                             Static Cling
                          by Project Leader


Sexual tension between a brother and sister overheats when she
decides to get revenge for a lusty dream.

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Copyright 2002 by Project Leader - All rights reserved. 
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Published with permission from the author by TYGER. 

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Keri realized she was dreaming when pubic hair started tickling her
nose.  Alarms rang through her head... She was dreaming she had a
mouthful of her brother's dick.

Astonishingly, the absurdity of her dream wasn't enough to wake the
sixteen-year-old.  Pulling away, she looked up to see her brother
Josh's blank stare looking down on her.  I have to say something,
something smart, she thought.  As she opened her mouth to make a
cutting jibe, powerful hands grasped the back of her head.  Her
brother's uncut member, shiny with saliva and pre-come, loomed in her
face and inched toward her frozen mouth.

That woke her up.  The sudden jump from her depraved dream world to
the reality of her yellow and white, pink and flannel existence
disoriented her.  A mix of emotions made a play for her attention and
it overwhelmed her.  'Oh my god, where the hell did that come from?'
she thought, wrapping her arms tightly around her chest.  She thought
of dreams as being connected to unconscious fears or desires.  But...

She wasn't worried about secretly being afraid or attracted to her
brother.  She was mad...Mad that he had the upper hand.  He had
turned her into a fuck-toy, and she had liked it.

When she was much younger, her mother had to explain why her dog
needed to be fixed.  "She's in heat," the blonde beauty explained to
her young daughter.  "She doesn't know what she's doing, she can't
help it."  A new fear was born in her, the fear that someday she too
would go into heat.  Someday she would be devoid of reason, just a
panting dog desperate for sexual satisfaction.

Even awake she could still almost feel pubic hair on her face and his
large hands gripping the back of her head.  She turned over and
buried her head in her pillows.  It was as if she could even smell
him.

She could smell him.  Wait a minute...

Her feminine psyche quickly whipped up a scenario: He must have been
whacking off in her bed!  The thought of him feverishly pounding his
pud surrounded by her stuffed animals rocked her imagination.
Chillingly, the intensity of his perversion in her fantasy was met by
a mysterious feeling of pride.  Her brain, already in overdrive from
her dreamy escapades, churned out pictures of her brother, overcome
with lust, going through her clothes, getting between her sheets, and
spankin' the monkey while deeply inhaling her scent.  She sat up, put
her knees together tight, and clutched them to her chest.

"That fucker!"

Hold on, she thought.  'Reality check' time.  That just isn't Josh,
she thought.  Guys like him?  Water polo team?  Dumb jock,
girlfriends, quiet, withdrawn...They aren't perverts.  Right?

He was cut from the same cloth that his sister was, a blonde-haired
blue-eyed perfect genetic specimen.  He had always been an athlete
without much to say, and the girls he went out with didn't have much
going on upstairs.  Their mother had left them abruptly and cruelly,
and her sudden exit from their lives had shaken him.

He never got too close to anyone or kept a girlfriend for very long.
He's just like dad, she thought coldly.  Distant.  Could that have
made him some kind of deviant?

To add to their distance, when Keri started developing physically,
she became painfully self-conscious around her brother.  Her mind
would play tricks on her.  She always thought he was looking at her
lustfully out of the corner of his eye.

A couple of years into her maturity, she realized that she actually
had the upper hand.  She discovered that she could always embarrass
the hell out of him by the slightest brush of her boobs against his
arm or by bending over in a provocative way.  She loved to look into
his eyes while doing it.  If she put an innocent look on her face and
flashed some leg it would always send him running.

She was lonely, and this was the best family interaction she could
hope for.

Still, she missed the old days when they were buddies.  He never
roughhoused or manhandled her like he did when they were kids.  She
felt like he thought he was going to break her, even though she was
made out of the same tough material she always was.

Her 'masturbating in my bed' scenario didn't seem plausible, but she
did still smell him.  But how?  Her bedding had been washed the
previous day by the housekeeper!

She inhaled through the pillow again.  That's when she had a brain
flash.  She pulled a pillowcase off a pillow and found one of her
brother's socks.  A dirty sock.

As she smelled it, a strange energy buzzed through her stomach.
Through some twist of fate it hadn't been washed and ended up stuck
to her laundry.  The dream was her mind playing tricks on her.

This solved the puzzle, but she wasn't relieved.  She was mad.  The
sinking feeling in her stomach and the stirring in her sex filled her
with embarrassment.  She was aroused.

                                - - -

Normally, an extra large t-shirt was adequate clothing for short
trips around the house in the morning.  A 'double-XL long' went down
to her knees.  Her father was a very early riser and was out the door
before she even thought about getting out of bed.  Her mother, of
course, had moved out and was living with her new boyfriend.  That
left her and her brother in the huge house alone all day, and she
knew she could handle him.

That is, any morning besides this one.  Keri tightly concealed
herself in a thick white bathrobe with a snug knot.  She left the
protection of her room with the dirty sock and one thought on her
mind: Josh was going to get it.

She charged down the hallway and threw open the door to his room.
She was hoping for a nude scramble or some kind of drama.  To her
frustration, her brother was still out cold.  He also sported a huge
boner sticking straight up under his sheets.  She clenched her teeth.
His tent-pole, along with the unselfconscious look on his face and
the hopeless mess his room was in...They mocked her.

Defeated, Keri quietly slinked over to his hamper to get rid of the
wayward sock.

The peculiar set of circumstances had a strange effect on her.  She
did something she never would have done otherwise.  She saw a dirty
t-shirt in the hamper and she picked it up with both hands.  Uncaring
that she would surely be hit with the powerful odor of a used gym
shirt, she deeply inhaled its scent.  It smelled gross and wonderful
at the same time.  The buzz in her chest got a powerful boost.

She was no virgin, but her limited sexual experience couldn't help
her identify the heavy-duty arousal that felt like lead in the pit of
her stomach and made her fingers and toes tingle.  An exciting
thought flashed into her head...She could steal the shirt for the
morning and smell it while masturbating!  She could even use the back
of her electric toothbrush to stimulate her clit (a little trick she
thought up in study hall but hadn't tried yet).  It would be the
dirtiest thing she had ever done, and it's perversion stoked her fire
even more.

"What are you doing?"

Keri audibly gasped.  She threw down the shirt and turned to her
brother in a single quick movement.  He was sitting up in bed,
looking at her with confusion.  His new position hid his erect member
but revealed his bare chest and fine blond chest hair.

She would never tell him in a million years, but his chest reminded
her of Robocop (a movie she hated).  She knew it was stupid, but the
link in her head was permanent.  It was as if, to her, he was cut out
of steel.

"Have you seen my, uh, towel?"  she asked.  "Rita mixed up the
laundry yesterday."  Keri held her breath, waiting for his reaction.

"No."

Feeling like she was swimming through corn syrup, Keri fought her way
to the door.  "Keep your eyes peeled for it."  Feeling deeply
embarrassed at her charging arousal, and now frustration, she
struggled to come up with a cutting jab.  "Nice morning-wood," she
said with a forced laugh on her way out the door.

                                - - -

For the first time she felt out of place when she returned to her
bedroom.  She was sixteen, but her room still had ample evidence of a
little girl's inhabitance.  Toys, Broadway posters, pink and lace
were everywhere.  She was young mentally, yet her taste in clothing
and make-up kept her equal in the eyes of her peers.

Her stomach was tied in a sailor's knot.  She eyed the door to make
sure it was locked and the window shade to ensure her privacy.  She
slowly removed her bathrobe and let it fall to the thick carpet.  She
looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

If Hitler wanted a prototype for his master race, Keri could make the
grade.  Her skin was perfect, a trait completely lost on the retarded
boys her age.  Bones and muscles somehow seemed to disappear under
her amazing skin.  Her breasts weren't very large, but they had the
voluptuous shape that women beg doctors for.  Her nipples and areole
were perfection, symmetrical, and they always managed to be pointing
in the right direction.  It was as if she had been crafted out of the
same material used for those rubber
'stretch-em-but-you-can't-break-em' toys her brother had in the past.

Keri looked herself in the eye.  This is lust, she thought.  He's
made me crazy, I don't like it.  Running her hands gently over her
smooth torso, she made a startling discovery.  Her arousal had turned
her crotch into a slimy mess and had gotten into the little pubic
hair she allowed herself.

Revenge, she thought.  I will have revenge.

                                - - -

All day she laughed to herself.  During P.E.  she giggled.  She
smirked as she jogged home from school.  She did aerobics in the
basement gym.  No one knew but her that she was wearing the same
underwear from the day before.  Before dinner, she went into the
downstairs bathroom to check things out.  She put a hand down her
pants and then to her nose.  Job well done, she laughed.  Her panties
were perfect.

She excused herself during dinner and snuck into her brother's room.
She removed the thoroughly used panties and hid them in her brother's
pillowcase, carefully positioning them where his face would be.  She
returned to the dinner table without underwear, the denim from her
jeans gently abusing her sensitive flesh.

Sweet dreams, she thought.

                                - - -

Josh was usually good for two or three goes at himself a day, even
when he had a girlfriend.  However, that night he hadn't touched
himself at all.  In fact, it had been days without any action.  It
was playing on his mind.  In addition to his dry spell, his sister
had paralyzed him that morning.  It was messing with his head.

Late that night he dreamt of a woman nursing a baby in a shopping
mall, her huge tits in plain view.  He partially awoke when the dream
woman screamed, "what are you looking at!"  and shoved a pacifier in
his mouth.  He dreamt of being a young child outdoors in a park,
watching naked pre-pubescent girls urinate onto the flowers with huge
smiles on their faces.

After hours of restless sleep, he was sucked into the darkest dream
of all.  It was a recreation of an event that haunted him every time
he thought about sex.

He dreamt about the time he was fifteen and his family was on
vacation in Montana.  It was raining ferociously.  Thunder shook the
small cabin they were staying in.  His parents had the only bedroom,
and the brother and sister were stuck in the living room with the
couch and a cot.

The storm raged through the night.  After a few hours of his sister
being brave, Josh heard quiet crying from her sleeping bag.  Even
though she was thirteen, she was terrified by the storm.

At that point in their lives Josh was still her buddy, play partner,
and best friend.  He offered her a spot with him on the couch.
Instead of bringing her own sleeping bag, she surprised him by
leaping into his.

This might have been a bad move, he thought.

He couldn't sleep.  The relief of having the protection of her big
brother made Keri uncharacteristically affectionate and she snuggled
against him.  She rested her head on his chest and made herself
comfortable.  Dread washed over Josh.  He realized he was moments
away from getting a hard-on, simply from pressure on the right spot.
Using the embarrassment of becoming erect in front of his sister
worked as a deterrent for an hour or so.  But in the end, all it took
was a slight shift of his sister's position to cause him to become
fully erect.

He hoped by some miracle his sister was asleep and didn't notice.  He
slowly opened his eyes.  Of course, no such luck.  His little sister
was staring right at him, a quizzical look on her face.  In
embarrassment and shame, he tried to get out of the sleeping bag.

His sister did another surprising thing.  She used her weight to pin
him down.  Josh was confused.  The two lay completely motionless.

Feeling pain from the odd angle, he cautiously moved his hips to ease
the pressure.  His sister, driven by unconscious programming, moved
her hips to meet his.  His penis brushed the vicinity of her clit
through her pajama bottoms, causing her to gasp.

As if being manipulated by evolutionary instruction, they slowly
began dry-humping in the sleeping bag, clutching each other tightly.
Her eyes met his.  Her innocence and his lust burned into each
other's memory.  With a shudder and sigh she began to gingerly kiss
his chest.  His hands gripped her buttocks.  The feeling of her
cheeks tightening through her cotton pajama bottoms gave him a sudden
rush.  He felt like the luckiest person in the world...Here was one
of the finest specimens of beauty and innocence on the planet and
she's with me, he thought.  She loves me.

Quick spasms and tingles in his feet told him he was out of time.  He
realized he was going to be a sticky mess, but he didn't care.  Keri
witnessed her brother's face as he experienced his climax.  He
stopped grinding.

For the third time she surprised her brother by reaching down into
her pajamas and finishing herself off right on top of him.  Her soft
moans and the serene look on her face were a large part of his
haunting memory of the encounter.

Both spent, they hugged each other tightly and slept through the
storm.

Josh woke up back in his bedroom.  My sister, he thought.  She has a
hold on me.  The excitement of reliving his past had turned his dick
into a railroad spike.  But thoughts of his sister, at all ages and
in all situations running around in his head, kept him from release.

                                - - -

It was Saturday, which usually meant no one in the family would lay
eyes on each other all day.  This Saturday however, Keri was tickled
by the thought of her brother being affected by her manipulation.
She wanted to see if she was able to screw with him the way he
screwed with her.  She waited in the media room, listening for his
tromp down the stairs to forage for food.

She expected a long wait, but he made a very early appearance for a
Saturday.  She noticed her nipples swell.  They were obvious under
her long t-shirt.  Good, she thought.  This ought to drive the fucker
nuts.

She pranced into the kitchen to join him, ready to let loose a
barrage of teasing and torment.  Josh sat down at the kitchen table
with a somber air about him.  "Keri, can I talk to you a minute?"

Keri smiled.  This was going to be good, she thought.  I'll bet fifty
bucks he's going to tell me I'm a woman now and I have to use more
shame around the house.  She smiled and sat next to him, arching her
back slightly.  "Sure, what's up?"

"I just want to say that I know I haven't been the nicest person or
the nicest brother to you, and I want to apologize and tell you that
you are the best person I know, and I love you."

His sister melted.  Without warning, she had tears in her eyes.

He continued.  "Dad never says he loves me or you, and I just want to
say that I do."

She brushed the tears from her eyes.  "Shut up, will ya?"  She said,
trying to sound chirpy.  "I'm making some eggs, you want some?"

                                - - -

After covering his entire plate with eggs, Keri excused herself and
dashed up to her brother's room.  Careful not to disturb his mess,
she grabbed the top pillow off his bed.  She reached in between the
pillow and pillowcase to fish out her underwear.  'Were they in this
one?' she asked herself.  She searched the other pillow.  Nothing.
Carefully, she pulled the pillowcases off and turned them inside out.
No panties.

Her mind racing, she bolted down the hallway and returned to her room
to regroup.

Josh was in her room, standing by her mirror.  He was holding her
panties.

"You were right.  Rita mixed up our laundry,"

All of the embarrassment, frustration, and arousal from the previous
morning rushed up from the bottom of Keri's feet to the top of her
head, lighting fires all the way.  Her stomach dropped like she was
freefalling.  Her breasts burned.  Her face flushed.

Keri was a flirt and a tease, but never before that moment in her
life had the dirtiest part of her brain been activated.  She had to
get the upper hand, and it wasn't just pride anymore.  It was her
feminine identity at stake.  The usual barriers between her brain and
her mouth disappeared.

"Are they clean?"  she asked.  Unconsciously, Josh put the panties to
his nose and inhaled.

Keri grinned like the Cheshire cat at the sight of her big brother
smelling her dirty panties.  Realizing too late what he had done,
Josh slowly put them on her dresser.

"Dirty."

She advanced on him.  "How can you tell?  What do they smell like?"

Josh made a move for the door, but his sister blocked his path and
slowly closed it.

"Do they smell like me?"

Her brother was suddenly aware that his erection was coming back.  He
quickly prayed to the same god that had ignored him before that his
sister wouldn't notice.  The smirk on her face told him, once again,
his prayers were ignored.

"Uh oh," she cooed with mock surprise.  She looked down and laughed
at the sight of his dick fighting to get out of his jeans.  "Why
don't you get me a glass of cold water and I'll get rid of that for
ya."

Anger.  Josh realized his sister was playing a game with him, the
same damn game she always played.  This time she had gone too far.
He wasn't going to let her win.

He looked her in the eyes.  "You get the water."

Whoa, this is a new wrinkle to their banter, Keri thought.  Fuck him,
let's see how far he goes.

Keri slinked into her bathroom and filled a glass of water.  "You
aren't going to run away, are you?"  she purred.  "I'd hate to think
of you running back to your room with my underthings to do god knows
what.  Before I know it you'll develop into a real perr-verr-ttt."

Holding the glass of water out in front of her like a weapon, his
younger sister approached him one step at a time.  She was younger,
smaller, crushingly feminine, and yet completely in control of her
brutish older brother.  He was at her mercy.

She spoke slowly, twisting the knife in his gut.  "Is this what you
wanted?  You want me to fix you?"

Josh did nothing.  He was not frozen by fear, but by the part of him
that was a pervert, that did like smelling his sister's dirty
panties, and that wanted to feel the flesh he had felt three years
earlier.  That part of him scared him as much as his sister did.

Keri was at the height of her game.  This was the most strung out she
had ever gotten a guy, let alone her brother!  No way was she going
to back down now.  But how long would it be before he dashed out the
door?

He wasn't doing anything, so she had to take the next step.  Giving
him plenty of opportunity to get away, she knelt in front of him.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of betraying her
nervousness, she moved slowly and deliberately.

Keri mustered her courage and unzipped his fly.  She reached into his
pants, past his boxer shorts, and pulled out his penis.  Josh sharply
inhaled as his sister delicately handled his flesh.  She chose this
moment to look up at him.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself.  You deserve this."  Keri
slowly poured the entire cup of cold water directly onto his penis.

Josh reflexively grabbed his sister's arms, making her drop the glass
on the wet carpet.  This caught her off guard; he hadn't handled her
roughly in years.  Since the trip to Montana...

His touch and the intensity of the situation summoned memories of the
sleeping bag encounter.  They charged to the surface of her psyche
and filled her head.  They weren't buried very deeply, they were just
hiding in the shadows.  She was suddenly thirteen again in her
brother's arms, thunderstorm raging outside.

Another remembered emotion hit her.  It was pride.  She was proud of
her brother's wet spot on his pajamas.  She had done that to him and
he couldn't help it.

His erection remained, despite the cold water attack.  "Your problem
hasn't gone away, big brother," she said.  Gently, she grasped his
shaft and again looked deeply into his eyes.  She was surprised by
how silky the skin on the penis felt, as if she always expected it to
be scaly.

"I don't want you to do that," he said.

"Why?"

"...Won't respect me."

She gently massaged his prick, tiny beads of pre-come pooling on the
foreskin.  "Aww, why won't I?"  she teased.

He struggled for the words, honestly afraid.  "How will you think
about me...if you see my face when I finish, or I, you know, with my
mouth on your chest, or look up at you when you stand over me?"

She stopped her lewd hand movement.  His fear moved her.  For the
first time she began to feel responsibility along with her power.
Her teasing, frustration, and arousal warmed her.  She answered in
the only way that wouldn't break his heart.

"Because I love you too."

With that his young, innocent sister, swallowed his cock.  She had
never attempted oral sex before.  She had always considered it
disgusting.  In this circumstance, she was overcome with lust and
took to him without shame.  The taste of his pre-come made her feel
dirty, and she gently pulled back his foreskin to get more of it.
She used both hands while sucking and swirled her tongue over his
flesh.  She gently cradled his balls.  Her primal side took over.
She felt alive in the role of the subservient one, the pleasure giver.

He couldn't control his gasps for breath.  Just like in her dream, he
gripped the back of her head with his big hands.  She felt like she
had never felt before: like a woman.

"I want you inside me," she hissed between breaths.

Josh looked down at his sister, sucking him so hard her cheeks
hollowed out.  "Stand up," he ordered.

He guided her up.  He held her shoulders and spun her around.  He
ground into her from behind.  His cock rode between her butt-cheeks
through the material of her shirt.  It filled her with fear.  She
realized that they were at the point of no return.  Even if she
wanted him to stop, she wasn't sure if he could.

"Are you going to fuck me for real?"  she asked.  Josh grabbed her
stomach and pulled her close, feeling her boobs through her shirt and
sucking her neck.  "Not like a sister," she growled.  "Like a woman?"

He pushed her down, bending her over her bed with her knees on the
carpet.  Instinctively she tried to escape, but his powerful grip
restrained her.  He lifted her t-shirt over her head in one quick
movement and pulled both of her arms behind her back.

"Do it, do it..."  she spat.

She was completely naked, exposed and at his mercy.  From the front
she was a young woman, bent over she was a thing to be fucked.  The
sudden movements made her ass and legs shake in a way that would
normally embarrass her.  Her brain on autopilot, she widened her
stance and raised her butt in the air to make herself available to
him.  With one hand he continued to hold her arms behind her back,
with the other hand he massaged her vagina.

Embarrassment overcame her when she realized how wet she was.  Damn
it, she thought.  I'm in heat, just like my mom said.

Josh was no expert, but he had plenty of girlfriends and knew how to
drive them wild.  His sister got the full treatment.

"Ohh, ohh..."  she couldn't control the sounds she was making.  Every
time his rough fingers touched her clit, her body stiffened and she
moaned.  She felt like a sexual puppet, out of control.

He then used his mouth on her.  Keri had never felt anything like it.
He tongued her anus.  He drenched her with hot saliva.  He licked
her relentlessly, up and down.  She started uncontrollably bucking
her hips and spitting through clenched teeth.  The last bit of her
civilized brain called out in panic: she was nothing more than an
animal.  She started crying.  She knew she had gone too far to stop
now.  The only way out was through.

He moved his head away from her ass and repositioned himself.  Oh my
god, she thought.  He's going to fuck me.  She started to move but
his strong hands grabbed her hips.  Panic lit through her.

He guided his penis into her.  She sucked in a long deep breath as he
pushed his way into her.

She had never felt a 'vaginal' orgasm before.  She had played with
herself many times with a twitch here and there.  But as she was
being entered from behind by her lust-crazy brother, she experienced
her first, full body, earth shattering, fireworks orgasm.  She
clutched her comforter uncontrollably.

"Oh my god, oh my god..."  she was babbling a mile a minute.  The
blonde athlete thrust into her, pulling her up off of the bed and
holding her tight.  She was a primal beast now, meeting his thrusts
without a will of her own.  She matched his desperate rhythm.  Her
muscles didn't know how to react to his pummeling, and every movement
sent off a new sensation.

His hands were at her breasts and clitoris.  Her ass cheeks shook
from the power behind his thrusts and her tits bobbed from the
aftershock.  She was then flattened by another wrenching, full body
orgasm.  She was sobbing now, the experience had completely
overwhelmed her.  Her sex was spasming and clenching out of her
control.

Her brother suddenly grabbed her and held her close as he hit his
inevitable peak.  His member twitched and all he could think about
was filling his sister with come, as high and as deep as he could go.
She felt him release inside of her.  As he bucked her harder and
higher, he made a noise she would never forget: It was a cry of
relief.

They panted, coming down from a high neither of them had ever
reached.  His erection subsided.  Both kneeling on the floor, Keri
turned and hugged her brother.  He shivered in her arms.

The result of their lovemaking was smeared all over their private
parts and comforter.  Despite the mess and her aversion to sticky
results, she hugged him tightly anyway.  It made her feel dirty.  It
made her feel like a woman.

                                - - -

They decided to cancel their Saturday plans and quietly recover at
home.  Her bed was big enough for both of them, and they hid from the
world under her pink comforter.  Their breathing had returned to
normal, and they held each other close.

Keri noticed that something was on his mind.  Her brother's face
looked troubled.

"What's wrong?"  she asked.

"Can I ask you something?"  he whispered.  "Please don't laugh."

She recognized real concern in his voice.  "Tell me, no way I'll
laugh."

"It's weird."

"Tell me."

He took a deep breath.  "When we're together, sometimes...Could I
please suck on your breasts and call you mom?"

Overcome with emotion, Keri cradled her brother's head.  She held it
at her breasts.  Tears in their eyes, he fell asleep sucking at her
nipple, her soft hands stroking his hair.  They were a family again.
