what she meant.  I gave
up after a minute of blank answers.  "Why would Ashley have a problem with
who I date?"
   "You can't tell?  Your sister is a very protective woman when it comes
to you."
   "I've realized she's protective, but she's like that with everyone."
   "Not exactly.  When I say protective, I don't mean the kind where you
help a sibling deal with a bully or a friend overcome peer pressure. 
Ashley has an extreme level of protectiveness that's reserved for very
special occasions, and very special people.  It's quite interesting to
observe."
   "Mom, you're kind of creeping me out the way you say that."
   She smiled and lightly laughed.  "You'll find this to believe, but while
you were on your first date, Ashley was an absolute nightmare around the
house, ready to bite off the head of anyone who spoke to her.  I could have
sworn I even saw her fangs and horns.  She refused to eat dinner, scared
her friends away when they came to see her, and locked herself in her
bedroom for the night.  Your father thought she was having PMS, but I knew
better than to believe him.  I had a theory for her outburst, and was able
to confirm it weeks later when you went on your second date.  Guess what
happened the moment you walked out the door?  Ashley re-grew her fangs and
horns and terrorized the house again.  I didn't need to see any more to
understand her behavior: your sister doesn't want you to date."
   "Th-that can't be it.  I'm sure she was just angry I could get out of
the house while she had to stay home.  She's probably the same way when I'm
with my guy friends."
   "If only that were true.  You know your father and I don't force her to
stay home.  We give her the same freedoms we give you.  She's only a
monster when she knows you're with another girl."
   That didn't sound like the Ashley I knew at all.  The previous week, she
told me she didn't care about my dates and crushes, yet my mother was
telling me the exact opposite.  I remembered one time Ashley had even
wished me good luck before I left for a date, though it must have been a
facade to disguise her real feelings.  As to what they were and why she
would hide them from me, I wasn't sure.
   "Mom, why are you telling me this?"
   Silent seconds stretched to what felt like silent hours.  "I don't think
it is healthy for Ashley to get so emotional over what her brother does. 
There is nothing wrong with her being attached to you, but she has to learn
to let go.  You have your own life, your own dreams, your own future to
worry about.  You will not always be there for her, and the sooner she
realizes this, the less she will be hurt by the hole in her heart where her
big brother used to be."
   My chair crashed loudly into my desk as I stood up, towering over my
mother.  "That's not going to happen," I snapped.  "I'm not going to let it
happen."
   She was stunned.  The silence that suddenly befell the room was
excruciating.  Finally, after what seemed likes hours, she mumbled, "Oh no.
Not you too."
   The mere mention of me possibly hurting my sister had me irritated. 
But...  to lash out at my mom?  That wasn't like me at all.
   I fell back in my chair, dizzy and regretful.  "I'm...  I'm sorry.  I
shouldn't have--" It was my turn to be stunned when she moved forward and
put her arms around me.
   "Brian, honey, I didn't mean to upset you.  I am not trying to get in
the way of you and your sister.  It's just that as you two are getting
older, it seems like you two are drifting closer instead of apart.  None of
the parenting books I have read dealt with this."
   Of course, books.  My mom lived life on facts and research, rarely on
experience.  She had infinite knowledge of the world, but not of the people
living in it.  That's why she was trying so hard to understand what was
happening between Ashley and me.
   I returned the hug, a reflex I did so often with Ashley but so little
with everyone else.  "What do you make of this?"
   "I don't know.  I really don't know.  It is probably something I don't
have to worry about anymore.  You and Ashley will both be out socializing
tomorrow, having a great time, forgetting about your parents for the night.
You must look so handsome in the new clothes you bought with your father. I
know Vanessa will be impressed.  That's a good thing, by the way.  Impress
your date half as much as you impress your sister and Vanessa will never
look at another boy in the same light."
   I faked a comforted smile, for mom's benefit.  Deep down, I wanted to
cower in the loneliest, darkest cave, away from this turmoil.  Something
Ashley said to me earlier in the week echoed powerfully in my head.  "Just
because we're not lying doesn't mean we're being honest." How true is that.
The remorse I felt during my talk with dad returned tenfold, as did my
angst.  Both he and mom were troubled by the possible outcome of me hurting
Ashley.  I had done all I could for her, to protect her, yet it's that
willingness that my parents believed would one day devastate my sister. 
That logic didn't make any sense to me.
   "Mom, a minute ago, you said 'not you too'.  Does that mean..."
   Mom sighed deeply, long-drawn, maybe even hopelessly.  "Ashley shared
similar feelings when I brought this up with her earlier.  She said you
would never hurt her; that she simply wouldn't allow it.  I had to tell her
that just because she refuses to move on doesn't mean you will too.  But
now that I know how you feel, she may be right."
   "You think there's something wrong with us, don't you?"
   "No, no.  There is nothing wrong.  Brian, don't worry too much about
what I told you.  Ashley will be on her first date tomorrow.  She will have
other things to concern herself with than what her brother is doing.  But
promise me that when you have the chance, you'll talk to her about how she
feels, if only for a few minutes.  The last subject I tried to lecture her
on was her choice of underwear and that didn't end well for either of us.
Since this involves you too, maybe you will have better luck with it."
   "Okay, I'll speak with Ashley later tonight, see if I can get the green
light on things."
   Sudden noises from the living room made their way to us.  Loud,
boisterous chatter from my sisters and dad signaled their arrival home.
   Mom prepared to leave.  "Make sure you separate the whites from the
colors before you wash your clothes.  I don't want to have to replace all
of your socks again."
   "Won't happen again," I embarrassingly said.
   One woman left my room only to be replaced by another.  Ashley came in
with her half-eaten ice cream cone and my butter pecan.
   "What was mom doing in here?" she asked, sitting in the same spot where
mom had sat.
   "She was trying to help me with my laundry," I replied, resuming my task
of sifting through the basket.
   Ashley walked over to my desk and peeked into the pile of clothes.  She
stuck her hand in, magically pulled out a red panty, and spun it around the
end of her index finger.  "Looks like she was trying to help with mine too.
Should I stop giving you every pair of underwear I cum into?"
   I snatched the panty from her fingertip.  "No need to do something so
drastic.  I'll just be more careful next time."
   Ashley sidestepped closer, her hip bumping into mine.  "Brian," she
whispered, "in less than twenty-four hours, we'll be on our first date."
   "I know," I whispered back.  "I'm getting jittery."
   She smiled reassuringly.  "In a little later than that, we'll be back
home.  Then a little later than that, we'll be doing something we won't
ever forget.  And in a little later than that, if things go our way, we can
do it again."
   "Are you sure you don't want to rent a motel room or something?  I
wasn't kidding when I mentioned it last night.  I don't want to have to
worry about mom and dad when we finally do it."
   "I'm sure of it.  They'll be asleep and we'll have the house to
ourselves.  Everything will be all right.  Just have some ice cream tonight
and be ready for me tomorrow." Ashley handed me the cold, frosty pint and a
plastic spoon.
   "After spending the day with dad, I feel like spending the whole night
with you right now."
   "Did you two have fun shopping?"
   I dug my spoon into the ice cream.  "It was...  enlightening."
   The conversation carried over to my bed.  Ashley turned on the picture
box and grabbed a pillow to lay on.  "What did you two talk about?"
   "Typical guy stuff.  Your don't have the testosterone to handle it."
   "I bet my testosterone level is higher than yours."
   "Girls have testosterone?"
   A pillow to the head knocked me over.  Ashley pounced onto my back,
sitting on top of me.  I retaliated with my plastic spoon.  It bent in half
when I poked her arm.  I was defenseless and she knew it.  Going for the
kill, she tickled me beneath my armpits.  Without even trying, she was able
to make me laugh away the worries from throughout the day.
   "Okay, okay, I believe you," I chortled against my will.  "I'll go
Google it or something."
   Ashley didn't give me the chance to.  She stayed on top of me the entire
evening.  Through the TV movie we weren't really watching, through the
goodnights our parents said to us, and through the back to back orgasms I
gave her from tonguing her pussy.
   Things were starting to look up again.  The storm was over with and
there were only clear skies ahead of us.  That was what I believed, anyway.
Little did I know that when I kissed Ashley goodnight in her room and
drifted off to sleep in my bed, the storm had yet to come.
   * * * Friday * * *
   "Ash, can you help me with something?  I don't know how to--"
   The door to her room slammed shut before I had the chance to look
inside. "Don't come in," she shouted.  "I'm not ready yet."
   Friday night at last, one hour before I was to take my sister out on our
date.  I was all dressed and ready to go, barring the untied tie around my
neck.  My hair had been neatly combed, cologne had been sprayed from head
to toe, and a dozen Tic-Tacs were keeping my breath minty fresh.  But
judging by the volume of Ashley's voice, she didn't sound quite as ready. f
For the umpteenth time, I tried to tie a decent knot in front of my
full-length mirror.
   "Need help with that?"
   I turned around, sighting my kid sister at the door.  "Hey Nikky, do you
know how to tie this?"
   "I can give it a shot.  Take a seat so I can reach."
   Sitting on a stool, I watched Nikky fasten the red cloth around my neck
into a neat tie.  It took her all but ten seconds to make.  She stepped to
the side so I could stand up and inspect myself.  My reflection showed me
what I wanted to see: a suave, love-struck kid dressed to impress.
   "How did you get so good at this?" I asked.
   "Dad has me do it for him when he doesn't want mom to know he can't do
it himself.  I've gotten a lot of practice in the past year."
   I traced the silk blade with my forefinger.  A man couldn't have asked
for a better knot.  "Thanks, Nikky.  Maybe you can teach me how to tie this
one of these days."
   Her tiny feet padded across the carpet.  "Sure thing.  Just drop by my
room when you want your first lesson." Nikky stopped short of the doorway.
Her voice trailed off into the hallway.  "Have fun on your date with
Ashley."
   You know those mirrors at carnival funhouses, the ones that make you
look fat and skinny, tall and short, and completely distorted all at the
same time?  That's what it felt like I was staring into all of a sudden. 
"Nikky, what did you just say?"
   "I said have fun on your date."
   "You said Ashley's name."
   "I know."
   I nearly tripped on my feet as I stumbled after Nikky.  "But I'm not
going on a date with her.  I'm going with someone else."
   "No, you're not.  You're going with Ashley." She sounded so cold and
distant.  Was I that bad of a liar?
   I grabbed my youngest sibling to me and shut the door.  She offered no
resistance as I carried her to the edge of my bed.  "Did Ashley tell you
something about tonight?"
   Her eyes were cast down at her feet.  "No, nothing.  I was leaving to
talk to her right now."
   "So she hasn't told you who she's going with?"
   "Ashley hasn't said a word about the date to me the entire week."
   "Then how do you know about us?"
   "It's not hard to figure out." Nikky stared at our hands, an improvement
over her feet.  "Brian, I'm twelve years-old, soon to be thirteen.  I'm
starting middle school next year, which is only two years from high school,
which is almost college like you and Ashley.  I'm not a kid anymore.  I
know these things."
   "I don't understand how it's possible.  Does that mean you've seen
us..."
   "Hugging like you haven't seen each other in years?  Getting googly-eyed
when you two are in the same room?  Kissing like you're both..." Nikky
quickly looked away.  She must have been so ashamed of us.  "Yeah, I have
seen you.  Both of you."
   "Nikky, you're not supposed to..." Not supposed to know that her big
sister and brother had been intimate?  Not supposed to know the two people
she looked up to the most had betrayed her trust?  Not supposed to know
that she had been put to the side for her sibling's own private happiness?
I had no comforting words for her.  Of all the people who could have found
out about us, why did it have to be the person I least expected?
   Nicole was so young.  She had enough problems a regular twelve year-old
had to deal with.  Discovering a secret affair between her sister and
brother shouldn't have to be one of them.  I could only imagine what she
was feeling.  Most of it must have been negative.
   I squeezed Nikky in my arms tighter than I ever squeezed Ashley.  It may
have felt that way because she was so much smaller.  "Please don't hate
your sister.  This isn't her fault.  She loves you so much and would never
do anything to hurt you.  Blame me for taking things this far.  Just don't
think of Ashley any less.  She would be devastated if she lost your trust."
   "I'm not angry or anything like that," she appeased.  "I'm okay,
honestly.  It doesn't bother me at all."
   Talks with Ashley were so much easier.  With her, I could tell when she
was telling me the truth.  With Nicole, she could have said the sky was
green and I'd believe her.  "You haven't told anyone about Ashley and me,
have you?  Your friends, mom, dad?"
   "No one.  It's none of my business so I haven't told anyone." A bit of
Ashley's wisdom was surely instilled in her.
   "Can you promise me you'll keep it that way?  If not for me, then for
your big sis?  No one can know about us.  Someday, but not yet."
   "I promise.  I've been keeping it a secret for a year now.  I can do it
for a hundred more if I have to."
   A year?  Ashley and I shared our first kiss two weeks ago.  What could
have led her to believe we'd been together for that long?
   "Nikky, are you sure you're okay with this?  I'd hate to think you spend
so much time at your friend's house because you want to get away from us."
   "No way, that's not the reason.  I really like playing at my friend's
house.  It doesn't have anything to do with what you and Ashley are doing
together." Nicole put a short arm around my back.  It was the first time
she had ever tried to comfort me.  "I love Ashley a lot.  Sometimes I act
bratty around you but I love you a lot too.  I'm happy that you guys are
happy.  You two are perfect each other and I want us all to stay happy."
   Nicole hadn't been my biggest worry in this relationship, but to have
her blessing meant so much more than I could have possibly imagined.  "I
think you're more mature than Ashley when she was your age."
   "I know," she smiled.  "Brian, since I promised you something, you have
to promise me something."
   "Sounds fair.  What is it you want me to promise?"
   "I want you to promise me, that when you're on your date with Ashley
tonight, you won't let what I told you get in the way of it.  Do what you
plan to do and don't worry about me.  I'm a big girl; I can handle this. 
Can you promise me that?"
   "I promise.  I would do anything for you and Ashley."
   She playfully fought me off as I hugged her again.  "Can I go now?  I'm
supposed to help Ashley with her hair."
   I let Nicole up from my bed.  "Are you going to tell her what you told
me?"
   "I caused enough trouble for one night.  My lips are sealed." She zipped
her fingers across her lips before vanishing into the hallway.
   As I absent-mindedly made final preparations for the night, I thought
back to the discussion I had with my father, and to an extent, with mom. 
They had it wrong when they told me to be careful with Ashley.  It wasn't
her that I had to worry about, but my other younger sister.
   The secret's out.  It was too late for me to try and hide it from
Nicole. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I was determined not to
let this be a repeat of what happened to my dad and his family.  I promised
him I wouldn't hurt my sisters; I also promised Ashley I wouldn't let our
relationship get in the way of our family; and I promised Nikky that I
would carry on with the evening as planned.  I just hoped I hadn't promised
more than I could handle.
   I idled my time with the news in the living room.  Distasteful as it may
be, maybe the troubles of others would make mine seem insignificant.  That
didn't happen.  The mundane rambling of the news reporter almost put me to
sleep.  Apparently a monkey was swinging amok at the local zoo and throwing
souvenirs at guests.  Too bad there wasn't any footage of it.
   My ears perked to the distinct click-click of high heels from the
hallway.  I hopped up from the sofa, and turned to see my lovely sister
looking more glamorous than ever.
   Ashley had gone all out for the evening.  Crimson red lipstick, curled
eyelashes, dark eye shadow, gold hoop earrings, a stack of bracelets on
each wrist.  She didn't look like the same young eighteen year-old girl I
saw coming out of the shower two hours earlier.  Ashley looked ready to
walk the red carpet of an award ceremony and steal the paparazzi from every
big-name celebrity.
   Yet it would be her dress that would be the most-talked about headline
in Hollywood magazines.  The dress was a pitch black number that hugged her
waist and flared out midway down her thighs.  The top was like a halter
that left her shoulders exposed, with a deep V-neckline nearing her navel.
There was a silver jewel detail at the bottom of the neckline in the design
of the sun.  The dress was classy, sexy, and perfect for the woman wearing
it.
   Ashley strutted to where I gawked in amazement.  " You're probably tired
of me asking this but how do I look?"
   "You look...  you look..." It didn't matter what I say to her.  No
compliment would have done her justice.  "Jeez Ash, you look smoking hot.
You're going to make every guy within a hundred miles jealous of me.  That
dress is just...  wow.  Mom actually let you pick that?"
   "Mom's cooler than you think.  She encouraged me to pick this one."
Ashley performed a graceful twirl to show off the rest of her gown.  Her
entire back, from her shoulders to her waistline, was bare.  There was a
strap behind a neck for where the halter top tied together.  "Mom likes the
backside the best.  She said it looks good because I don't have any tan
lines.  Almost makes me look topless, doesn't it?"
   I dumbly nodded.
   "You look smoking hot too, Bry.  Come over here so I can have a better
look."
   As she pressed down the collar of my leather jacket and complimented me
on my striped dress shirt and charcoal slacks, our parents entered through
the living room door.
   "Whoa, you guys look snazzy," Ashley said to them.  "Where were you
guys, and what's the occasion for the fancy clothes?"
   Mom was wearing a dress much like Ashley's, but without as much skin
revealed.  "Hello, kids.  We were next door having a cup of tea with the
Morrisons while we waited for Nikky to gather her things.  As for the fancy
clothes, your father suggested we join your Uncle Vince at Club Shooter for
a night of dancing.  Since you all have plans tonight, we don't want to
stay home with the house all to ourselves and be seen as boring parents."
   Dad was dressed similarly to me, but in lighter colors.  He patted me
heartily on the back.  "Talk about doing your old man proud, son.  You look
a whole new man in these clothes.  And Ashley, you look...  you look... 
wow."
   Like father, like son.
   Ashley turned her body side to side the way a shy, little girl would. 
"Daddy, you're making me blush.  If you don't stop staring, you're going to
make mom jealous."
   "It's hard not to stare when my little girl looks so grown up.  You are
going to make your date one happy man.  I wish I could stick around to meet
him but we're sort of in a hurry now.  Where's Nikky?  We need to take her
to her friend's house before we meet up with Vincent."
   "I'm right here," Nicole announced.  How long she had been standing in
the hallway, none of us knew.  "I've been waiting forever for you guys."
   "I'm sorry, sweetie.  Brian and Ashley were still getting ready when we
went next door and we thought you'd be a while too."
   "Dad," she groaned condescendingly, "I was getting ready for a
sleepover, not a date.  It takes me five minutes to pack my things."
   Her feistiness had him chuckling.  "Okay, okay, I'm sorry again,
sweetie. Let's get you out of here." Dad directed his attention to Ashley
and me.  "I'm not sure how long we'll be out for so don't wait up for us.
We trust you both enough not to give you curfews, but that doesn't mean you
can come home tomorrow morning." Specifically at me now.  "Brian, if you're
not in a hurry, can you stay with Ashley until her date arrives?"
   "Not a problem.  You don't have to worry about us staying out late
either."
   Ashley reaffirmed, "Brian and I will be at home safe and sound before
you and mommy are done dancing.  Have fun with Uncle Vince and Sophie."
   There were plenty of mushy hugs to go around while we said our goodbyes.
A person would think we were leaving a family reunion instead of splitting
up for a single night.
   Nikky hugged me for an exceptionally long time compared to the others.
"Have fun on your date.  Don't worry about what I said earlier.  Just do
what you promised me."
   "I will, and thanks again.  Have fun at your sleepover."
   Nicole and our parents were soon out the door.  Ashley and I were left
behind to stare at each other, unsure of what to make of the sudden change
of events.
   "Did you know mom and dad were going out?" Ashley quickly asked.
   "I didn't even notice they were missing.  How do you think they got
ready so quickly?"
   "Years of practice.  Remember all their late nights when we were kids?"
   Those weekends were the most fun I had as an eight year-old.  "Our
babysitter was the richest teenager on the block."
   I surveyed the sparsely populated room, assessing our situation.  My
imagination ran wild at the possibilities.  "Hey Ash, guess what."
   Ashley slid her hands beneath my jacket, her imagination also at work.
"A number between one a ten?"
   "That and we're home alone.  Do you know what that means?"
   "Yep, I do." She friskily pulled our bodies together, her sweet
fragrance surrounding us.
   We had the house all to ourselves, with no interruptions in sight.  It
was hard for me to dismiss the temptation of skipping the first half of our
date.
   Ashley didn't find it nearly as difficult.  Her mischievous grin turned
into a sweet smile, which didn't look all that different from her grin. 
"Brian, we can stay home every other night.  It's not often we get to go
out on a date.  I really want to do this."
   After all the things I had gone through to make this date happen, it
would be a shame to waste my efforts.  And deep down, I wanted to have this
date too.
   "Yeah, so do I.  But before we head out, there's something I need to
give you to make this date official.  Wait here, okay?" I left a dust trail
in my wake as I rushed through the living room, past the kitchen, and
outside into the backyard.  I looped around to the front of our house and
rang the doorbell.  Call it silly and sickly cute, but this was my sister's
first date, and I wanted to give her the full date experience.
   Ashley, naturally, opened the door.  She thought I was crazy until she
saw what I was holding.  "Brian, just what are you--oh my gosh.  These
flowers, they're so beautiful.  Just look at all the different colors. 
They smell so nice too.  You even got me chocolate.  Thank you, Bry.  This
is already starting to turn out to be the perfect date."
   My aunt said she outdid herself when I came to pick up the bouquet
earlier, and after seeing my sister's reaction, I didn't doubt it.
   I invited myself into the house and handed over the gifts.  "There, it's
official.  Our date has now begun." As she placed the flowers and
heart-shaped box of chocolates on the coffee table, I hung my right arm out
to my side.  "Ready to get going?"
   Ashley hooked her left arm around it.  "Ready as I'll ever be." Walking
alongside each other, we took the first steps toward our first date.
   Ashley stared out the side window as I exited the freeway to her dream
restaurant.  "So where to," she finally asked, unable to hold off any
longer.
   "Some fancy place that supposedly has good food.  I've never been there
myself but it's what everyone else keeps telling me.  The restaurant is up
ahead a couple more blocks."
   Instead of resuming our game of twenty questions, Ashley opted to wait
patiently.  With each turn I took and each street I passed, the possible
choices of restaurants got slimmer and slimmer.  She was methodically
deducing where I was taking her.  As we neared the source of spotlights
illuminating the darkening sky, her mouth curled into an increasingly wide
smile.  Not one to disappoint, I drove up to a valet parking sign in front
of an upscale restaurant.
   Ashley grabbed my right arm, preventing me from exiting the car.  "Oh my
gosh, this better not be some kind of mean prank.  Are we actually eating
here at Amalfi's?"
   "Nope, I just forgot directions to the place I wanted to take you.  I
want to ask these guys for help." Her expression changed so radically from
ecstatic to crestfallen that I almost burst out laughing.  "Ash, I'm
kidding.  We're eating here."
   The valet driver opened her door just in time to see her punch my
shoulder.
   Ashley's fit of rage was short-lived.  As we were escorted into the
trendy restaurant, she oooh'ed and ahhh'ed at all the little details she
saw in magazines and the web.  We were seated at a candlelit table in the
middle of a spacious and somewhat isolated dining area.
   "Oh my gosh, this is so cool," Ashley chirped.  " How did you get
reservations to this place?  You didn't have to do anything illegal, did
you?"
   "Don't worry, babe, my criminal record is still clean.  Just pick
anything that tickles your taste buds and enjoy.  You can make it up to me
in bed."
   "I'm going to make it up to you in bed and everywhere else I get you all
alone.  Gosh, this is so amazing.  I don't know what to pick."
   As I browsed the menu, I wasn't sure what I wanted to pick either.  It
wasn't the food selection that stumped me but the little numbers beside
them.  Lillian wasn't kidding when she warned the previous week that it
cost fifty dollars for a lobster claw.  All the choices were exorbitantly
priced.  Even with Alyson handling part of the bill, my wallet would still
take a huge hit.  Nevertheless, I was determined to treat my sister to a
extraordinary dinner, by any greens necessary.
   Unable to decide what I wanted to eat, I went to Plan B, which was to
use the recommendations Aly gave me when we were finalizing the details of
my dinner.  Ashley was impressed by my newfound knowledge of fine cuisine,
and she agreed to the four course meal I ordered for the both of us.
   "You look a little funny in that tie," Ashley said, dipping her fried
dumplings into a puddle of soy sauce.
   I gulped down on my morsel of filet mignon.  "Is that a good thing or a
bad thing?"
   "A good thing.  I'm surprised you know how to tie it."
   "Actually, Nikky did it for me.  She's a pretty talented kid."
   "Really?  That's so nice of her.  She helped me too with my hair."
   "I don't doubt it.  Your hairdo is like a work of art.  What's that
style called?"
   Ashley felt up the intricate loops upon loops of golden hair on her
head. "This simple thing?  It's called an up-do.  Only took an hour to
make."
   I cracked a small joke on how I was glad I wasn't in her heels for once.
The chatter was light and frivolous, and it had been for the past hour. 
Although I was very much enjoying her company, I couldn't help but think
that for what was supposed to be our special night, the conversation felt a
little shallow.  It's one thing to be on a first date with someone you
recently met, but another to be on a first date with someone you have known
for all but two years of your life.
   I thought back to the advice Natalia gave me earlier in the week.  I
waited for my sister to take a drink of her iced tea before asking, "Where
do you see yourself in the future?"
   Ashley was put off by the immediate transition.  "What do you mean? 
Like a week from now?  A month?  The end of the summer?"
   "Yeah, you can start with those."
   "Hmm, next week our uncle is getting married, so I guess I see myself at
his wedding.  Then my birthday is coming up, so I see myself one year older
within the month.  And at the end of the summer, I hope to have a job by
then.  That little shopping spree we had on Wednesday set me back a lot
more than I expected."
   "If you're short on money, I'm sure mom and dad wouldn't mind increasing
your allowance.  They are handling college for the both of us.  I'm sure
extra cash for important things like lingerie wouldn't set them back too
much.  You can always make it up to them when you become a world-renowned
physicist.  That has to pay a pretty hefty sum, right?"
   Ashley raised an eyebrow.  "I haven't bothered to check how much a job
like that would pay.  I might work as a waitress to help mom and dad pay
for college.  They said they have enough set aside for us and Nikky, but I
still want to help out and show I'm deserving of their trust.  I think
they're the only parents who still gives their kids allowance at our age."
She turned the questioning around to me.  "How about you, your job search
going well?"
   "It's over with.  I'm done searching for one."
   "Really?  So you're going to stay unemployed for another summer?"
   "I'm done searching for a job because I have one.  You are currently
looking at the newest and best-dressed florist in town." She stared at me
as if I was about to deliver the punch-line to a really bad joke.  "Ash,
I'm serious.  I'm going to be working for Aunt Kim at her flower shop.  It
won't be a real nine-to-five job but it's a start, and it'll be a way for
me to pay for all the dates I plan to take you on."
   A bright smile heralded her reply.  "You are really full of surprises
tonight."
   "Yep.  I know." I liked where the conversation was heading, so I
continued with the topic.  "Now that we have a crystal ball image of your
summer, what about beyond that?  Say ten years from now?"
   "Ten years?  That's a while away." Ashley rested her chin in her palms
and looked off to the side as if in deep meditation.  "I haven't really
thought that far ahead, but I can see myself with the finest implants money
can buy, a tattoo above my butt that says 'Property of Big Brother', and a
big diamond-studded tongue piercing.  That sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?"
   "Yeah...  cool.  That's one way of putting it." When I first saw our
table situated so far from the other guests, I was a little disappointed I
wouldn't be able to show off my beautiful date.  Now I was somewhat
grateful for the seating arrangement.
   Again, I had tell her I was being serious.  "Ash, I'm not kidding
around. I'm really interested in what you have to say about this."
   My change of tone seemed to have put her into real meditation.  A minute
passed before she came up with an outline of her future.  "I see myself out
of college with a degree and a successful high paying job to wake up to; a
brand new car that'd make my friends green with envy; and a huge, state of
the art home that'd make mom and dad proud of me."
   "That's...  pretty ambitious."
   She sensed my melancholy.  "What's wrong?  Didn't I answer your
question?"
   "You did.  But it sounded like you forgot something.  Someone..." The
blank stare on her face wasn't very inspiring.  "Ashley, where do you see
us in ten years?"
   She confidently stated, "I see us together enjoying the ten-year
anniversary of our first date.  Maybe in this very same restaurant if it's
still around."
   "Is that all?  You see us on a date as just brother and sister?"
   "As more than that.  Much, much more.  If you feel the same way I do
about it, we can be happily married parents with the most adorable baby
girl waiting for us at home with the babysitter.  Or we can be as we are
now, two siblings in a relationship that has to be kept secret from
everyone else.  Take your pick."
   It was an easy decision.  "When you put it that way, there's no way I
wouldn't want to pick the first choice."
   "Then why are you so serious about it?  Sounds to me like we both know
what we want."
   "Aren't you concerned with how we are going to make it happen?  There
are going to be a lot of obstacles in our way.  Wanting things to end
happily isn't enough.  It's up to us to make it happen."
   "You're awfully interested about something you have zero interest in. 
What happened to the wait and see approach?  The 'what other people don't
know can't hurt them' stuff?  With the way you're talking, it's like you
want to solve all our problems in a single dinner."
   I wanted so badly to disclose what had been said to me in the past
forty-eight hours.  Instead, I had to pretend this was of my own concern.
"I like having an idea of how we can make things work out, even if it's a
small one.  Yesterday and today, I learned some things that made me think
about our lives together.  I don't want to put this off until it's too late
to have our fairy tale ending."
   "So what do you propose we do to make our fairy tale ending a reality?"
   "I was hoping you'd know the answer.  You seem to know how to deal with
everything else."
   "Only for things I can predict the outcome of.  There's just so much I
can do before I have to let fate decide what's best for us."
   I stared at her barren plate.  "You don't seem too worried about this."
   "When it comes to my future, I want to think about the destination. 
There's no point in fussing over the journey since there might be a hundred
different paths to take.  Some might be rougher than others, but they all
lead to the same goal: us living happily ever after."
   Her carefree thinking was such an endearing quality.  "I'm envious of
you.  I see the cup as half empty but you always see it as completely full.
It's like there's nothing that can change your outlook on life."
   "Not knowing is bliss."
   "I think you mean ignorance is bliss."
   "Are you calling me ignorant?" She lightly laughed before taking the
last sips of her cocktail drink.  Her eyes settled on my plate.  "I think
this is the first time I ever finished dinner before you."
   I poked my half-eaten fish.  "It's not easy for me to eat and talk at
the same time.  Let me ask for your dessert.  You can get started on that
while I finish my dinner."
   Asking wasn't necessary at a restaurant of that caliber.  Our server was
already on the way with two small plates of five-nut brownies topped with
vanilla ice cream and caramel.  The treat looked too good to put off for
long, so I scarfed down the rest of my dinner and dug into the chocolate.
   With dinner coming to a close, there was one thing left for me to take
care of.  I placed the bill booklet onto the table and skimmed past the
pictures I had of Ashley in my wallet for my credit card.  Something
peculiar on the bill caught my eye and I waved over our maitre d'.
   "Excuse me but I am wondering if what it says here is correct." I held
the bill up and pointed at the string of zeros for where the total cost
should have been.
   "That is correct, Mr.  Stafford.  An important young lady to this
restaurant personally tended to your care.  She dropped by briefly to make
sure everything was all right with your dinner.  Just sign on this line
right here." The line he pointed to already had a bright pink signature on
in.  The squiggly loop-de-loops and hearts that topped the i's were
obviously handwritten by a teenage girl.  I couldn't read the entire name
but the capital A was enough for me to figure out who had signed it.
   The dinner should have cost more than a month's worth of groceries, and
somehow Alyson had arranged it so I wouldn't have to pay a single cent. 
Half off was already a very cordial offer; completely free was unheard of.
I would need to find a way to repay her for her generosity.
   After I signed the bill to conclude our dining festivities, Ashley and I
thanked everyone for their service and were kindly escorted out the
restaurant.  The valet driver was already waiting for us with my car.
   Ashley couldn't sit still as I drove to the next location.  Her dress
rode up her succulent thighs, teasing me with the possibility of a
panty-shot.  "That was so much fun, Bry.  I can't wait until we do it
again."
   "Let's finish this date before we think about the next one.  It's not
even eight yet and I still have a couple more surprises for you."
   "Are they here?"
   The car came to a stop at the neighborhood park.  "Sure are.  Follow me,
I want to show you something."
   Ashley walked beside me to a tree overshadowing a bicycle rack.  She
gasped when she saw me doing the unthinkable.  "Are you crazy?" she
exclaimed.  "Those aren't ours."
   I struggled with the thin chain and lock holding down a pair of bikes.
"Hmm, looks like I'll need a key to open this.  I wonder," I reached into
my back pocket, "if this key can do the trick." Knowing it would, I clicked
the key into place and freed the bikes.  "Well what do you know, it works
after all."
   Ashley stared in slack-jawed amazement.  "You are really full of
surprises."
   "I know." I coolly rolled a bike up to my sister.  "Here, you can use
this one.  I thought riding bikes would be a good way to unwind after a
fancy dinner, so I got us a couple we could play with."
   The two-wheeled vehicles belonged to none other than the sporty Lillian.
Earlier in the day, when I called and asked if I could borrow her brothers'
bikes, she agreed to drop by the park and leave them behind for Ashley and
me to use.  Fortunately the neighborhood was very safe, and a sturdy lock
was all we needed to make sure the bikes didn't unexpectedly ride away.
   "I...  I don't know.  I don't think I can ride a bike like this." Ashley
pointed down at her high heels.
   "I got that covered too.  Here, you can wear these." I showed her the
pair of black sneakers tied around one of the handlebars.
   "Are those my old gym shoes?"
   "Yup, found them in the garage.  I spent most of this morning cleaning
them off while you were jogging with your friends.  I got you a pair of
clean socks too." I pulled them out from within the shoes.
   Ashley hesitated in taking the footwear.
   "What's wrong, sis?  You don't want to do this?"
   "I do, but...  I don't know if I can."
   "Of course you can.  Tonight is all about you and if there's anything
you want to do, I'll do whatever it takes to make it possible."
   "That's not what I meant," she retorted.
   "Then what's the problem?  Whatever it is can't be as bad as forgetting
how to ride a bike."
   For the first time that night, Ashley looked less than enthusiastic.
   The shoes slipped from my fingers.  I rushed to my nervous sibling and
held her cold hands together.  "Sis, something like how to ride a bike does
not disappear from memory.  It's just been a while since you've done it. 
Spend two minutes on a bike and I know you'll do fine."
   Ashley didn't respond.
   Oh man, what was I saying?  I couldn't believe how insensitive I was
being all of a sudden.  The reason she didn't want to do this wasn't
because she forgot how.  It was because the bad memories of her bike
accident from her childhood were coming back to haunt her.  Yet there I
was, shrugging it off as nothing, and urging her to do something she must
have been scared of.
   I held her hands up and gently kissed the back of them.  "Ashley, I'm
sorry.  I'm not trying to pressure you.  We can leave and find something
else to do.  Anything is okay with me as long as you're having fun."
   She dissuaded, "No, I don't want to leave.  You must have gone through a
lot of trouble to arrange all this and I don't want to be unappreciative.
I'll give it a shot, and if it turns out I can't do it, then we can go
somewhere else."
   I nodded.  "Okay, have a seat and I'll help you into this stuff." I led
my Cinderella to a bench and slid on her glass slippers.  As inappropriate
as it was, my eyes wandered from her feet to her dress hem.  It took all my
willpower not to peek any further while I tied her shoelaces.  "All set. 
Let's give these bikes a spin, shall we?"
   "Can you stay with me while I try to remember how to do this?"
   "Sure thing, babe." Playing her knight in shining armor, I steadied her
bike while she climbed on.  I held her shoulders as we started off slow on
the path circling the lake.  "This is kind of ironic, isn't it?  I'm
teaching you how to ride a bike even though you learned before I did."
   Ashley reminisced.  "I was in kindergarten and you were in second grade.
You complained to dad so much that you were never going to learn to ride
without training wheels.  Meanwhile mom had me on two wheels in under an
hour.  You told dad you wanted her to teach you, and a few hours after they
switched spots, you still couldn't do it."
   My embarrassing past brought a smile to her face.  I loosened my grip,
keeping only my palms on her shoulders.  "Hey, that's not very funny.  I
was traumatized for life because of it."
   "What's really funny is what it took to have you learn how to ride. 
While mom was bandaging you up like a mummy, I rode by you on my little
pink bike and said, 'You can do it, big brother, I know you can.  Just
relax and do your best.  It's really easy.' Next thing I remember we were
riding side by side with mom and dad for the first time around the block."
   As Ashley finished recalling her tale, I felt the pressure against my
hands lessening.  "I think you're ready to start pedaling."
   The bike boosted to a little more than walking speed.  "Like this?"
   "Like this." My walk sped up to a mad dash.
   She instantly panicked.  "Ohmigod, ohmigod, don't let go!  I'm going to
fall!"
   "I still got you, don't worry.  I'm not going to let you get hurt."
   "But you're going to run out of breath if you keep this up."
   "I'm not letting go until you say you're ready."
   "I'm ready, I'm ready!"
   "I'm not letting go until you mean it."
   "I mean it, I mean it!  I'm ready!"
   I took my hands off of her shoulders and stopped dead in my tracks, but
Ashley and her bike kept rolling.  Despite her shrill screaming, her body
was perfectly balanced, her bike perfectly steady, as she rode further down
the path.
   I shouted after her.  "Will you stop screaming and look at yourself? 
You're doing awesome."
   Ashley didn't shout anything back.  She was too busy laughing her cute
butt off.
   I found myself laughing aloud too.  I did very little in helping her
remember the life skill, but my sister was having a great time and that's
all that mattered.  When I reached my abandoned bike, she was already on
the other side of the expansive lake.  It was impossible to catch up to her
without surpassing the speed of light, so I turned my bike around and went
in the opposite direction of her.
   Ashley saw me slowing down as I approached her headfirst.  "You may have
caught up to me but I'm still one lap ahead of you."
   "Some things never change, do they?"
   "Nope."
   Pedaling side by side, we branched off from the main path on an unguided
tour of the park, while reliving the days when our biggest concerns were
multiplication tables and who went first in a game of kickball.  Everything
we passed, from the playground to the baseball field, was void of any
souls. The nearest sign of life was a family in the picnic area having a
barbeque.  They looked like ants around a fire.
   Ashley reached behind her head and unraveled the many loops of hair with
a simple tug.  The golden strands floated gently in the breeze like the
world's most expensive bicycle streamers.  "We look so out of place," she
said amusingly.  "This date is completely different than I how I envisioned
it."
   "What did you think I would do?"
   "Either something cheesy like a night in the bowling lanes or something
sophisticated like a stroll in an art gallery.  With you it's one extreme
or the other, never in between.  But you really surprised me tonight.  The
park is a really neat middle ground, and the bikes are a nice touch.  I'm
glad you took me here." Ashley held her hand out to me, and smiled when I
treasured it with a soft squeeze.
   One leisurely lap around the park turned into many.  Words were sparse
between us, but being in each other's presence kept the mood merry.
   As we headed back to the central area of the park, Ashley fanned herself
with her right hand.  "I'm getting a little tired.  Can we take a break?"
   I pointed up ahead to a lonely bench by the lake.  "Does there look
good?"
   "Looks perfect."
   We laid our bikes on the grass and moved onto the wooden seat.  The moon
shone brightly in the star-filled sky, illuminating the calm water and vast
field in front of us.
   Ashley stretched her arms and legs out.  "Wow, that felt good.  I think
I know why I like to drive so much."
   "To satisfy your need for speed?" I wasn't expecting her to say yes when
she did.
   "Ever since I first hopped onto a bike, I loved the sense of speed I got
when the wind was in my hair.  For a kid there's no greater thrill, no
greater adrenaline rush.  I missed that feeling, and it wasn't until I sat
behind the steering wheel for the first time that it started to come back.
It's not exactly the same as riding a bike, but it's close, and a part of
me that had been closed off for so many years resurfaced.  It's hard to
believe I stopped in the first place."
   "You stopped because mom and dad forced you to.  I tried to convince
them to give you a second chance but they wouldn't listen."
   Ashley divulged, "It's not their fault.  Mom and dad didn't want me to
ride anymore, but they never actually forced me to stop.  I stopped on my
own."
   "Why would you do that?  The happiest I've ever seen you was when you
were racing through the neighborhood with your friends.  One accident
shouldn't stop you from doing something you love."
   There was a vulnerability in her eyes that made my sister so unlike her
normally chipper self.  "I stopped because when you carried me from the
accident, for the first time I could ever remember, you cried.  I'd seen
you sad before, like the day your pet iguana died and the time Randall
Carnes broke your favorite model plane, but never to the point you had
tears in your eyes.  To finally see you cry, and for me, made me realize
how important I was to you.  I didn't want you to ever have to deal with
that again, so I decided, when I came home from the hospital, to give up
that part of my life.  I wanted to always be safe and sound, for your sake.
It's a small price to pay to ensure your happiness."
   I was appalled by her revelation.  "Don't you think that's a little
excessive?  It was a once-in-a-lifetime accident.  How could I be happy
knowing you killed your childhood for me?  If mom and dad let you ride
again, don't you think I'd be okay with it too?  One of the things we
agreed on was to not sacrifice anything for each other."
   "Please don't make a big deal out of this.  I made that decision eight
years ago.  It's in the past now and the decision was mine to make.  I
didn't mean for it to be a burden for you.  What matters to me is tonight,
and I'm grateful you helped me feel like a kid again." Ashley scooted
closer.  Her fingers entwined around mine.  "I might have to persuade dad
to buy us our own bikes so we wouldn't have to borrow Lillian's."
   "Lillian?  Why would you think she--"
   "I'm pretty sure you didn't buy these bikes just for tonight.  I've seen
them in Lillian's garage.  They belong to her brothers, right?  It's okay
to admit you've had some help.  I've seen enough clues to figure it out. 
The only people I've joked with, about me being a world-renowned physicist,
were my friends, and Natalia was the only one who took me seriously.  You
couldn't have known about that because you and I never talked about my
future before tonight, and I doubt you just had a lucky guess.  As for
dinner, Alyson helped you arrange it.  I saw her name on the bill while you
were searching through your wallet.  There's no way I could have mistaken
her signature.  It's big enough to fit a billboard."
   Each realization felt like a punch to the gut.  Why did Ashley have to
be so smart?
   I choked on my admission.  "Yeah...  I did get some help.  Your friends
asked about our date.  One thing led to another and they all ended up
offering me advice.  Their ideas sounded really good so I took them up on
it."
   "But it's not only my friends that helped with our date.  Dad helped you
pick your suit and mom helped me with my dress.  Then Nikky added the
finishing touches to make us picture perfect."
   It wasn't her intention to kick a guy already on the ground, but that's
what it felt like.  "Ashley, I wanted to plan tonight on my own but I'm
still new to this dating thing.  I didn't want to disappoint you with
something meaningless.  When it comes to your likes and dislikes for a
night like this, I don't know as much as I should."
   Her reaction wasn't what I expected, but it fit her optimism perfectly.
"Brian, disappointment is the last thing I feel right now.  This is great
news.  Don't you see what's happening?  Everyone wants us to be together.
My friends, mom and dad, even Nikky.  They all helped to make this date as
wonderful as it is."
   Unfortunately I didn't share her optimism.  How could I, when this date
that was supposed to have been for just the two of us, suddenly felt like
nothing more than a bunch of suggestions from everyone except me.  "That's
not how they're going to see it, Ash.  Your friends only helped me because
they care a lot for you.  They don't see us as anything more than close
siblings.  If it wasn't for our familial bond, they never would have given
me the time of day.  As for mom and dad, they only helped because they're
just trying to be supportive parents.  They don't have any idea about what
we're doing.  The last thing they'd suspect is their kids on a date
together.  And Nikky...  she's still just a kid.  She's too young to know
what's going on.  None of them understand the extent of our relationship."
   Ashley abruptly stood up, gazing out into the darkness.  "That's not
true," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
   "What isn't?"
   "I never fully explained why I took you to the mall with me and my
friends last Friday.  Do you want to know the real reason for it?"
   I wasn't sure if I did anymore.
   "I wanted...  I want my friends to find out about us.  I want them to
see the love I have for you is real, that it isn't just the kind siblings
have.  These feelings are impossible for me to keep bottled up.  I have to
let it out.  I can't keep this a secret any longer.  I know you dread the
idea of anyone knowing about us, but what if I can ease people into our
relationship?  What if I can show them how madly in love I am with you? 
Then maybe they'll understand and be okay with us being together.  Maybe
they'll give us their blessings, wish us luck, help us like they have for
tonight.  That's what I tried to accomplish last Friday with my friends."
   It was an outer body experience to hear myself respond in an anger that
I would forever regret.  "You can't be serious.  Why would you do something
foolish like that?  This isn't a petty secret you can joke around with to
your friends.  This is our life together.  You need to take this more
seriously before you do something that gets us both hurt.  Don't you
realize how dangerous it is if they knew?"
   The rise in temper was mutual.  She turned around, her eyes filled with
sorrow and distraught.  "Dangerous?  What danger?  My friends are the only
people I trust enough with our secret.  If I'm not allowed to trust them,
then there is no one else I can trust.  We might as well keep this a secret
from the whole world again.  You said it was okay for us to be more open
about our relationship.  What made you change your mind?  Does your stupid
rule only apply to you?  Is it okay if your friends found out but not mine?
That only you get to decide who knows?"
   I stormed up and grabbed her wrists.  "That is not what I said.  Don't
put words in my mouth.  Your friends are nice girls but I need more than
one week to be okay with them knowing every detail of our life.  You can't
make these decisions without me."
   "No, Brian, that's not how this works.  You don't get to decide
everything.  I have every right to make these decisions on my own.  Don't
forget it was me who took the first step to where we are now.  I took the
biggest risk when I confessed my feelings to you.  You could have laughed
at me, hated me, be disgusted with me.  But did I let my fears keep my
mouth shut?  No fucking way.  I had the courage to act right then and
there, to pour my heart out to you.  When you said you felt the same way
about me, I thought I had fallen in love with the right guy.  But for all
the sweet talking you did you sure as hell don't step up to your promises.
Stop being a coward for once and find some damn courage.  Otherwise you
won't be able to stop me from doing this." She pulled free from my grasp
with a strength her thin arms couldn't possibly have.
   I reached for her, my hands moving as if time was coming to a
standstill, except the girl fleeing from me was invulnerable to its effect.
She stopped at the lake's edge, and yelled as if she had nothing else to
lose than the love that was on the verge of falling apart.  "I, Ashley
Stafford, am in love with my brother.  I love him more than any woman could
ever love a man.  I want to spend the rest of my life with him, be his
wife, have his kids.  I don't care what anyone thinks about us.  No one can
do a damn thing to stop me from loving my brother."
   I could barely fathom the words coming out of her mouth.  Ashley had
done the unthinkable; she had professed our love to the world.  I should
have felt scared, anxious, furious.  Her outburst was uncalled for and
totally reckless.  Yet for some unexplainable reason, I wished I could have
had the courage to yell the same things right beside her.
   By the time I was able to wrap my arms around held her shoulders in an
impossibly tight hold, I had heard all I needed to hear.  "Ashley, I'm
sorry.  Please calm down."
   "No, I won't calm down.  How do you expect us to take this any further
if you're always afraid of the worst?  I'm not going to calm down until
you--"
   I turned my troubled sister to me.  Her body felt limp against my chest.
Her sullen tears pierced my shirt.  I held her trembling chin up, my hand
filled with a pond of her sadness.  I did the only thing I could to end her
stream of sobs.  I kissed her as if I had nothing else to lose than the
love that took eighteen years to blossom.
   Her lips remained lifeless.  I nudged with my tongue, pleading for my
sister's forgiveness.  Of all the ways our love could have died, I never
thought it would be from a fight on our first date.  A fight that I started
for no reason other than my own cowardice.  That night was supposed to be a
joyful occasion, a celebration of our love.  We were alone at last.  Not as
siblings, but as lovers.  The only tears she should have been shedding were
of happiness.  So why did I have to fail so miserably?
   Unfamiliar tears obscured my vision, wetted my cheeks.  I closed my eyes
and prayed for strength.  Any strength to hold my baby girl steady, any
strength to keep her in my arms.  The first time she ran from me hurt me
more than her words ever could.  I couldn't bear to let her escape again.
   Ashley lightly touched my right cheek.  Slowly, her lips parted as our
tongues met.  I hugged her tighter and exhaled relief into her mouth.
   "Ashley," I began to say, before she touched my other cheek.  Her
fingers held me in place, unmoving from her lips.  A loving kiss with my
sweet, kind sister.  It was what I needed to clear my head and make sense
of this mess.  A mess that I was selfishly trying to shift the blame on.
   Ashley was the unfortunate victim of my insecurities.  She did nothing
wrong.  Genuinely, she was the only one who did the right thing.  She was
being honest with her feelings.
   Our lips separated after an eternity of self-thought.  I opened my eyes,
my perception clearer than it had ever been.  "Ashley, I am sorry for the
idiotic things I said.  You are the smartest girl I know.  The last thing I
would ever do is question your judgment."
   Her flow of tears had yet to cease.  Ashley hid her right cheek in my
shirt.  "Oh god, I am so sorry for yelling.  I don't know what came over
me."
   "I think I know.  You're confused, frustrated, angry." She pulled on my
jacket.  Her refusal to look me in the face told me I was right.  "You
should be feeling all those things.  I was stupid and trying to blame
anyone but me.  It's time I man up to my empty promises.  I've been doing a
lot of talking when I should have been taking action.  You decided long ago
you were ready to move onto the next stage of our relationship.  It seems I
haven't reached that point yet, no matter how much I try to convince myself
that I am."
   My heartbroken sister finally looked up at me.  I wiped away the last
tears from her damp cheeks.  "Ashley, when you said you were trying to let
your friends know the truth, I panicked.  I shouldn't have, considering how
much they already know, but I did out of fear.  Things have been going so
well between us that I was afraid of what might happen when things are out
of our...  out of my control.  Why risk so much if we didn't have to?  I
was content with things just the way they were; secrecy isn't so terrible,
I figured.  But now I understand I was only delaying the inevitable.  If
we're to ever go beyond what we have, then I can't keep holding us back.  I
can't keep holding our future back."
   "It feels like we're going in circles."
   "Because we have been.  But no more of that.  From now on, the only
direction we're going is forward." Kissing her forehead, I hugged my sister
with all the affection I could muster.
   It wasn't enough to prevent me from sighing wearily.  "I'm the worst
hypocrite in the world.  Earlier this week I said we could be open about
our relationship.  Tonight I was accusing you of ruining it by being open."
   "You were telling me what I wanted to hear before.  Now you're being
honest with your feelings."
   "Am I really?  I don't know what I should be feeling anymore.  I could
just be telling you what you want to hear again, and tomorrow I'll take it
all back in another stupid fight."
   "Then we'll fight," Ashley calmly said, knowing this wouldn't be our
last.  "We'll be angry and sad and say things we wish we never said.  Then
we'll make up and move on, knowing we learned another valuable lesson. 
It's all part of being in a real relationship."
   "Sounds like we're going in circles again."
   "It's a detour.  Life's funny that way.  We'll never know what it'll
throw at us."
   "Yet you're not scared of that uncertainty."
   She scoffed.  "I'm terrified of uncertainty, but knowing you'll be with
me to face it gives me the courage to go forward."
   "No wonder I'm so afraid of the future.  You're hogging all my courage
for yourself."
   A soft laugh warmed my heart.  "I'll save some courage for you next
time." Ashley sniffed, moving her cheek from my tear-stained shirt.  "Oh
no, I'm so sorry, Brian."
   "Stop that, you don't have anything to apologize for."
   "Yes I do.  I got make-up all over your new shirt."
   "Do you honestly think I care about that?"
   "But my make-up has to be a mess.  I must look like a clown right now."
   She couldn't be further from the truth.  "You look like the most
beautiful girl I've ever seen." To prove it to her, I gave her the longest,
deepest tongue-filled kiss.
   I didn't know how long we stayed in each other's arms, and I didn't care
either.  The public park was our very own private kingdom.  Give Ashley a
golden crown and she would have all she needed to be a queen.
   Although I didn't have a crown on hand to give her, I did have something
that came close.  I pulled out a thin chain from a pocket concealed within
my jacket.  "Ash, can you turn around?"
   She pouted while doing so.  It was always a good sign when she pouted.
"See, I do look like a clown.  That's why you don't want to look at me
and...  oh my...  Brian, it's beautiful.  Is this--"
   "Don't move yet.  I still need to tie this on." I fiddled with the metal
clasp behind her neck.  "And there, all set."
   Ashley spun around, showing me the gold heart between her fingers. 
"Brian, is this real?"
   "I hope so.  Otherwise the jeweler who sold me this gold necklace
scammed me out of my life's savings."
   "I mean I'm not dreaming, am I?  This necklace is really for me?"
   "Of course it's for you.  I can't imagine you wearing anything that
doesn't match your golden little head.  You like it, right?"
   "It's the best gift anyone has ever gotten for me."
   My dad had said there are three ways to win a woman's heart: flowers,
chocolate, and jewelry.  Since I didn't know which was the fastest, I went
with all three.  He also advised me not to splurge on the first date, but I
thought Ashley and I had gone beyond that stage.
   "Let's go home," she said, leaving the heart to dangle in the middle of
her neckline.
   "Aren't you still having fun here?"
   "I'm serious, Brian.  Take me home." Standing on her toes, Ashley
whispered into my ear, "I'm ready."
   "You mean..." She nodded.  "You really mean it?" Smiling, she nodded
again.
   My happiness level was off the charts.  I almost tossed my sister into
the air because of how quickly I lifted her off the ground.  I twirled on
my feet like a spinning top, going around and around until she cordially
asked, "Aren't you ready to go home?"
   I lowered her feet onto the grass.  "Ashley?"
   "Yeah, Brian?"
   "I'll race you to the car."
   Nothing like the sparks of passion to get the heart pumping.  The two of
us had never been fueled with so much adrenaline.  Our bikes topped speeds
reserved for dragsters as the tranquil scenery became a blur.  Ashley
out-pedaled me from start to finish, and hustled into the car first.
   Ashley caught me sending out a text message from my phone.  Leaning over
the gearshift onto my shoulder, she nibbled on my earlobe.  "Who are you
texting?"
   "Lilly to come get her bikes.  I was supposed to do this secretly but
since you figured it out, there's no point in--"
   She hotly kissed me on the lips.  "I don't need an explanation.  Just
go."
   Had there been a police car on the road, I would have gotten a speeding
ticket from how fast I was blazing through the neighborhood.  The police
would be hard-pressed to get me to pull over, however.  As far as I was
concerned, the law didn't apply to a guy who was about to make love to his
sister.
   I jammed the brakes in front of our driveway, the car coming to a
screeching halt.  Ashley and I busted out of the vehicle and into the empty
house, our lips inseparable.
   I trapped her against the hallway wall, savagely kissing her neck. 
"Yours or mine?"
   Ashley pulled me from her neck and wetly kissed my mouth.  "Your room. I
want to freshen up and change into something more comfortable first."
   That was fine with me.  Considering how excited we were, if we didn't
take a small break to calm down, we would have rutted right there on the
hallway floor.
   While Ashley was making herself comfortable in her room, I was making my
room comfortable for the both of us.  I lay sprawled on my bed, shoes off
and tie loosened, when a seductive voice beckoned me back up.  I
half-gasped and half-groaned at the vision of beauty standing at my door.
   The scantily-clad vixen, who had mysteriously replaced my lovely baby
sister, came into my room wearing purple platform heels and a gauzy, maroon
silk robe.  The long, flowery tail draped the ground on which she passed,
from the entrance to my bed.  She pulled up the faux fur collar and
performed a balletic spin to show off her exorbitant gown, dark lace bra,
and incredible figure.
   Ashley--or I thought it was Ashley--placed her hands on her bare midriff
just above her matching panties.  "Do I really need to ask?" She sure
sounded like my Ashley.  After I shook my head no, she looked around my
room and then back to me.  "This is unbelievable.  You really went all out
with the romantic decor."
   Scented candles for a soft orange glow, sultry jazz music to set the
mood, and a bed of roses to romanticize my bed.  What's unbelievable was me
setting up my room without burning anything.  Our parent's unexpected
announcement that they wouldn't be home left me unprepared for the
occasion. I had to work faster than Superman to do a fraction of what I
wanted to do with all the supplies.  "This is your special night.  I want
you to enjoy it."
   The temptress smiled and sat on my left knee.  The smell of lilac
couldn't mask the unmistakable scent of my sweet sister.  "This isn't just
my special night.  This is our special night.  You better not forget that."
Yep, she was my sister all right.
   "But no music," she firmly stated.  "If I get carried away with the
vocals, I don't want any background music to accompany it."
   It was a simple request, one that I quickly dealt with.  I motioned her
up from my leg so I could turn off the stereo using a nearby remote. 
"Anything else I can do to make tonight any more special?"
   Ashley crawled to the head of the bed and rolled onto her back, her robe
spread beneath her.  "You can help me out of this underwear for starters."
   I was on my stomach and between her legs in a blink of an eye. 
Giggling, she said, "Slow down.  We have a long night ahead of us.  I don't
want you to tire out in the middle of it."
   She was right.  The night was young and there would be plenty of time to
make our first a memorable experience.  Putting my excitement in line, I
remembered a very important precaution.  I scrambled off the bed, grabbed a
box from my bedside cabinet, and scrambled back to my rightful position at
her panties.
   Ashley gave me a funny look as I opened the lid.  "What is that?"
   I flashed her the box.  "Protection." Also known as condoms.  As I tried
to tear a plastic wrapper open, she sat up with her hand out to me.
   "Here, give me that." She more or less snatched the condom from me. 
"Give me the box too." I did.  Ashley placed the lone condom back in the
container, then threw it at the corner of my room.  The box bounced off the
wall and into a trash can.  "If those are still there when I wake up, you
are never getting inside my panties again."
   "You want to do this without any...  are you sure?"
   "I've never been more sure of anything.  I want to feel you, and only
you, inside of me.  Besides, we're still clothed so that thing won't do us
any good."
   If my penis could jump for joy, it would have done so at that moment. 
After trying on a condom that afternoon as a sort of practice run, I
developed a quick dislike to the artificial feeling.  Ashley's desire to do
this naturally suited me just fine.
   Hoping to reset the romantic mood, I lifted her legs up and lay under
them on my stomach, my face inches from her panties.  I breathed in deeply,
filling my lungs with her arousing scent.  As if it was more valuable than
air itself, I nuzzled my nose into her lace-covered pussy and inhaled.
   Intoxicated by her pungent essence, I bit down on the top of her
panties. I grinned up at her elated expression as I slowly peeled the fine
material from her hot center.  No matter how big my panty fetish gets, I
would always be more obsessed with my sister's private treats.  Her pussy
definitely looked more enticing since I knew I'd be sampling it shortly,
with more than just my mouth.
   I balled up her panties and kept them close to my nose.  The lingering
smell would have been a pleasant source of dreams for any man.  "Put this
scent in a bottle and you'd make millions."
   "Uh-unh," she protested.  "I don't want any other guy to have that part
of me.  My lust is only for you."
   I smiled sweetly and stashed the underwear in my back pocket.  It would
take more than almost being found out by my mother to stop my
panty-stealing ways.
   Ashley opened up her folds as my head bowed down to her pussy.  So many
times have I seen it up close, so many times have I been captivated by the
color.  I nimbly extended my tongue and licked the pink flesh.
   "Oooh, that's the spot," she lengthily purred.  "Show me what you can
with that marvelous tongue of yours."
   My tongue and I were more than happy to oblige.  Hooking the back of her
legs, I pushed them toward her chest, giving my tongue more room to savor
her femininity.  I licked on and around her pussy, not venturing inside the
way her rampant gasps begged me to.  I looked up to her delightful face,
watching her reaction.
   Ashley watched me watching her, like a staring contest we used to play
as kids when we were bored.  Except neither of us were bored, and neither
of us cared who blinked or laughed first.  Though if we did, the game would
have ended with a tie as we both smiled together.
   Seeing that smile, I couldn't put my sister through any more teasing.  I
probed her inner flesh with my tongue and closed my mouth over her clit. 
Straight and to the point, I sucked on the pearl, almost forgetting why I
was giving her oral for the hundredth time that week.  She needed to be wet
and ready for me to take her virginity, and for her to take mine.
   Before Ashley could orgasm from my grand worshipping, she panted,
"Brian, make love to me.  I'm ready for you."
   I eased her legs down from her chest.  "I'm ready too."
   We were about to do I wanted to for years, ever since I first learned
what sex was about.  We had been close to crossing that line more times
than I could count, and now I had her permission to do what I once believed
was impossible.  I would consummate my love with my sister.
   Ashley had brought about all of my firsts.  My first kiss, my first
attempt at cunnilingus, my first time doing anal, and everything else in
between.  There was one first left for me, and it would be the ultimate
form of our union.  The responsibility of making it magical fell upon my
shoulders.
   I dutifully sat up and began taking off my clothes.
   "Wait, I want to do that," she said, gesturing me closer.  I straddled
her chest, my arms at my sides.
   Her hands moved meticulously over my attire.  My bowtie was undone and
slung off to the side; my shirt was unbuttoned and shed onto the floor; my
pants were unbuckled, unzipped, and thrown with my boxers toward my desk.
My naked penis pointed to the stars, ready for what we were about to do
next.
   I returned to her inviting pussy.  "You are really good at taking off
clothes.  That had to be some kind of speed record."
   "I could have slowed down if you wanted me to."
   I held my penis and gently rubbed it along her slit.  My sister trembled
at the contact.  "This is where I slow down."
   There were some things in life I had consistently wondered about in my
dreams.  Big things like career choice and the kind of girl I would call my
soul mate.  Although smaller scale in relevance, the way I would lose my
virginity engrossed just as much dream time, whether it'd be gradual,
sensual, and emotionally connecting, or fast, dirty, and emotionless.
   As I pushed forward past her labia, I knew how I wanted this to be done.
Ashley was my soul mate and there was only one way to properly do this. 
Pushing further, the head of my penis strained into her vagina.  Her walls
expanded minutely to accept it.  The heat and moisture enveloping me was
nothing but indescribable pleasure.  Going deeper into her cavern, her
muscles contracted mightily around my member.
   "You are so tight," I groaned.  It felt as if I couldn't push any
deeper, even though I was just halfway inside of her.  "I thought this
would be easy since...  you know."
   Ashley giggled at my naivety.  It must have been easy to giggle when the
pressure wasn't on her to perform.  "Just because my hymen broke doesn't
mean I've been playing with shampoo bottles and flashlights every night.  I
still want to save myself for you.  Take your time.  I want you all the way
in before you pull out."
   "Does it hurt?"
   "It's a little uncomfortable...  but it's starting to feel good.  I'm
getting used to your size.  If my butt can handle it, then so can my
pussy."
   "Okay, if you say so.  Let's try this again." I held her hips and pushed
harder into her passageway.  Either she had loosened up or I was getting
stronger, but I went deeper, deeper, and deeper still, until I felt my
shaft, down to the base, coated in her secretions.  I looked down at the
most phenomenal sight I would every lay eyes on.  My penis was rooted in
her womanhood.  Our bodies were united as lovers.
   "I...  I did it, Ash.  I'm all the way inside of you."
   "I know, and it feels wonderful.  You were so careful and gentle.  It
was better than I could have possibly imagined.  Come down and hold me,
Brian.  Stay in me, for a while longer."
   Nodding, I reclined and felt her hands meet at the back of my neck.  Our
bodies pressed together, the heat emanating from us capable of melting a
glacier.  I scooped my arms beneath her shoulders and kissed her
cherry-flavored lips.
   Her lips opened and closed as my tongue delved into her mouth, the same
way her pussy opened and closed around my penis.  Despite our lack of
movement, her contractions were more pleasurable than any of our prior
acts. Her virgin pussy was wetter than her mouth, tighter than her anus,
and warmer than her compassionate heart.  The first insertion was
everything I had dreamt it would be, and then some.
   Ashley caressed my shoulders.  I pulled my lips away and waited for her
approval to take things further.
   "Now," she whispered, "now.  Make love to me.  Make this a night I will
never forget."
   I lifted my hips.  "Don't whisper.  There is no one but us right now. 
Yell like we're the last two people in the universe.  I'll even go first."
As I thrust into her pussy, I yelled aloud, "I, Brian Stafford, am in love
with my sister.  I will make love to her, take her to places she could only
dream of, and no one can do a damn thing to stop me."
   Ashley smiled, and started to laugh as if she didn't have a single a
care in the world.  "Did you hit your head while I was gone?  What has
gotten over you?"
   Admiring her majestic smile, I withdrew my hips a short distance, only
to push back into her.  "You, Ashley.  You made me this way.  It was a
mistake to hide what we have.  Nothing could be more beautiful than two
people in love.  I swear to show you, everyday for the rest of our lives,
how much I truly love you."
   She closed her eyes as I continually entered her pussy.  Her back curved
off the bed as her smile disappeared beneath a grimace.  She inhaled
through her teeth, exhaled through open lips.  Worried that I may have
gotten carried away, I slowed my penetrations.  It was then that her smile
returned wider than before, and her eyes opened to reveal tears.  Ashley
held my cheeks between her hands as she yelled her tired lungs out, "I love
my brother so much.  Almost as much as I love his dick inside of me.  He
makes me feel so unbelievably good."
   Laughing and fighting back my tears all at once, I attempted to wipe
away the teardrop on her cheek.  "You're crying again."
   My sister blocked my hand with a single finger.  "I'm crying because I'm
so happy.  I've wanted to do this for so long, and now we're finally alone,
making love.  Two weeks ago, we were nothing more than brother and sister.
To touch you like this," she placed her hands on my chest, "was crossing
the line.  But now look at us.  We're connected as one, just the way we
should be." Staring down at our union, Ashley giddily laughed.  "Keep
going, Brian.  Oh god, please keep going."
   Enamored by her laughter, and entranced by the sight of my manhood in
her pussy, I moved my hips at a deliberate pace.  I wanted to relish the
hot, slick sensation, to make it last an eternity.  It definitely felt as
if it took an eternity for us to arrive at that point.  In the past two
weeks we had encountered the toughest trials of our young lives, but our
love persevered and came out stronger than ever.  That night Ashley and I
were to reap the rewards of our tears, and inflame a passion that couldn't
have been possible without each other's undying devotion and respect.
   Ashley's smile weakened as I increased my pace.  She held my shoulders
and moaned my name over and over, stopping only to let out the occasional
gasp.  There were no pet names involved, no dirty talk, no crude treatment.
Why act out a fantasy when our greatest fantasy was being fulfilled at that
very moment.  We were making love in its purest form.  Two people joined
together in body and spirit.
   I had previously thought of sex as instinctual, almost mechanical.  It
was the job of the male to move his hips forward and back, or up and down,
in the hopes he'd give his female mate wondrous sensations.  I couldn't
have been more wrong.  Not a single thrust into Ashley's warm pussy felt
the same as the one before it.  Her inner walls gripped my cock like a
velvet glove, squeezing and tugging on the foreskin, massaging every inch.
   Soon my thrusts became as varied as her contractions.  Short, rapid
pokes; long, deep plunges; wide, circular arcs of my hips.  I tried every
combination I could think of to elicit the most whimpers from her lips. 
All of them were met with gratifying success.
   I lightly pulled down the front of her bra.  Ashley's breasts bounced
freely in accord with my penetrations.  I learned that I could control
their motions by merely adjusting my strength and speed.  If I wanted them
to bounce like gelatin, all I had to do was give her a few hard, steady
stabs.  If I wanted them to be motionless, then tender, loving taps were
the way to go.  There was so much to enjoy about her body that it'd take a
lifetime of sex to experience them all.
   I lightly groped her breasts.  "They feel bigger."
   She held my hands against her.  "That's because you made me a woman
tonight."
   Ashley was already pure woman.  A lovely and sexy woman who just
happened to be my baby sister.  No matter how much I may be reminded of the
little girl I'd grown up with, I couldn't see her as just a sibling
anymore. She had become everything I wanted and needed in a girl.  A
sincere sister, a caring friend, and an extraordinary lover.  What was more
amazing was she felt the same way about me.  Her sensual body language and
cries of pleasure made it as clear as day to see.
   I perched down to her lithe frame and took a nipple into my mouth.  She
tasted of pure woman, that's for sure.  Though I was doing most of the
work, her skin had the slight flavor of sweat.  I roamed her subtle curves
with my tongue, hopping from one hilly peak to another.
   With my mouth, hands, and cock all active on and in her body, it was
difficult not to overindulge.  Friends and TV had led me to believe first
times were supposed to be awkward, clumsy.  This wasn't any of those.  I
was an expert when it came to anything Ashley.  She felt so good, so right.
There was nothing I could do wrong in bed.  My motions came automatically,
spurred only by the love I have for my sister.
   Her fingers slowly drifted from my shoulders to my lower back, then
lower to my buttocks.  I pushed myself up onto my hands and bucked into her
with renewed vigor.
   "Oh fuck," she gasped, "you're really getting into this."
   "Do you want me to slow down?"
   Ashley encircled her legs around my waist.  "You better not."
   I slammed into her with a sharp thrust, pushing her up the bed.  She
cursed quietly as my tempo revved up.  The first signs of release were
coming at me full-throttle.
   "Ashley, I'm almost there," I warned.
   She moaned endlessly, her lips stuck in an "o".  Her eyes closed shut as
she held me tighter in her arms and legs, making it harder for me to pull
back.  It was as if she wanted me to finish inside of her.  I didn't know
if it was safe to or if she was aware of what I said, but I couldn't do it.
Not unless I was absolutely positive she wanted me to.
   I warned Ashley again of my imminent release.  Her only reaction was to
squeeze me tighter.  My brain was telling me to stop before it was too
late, my body was telling me to enjoy the ride.  Just when I thought all
the tough choices had been made, here was another thrown my way.
   Ashley grinded herself against me, her pussy lips stretched around the
base of my cock.  The remarkable friction lit sparks between us, set her
body off in a vivid tremor.  Ashley pulled me onto my elbows, moaning into
my ear as her body writhed and jerked beneath me.  She rode her orgasm to a
tremendous peak, one I would soon join her at.  Her skin became flushed as
waves of bliss coursed through her veins.  The pleasurable effects were
felt inside her narrowing pussy and along my shaft.
   Watching Ashley shudder in ecstasy filled me with a monumental sense of
pride.  Sex felt fantastic.  Knowing I satisfied my partner felt more so.
That feeling was enough to have me one second away from release.
   Her climax made her weak and I was able to free myself of her limbs in
time to extract my member.  With merely a couple of strokes, I spurted jets
of thick sperm onto her navel.  Two days without an orgasm had allowed me
to store a large amount.  It showed in how much of her pink skin from her
belly to her breasts became covered in white.  I waved my penis up and
down, flicking the final drops onto her pussy lips.  A little to my
surprise, I didn't soften one bit.
   Having calmed down from her orgasmic high, Ashley stared intently at the
pool of semen on her skin.  Her belly pulsed in tune with her heavy
breaths, causing the thick fluid to stream down to her already-drenched
pussy.  She traced a forefinger from her slit to her stomach.  "I almost
forgot how much you cum." Licking her finger, she added, "And I almost
forgot how good your cum tastes."
   Unable to do anything but lay down, I settled onto a pillow beside my
darling sister.  "That was pretty fun."
   "You can say that again." She paused to feed another dollop into her
mouth.  "So this is what I've been missing out on all these years."
   Assuming she meant the sex and not my sperm, I kidded, "How do you think
I feel?  You just lost your virginity two years younger than I did."
   Ashley snuggled against me.  The cum on her stomach rubbed onto my side.
"I thank you for waiting for me.  It was worth it, wasn't it?"
   "Yeah, it was.  And if I could do it all over again, I wouldn't change a
thing."
   She got onto her knees and took off her low-hanging bra.  "There is one
thing I would have changed."
   "What would that be?"
   "I'll show you." Holding my cock, she lifted herself over my stomach,
the tail of her robe curtaining my legs, and lowered her pussy onto the
head.
   I groaned as her warmth re-enveloped my shaft.  "Maybe we should take a
breather before we start again."
   "You can take a breather.  I'm ready for more."
   Less than two minutes had passed since our orgasms and I was already
inside of my sister again.  I really did need a breather but I'd be a fool
not to take advantage of her eagerness.  She had shown me plenty of times
how insatiable her sex drive was.  Best thing to do in my situation was to
lay back, enjoy, and thank the greater powers for bestowing me with such a
passionate woman.
   Ashley wasn't fully energized for what it took to bounce on my cock, and
for a while she sat with her cushiony butt on my groin.  Leaning forward
with her hands on my chest, she looked down at where our bodies met.  "The
first cock in my pussy belongs to my brother," she passively whispered. 
"I'm on my brother's cock."
   "Ash, are you okay?"
   Her hazel eyes darted to my face.  "Better than okay.  I just need to
hear myself confirm what's going on.  You're my brother, Brian.  You're my
one and only brother."
   "I have been since you were born."
   She rose halfway up my penis, her weight focused on her hands.  "Tell me
you love me."
   As I secured her waist in my hands, I exclaimed, "I love you, Ashley.  I
love you so, so much."
   She dropped onto my lap, her pussy engulfing my entire girth.  "Tell me
it again.  Tell me you love me until you don't love me anymore."
   It was impossible for me to stop loving her.  She knew it was, and that
was why she knew I would never stop telling her.  I echoed those three
magical words over and over as she rose and fell on my lap.  "I love you,
sis.  God, I love you so damn much.  I've loved you since the day I became
a brother, and every day I love you more and more."
   "And I love you." Once was enough for her.  Energized by my ardor, she
moved vertically along my length, her pussy sliding with nary a hint of
resistance.
   I massaged her buttocks in my palms, moving my hands with her body as
she hovered above my pole.  Ashley had done an amazing job in meeting my
thrusts when I was mounting her.  Now that she was in the dominant
position, she was able to show me what she could really do with a hot
pussy. Each plunge caught me by surprise in how quickly, sensually, softly,
or roughly she landed on me.  I knew what to expect when I was the one
handling the insertions, but with Ashley taking over that role, I could
only absorb whatever mind-blowing pleasure her pussy gave me.  By no means
was that a complaint.  She could use me for whatever sexual gratification
she desired, so long as it felt even half as good as it felt then.
   Ashley tired herself out after a long string of squats.  Lying forward
on my chest, she gripped on my shoulders while she rode me horizontally
instead of vertically.  Her pointy nipples scratched my pectorals as I
pulled her up by the butt, helping her along my shaft.  I would use any
excuse to get my hands on her round tushie.  Eyeing her slender neck so
close to my lips, I tenderly kissed her peachy skin.  Once or twice I
tasted gold around her neck.
   Ashley lifted herself up from my chest, just enough to flash a smile and
press our mouths together.  Her chute stopped sliding along my shaft as she
reminded me how good of a kisser she was.  There was plenty of passion in
our lip-lock to keep it romantic, and a bit of sloppiness to make it extra
exciting.
   Taking over the role of giver, which is as good as receiver when it came
to sex, I bounced my butt off the bed, drilling her fleshy tunnel.  Ashley
cooed exuberantly, happy that one of us remembered we were still connected
through our genitals.  I pumped my cock into her incredible pussy, screwing
her like a horny teenage boy who just lost his virginity to the hottest
girl to ever grace this planet.
   Ashley muttered, "I think I'm ready to take over again."
   I sure as heck wasn't.  I wanted to keep the feel of her warm breasts
against me while I slammed into her pussy.  But, there was no rule that
said I couldn't do the latter while she played cowgirl on top of me. 
Studying her pace, I tried to buck my hips to meet her downfalls.  It
wasn't long until I found a rhythm where we drifted away from each other
simultaneously and crashed together with the momentum of both our bodies.
   Ashley grabbed my hands from her butt and placed them over her nipples.
I impulsively rolled the pink nubs around in my palms.  It was a simple
substitute for the lack of breasts against my chest.
   "Your breasts are incredible, Ash.  They're so high up your chest, like
you're always proud and ready to show them off."
   "I am proud of them.  Soft.  Perky.  Symmetrical." She grinned at the
last description.  "It's not only the size that matters but how it looks
and feels compared to everything else."
   "Does that apply to me too?"
   "Don't you worry, mister.  You have the size, looks, and feel to drive
any girl crazy."
   I smiled coyly, losing focus of my thrusts.  Lying still, I let Ashley
continue to grind against my pelvis in all sorts of orgasm-inducing ways.
She drooped her shoulders back, put her hands on my knees, and further
jutted her tits out for my hands to grope.  Her whimpers and gasps got
higher pitched as one climax after another claimed her flushed body.
   Instead of her orgasms exhausting her, they made her bounce atop me with
more gusto.  My bed and frame, much like Ashley's, were pretty resilient,
but the frenzied speed at which she rode me caused the bed springs to
squeak.  Even the creaking metal frame sounded like it was taking a harsh
pounding.
   The noises of our sexual escapades incited me to squeeze her breasts. 
Ashley was taking me out on one bumpy ride and I needed something to hold
onto.  I brushed my thumbs over her pointy tips and mashed her orbs
together, creating a dark valley of cleavage between them.
   "Pinch my nipples," she panted heavily, "don't just play with them. 
Pinch them, twist them.  You know you want to."
   I clamped my thumbs and forefingers onto her eraser-sized stubs.  With
the way her body undulated on my cock, I didn't need to move my hands to
stretch her nipples from her swells.  I only had to hold onto them and
listen to her squeal in delirious rapture.
   This went on for the next ten heavenly minutes.  I was blown away by all
the things Ashley did to me.  My favorite part had to be when she fully
impaled herself and swiveled around my pole.  The way I touched every inch
of her pussy raised the pleasure to insurmountable heights.  Legend has it
there's a spot hidden within the vagina that is capable to turning a girl
into a quivering pile of jello.  My cock must have pushed that button
countless times because her cum surged from her canal like she had an
ocean's depth of it.  Her orgasm had me on the brink of unleashing my
torrent along with hers.
   "I'm about to cum," I rasped.
   She worked her hips up and down my column.
   "Ash, did you hear me?" Her hair bounced over her face as she nodded.  I
closed my eyes, trying to hold the pressure long enough for her to climb
off.  "I'm going to cum inside of you if you don't stop."
   "I know," she said softly.  "That's why I'm not going to stop."
   My eyes shot open.  Her hair tickled my face as she leaned down.  Her
body and lips swamped me in warm affection, shutting off my feeble protest
to have her rethink this.  My sister had often submitted to her lust
before, and had always been aware of what was happening.  I subconsciously
crossed my fingers and prayed she understood the consequence of what I was
about to do.
   "Here it comes," I groaned.
   Ashley dropped onto my crotch, burying me completely inside of her. 
"Just let it go," she soothed, "there is nothing holding you back."
   There was nothing that could hold me back; I was well beyond the point
of no return.  My cock throbbed prematurely as I discharged a heavy load
into my sister, the first that ever entered her womb.  I felt light-headed
from the fantastic rush of release.  It was the most powerful orgasm I ever
had, and it happened while I was balls deep inside of my sister.  And it
was because I was inside of my sister that my orgasm was so powerful.
   Ashley rotated her hips, milking me for any leftover drops.  We were a
sticky mess of carnal desires.  Our bodies were glued together by the cum
between us, our limbs wrapped around each other in an unrecognizable
tangle. Her tongue probed my mouth through the rest of my orgasm.  Ashley
waited for my piston to run out of steam before climbing off.  She pulled
me to my side with her so her lips wouldn't stray from mine.
   It was too late to ask but I felt I had to at least get out in the open.
I parted from her kiss.  "Ashley, were you sure you wanted me to cum inside
of you?
   "God yes," she nearly shouted.  "I wanted you to the first time but I
couldn't find my voice to tell you to leave it in.  Now that I was on top,
I wasn't going to let you pull out again."
   "Aren't you worried about--"
   "It's okay; I'm safe," she quickly replied.  "You can cum inside me all
you want."
   My heart did flip-flops out of my chest.  I didn't know what she meant
by safe, but if she was sure about this, then so was I.
   Ashley looked down at my member, which was finally showing signs of
fatigue.  It wilted against my thigh, slick and pasted with our combined
fluids.  She gave my cock a few shakes before wiping the tip with her
thumb. It instantly pulsed to life.  Though still a shell of its former
hardened state, its thickness rapidly filled her hand.
   "Making you hard is as easy as turning on a light switch."
   "Flip the switch too much and the light bulb might burn out."
   Ashley nodded understandingly and released my organ.  "Okay, I could use
a break too."
   I wasn't in need of a break anymore.  I just wanted time to play with
her gorgeous body in that sexy gown of hers.  It was something worn by
high-paying lingerie models, not a teenager fresh out of high school, and
it gave my sister an extra sense of provocative maturity.
   I crawled over the layer of roses to her feet.  Raising her left foot up
to my chest, I bore my thumbs into her smooth heel.  Her toes curled
inward; her muscles tightened.
   "Relax, Ashley.  A break won't do you any good if you're this tense."
   Her toes uncurled as my thumbs traveled up her sole.  "Aren't we
supposed to have the foreplay before we have sex?"
   Doing things out of order had been a common practice for us.  I hummed
"mm-hmm" while lifting her foot up to eye level.  Even the bottom of her
foot looked sexy to me.  I swept my tongue from base to top.
   Ashley shuddered in ticklish glee.  "Do that again."
   I did, slower this time.  She was giggling when I reached the middle of
her foot, writhing when I reached the end of her toes.  I trailed butterfly
kisses back down to her heel.
   "You're easier to turn on than I am," I teased.  Ashley mumbled
something I couldn't quite make out beneath her deep breath.
   Surprisingly, the surface of her foot tasted a lot more pleasant than I
would have expected after riding a bike.  A little salty, a little earthy,
but pleasant enough that, if Ashley wanted me to, I would unquestionably
worship her feet rather than just worship at them.
   As my tongue danced along her sole, I felt something push against my
erection.  I glanced down to see it pinned against my thigh by her other
foot.  I raised her foot up by the ankle and held both of her feet
together. My goal was to play with Ashley, not the other way around, and I
intended to carry through with it.
   Opening wide, I sucked as many of her toes as I could fit into my mouth.
The bright look on her face was priceless.  She wore a toothy smile,
exhilarated that I discovered a new spot to please her with.  Her eyes,
made sexier by the dark mascara and eye shadow, were transfixed on my
tongue flittering over her toes.
   I swapped from foot to foot, randomly sucking and licking at what I
could get my mouth on.  My sister's mirthful smile was enough encouragement
to continue my idolatry.  Her feet were getting drenched and I felt my warm
saliva trickle down to where I was holding them.  I popped her toes out of
my mouth and languidly drew zigzags across the curvy surfaces with my
slavering tongue.
   The effect I had on her was substantial.  Her head waved back and forth
on her pillow and her toes curled tight enough to crack a walnut.  She
brought a hand to her pussy and rubbed her cum-glazed clit.
   Stretching my left set of fingers out, I managed to support her thin
ankles in one hand.  I lowered my right hand to her butt and pushed my
middle finger into her puckered anus.
   Ashley groaned harshly, the triple stimulation on her pussy, ass, and
feet an overload on her senses.  I had planned to only massage her feet,
but as with many things that happened that week, one thing quickly led to
another.  Now she had two more of her erogenous zones under assault.
   I flicked my tongue over the tips of her toes and swirled my finger
within her butt.  When it came to satisfying my sister, multitasking was a
very important skill to have.  The straightforward and the ordinary weren't
going to satisfy her the way she needed to be.
   "This feels so good," she purred.  "A girl could get used to this."
   I wedged my ring finger into her butt right next to my middle with
hardly any resistance.  The difference in tightness--or I should I say
looseness--compared to the first time she had two fingers inside her ass
was palpable.  "How about this?"
   "It's good too," she faintly said, losing touch with reality.
   "And this?" I slid my forefinger into her pussy.
   Her spastic reaction answered the question for me.  Her feet flailed out
of my hand as her hips bucked to welcome my thrusts.  The pink, flesh folds
around my finger sucked me in as her sultry cries accompanied her quick
orgasm.  She rubbed her clit furiously, ushering greater pleasures, as I
intensified the sensation by ramming my fingers through both holes.
   Ashley took a long time to calm down after she gushed a cup full onto my
hand.  Some of my cum had also been squirted out from deep inside her.  Its
thick consistency contrasted noticeably with her clear, watery juices. 
Thinking she would like to taste our mingled cum, I lay at her side and
brought my slick hand to her mouth.  She licked at the creamy mixture.
   Ashley must have thought it was proper etiquette to feed me in return,
so she brought her slick hand to my mouth.  Since she accepted my gesture,
I couldn't refuse hers.  I closed my mouth around her fingers.  A
combination of sweetness and saltiness tinged my taste buds.
   "Everything we do together, we share," she stated.
   My tongue traced each finger.  "I can live with that." We alternated in
licking each other's hands until they were clean of all but our saliva.
   After that unique taste test I was rearing to go for another round.  I
squeezed my penis to confirm its hardness.  On a scale of one through ten
it was easily an eleven.  But what should have been a break for Ashley had
turned out to be an energy-draining climax.  I was afraid any earnest
activity would sap away the rest of her strength.
   Deciding to resume the foreplay, I stroked her inner thigh, careful not
to brush her over-sensitized clit.  She placed a loving hand behind my
neck, cosseting me closer.  I zealously kissed her open lips.
   "You are one good lover, Brian."
   "I do try my best," I smiled.  "Are you getting tired?  We can do
something less strenuous.  Play checkers, eat rocky road ice cream, watch a
porno."
   "Maybe later.  I think my pussy is good for one more.  I know you are,"
she remarked in reference to my erection.  "It looks a little sticky
though."
   "That's what happens when its covered in cum."
   "It won't be sticky for much longer.  Bring your big boy up here and let
me take care of it."
   Ashley already had her hand on it as I got onto my knees and moved
beside her head.  Gripping the base, she jerked my penis a couple times
before licking the tip of the cum-droplet.  "Mmm, it's been awhile since I
had some straight from the tap." Her lips closed around the first couple
inches as she stroked and sucked.
   "Oh wow, that feels incredible," I mumbled, a pointless reminder of how
much I adored her oral talents.
   Ashley sucked on my rigid penis with long, soft moans.  I groaned as her
tongue massaged and fluttered around my shaft, reveling in the heated
sensations only her mouth was capable of giving.  She squeezed the base
harder, coaxing more of the cum that was pooling onto her tongue.  The
taste of her pussy juices on my cock heightened her enjoyment of giving
oral, as evidenced by her content moans, dreamy expression, and inability
to keep her hand off her clit.
   Ashley propped herself onto her side, making it easier to take me into
her mouth.  Her head rolled side to side as she gently caressed my cock
with her lips and tongue.  The head bumped against the roof and sides of
her mouth before finding its way into her throat.  I lurched forward,
desiring to fill a hole, any hole, with my cock.  Her hand on my shaft
prevented me from delving completely into her throat.
   I caught her eyes staring up at me, telling me I could fuck another hole
in just a little bit.  For now, she wanted to taste everything that had
been inside of her pussy.  I settled with a hands-off approach, keeping
mine behind my back.
   Depending on whose hands were being restricted, Ashley knew that
approach wasn't always the best for giving blowjobs.  She stopped rubbing
her clit to fondle my balls.  Her other hand was still jerking my shaft,
and combined with her mouth, I may not have the chance to fuck another hole
if this went on for much longer.
   As a girl who loves to have a pulsing dick ooze a bottomless supply of
semen into her mouth, Ashley showed no mercy on me and my "big boy." She
polished my cock and sucked on it like a possessed nymphomaniac.  She
slurped up my creamy delicacy and made sloppy squishing noises as she
stroked me closer to climax.
   My sister, bless her soul, wasn't as merciless as I originally thought.
She quickly released my cock before I could shoot off into her mouth.
   "Don't want this is to be over just yet," she said, having read my
pained expression.  "Help me up."
   I held her wet hands and pulled her upright.  Curiously, I watched her
grab my pillows and stack them atop one another, three in total.
   Ashley had big plans for us as usual.  She kept her back to me as she
slipped the fur collar from her shoulders.  Defying gravity's will, she
manually lowered the extravagant robe, reducing it into a pile of silk at
her rear.  My sister was completely bare as she lay forward on the feathery
tower, her butt in the air and her legs slightly apart.  Long, hard objects
such as my cock had easy entrance into her pussy, which was staining the
topmost pillow with the remnants of our mixed cum.
   Ashley looked over her shoulder at me.  "Come on, Brian.  Make love to
me, fast and hard."
   "Make love" and "fast and hard" didn't quite seem to fit together, but I
wasn't going to argue semantics when there's a pussy waiting to be filled.
I knee-walked up to my sister from behind and lined myself with her pink
hole.  She whimpered when I opted to rub the head against her nether lips.
   "Don't tease me," she pleaded.  "Put it in.  I want it, you want it. 
Make us both happy and just do it.  Do me, big brother.  Make love to your
little sister's pussy."
   Her oral talents weren't limited to what she could do with her tongue.
Vocally Ashley was somehow able to make her plea sound both romantic and
dirty, though my definition of romantic had surely been twisted out of the
norm.
   Keeping the head of my cock in her narrow slit, I reached over the
pillows and cupped her soft breasts.  I squeezed and fondled and lightly
pinched her excited nipples.  The round tip of my cock pulsated,
threatening my sister with the act of penetration.  Her body shuddered in
anticipation, wanting to feel me inside of her and satisfy her needs.  Her
nectar flowed freely, coating her hot cavity with slick warmth.  Despite
having had me enter her twice already, the thrill of sex had yet to
diminish.  Just as her body needed me most, I slowly pressed forward,
stretching her opening apart.
   "I'll never get tired of this feeling," Ashley delighted.
   Neither would I.  Her canal was still as tight as it was two thorough
lovemakings ago.  I advanced slowly into her seething center.  Her walls
yielded and conformed to my size.  Her pussy opened and spread around my
cock as it went in further.  Her wetness and my deeply-shot cum eased my
penetration.  There was no denying the immense luxury of her pussy as it
moved against my sensitive head, which swelled larger in response.
   "Ohhh yes," she groaned, reclining onto her elbows.  "That feels so
good. Is it okay for a girl to like it this way the most?"
   I paused with my steel member fully in her amazing pussy.  "I like it
this way a lot too.  Do you want me to go faster?"
   Ashley turned her head to me.  "Uh-huh.  Okay."
   My cock throbbed against her pulsing walls.  I retreated slightly and
quickly shoved forward, almost knocking Ashley off her skyscraper of
pillows.  I pulled her back to me with my hands as my hips pushed against
her body.  We stared into one another's eyes, connected in more ways than
one.  I leaned over her body, my hands flat on the bed by her elbows.  The
pillows squashed under our weight as I vehemently tongue-kissed my baby
sister.  One of her legs involuntarily curled up and kicked me from behind.
   She smiled warmly at me.  "Oops, twitch reaction."
   I smiled back as I repositioned myself upright, and withdrew my cock
until only the tip remained inside.  In one long stroke I speared her with
my entire length.  I shoved in as far as humanly possible, stretching the
flesh that covered my shaft.  We both groaned in unison at the pleasure
rippling through our bodies.  Her essence oozed from her pussy, coating my
cock and the supportive cushions beneath her.
   Ashley fell into rhythm with my consistent pumping motion.  Her hips
thrust back against me as I sawed in and out of her pussy.  Her eyes
fluttered from the intense waves cascading through her.  The excitement
between us rocketed to the stars as her aching pussy was filled and
refilled with cock, faster as the minutes passed.  Tiny beads of
perspiration glistened on her skin.
   A climax approached her quickly.  Her body sought release and I did what
I could to trigger it.  My hard insertions drove her down into the
mattress. My balls swung like pendulums against her pussy.  She grasped the
bed sheet tightly, pulling it from its corners.  Bones and veins bulged
from the back of her hand.  The closer she got, the faster I went.  Her
groans grew louder until she finally reached her zenith.
   Her body quivered and then tautened.  Ashley writhed in wonderful bliss
as her wavering voice announced a needed orgasm.  She shuddered in
uncontrollable spasms, the ecstasy too great to keep subdued.  Air was
taken from her lungs.  She gasped frantically for a chance to breathe.  Her
juices surged past my invading cock and wetted everything around her pussy.
   I waited for her shimmering body to quiet before resuming my rhythmic
motions.  I worked my erect cock through her snug tunnel, grunting as she
slowly returned my thrusts.  Her pussy was flooded with bodily fluids
produced from hours of sex.  More was on the way as my seed rapidly filled
my balls.  I grunted louder, fusing my animalistic passion with her groans.
The sounds of our intercourse couldn't overtake our voices.
   My sperm rose more urgently through my shaft the faster I slammed into
her.  Her slick, hot pussy embraced me lovingly, the ideal companion to my
engorged manhood.  I fought to hold myself back.  I wanted to treat my
sister to another climax, have our bodies give in to each other together.
More than anything I wanted her to know I would always be with her.
   Ashley's golden hair bounced and covered the left side of her face.  She
hid her right cheek in the blanket of roses, her rear elevated like a
mountain peak in comparison.  The position allowed me to plunge swiftly,
allowed her to be filled completely.  Her eyes closed but her moans
endured.
   "I love you," I whispered softly.
   She struggled to whisper back.  "I love you too."
   Her frame quivered vividly.  The walls of her tunnel tightened and
vibrated around my quickening cock.  Her orgasm triggered mine, and as she
relished the ecstasy running through her, my seed shot forth.  I shuddered
in euphoria as my cock pumped her pussy full of sperm.  Our cum surged in
opposite directions, mine delivered deep into her body, hers squirted
outward.
   Midway through release my hips stopped moving.  I fell forward onto my
sister, holding her securely in my arms as the last of my cum transferred
into her body.  Her lips found mine and we kissed with longing affection. I
shifted slightly to my side as to not pin her down, but lost my balance
atop the pillows.  My weakened cock slipped out of her pussy.  Ashley
moaned at the sudden emptiness.
   Air was hard for either of us to get enough of.  We were both panting in
delight and exhaustion from our incredible coupling and the satisfaction
that came with our orgasms.  I sucked on her lips and tongue, oblivious to
everything but my beautiful sister.
   "That was amazing," Ashley quietly said.  "I never dreamt of losing my
virginity like this."
   I brushed the hair away from her hazel eyes.  "How many times did you
cum?"
   "I don't have enough fingers and toes to count them all with."
   "What if I let you borrow my mine?"
   "Still won't be enough," she giggled.
   I kissed her again.  "Do we keep going?"
   Ashley thought about it for a moment.  "After mom and dad get home.  I
don't want to be in the middle of another round when they come a-knockin'."
   The smart idea earned her another kiss.
   She cradled her head in her arms.  "Go ahead and get dressed.  I'll
catch up with you in a bit."
   I tentatively got up from her side.  The candles had long since died out
and the only remaining light sources came from my lamp and the moon outside
my window.  The air was muggy with the smell of sex, and summer or not, my
room was the hottest it had ever been.
   I sat on the edge of my bed, looking at the clothes, lingerie, and rose
petals strewn about.  Whether my room was messy with junk or romantic
decor, it seemed the place was always in need of a clean-up.  Cleaning was
a small priority to what I really wanted to do, which was lay next to my
sister and hold her dearly for the rest of the night.  Since there was
little anyone could do to stop me, I started to crawl back to her and do
just that.  Instead, I froze in my tracks when I saw the lewd result of our
lovemaking.
   Ashley's pink goodies were still on full display, with thick, bubbly
fluids pouring out of her worn-out hole.  Our cum further stained the
topmost pillow, and like a waterfall, the thick fluid dripped down to the
middle pillow, then to the bottommost pillow, then once more to the bed.  I
stared in wide-eyed fascination at the cum-fall.
   Ashley slowly got onto her hands and looked over her shoulder at me. 
"You can stick it in there if you really want to go at it again.  But I
have to warn you, I might pass out in the middle of it."
   "No, it's okay.  I like your idea of waiting for mom and dad first." I
pulled her up to me from the feathery support, her butt pressed against my
crotch.  She tilted her head back, her mouth open, allowing me to kiss her
from behind.  I held her breasts in my palms as I savored her delicious
lips.
   Ashley gently pulled away.  "Let's watch a movie, in the living room."
   "Why not stay in here and watch it?  I don't want to get out of bed
after all of that."
   "Brian, please?"
   The hopeful shimmer in her eyes melted my resolve.  "Okay, I'll
microwave the popcorn, you clean yourself up.  Or should I clean you up and
you microwave the popcorn?"
   Ashley chose the former.
   I poured the bag of popcorn into a jumbo-sized bowl.  "What movie are we
watching?"
   Scooting over to make room for me on the couch, Ashley began flipping
through the channels.  "Whatever's on the premium channels.  I'm feeling
kind of lazy right now."
   An image of a green ogre with a talking donkey appeared on the large
plasma TV screen.  We came to a unanimous decision to watch the friendly
animated movie.
   I reached over my sister's arm to grab a handful of popcorn.  We were
laying on our right sides, me against the backrest and her against me.  It
was a familiar position from a couple weeks earlier.  She held the bowl of
popcorn to her stomach.
   "When do you think we'll be ready?" Ashley asked, turning down the TV
volume.
   I noisily chewed on my mouthful of the buttery snack.  "Shouldn't you
worry about getting your driver's license before your marriage license? 
Kids, too.  I'm not ready for any squirts running around calling me daddy
yet."
   "All that talk about our future during dinner got me thinking long-term.
It's so much fun to imagine our lives together."
   It's like a can of worms had been opened.  "Let's stay short-term for
now.  When do you think mom and dad are coming home?  It's past midnight."
   She razzed, "You're that eager to jump me again?"
   "A little.  Doesn't help that your ass is rubbing against my penis."
   "Maybe it's because of your penis that I'm rubbing my ass against it."
Ashley wiggled herself into my groin, something she had been doing
intermittently since we settled onto the couch.  "Take a guess at what I'm
wearing beneath my pajama pants."
   "Sheer white lace panties."
   Ashley looked at me surprisingly.  "How did you know that?  That's
exactly what I'm wearing."
   It was honestly a lucky guess.  I nonchalantly grabbed another small
handful of popcorn, pretending to have a secret method in determining her
underwear choice.
   She grumbled at my indifference.  "Fine, don't tell me."
   I chuckled softly.  "Are you mad at me?"
   "Very mad."
   "I'll make it up to you right now."
   "How?" she whined.
   I licked the back of her ear.  "By doing this." Then I nibbled lower to
the lobe.  "And by doing this." I finished with kisses from her cheek to
the corner of her mouth.  "And maybe some of this."
   Ashley turned her head to me, mewing as I properly kissed her lovely
lips.  She blindly placed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, giving my
hands ample room to slide beneath her clothes.  My right hand made its way
into her pants.  My left went up her purple t-shirt to her braless tits.
   "You just don't quit," she giggled.
   "A girl taught me if there's something I really want, I should never
give up on it."
   Ashley shimmied her pants partly down her thighs.  "Lucky for you, I
really want this too." Reaching behind her butt, and with a bit of
shuffling, she helped me slide down my shorts to my knees.  My erection
sprung free, and as if it could detect nearby pussy, rubbed the back of her
panties.  A short glance at her panty revealed it was a thong.
   I played with her clit through the lace, the material soaked from her
constantly juicing pussy.  Beneath her shirt, I groped and pulled on the
tips of her breasts.  My lips peppered her neck, chin, and cheek with
kisses, and in a game of keep-away, avoided her eager mouth.  She whimpered
disapprovingly at my dodging of her kisses.  Her body squirmed and
quivered, yearning for me to center on her needs.  I don't put myself on
the same level as my sister when it came to teasing, but it looked to me I
was doing a pretty good job.
   Ashley daringly said, "I hope mom and dad come home right now so they
can see what you're doing to their poor baby girl."
   "I'll tell them you seduced me," I taunted.  Which was true in a sense.
If she didn't look so damn fuckable all the time, maybe I could have
suppressed my urges.
   Ashley didn't have a verbal comeback for me, but my lapse in guard did
give her the opportunity to crush her lips against mine.  Her tongue snaked
into my mouth, searching for a partner.  I pushed back with my tongue, our
saliva swapping mouths.  I made a mental note of laying off the
extra-butter popcorn the next time we made out like this.
   I pried the front of her panties to the side and rubbed her smooth,
puffy labia from the bottom to her clit.  She was clearly ready for me, as
evidenced by how wet she was down there.  I lifted her left leg up as far
as I could with her pajamas bunched around her knees.  My cock pointed
ahead of us, brushing against her vulva.  I pushed my hips forward, and
without any hands to guide me, tried to fit the crown inside her pussy.
   I jabbed a couple of times but couldn't quite get it in due to my angle.
Ashley took care of that for me by grabbing my cock and steering it in.  I
penetrated her easily, but went slowly as to relish the feel of her
rippling vaginal muscles sucking and tugging on my shaft.  We both broke
our kiss to look down at my cock pumping in and out of her pussy for the
fourth time.
   The thought of my parents coming home any second was irrelevant.  All
that mattered to me was my sister and the fucking I was about to give her.
There were times in my past when I needed someone to talk to, be a friend
with; Ashley was always happy to be there for me.  But this wasn't one of
those times.  I just needed a pussy to screw and cum into.  Once again
Ashley was happy to be there for me.
   I rammed my cock into her chute and kneaded her supple tits.  Meanwhile
I resumed my kisses all over the side of her face, leaving no spot
untouched by my lips.  Her eyes were closed, her mouth agape.  Each thrust
into her pussy knocked out a little bit of air from her lungs.  Though my
vantage point didn't give the best view of her beautiful face, nor her sexy
young body, our bundled position felt vastly intimate.  Our bodies were
forced to stay together, lest we run out of space on the couch.  This
closeness had the added benefit of me being never being too far from her
round tits and her delicious lips.
   As natural as it felt to be enjoying my sister's hot pussy around my
member, it also felt strange pounding into her while listening to the
comedic voices of Mike Myers and Eddie Murphy.  I lowered her leg on top of
her other, which caused her tunnel to tighten considerably, and felt around
the couch for the remote.  After a few seconds of searching to no avail, I
reasoned it must have been on the floor.
   Ashley opened her eyes to me.  "What's wrong?  You're slowing down."
   I looked over her body to the ground.  "This movie is kind of boring."
   Mimicking me, she looked to where I was and picked up the remote. 
Instead of turning down the volume or the TV off, she changed it to a new
channel.  The screen went black, except for a small blue rectangle asking
for a password.
   I gasped again, this time in real surprise.  "What are you doing?"
   "You'll see." Ashley inputted four digits, which came out as asterisks
on the TV, and pressed "Enter".  There was a delay in results.  I thought
she might have put in the wrong password, but the sudden screaming that
came from the speakers, and the clear image of a young brunette being
impaled by a cock from below while another bore into her from behind,
convinced me that my sister knew exactly what she was doing.
   I was at a lost for words.  I knew that our satellite service had adult
channels playing softcore skin flicks, movies that show people having sex
without the genitalia, but this scene went way beyond that.  This was
actual hardcore porn.  The explicit, in your face, no holes barred, full
penetration, money shot porn.  And I was watching it with my baby sister
while I had my dick snug in her pussy, right there on the living room
couch.
   "Better?" she asked slyly.
   I pulled my hips back and slammed into her hard from behind.  "Heck
yeah," I said, starting with long, erratic stabs.  "How'd you know about
this channel?"
   Her speech was broken up by my cock driving into her hot quim.  "You've
never...  surfed past the...  Playboy channel?"
   I eased into a consistent rhythm, outpacing the two men onscreen.  "I
don't really watch TV out here unless it's with you, and we only have cable
in our rooms."
   She smiled impishly, her whole body trembling against me.  "Then you're
missing out.  I've had a lot of good times here on this couch when the
house was all mine."
   My sister, the porn addict.  Who would have guessed it.
   "It's not like I know the password anyway."
   "It's just dad's birth year," Ashley said, as if it was the most obvious
thing.  She watched the video for a bit, then looked back at me.  "Fuck my
pussy, Tiger.  Don't make me jealous.  I want what she's getting."
   It would be tough with only one cock compared to the two the starlet
had, but it was a challenge I was willing to tackle.  Growling into
Ashley's ear, I roughly squeezed her tit, diddled her clit, drilled my
stone pillar into her slick tunnel.  The added pressure around my shaft
from her legs being closed gave the illusion that her pussy hadn't been
violated for two hours straight.  What I lacked in number of cocks I made
up for with busy hands and the stamina of an entire football team.
   Ashley moaned and hissed, urging me to fuck her faster.  Her legs were
partly in my way, so I lifted them out in front of her, putting her feet on
the coffee table.  Knees bent, I pushed off the backrest for the extra bit
of leverage I needed to really plow through her velvety tunnel.
   Ashley writhed spastically in my arms, the tremors of an orgasm hitting
her delicate body.  "Fuck yes," she bawled, "fuck my pussy, fuck my cunt,
fuck your horny sister."
   "Turn up the volume," I whispered into her ear, fucking her right
through her explosion.  "I want to hear you scream louder than that slut on
TV."
   Ashley couldn't respond; she was completely in the zone of orgasmic
bliss.  There was nothing there but the pleasure created by the cock
plunging into her sluicing pussy and the hands roaming over her flushed
figure.  The heat radiating from her loins burned our bodies together, lit
a bonfire in her eyes.  I struggled to steal the remote from her hand, her
grip on it like a steel clamp.
   Her fluids squirted onto my thighs and ran down the couch.  My
persistent thrusts kept her pussy juicing, her nectar splashing my groin. I
tweaked the sensitive stubs on her chest and kissed her hard, doing little
to defuse her passionate cries.  She hooked an arm beneath her knees,
holding her legs up for me to ravage her pleasure pot.  Film the scene on
camera and it'd make the double penetration action on the TV look tame.
   Not that I was really watching it to compare our coupling to.  My days
of fantasizing were over with.  I had my dream girl laying right beside me,
kissing me back feverishly, loving everything I was doing to her.  Life was
good, and it got a whole lot better quick.
   "Bend me over the table," Ashley hoarsely whispered, her orgasm
subsiding.  "Fuck me from behind.  I want it doggy."
   I didn't waste a second doing what she wanted.  I bear-hugged my sister
tightly and stood up, lifting her with me, my cock still embedded in her
pussy.  She dropped forward, bracing her fall with her arms.  Together we
sunk to our knees on the carpet.  My hips began slapping into her ass
before she could move the popcorn bowl out of her way.
   Ashley's torso lay sprawled on the table, her arms out to the side, her
face pressed against the cool glass.  My powerful thrusts into her cunt
caused the table to rattle.  The vase containing her flowers, which we had
forgotten to take into her room, shook dangerously as if it was caught in
an earthquake.  I reached over and put them on safe ground, not missing a
beat with my rhythmic pounding.
   Over and over my cock pumped in and out of her hot canal.  My balls
drummed against her pussy lips as her ass jiggled with each thrust.  I
admired the spectacle, a first-person perspective of my own adult movie. 
Ashley turned her head, smiling lustfully, getting a very different
perspective of the steamy action.
   I held her slim waist firmly, her skin sticky with sweat.  My hands slid
up her hourglass figure, creeping beneath her shirt.  As they went higher,
the fabric rolled up her sides.  I cupped her tits, my hands squished
between her soft swells and the hard table.
   My hands stayed smothered for only a few seconds.  Ashley pushed herself
up, palms flat on the glass surface and arms straight.  Her back arched
sexily, the curve along her spine steep and deep.  I rolled her shirt up
another few inches, past her nipples.  Encasing her mounds in my hands, I
fondled and caressed to my heart's delight.
   I glanced above the TV.  The clock read twelve-thirty.  Time was running
out and my need to cum was still low, having came so much prior to our
living room romp.  There was a lull in the action as I raised Ashley off
her knees and propped her higher on the table.  I switched to a squatting
position and buried my cock down into her pussy, using every muscle in my
legs to fuck the daylights out of my sister.
   "Ohhh shit," she howled, "fuck me, Tiger, fuck my pussy.  Goddamn,
you're fucking me so good with that damn fucking cock."
   Ashley reclined onto her elbows, her head sagging and hair splayed over
the glass.  She screamed one ribald profanity after another, informing me
of what she wanted me to do, and what I was already doing to her tender
pussy.  I leaned over her back, my hands on the table beside hers.  I
withdrew my cock to the head, then urgently thrust forward into her
accepting pussy, each insertion giving her the full length of my shaft.
   "Take me back to the couch," Ashley crudely demanded, "I want to be
fucked like that."
   Damn it, right when I was hitting my stride.
   I bear-hugged her around the waist again, heaved her from the table, and
collapsed backwards onto the couch.  My sister landed on my lap and wrapped
her right arm around the back of my head, squeezing me against the side of
her breast.  I licked and tasted her sweaty flesh, slobbering like a rabid
dog over a fresh piece of meat.  Ashley pushed herself up, her back rubbing
against my chest, then plummeted onto me, piercing her overly fucked pussy
with my lance.  She rode me in reverse, a mirror image of the teenage
blonde skewered by a monster python on the TV.
   There was just one huge difference.  The movie duo were butt naked
whereas Ashley and I were still in our sleepwear.  Realizing that contrast
did wonders for my libido.  An hour ago we were embraced in sweet,
passionate, carnal sex.  Now we were recklessly fucking like we had
mastered the art of the quickie.  Flip down her shirt, pull up our pajama
pants, and, ignoring the telltale smell of sex, folks would be none the
wiser to the raunchiness that had taken place.
   Each buoyant bounce Ashley made on me forced us deeper into the sofa
cushions.  Trapped beneath her, I could only sit there suckling her breast,
my concentration free to enjoy the other aspects of her ravishing body.  I
swept my tongue along her salty skin, brushed my hands across her flat
stomach.  My fingers traced every stunning curve as I aimlessly passed over
them.  My cock absorbed the intense heat of the slick walls surrounding it.
   If I survived the brutal fucking Ashley was giving me, I would have the
bruises on my thighs to serve as my battle wounds.  Her ass was crashing
onto me so hard and loudly that I had to have abrasions.  I chewed on her
nipple in response, stretching it from her breast with my teeth.  The night
wasn't going to end with only one us feeling sore the next morning.
   "Ahhh, oooh god," Ashley sobbed, "you're going to bite off my nipple,
Tiger.  Oooh, oooh, you're going to...  going to...  ahhh fuck!"
   I succeeded in getting one of us to cum.  Her muscles tensed, her pussy
clamped around my shaft, and her headlock on me got stronger.  I stopped
feasting on her tit, allowing her orgasm to run its course.
   But I wasn't done with her yet.  Not one second after my screaming
banshee quieted down, I curled my arms beneath her legs and pulled her
knees to her chest.  I bounced my butt off the couch, jamming my cock up
into her slippery snatch.  I had full control again.
   "Fuck, you can go all night, can't you?" Ashley shakily panted.
   "I have a lot of lonely nights to make up for."
   "Let me make things easier for you." She placed her hands underneath her
knees and held them up for me.
   I like the way my sister thinks.  I lowered my hands down the back of
her creamy thighs to her butt.  I squeezed her round, bubbly ass and lifted
her up, her pussy suspended in midair and barely in contact with the helmet
of my pole.
   Ashley breathed heatedly into the side of my face.  "C'mon, Tiger. 
Stick it in me.  Fuck me with that big, fat cock of yours.  I want my big,
strong brother to fuck his little, baby sister.  We shouldn't be doing this
but that makes it so much hotter."
   I fought the temptation to impale my sibling right at that moment.  Her
smuttiness was an overwhelming aphrodisiac.  I wanted to hear just how
smutty she could get with a cock on the verge of pummeling her battered
pussy.
   "You're going to make me beg for it, aren't you?" she gleaned.  "You're
going to make me beg for my tiny cunt to be demolished by your hard prick.
You should be protecting me from perverted boys like yourself, not teasing
me until I beg to be fucked by one." Ashley shuddered, groaned, her
lewdness affecting her just as much as they were affecting me.  "You feel
my cum on your dick, don't you?  You feel my pussy juicing on it right now?
You're not even fucking me and my pussy can't stop juicing all over your
incredible cock."
   Ashley wiggled her body desperately.  Her coarse language wasn't getting
what she wanted from me.  She went with a different approach, her
coquettish, sweetheart ploy.  "Will you fuck me if I tell you how much I
love you?  'Cause I love you oh-so very much.  I love everything you do to
me and my fuckable little body.  And I'll love you even more if you--ahhh
fuuuck, just like that, Tiger!"
   The l-word did it for me.  I dropped her weight as I thrust my pelvis
up, my enlarged cock tearing through her red vaginal lips.  I heaved my
sister up from my lap and slammed back into her.  My butt ricocheted off
the couch as I humped her heavenly pussy.  God, it felt good to be fucking
again.
   "Ah shit, just like that," she yelped, thrashing her head side to side.
"I love you so much.  The feel of you deep inside me, the way you fill me
up.  Give me some of your loving, Tiger.  Keep loving that tight pussy with
your thick cock.  I want you to give me a big, hot load of love."
   My sister squeezed her legs together.  Her lithe body curled into the
fetal position.  The pressure around my cock increased enormously.  I
lifted her ass up, keeping her pussy suspended above my lunging cock.  I
had to move only my hips to drill her like an inverted jackhammer.
   Ashley's lechery was uncontainable.  "Oh, oh, you're fucking me so good.
You ready to cum yet, big boy?  Ready to pump your nasty sister full of
gooey spunk?  I want my big brother's sperm to be swimming inside me when I
sleep tonight.  Can you do that for me?  Do you love me enough to shoot
your hot jizz up my pussy?"
   Letting out a loud roar, I drove my cock to the hilt inside her slippery
tunnel.  I held Ashley steady on top of me as spurt after spurt of semen
erupted from my pulsating penis.  Her legs slowly spread open.  The
pressure created by her pussy decreased.  My cum began pouring out of her
canal and back down my shaft while I continued blowing off like Mt. 
Vesuvius.
   I couldn't believe how much "love" I had for my sister, and neither
could she.  "Oh my god, you really needed to cum, didn't you?  I can still
feel you throbbing inside me.  All that warm, brotherly cum filling me up."
   The aftershocks had my penis jumping but shooting blanks.  It actually
started to hurt from too much sex.  My member wilted pitifully as I settled
Ashley to my right.  Previously I couldn't understand how people could say
too much of a good thing was a bad thing, but it finally made sense to me
that night.  I had involuntarily practiced abstinence for twenty years, and
I may have to practice it again until my penis healed.
   Ashley had the cure to my problem.  She moved off the couch to her knees
and positioned herself between my legs.  Eyeing my glistening crotch, she
poked my sensitive penis.  Simply touching the area beneath the crown was
bothersome.
   "Careful with that," I cautioned.  "I think it's broken."
   She smiled pertly and bowed her head forward.  "Leave it to me.  I'll
make it better." Opening her mouth, Ashley gobbled up and sucked on my
sticky, mushy dick.  Her soft lips and tongue were the perfect treatment to
soothe my pains.  In no time at all, I was relaxed and down to earth from
my most recent orgasm.  She licked my penis clean of our bodily fluids, her
tongue making short trips up and down the shrunk length.  She planted the
occasional kiss to quicken the healing process.
   I spread my legs and hung my arms over the backrest.  "You really know
how to treat a guy like a king."
   Ashley swirled her tongue around the tip.  "This is the least I can do
after that royal fucking you gave me.  I'm really looking forward to the
next time."
   Next time.  Time.  What time was it?  I checked the clock.  Oh.  It's
only five minutes till one.  Five minutes...  five minutes...  crap, I only
had five minutes left!
   I jumped off the couch and lifted my sister up by the armpits.  "Ash, we
need to clean this place.  Fast." Tucking away my penis, I sprinted into
the kitchen.
   "Can you get me a glass of water while you're in there?" she yelled
after me.
   I hurried back into the living room with some paper towels and a cold
drink.  Ashley was sitting on the couch with her clothes adjusted and legs
crossed, still watching the porno.
   "Change the channel, will ya, sis?
   She took the glass from my hand while flipping to our original movie. 
Her eyes stayed on me as I tidied the living room of our indecency.  "If
you have this much energy after every time we have sex, maybe I can get you
to clean my room too."
   I placed the flowers on the table, dried the area where we rutted, and
fixed anything else I saw in disarray.  When all looked good, I flopped
onto the couch with a huge sigh.  The clock struck one.
   Ashley lay comfy on a square pillow on my lap.  "Any almonds left?"
   "I think so.  Try this one." I plucked a piece of chocolate from the tin
box that came with her bouquet and dropped it into her mouth.
   She chewed on the dark morsel.  "Mmm, I like dating.  Getting presents
is my favorite part."
   I tossed a bite-sized chunk into the air and caught it on my tongue. 
"Hard to top free chocolate."
   Some twenty minutes after my very, very late Spring cleaning, the front
door burst open.  Mom stumbled into the house ahead of dad, tripping on the
flat door sill.  Dad caught her quickly around her waist, and the both of
them started to laugh foolishly.  Looked to me like Ashley and I weren't
the only ones who had a good time.
   "Hey kids," dad greeted, helping mom find her balance.  "I didn't expect
to see the both of you waiting up for us this late."
   "And I didn't expect the both of you to come home so late," Ashley said
worryingly, thought I doubted she really was.  "It's way past one o'clock."
   "Brian didn't tell you?  I sent a message to his cell phone telling him
when we were coming home."
   Ashley frowned up at me.  "He didn't tell me anything about that."
   "I must have missed the message," I shrugged.  "I hadn't checked my
phone since I got home from my date."
   Mom wobbled around to the back of the couch.  "How did your date go?"
She sounded a lot less inebriated than she appeared.
   "Same ol' story," I replied casually.  "Took her out to a restaurant and
played at the park afterwards.  She's a really neat girl.  I'm hoping to
have a second date with her."
   "That's nice, dear," mom said monotonously, clearly distracted by
something else.  She leaned over the backrest and consequently my shoulder.
She touched the gold beacon around Ashley's neck.  "Sweetie, is that what I
think it is?"
   Ashley held the rich pendant in the middle of her palm.  "My date gave
me this necklace.  Isn't it pretty?"
   "Very pretty," mom admired.  "On my first date, all I got was a box of
melted chocolates and a stubbed toe.  This boy must be really sure he'd get
a second date with you to give you a gift like that."
   "Or maybe he gave her a gift like that so he'd be sure to get a second
date," dad jokingly said before surrendering to a deep yawn.  The gesture
was contagious and mom did the same.  They saw the colorful arrangement of
flowers on the table.
   Ashley noticed and told them, "My date gave me those, too.  Aren't they
absolutely beautiful?"
   Dad was impressed.  He asked if the flowers I had given my date were as
beautiful as the ones Ashley received.
   "It's hard to compete with a guy who can splurge on first dates.  I
prefer to win a girl's heart with a good time instead of fancy presents."
   Dad praised me while mom ridiculed me for starting to sound like dad. 
Since she married him, that couldn't have been a bad thing.
   Our parents bid us goodnight as the credits to our movie started to
scroll up the screen.  Once they were clear of our voices, Ashley asked,
"Did you know when they were coming home?"
   "I already said I missed the message.  You know, since we were in the
middle of losing our virginities."
   Ashley sprouted a dubious look.
   I smirked.  "Okay, maybe I did know.  I read the message while I was
microwaving the popcorn."
   She smirked back.  "So that's why you couldn't wait until after mom and
dad came home."
   "They could have came home early.  Weren't you worried about them
barging in on us?"
   "A little.  If it had been my idea to fuck like rabbits, I wouldn't have
done anything about it.  But since it was yours, I trust you to make sure
we'd be okay."
   Ashley slowly sat up as she rubbed the corner of her eyes.
   "Sleepy?"
   "Tonight has been a tiring night," she yawned.
   "Your bed?"
   Ashley agreed, and after taking a minute to clean up our mess, we were
soon beneath the blanket in her cool, airy room.
   I fluffed up a soft, feathery pillow.  "Are you going to wear your
necklace to sleep too?"
   Ashley couldn't stop fiddling with the pendant.  "Uh-huh.  I'm never
going to take this off.  Whenever I hang out with my friends or I'm busy
running an errand, this will always be around my neck to remind me of how
awesome my big brother is."
   "Just think of it as an early birthday present for an awesome little
sister."
   "My birthday is still a couple weeks away," she pointed out.
   I cuddled up with my lovely gal.  "What are your plans for it?  A crazy
night out with the girls before a crazy night with us?" Birthdays were
typically a two-day event in our household.  The day before the birthday
was for friends and family, while the actual birthday was reserved for
family.
   "I don't really have any plans.  My friends say they want to surprise me
but other than that my schedule is wide open."
   "I might be able to come up with a few surprises to fill your schedule
with." I gently kissed her neck as an early preview.
   "Surprises are getting a little old, to be honest," Ashley sincerely
confessed.  "Don't get me wrong, I love everything you did for me tonight,
but this time I'd like to know what's ahead of me."
   "Then how 'bout I let you pick the place for our next date."
   "Oh, I like that idea.  I'll be thinking about it all weekend."
   "Let's get some sleep first, okay?"
   Ashley nuzzled her cute nose into mine.  "Good night, big brother.  I
love you."
   "I love you, baby sis.  Sweet dreams."
   * * * Saturday * * *
   "This is it," Ashley determinedly said.  "If I can knock these last two
down, that'll be enough for the win.  Think I can do it, Brian?"
   "You haven't had any problems in these situations all night," I
reminded. "I know you can do it."
   She smiled warmly.  "All right, here I go.  Wish me luck."
   "Good luck," I said, watching her take her place on the shiny hardwood
floor.
   Ashley held up the pink twelve pound ball to her chest.  She breathed in
deeply, concentrating on the task at hand, ignoring the bustling noise of
the other people around us.  She began her approach, first with the left
foot, then the right, then once more with her left.  Meanwhile her right
arm swung back, high and mighty.  She stopped short of the black passing
line, her arm swinging forward.  The brightly colored ball flew out of her
hand and hit the floor.  It rolled down the lane, perilously close to the
edge, then curved back towards the middle, a little too much spin put on
it.
   But not enough to mess up her throw.  The pink wrecking ball of doom
collided with the pair of red-striped pins, blasting them into the deep,
black cave whence they came from.  Ashley jumped straight up and spun
around, triumphantly tossing her hands into the air.  She dashed to me and
jumped again, this time into my arms, and kissed me on the cheek.  I held
her for a brisk second before letting her go.
   Ashley tauntingly pointed her forefingers at the seats behind us.  "Ha,
take that.  And you said you were going to be undefeated tonight."
   Lillian was speechless.  She was completely unlike her talkative,
boastful self in the car ride over to the bowling center.  She had been so
sure of her prowess in knocking down pins that she couldn't stop talking
about how she was going to dominate us.  It would be understandable if she
lost the final game of the night, due to fatigue or the sort, but she lost
in the very first one.
   Natalia did the talking for her.  "That was a really close game.  If
Lilly didn't miss the spare in the eighth, you would have needed a strike
to win."
   Alyson teased, "Are you just saying that or could you actually calculate
her hypothetical score in that big brain of yours?"
   Natalia feigned injury.  "I don't know if should take that as a
compliment or an insult."
   The back and forth banter between them continued as I set up the order
for the next round.
   Ashley stood beside me stretching her arms out.  "I'm getting kind of
hungry.  Anyone want some nachos?"
   "Oh, oh, I do," Natty chimed, raising her hand like the straight-A
student in class.  "Get a large one, but no peppers.  Just cheese and beef
and tomatoes and--"
   "Basically everything but the peppers," Lillian finally said.  She had a
bowling ball in each hand, weighing them to see which would give her the
best chance of winning the next round.
   Ashley nodded, then went off in the direction of the snack stand.  She
disappeared behind a group of league bowlers in matching orange shirts.
   As I tinkered with the bowling computer machine, I felt the eerie
presence of three curious girls surrounding me.  I turned from the tiny
screen to see each of my sister's friends smiling and anticipating the
answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything else.  Or
simply...
   "How did last night go?" they synchronously asked.
   Wow, they must have rehearsed or something.
   I didn't know the safest way to answer the loaded question, so I stalled
for my sister's return.  The main reason I had agreed to spend another
night with her friends was to tell them one thing.  "Before I tell you
girls how last night went, I just want to say thanks again for your help."
   "You're welcome," they said together.  Any possibility of that also
being rehearsed was quickly rejected when they stared baffled at each
other.
   "What did you two do for him?" Lillian demanded to know.
   "Me?  What did you do?" Alyson retorted in defense.
   "Hold on, I wasn't the only one who gave Bry advice?" Natalia boldly
asked.
   Uh-oh.  Ashley had warned me of her friends' competitive spirit; I had
even seen it firsthand.  Somehow the trio had turned the kind act of giving
me advice into another crazy game of theirs.  The good news was they had
another motive for wanting to help me other than thinking my sister and I
were seriously dating.  The bad news was my sister was going to kill me for
making her friends angry.
   "Girls, girls, calm down," I mediated.  "Last night went great.  Ashley
and I had a lot of fun and it was because of each of you that it went as
great as it did.  It couldn't have been possible without all the help I'd
received."
   That seemed to have calmed them down some.  Either that or they were
just too good of friends to let something like this put a dent in their
unbreakable friendship.  They apologized for making a fuss out of nothing.
   Alyson slinked into the seat next to me, smiling the way Ashley does
when her intentions are less than pure.  "So when do we get our turns with
you?" she slyly asked.
   The other two friends gasped.  "Aly!" I would have gasped too if I
wasn't paralyzed all over.  That girl definitely knows how to shock.
   "What?  It's a serious question," Aly stated.
   "What's a serious question?" my sister's voice sounded.
   Aly immediately sprung up, making way for an oversized plate of cheesy,
beefy chips and a tray of sodas.  Ashley took her spot by my side and
plopped the fattening nachos and drinks onto a little table.  "Are you
going to tell me or is it just between you girls and my big brother?" she
goaded.
   "Just trying to have a little bit of fun," the rambunctious blonde said.
"Are you two going to do it again?"
   "Sure, I don't see why not," Ashley cheekily replied.  "He had a great
time; I had a great time; we both had a great time.  We ate at the coolest
fancy restaurant, rode bikes together at the park, and talked about things
we never talk about.  It was awesome.  We even got to play dress-up."
   The girls swooned in unison, looking like they would faint at any
second.
   They really needed to stop doing that.
   "Thirsty?" Ashley offered, presenting the cupholder tray to everyone.
   One by one each of her friends grabbed a plastic cup of soda.  Ashley
grabbed one for herself, but that left none for me.  "Sorry, Bry," she said
after taking a sip, "the tray only holds four cups and I only have two
hands to carry this stuff with.  But you can share with me." She poked her
straw into my mouth.
   I wasn't very thirsty but I drank from the lipstick-ringed tube anyway.
Her lips had been on it, after all, and that was reason enough for me.
   The second game got underway.  Lilly was up first and scored an
intimidating strike to, pun unintended, strike fear into the hearts of her
challengers.  Aly and Natty were shaken, though just scarcely.  They each
finished the frame with a spare.  Ashley was not one to falter in the face
of Goliath; she countered with a single swift blow that knocked down an
army of pins.  The belles were good.  Too good.
   Then came my turn.  Big profile sports weren't my forte, but when it
came to recreational sports, I was pretty good myself.  Chalk down a strike
for the only guy among a group of beauties.
   Ashley congratulated me by clumsily feeding me a tortilla chip piled
with toppings.  She giggled at the yellow streak smeared on my cheek.
   "Let me take care of that," she said, leaning onto my shoulder and
swiping a napkin across the mess.
   Mm-mmm, my sister sure smelled nice that night.  Forget about stinky
bowling shoes; the only scent coming from her was of lavender and roses. 
Out of the corner of my eyes, I spotted Lilly prepping for her turn and the
other two ladies conversing heedless of us.  I leaned in closer and pressed
my lips to Ashley's.
   "I can't wait until we get home," I whispered, moving in for another
kiss.
   She put a forefinger between our lips.  "Be good for a little longer,
okay?  There's no need to be hasty.  We have a long future ahead of us. 
Together."
   I love it when she says things like that.  "I love you, babe."
   "I love you too, Tiger."
   Lillian swept the floor with us, winning three games altogether.  She
went back to her boastful self on the drive home.  Alyson and Natalia got
off easy; I dropped them off first.  At the victor's house, Ashley and
Lilly tossed playful jabs in addition to goodbyes.  I waved the brunette
farewell and finished the trip home.
   My golden angel gingerly placed her hands on my shoulders, bracing
herself against my weight.  "Is this what we're going to do everyday from
now on?"
   I rotated my hips, grinding my sweaty pelvis against her smoldering
loins.  Her wetness couldn't put out the fire burning between us.  I
groaned, squinted my eyes shut, and discharged another batch of sweltering
cum into her belly.  Even as my cock softened, I kept it in her tunnel for
a few more moments.
   I slowly pulled out, mesmerized by the white goo trickling from her
pussy.  It was my second load in her that night, my third of the day. 
Ashley and I had managed to sneak in a real quickie right after lunch.  I
injected a fresh load into her from behind while she was washing the
dishes. Ashley wasn't wearing any panties beneath her skirt and I couldn't
help but slide my cock right in.
   Although I came inside of her pussy thrice that day, I came once more in
different but just as exquisite orifice.  As I was driving to Lillian's
house, the first of my stops, Ashley ducked her head below the steering
wheel and blew me on the way over.  The drive wasn't long enough for me to
cum before we reached Lilly's place, so I parked one house shy of her
driveway to luxuriate in the awesome blowjob my temptress was giving me.  I
spurted so hard into the back of her mouth she had to take her sultry lips
off my shooting cock.  Two jets of sperm coated her precious face before
she ducked back down to swallow the rest.  It took me a while to assure my
sister she didn't get any in her hair.
   I rested on top of Ashley, pulling her flowery blanket over our nude
bodies.  "Only as long as everyday is like today."
   She licked around my mouth, tasting her pussy juices on my face.  "Can
you, um, get off me for just a second?  I really need to take this out."
   I smiled.  "Okay, but just for a second."
   Laying beside her, I watched the sheets rustle down south.  Ashley cooed
sexily, and pulled from the cover the tiger-striped toy that had been
inside of her ass.  Instead of just black stripes, it had a lot of white
ones too.  Kinky girl that my sister is, she dipped the tube into her
sodden pussy and used the first deposit of cum as lubrication to stick it
into her anus.
   Ashley stood the thin bullet up on her bedstand and turned off the
lights.  "Doing anything important tomorrow?" she quietly asked, snuggling
into my chest.
   "Nope."
   Her fingers daintily caressed my arms.  "Good.  Neither am I."
   Our faces drew closer.  Our lips touched gently.  "Why am I not
surprised?"
   Ashley looked so beautiful with her prized blonde hair fanned over her
cheek, her winsome smile spread across her lips, and her trophy gold
necklace around her neck.  "Let's get some sleep.  If we we're going to
sleep together, we need to be up before mom and dad are."
   I touched her heart pendant carefully.  I didn't think she had taken it
off yet, not even when she showered.  Before we left for the bowling
center, she came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel, slippers, and
the wet piece of jewelry.  I knew the necklace was wet because I had a
close up look of the tiny water droplets on it when I kissed her in the
hallway.
   Ashley, to my then limited knowledge, had always worn underwear when
leaving from a shower, with the exceptions being the two times I took one
with her.  The change in our relationship had brought about a change in her
dressing habits.  I snuck a hand beneath the towel to see if it that also
included her shower attire.
   My fingers found her bare clit.  I played with her pleasure button right
there in the hallway.  Ashley squirmed between the wall and me, biting her
lower lip to suppress the high-pitched squeals she was making.  I felt so
naughty diddling my sister and kissing her face while my dad and youngest
sibling were watching TV in the living room, with mom in the kitchen
washing the dishes.
   Ashley couldn't handle my finger-play for long and lured me into her
room so I could finish the deed with my mouth.  She tasted so clean and
sweet.  The oral session almost convinced the temporarily satisfied minx to
cancel her plans with her friends.  I convinced her otherwise, and she told
me I could pick out her outfit since it was now my idea to go bowling.  I
dressed my doll in tight blue jeans and a really cute green halter top that
flared out around the waist.  I think the little stunt in the hallway and
my desire to show off my gal was the reason why she was so quick to return
the favor in the car.
   I kissed my baby girl on the forehead as she lay peacefully atop her
pillow.  I lost count of how many I gave her that day.  Kisses on her lips.
Kisses on her face.  Kisses on her breasts, tummy, pussy, legs, and butt. I
made a promise to myself to always kiss her at least one time more than the
day before.  It wouldn't take another summer for me to have to kiss her
nonstop to meet my quota.
   Ashley threaded her hand through my hair and beckoned me down to her
lips.  Hot air entered my mouth as our tongues met.  I felt like I could
melt under so much fiery passion.
   She quickly pulled away, but not discouragingly.  "You're hard again."
   My erection twitched against her pussy.  "We don't have to do anything."
   Fingers wrapped around my pole and guided the first inch into her steamy
box.  "We don't have to," Ashley seductively said, "but we sure as heck
want to."
   I lifted her leg up and pushed in the rest of my penis, then made love
to my sister until we came together.  Ashley hugged me dearly, and fell
asleep soundly in my arms.
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