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 Title: Uncomplicated Ch.  01
Summary: An old secret brings a brother and sister close.
Keywords: inc,fic
   Molly stared at herself in the mirror, gently touching the mascara brush
to her eyelashes, putting on the finishing touches.  She was almost ready,
but still in her undies and wearing her fuzzy bathrobe.  Her straight
reddish-brown hair was looking pretty, splayed out across her robe, coming
down to about her breasts.  She heard her phone vibrate on the bathroom
counter and glanced down to see the message.
   She had a bad feeling about the timing of this text.  "Fuck!" she
exclaimed, reading the message.  "I can't believe you did this to me
again!" she said to the empty room.
   Dating Ryan for the last couple months had been an emotional
rollercoaster.  There were days when he was her best friend, and others
when he seemed to have better things to do than be with her.  Tonight was
apparently one of the latter.
   His excuse tonight was he was helping his roommate move some furniture.
Molly and Ryan had plans to go to a party at his friend's house.  Molly was
looking forward to it, mostly for what would probably happen after the
party, but now those plans were up in smoke.
   She grabbed a tissue and looked at the pretty face in the mirror.  She
dabbed the tears forming in the corner of her blue eyes, keeping the
mascara intact.  She couldn't figure out why Ryan was so hot and cold with
her.  She was pretty, just like her mom, although she knew she didn't have
the trimmest body.  But not all men like skinny girls, right?  A body like
hers was sexy in its own way.
   She shed her bathrobe, letting it drop to the floor while she watched
herself in the mirror.  Molly touched her D-cup breasts with both hands,
holding them up a little, where a bra would, accentuating her ample
cleavage.  She loved her breasts; they were her best feature besides her
face.  She always wished she could lose some of her tummy, but she was a
realist; her body wasn't meant to be flat.
   She was feeling especially sexy tonight, and was planning on wearing a
really cute black top that showed off her cleavage.  It also seemed to slim
her waist a little--just the kind of thing that made her most attractive.
She would have knocked Ryan's socks off, but it just wasn't going to
happen.
   This was the last straw as far as Molly was concerned.  She was done
with him.  She had her doubts about his given reason for cancelling their
date.  However, this resolution still didn't diminish her lustful mood. 
Watching herself in the mirror was just making it worse.
   She grabbed her phone and sent three words back to Ryan, "Don't call
again."
   Molly went to plan B and texted Tisha.  "Ryan stood me up again.  What
are you doing tonight?" she sent.
   "Sorry, sweetie.  You should dump his ass," was the reply.
   "Already did.  Anything going on?" she asked again.
   "Stuck at home watching my nephew," Tisha replied.
   Molly tossed her phone back on the counter with a sigh.  She stood there
for a moment, pondering what to do.  She had a feeling Ryan was lying about
helping his roommate.  She briefly considered crashing the party, catching
him in a lie.  But she was above that, and besides, what would it
accomplish?  Suddenly, she heard an explosion coming from the basement. 
She casually slipped her robe back on and walked downstairs.
   Molly got to the basement to find her brother, Chase sprawled out on the
sofa playing Call of Duty.  Their parents had finished the basement a few
years ago to make more room for the family to spread out in the house.  One
of the coolest things they did was install a home theater, complete with a
100-inch screen and booming surround sound system.  Molly enjoyed watching
movies down there, but Chase's favorite thing to do was play video games.
   Chase was a year younger than Molly, but more mature than most eighteen
year-old boys.  When Molly needed advice, whether it was what boys like
about girls, how to deal with backstabbing friends, or how to pass an
English test, Chase usually had a good answer.  She frequently chastised
him for being such a know-it-all, but she listened to him and trusted him.
   As siblings go, they were close.  Having no other brothers or sisters
and being born a year apart made them simultaneously love and hate each
other their entire lives.  They shared friends, had many classes together
in high school, and went through roughly the same adolescent period
together.  They knew each other's love interests, occasionally felt the
pain of the other's broken heart and dutifully relayed overheard gossip
about the other.  By the same token, they frequently had the little
household quibbles that siblings do, and maybe a little more than most,
whether it was little things like who gets the remote, to the time when
Chase wrecked Molly's car.  She still brought that one up on occasion.
   Gunfire sounds from the theater speakers could be heard in all
directions.  Molly sat down next to her brother and watched him frag a
sniper with a grenade.  Chase had just graduated from high school and was
enjoying his last summer before he started college.  He had worked a long
day at the pool and was enjoying his alone time.
   "I thought you had a date?" he inquired, seeing his older sister still
in her bathrobe.
   "Stood me up," Molly replied.  "He said he had to help his roommate move
stuff."
   Chase looked at her.  "Lame.  And I don't think that's what he's doing,
by the way."
   "What do you mean?" she asked, but had a hunch he was right.
   "You know he's been talking to Kara, right?"
   Molly's face went red.  She knew it.  She wasn't going to let it bother
her anymore and found the courage to blow it off.  "Yeah, I figured.  But
Kara talks to everybody.  I guess I was hoping it was nothing.  It doesn't
matter now; I dumped him."
   "Good.  He's a dog," Chase summed up.  "He wasn't into you for your
witty conversation."
   Molly had a flirtatious personality that readily attracted guys of all
sorts.  She seemed to be attracted to the ones that didn't appreciate much
else besides her curvy body.  She had gained a reputation as a slut in high
school because of it.  Chase had become aware of this a long time ago.  His
friends all lusted after her, and he knew that the guys she dated mostly
thought of her as a "fuck her and forget her" kind of girl.  He hated the
thought of his sister getting treated that way.  He knew she didn't deserve
her reputation; he knew her too well.  Chase always thought of Molly as
someone who needed loving attention.  As much as she was a total bitch to
live with sometimes, he still loved his sister.
   In a desperate act of kindness, Chase had once written an anonymous
letter to Molly in an effort to prop up her self-esteem.  He wrote it as a
secret admirer, someone who knew her personally.  The author of the letter
said he loved her for being a beautiful, kind-hearted person, who was
charming and funny, and deserved someone like him that would always treat
her they way she deserved.  It was full of sappy stuff that makes women
melt.  He also threw in some comments about her sexy body so she wouldn't
suspect her parents of faking the letter.  The funny thing was, he meant
everything he said; there were no lies in the letter.  He had debated on
whether or not to send it to her, and finally ended up mailing it to her
without a return address.
   Little did Chase know, Molly took the letter to heart, and had kept it
in her dresser, believing she would meet the guy who wrote it sooner or
later.  Every new date she was asked out on was potentially the guy with
the glass slipper.  Chase had long since forgotten about the letter, and
had never breathed a word of it to anyone, especially Molly.
   "Yeah, I know what Ryan wanted, but I was okay with that tonight.  Kind
of in the mood, you know?" she said wryly.
   "TMI, sis," Chase informed.  He looked at his sister again, this time
noticing that her bathrobe was loosely hanging open down to her belly
button, revealing the inside of her breasts.  Distracted, he got shot in
the head by a sniper.  He re-spawned, with his attention split between the
screen and Molly's exposed skin.  He immediately got killed again.
   "Do you suck at this game, or what?" Molly antagonized.
   "I'm a little distracted; tits don't belong on the battlefield," he
informed her.
   Molly pulled her robe closed.  "Are they that distracting?"
   "They're tits, aren't they?"
   "They're your sister's tits!" she pointed out.
   "Doesn't matter.  Especially when they're that big."
   Molly felt an odd excitement at hearing her brother make an observation
about her breasts.  She figured he had to look at her sometimes.  Why
wouldn't he?  He was after the same thing every other 18-year-old boy was.
She was in the mood and decided to inch the subject forward a little.
   "Do you think they're nice?" she asked.
   "Sure, if you're into chunky girls," Chase replied and braced for
impact.
   Molly grabbed a sofa pillow and took a full swing at Chase's head,
knocking him over as he laughed.
   "You should take anything you can get, you skinny little bean pole!" she
retorted.
   "I do," he admitted, still giggling.
   Chase actually found his sister attractive in weird sort of way.  It's
funny how sisters let their guard down around siblings, feeling little need
to be modest.  He enjoyed catching occasional glimpses of his sister in her
bra and panties, or sometimes even naked, whether it was a quick flash of
tits, or seeing her bare ass before she rounded a corner in the hall.  He
would relish those brief glimpses, which easily grew into masturbation
fantasies.  He didn't care it was his sister, he was just glad there was a
sexy young body in the house to look at sometimes.
   Molly was somewhat excited that Chase was distracted by her breasts. 
The thought of her possibly turning him on was having the same effect on
her.  She knew it was wrong thinking about her brother this way, but it
just seemed fun at the moment.
   She lay back on the sofa next to her brother and watched him play for
awhile.  His medium length dark brown hair was almost in his eyes, and came
down to about the middle of his ears.  Molly thought he could use a
haircut, but then again, maybe not.  He was looking kind of cute right now
with his hair all messy.  His bluish gray eyes were focused on the big
screen.
   Chase played on, but had his sister's body on his mind.  He kind of
liked her sitting close to him.  He had sprouted a semi-erection sitting
this close to a scantily dressed female.  He thought about trying to hide
it, but decided to let it go.
   Molly noticed the bulge in his pants and decided to have a little fun
with him.  She scooted closer so her hips were touching his.  His tent pole
grew.
   "So, how many times can you get killed?" she asked, pretending to care
about the game.
   "There's no limit," he said.  "It just looks bad at the end of the round
if you have a lot of deaths." He continued to play terribly.
   "You're gonna have a bad round," she stated.
   "You think?" he said sarcastically.  "I told you, sex and warfare don't
mix."
   "Who said anything about sex?" she asked incredulously.
   "Well, you're showing me your tits, and I wasn't in a state of mind to
ignore them."
   "You saying you're horny?" she asked with a smile.
   "I'm eighteen; I'm always horny."
   "You should really try and reign in your hormones.  It shows a lack of
self-control," she teased.
   "I can easily get them under control.  I just need a few minutes alone,"
he retorted.
   "Too bad, I'm not leaving you alone.  I've got nothing else to do
tonight," she declared.
   "Nothing better to do than tease your brother?" he asked, looking down
at her.  She was looking very pretty tonight.  Molly didn't normally wear
any makeup around the house, but tonight she was dolled up for a date, and
didn't look like her usual boring self.
   "That's right," she said, grabbing her robe and opening it up a little
more with a giggle.  She watched his eyes as she opened up the front just
enough to expose the pinkness of her right areola, and then closed it up
again.  His erection continued to grow taller.
   "Down, boy!" she exclaimed.  "Look at you!  You're like outta control
over there."
   "Bitch," he said, looking back at the screen.  He went on playing,
hiding is tenting shorts with the game controller.
   Molly never imagined this would be so much fun.  This teasing game was
making her a little wet in her panties.  She thought it was enjoyable that
she could get as turned on as Chase, but her body didn't reveal it as
readily as his did.  She wondered why she had never thought of doing this
before.
   Chase tried to keep playing and ignore his sister's cruel game, but he
was now completely distracted.  All he could think about was when he might
get a chance to masturbate tonight.  He would have done it right there on
the sofa if his sister would leave.
   Molly sometimes knew when he masturbated.  She could hear him in his
room.  She felt an alluring curiosity whenever she overheard him, and
always stopped to listen.  She liked to hear him breathe.  She liked the
swishing and thumping sounds the bed made while he did it.  She liked the
muffled groans he made at the end.  She wondered if he ever thought about
her in his fantasies.
   Molly lay back on the sofa with her head on the armrest.  "Do you really
think I'm chunky?" she asked.
   He didn't think she was chunky at all.  Curvy would be a better word. 
But he wasn't ready to just hand her over an obvious complement.  "Well,
you're not exactly skinny.  But maybe chunky is a bit harsh," he relented.
   "I bet Ryan thinks I'm fat.  He just kept me around for when he couldn't
find anything better," she lamented.
   "I told you, he's a dog--a user," Chase consoled.  "Anyway, a little
extra weight doesn't necessarily make you unattractive."
   "Do you think I'm attractive?  What I mean is, if I wasn't your sister,
would you find me sexy?"
   "It's hard to get past that whole sister thing," Chase reasoned.
   Molly didn't know why, but she felt like she needed her brother's
validation--maybe because he tended to date hot girls.  Perhaps it was
something else.
   Alone in the house, with the topic of sex front and center, Molly
decided to explore a little.  What was the harm?
   "Let me ask it another way.  If I wasn't your sister, what would you
want to do with me?" she quizzed.  Just asking the question was exciting!
   "You're asking me hypothetically?"
   "Yes, of course."
   Chase examined his sister for a moment.
   "Wait," she said.  "First, let me help you see me differently.  Clear
your mind," she instructed.  "Now close your eyes."
   "I don't trust you," he said, focused on the game.
   "Please, just do it," she implored.  She almost couldn't believe she was
going to do this.
   With a sigh, Chase quit the video game and reluctantly closed his eyes.
Molly jumped up from the sofa and removed her bathrobe.  She held it up in
front of her face, so that she was visible only from the neck down.  She
stood in front of him, wearing only her panties.
   "Okay, are you ready?  When you open your eyes, you will see a strange
woman standing in front of you, whom you've never met before," Molly
instructed.  "Now, open your eyes."
   Chase opened his eyes.  His smirk faded as his mouth slacked open. 
There was indeed a sexy half-naked woman standing before him, with
amazingly cute breasts, nicely shaped hips, and creamy smooth skin covering
the soft curves.  His eyes traced the outline of her boobs, down to her
slightly round tummy and out around the beautiful feminine shape of her
hips, slightly concealed by the thin strap of her panties.
   Molly waited for a reaction, not able to see her brother.  "Well?" she
asked, looking at the ceiling.  Chase was trying to form words.  She
lowered the robe to cover her front and looked at Chase.
   Making eye contact snapped Chase out of his stupor.  "Um, yeah.  I'd do
you," he said, coolly.  "If you weren't my sister, that is."
   Molly sat back down on the sofa, still draped in front by her bathrobe.
"You'd do me," she mocked.  "As if you could even have me."
   Chase's erection was once again clearly visible.  "What?  Do you think
you're out of my league?" he asked indignantly.  "I could have a girl like
you any time."
   "Right," she replied.  "And you'll convince yourself of that while
you're jerking off thinking about me."
   Chase smirked.  "You think you've got guys all figured out," he said. 
He knew she did.
   "Yep," Molly responded.  "Are you going to do it right after I leave you
alone?"
   "Probably," he said honestly.
   "Is it as good as sex?" she asked, genuinely wanting to know.
   "No.  Not really.  But the orgasms are usually just as good." Chase felt
a little flush speaking so frankly with his sister.
   The thought of Chase fantasizing about her was getting her hot.  The
warm moisture between her legs was growing.  With her robe still draped
over her, she casually reached down and secretly touched her vagina over
her panties.  She got an idea--a very naughty idea.  She mulled it over in
her mind, weighing the risk of freaking Chase out versus the excitement it
could provoke.  At last, she got the courage.
   "Show me," she said with lustful eyes.
   "Show you what?"
   "You know.  Show me how you...get your hormones under control.  You're
going to do it anyway, so why not let me watch?" she sounded perfectly
reasonable.
   "Because you're my sister, moron!  And besides, I've never done it in
front of anybody.  It's sort of a private thing, if you were unaware," he
chided.
   "I'll show you a little something while you do it.  C'mon it will be
fun." She let out a giggle.  "It'll be like live porn for you." She let the
robe drop down her chest a little, revealing some cleavage.
   The gears started to turn in Chase's head.  This sick and twisted idea
that his oddball sister had dreamed up just might be kind of fun.  His hard
cock was pressing firmly against his shorts.
   Molly let the robe down a little further, until most of her breasts were
exposed.  She gently rubbed the soft fabric of the robe back and forth
across her erect nipples, watching her brother's eyes.
   He contemplated her idea, watching her toy with her breasts, admiring
the smooth bare skin on her shoulders.  He was turned on just watching her.
What would be the harm?  She showed him her nipples.
   Chase unzipped his pants and allowed his erect penis to escape.  She
smiled at his ample inches and let her robe drop to her lap.  Chase began
to stroke his dick at the base, his eyes glued to Molly's beautiful tits.
She cupped them in her hands for him, holding them up, making them appear
as round as she could.  They were both getting very aroused.
   "Show me your panties," Chase demanded.
   Molly threw her robe onto the floor, allowing Chase to see her pretty
white panties again.  Hesitantly, she slowly let her hand drift downward,
across her belly, across her underwear that tightly held her pussy inside.
She rubbed her clitoris through the thin fabric.  She could see his eyes
were fixated on her crotch.
   They stared at each other in silent bliss.  "You should get naked,"
Molly said quietly.
   "I don't know.  What if Mom and Dad come home?" he protested.
   "They're out with Will and Sara.  They'll be gone for hours."
   She had a point.  The two couples stayed out notoriously late when they
were together.  Chase often wondered what the hell people their age were
out doing at two in the morning.  Their parents, Jon and Kathleen, were
immensely into each other, the kind of couple that seems to be in love well
beyond the years they deserve to be.  Molly and Chase were used to their
frequent displays of affection around the house.
   Chase shed his tee shirt in one quick motion and tossed it on the floor
with Molly's robe.  Molly watched her brother intently as he lifted his ass
off the sofa and slid his shorts and boxers off together.  They crumpled at
his ankles, and he stepped out of them and sat back down on the sofa.  The
taboo feeling of being naked in front of his sister turned Chase on even
more.
   Molly licked her lips, admiring Chase's firm belly.  He was tan all over
except for where his shorts would be, having worked all summer as a
lifeguard at their neighborhood pool.  He looked a little unfamiliar to
her, with his balls and penis exposed.  She had seen him without a shirt a
million times, but now, in his completely naked state, he didn't look like
her brother.
   She watched him settle back into the sofa and waited for him to start in
on himself again.  He leaned back on the armrest, facing Molly and spread
his legs a little, giving her a front-row view of his package.  His balls
were shaved clean, and he was nicely manscaped, most of his pubic hair cut
very short.  This revelation impressed Molly, who had assumed her brother
probably didn't have the sense to make himself more attractive down there.
But, attractive he was, with defined pects, a flat muscular tummy and 6 or
7-inch hard cock.
   Chase grabbed his erection and again began to stroke it for her.  Molly
sat in an identical position on the opposite armrest, letting her legs
touch his, toying with her vagina through her underwear.  She threw one leg
over the back of the sofa, spreading her crotch open nicely for him,
allowing the crease of her panties to expose a little of her pussy lips. 
She knew this would really get him.  The wet area over her vagina began to
soak through, making her panties translucent and revealing a hint of the
pink flesh contained within.
   Some pre-cum was beginning to form on the tip of Chase's dick and was
milking out in a larger and larger glob as he stroked.  He put three
fingers in his mouth and wet them with saliva before slathering it all over
the head of his penis, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum into a slippery
film that covered the top half of his dick.
   He began stroking his length, eyes fixed on the growing wet spot on
Molly's underwear.  She rubbed it for him, making more girl-juice soak
through.  Molly watched him stroke faster and faster, his balls bouncing up
and down beneath his pumping fist.  Chase was breathing rhythmically now.
Molly was turned on and fascinated at the same time.
   She watched him with undivided attention, his facial expressions, how he
sometimes went faster, and sometimes went slower, how he used enough of his
own natural lube to glide his hand over his cock, how his eyes fixated on
her body, helping him have sex with her in his mind.  She reached inside
her panties and glided her middle finger between her slippery labia.  She
moaned as her finger penetrated her hidden vagina.
   Chase could see his sister masturbating under her panties and was just
beginning to approach climax.  Harder and harder he pumped, unable to look
away from Molly's hand in her underwear.  The head of his cock was
beginning to tickle--his eruption was just seconds away.
   Molly watched her brother slow his stroking down to almost a standstill
as he threw his head back and squeezed hard on his cock.  "Gah!" Chase let
out, as he started stroking fast again, causing several gobs of cum to
skeet onto his belly and chest.  She felt a chill in her body as she tried
to imagine what Chase was feeling and thinking as he was shooting his load
all over himself.
   Chase examined the semen on his body, and then looked up at Molly, her
hand still in her underwear.  She hadn't taken her eyes off of his cock,
which was now dripping with cum.  She couldn't believe what she had just
seen--a glimpse into her brother's sexual world.  She was completely turned
on.
   Chase quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to clean himself up.  Molly
lustily watched his white naked ass go into the bathroom and disappear
behind the door.  She grabbed her robe without putting it on and ran
upstairs to her room.
   When Chase emerged from the bathroom, he wasn't surprised to see his
sister gone.  He was no longer interested in her anyway.  He slipped his
underwear on and sat down on the sofa, grabbing the game controller.  That
was really weird, he thought to himself, but he felt good, and was ready to
shoot some bad guys.
   Molly shut her bedroom door and examined herself in her dresser mirror,
trying to see her body though Chase's eyes.  She wished she was skinnier.
She wished she had taken more after her mom.
   She heard the familiar video game explosions through the floor, and
shook her head at her reflection with a scowl, slightly annoyed at how fast
a guy could shift his attention.  She rubbed her breasts with her right
hand, while her left wandered down into her panties.  Molly was
anticipating having her own orgasm soon.  She moaned as she rubbed her
clit. She pushed two fingers into her vagina and had to put her other hand
in the dresser to steady herself.  She imagined this is how Chase would
finger her.
   She slid off her panties and admired her freshly shaven pussy,
completely hairless except for a small tuft of pubic hair above her slit.
She turned around to look at her ample round ass.  She bent over a little,
making it more attractive.  She was so horny she wished she would have done
more with Chase than just watch him jerk off.  But, they had really gone
too far already.  It didn't matter; she was going to satisfy herself.
   Molly got on the bed and grabbed her big pillow, laying it lengthwise so
she could straddle it.  Humping her pillow was one of her favorite
alone-time activities.  She lightly rubbed her pussy on the fabric of the
pillowcase, grinding her hips into it in a cowgirl position.  She rubbed
her breasts while her clit was lightly stimulated by the soft pillow.  She
could see herself in the dresser mirror and watched her hips thrust sexily.
   She needed more stimulation, so she lay down on the pillow, hugging it
tightly while she squeezed the pillow between her legs.  Her right hand
wandered underneath her body until it found her wet vagina.  She fingered
her clit while she rocked her hips back and forth on the pillow.
   Meanwhile, Chase had come upstairs to get something to eat and expected
to find his sister in the kitchen.  Out of curiosity, he shuffled down the
hall without calling her name and stopped at her bedroom door.  He knew she
wasn't in the bathroom, because the door was open and the light was off.  A
little hesitantly, he put his ear to Molly's bedroom door to listen.  She
was in there; he could hear rustling noises.  He listened longer.  He heard
what he thought was his sister's voice, making a noise, but not really
speaking.
   Suddenly, he felt the blood shift into his cock as he realized what she
was doing.  Very carefully, he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it to see
if it was locked.  It turned freely, so he continued twisting it slowly so
it wouldn't make a noise.  When the latch was free, he pushed the door open
very slightly so he could see in through the crack.
   He could see his sister's bed from the foot end.  Molly was sprawled out
diagonally on it.  Her ass was visible, thrusting repeatedly into her
pillow, jiggling beautifully with each stroke.  Chase smiled at this
beautiful discovery.  He grew an instant erection watching that bouncing,
sexy ass.  He pushed the door open further until he could see his sister's
entire body.  Her head was turned away and she was lying on her right arm.
The tip of her finger was barely visible, fingering her clit.
   Chase dropped his boxers to the floor and crept into Molly's room,
sitting down on the floor to watch the show.
   Molly pulled her arm out from under her and reached around behind her,
rubbing her ass with her hand, slipping it between her cheeks and down her
crack, eventually finding her pussy.  Two fingers penetrated as she
continued humping her pillow.  She scooted her right knee up high, making
it easier for her to reach and giving Chase a better view of her pretty
shaved pussy.
   Still unaware of her brother's presence, Molly continued masturbating,
banging herself at a moderate pace while moaning with every exhale. 
"Mmm..." she began saying.
   Chase casually stroked his erection while he watched her vagina,
admiring the glistening pink folds as her fingers rammed in and out,
listening to the beautiful sloshing of her fingers pushing through the
slippery mucus inside.  "Mmm...Mmm..." Molly went on.  "Mmm...Oh yeah." Her
voice got higher.  "Mmmm" she squealed.  "Oh God you're gonna make me
cum...You're gonna make me cum...Mmmm make me cum, Chase!"
   "What?" Chase exclaimed before he could stop himself.
   "Jesus!" Molly yelled, flipping over and attempting to cover herself
with the sheet.  "What the fuck are you doing in here?!  How long have you
been there?"
   "Not long enough; I wish I'd gotten here sooner!" he said with a laugh.
   "Get out!  Who the fuck do you think you are?"
   "The object of your desire, apparently," he said just as he caught
Molly's sex-pillow upside the head.
   "You're a lousy bastard for sneaking up on me like that."
   "Sorry, sis.  I was getting turned on watching your ass.  I mean, look."
He pointed to his hard dick.  "You kind of owed me a show, anyway."
   "Not like that!  I thought I was alone," she protested.
   "It made it more exciting that way," he pointed out.
   Molly sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet around her breasts.
   Still sitting on the floor, Chase pondered Molly calling out his name
just now.  "So," he began, and then paused momentarily.  "You were
fantasizing about me?"
   "Get over yourself; you're just the flavor of the week," she said as
coldly as she could.
   "That's okay; I'll take a week.  What were you imagining me doing?"
   "I was imagining you were making me a sundae, genius."
   "Was I fucking you?" he asked, very interested in the answer.
   Molly sighed loudly.  "Yes, but don't get the idea that I'm interested
in actually doing it.  We will never do that, understand?  It must remain a
fantasy.  Jesus, it would kill Mom."
   "I think we're doing enough to kill her right now," he pointed out. 
"Can I borrow that pillow tonight?" he asked jokingly.
   "Dickhead."
   "I'm hungry," declared Chase, jumping up and grabbing his boxers at the
door.  He headed for the kitchen, donning his underwear with his first two
steps down the hall.
   Chase decided to be nice and fix something for both of them.  He
rummaged through the freezer and found a frozen pizza.  Throwing it in the
oven, Chase sat down in the living room to watch TV for a while.
   Molly lay naked on her bed, still disbelieving her brother had the
audacity to sneak into her room during a private moment.  Furthering her
embarrassment was the fact that she had inadvertently revealed to him that
he was the object of her fantasy.  She laughed out loud at the
ridiculousness of the situation.  Still, she couldn't help but be amused
that Chase was enraptured with lust watching her have sex with herself. 
"Fair's fair," she thought to herself.  They had both gotten brief glimpses
into the other's private world.
   Her thoughts wandered back to Ryan.  Not that she was really shaken by
their breakup, but she was tired of the same cycle--date a few times, get
serious, have sex, relationship fades.  She dreamed of finding the right
guy.  She dreamed of being loved, loved for who she was, not what she was.
She cursed herself for shedding another tear over him.
   Molly realized she was feeling hungry too.  Grabbing a dry pair of
panties from her dresser, she threw a nightshirt on and went to the living
room.
   Molly sat down on the recliner across from Chase and looked out the
window.  After a while, Chase glanced her way.  Molly had an unpleasant
expression on her face.
   "You okay?" he asked.
   She nodded, still looking out the window.
   "You don't look okay.  What's the matter?"
   Molly started to weep.  "I feel so used," she cried.
   "Oh, jeez, Molly, I didn't--"
   "No, I'm not talking about us," she assured him.  Chase eyed her
intently.  "It's always a joke that guys want me for one thing, but lately
I think it's the truth."
   "You mean Ryan?" Chase probed.
   "I mean Ryan, and Jake, and pretty much everyone I've ever dated.  Men
are pigs, and are only interested in one thing.  Ryan proved that to me
tonight."
   "Not all men are so shallow," he tried to reason.
   "You know, I used to believe that, but I'm losing faith.  I used to have
a reason to believe I was going to find love.  But it was stupid."
   "What was it?" Chase prodded.
   She thought about whether to tell him.  The letter had been close to her
heart for a long time.  She had never talked about it with anyone.  She
figured if she could tell anybody, she could tell Chase.  Molly began,
hesitantly, "There was...this one guy, well, at least I think it was a guy,
who wrote me the sweetest letter.  He told me I was the girl of his dreams,
and he was the man I deserved to be with.  He said things that spoke to my
soul--things that made me believe that true love was out there for me.  And
after all that, he signed it anonymously.  I figured he would reveal
himself, and I waited for him to show, but he never did."
   Chase gulped, remembering the letter he'd written.  "You don't have any
idea who it was?" He played dumb.
   "No, but it must have been somebody who knew me, because he said some
things that only a friend would know.  I had a few hunches, like Ben from
my high school chemistry class, or Eddie from up the street, but nothing
ever panned out."
   "Hmm," Chase grunted.  He wondered how long he could keep this charade
up.
   "But now I just think it was just a hoax--somebody's cruel attempt at
having fun." Molly fought back more tears.  She was finally coming to the
realization that the letter was a fraud.  The promised dream-guy she had
been holding out for was nothing at all, merely a phantom of her idealized
notion of love.  It was time to give up on such foolishness.
   Chase sensed the despair in her voice.  She was at a turning point.  Her
self-esteem was hanging by a brittle thread.  His mind raced, trying to
decide what to do.
   "I was foolish to believe it in the first place," she went on.  "Guys
like that just don't exs--"
   "I wrote it," Chase blurted out.  Molly fell silent.  "I wrote the
letter," he repeated.
   The long silence in the room was broken only by the oven timer,
signaling the pizza was done.
   Molly stared at Chase, shocked at the new revelation.  She sat silently,
trying to fit the newly discovered pieces of the puzzle together.  Chase
got up and went to the kitchen to retrieve the pizza from the oven.
   He put the pizza on the island counter and returned to the oven to close
the door.  He stood for a moment, contemplating the effect his admission
might have had on Molly.  He hoped she wouldn't be too upset with him.
   He turned around to find his sister standing right behind him, her
pretty blue eyes slightly wet.  "I don't understand," she admonished.
   Chase looked at the floor and scratched his eyebrow with his pinky,
thinking of what to say.  "You were going through a tough time.  I didn't
want you to start seeing yourself like the dickheads you dated saw you.  I
knew you were better than that.  So I gave you...some encouragement."
   Pieces began falling into place for Molly.  Reconciling the guy whom she
had always known as her brother--the annoying, immature, meddling little
sibling--with the one she subconsciously perceived in her heart, the
caring, loving, do-anything-for-his-sister guy were finally merging.  She
always felt deep down that she had special feelings for her brother, but
superficial barriers would always block the realization, keeping it just
out of consciousness, like a sour note ruining the harmony.  Revealing
himself as the author of that letter seemed to be the catalyst that started
the domino wall of their emotional separation tumbling down.
   "I meant everything I said in that letter," Chase continued.  He looked
back up at her.  "It was devious, I know.  I'm sor--"
   Molly leaned in and kissed him in mid-sentence.  She put her arms around
his neck and hugged him tightly.  Chase hugged her waist, pulling her into
him.  It felt so good to touch her lovingly.  He was relieved she wasn't
angry with him.
   Molly held him for several long seconds before looking at his face. 
"Isn't that just my luck?  Prince Charming is my fucking brother!" she
laughed, wiping tears off her cheeks.
   The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked pizza assumed control of both of
them, and they each began devouring the pizza, standing at the kitchen
island, wearing little more than their underwear.  By the time the pizza
was half gone, Molly's head was buzzing with questions.
   "Chase?"
   "Yeah?" he replied, still with a mouthful of pizza.
   "Why did you do that for me?"
   He took a drink to clear his throat.  "I don't know, I guess maybe I was
a little jealous of your shithead boyfriends.  I clearly cared about you
more than they did.  There aren't too many ways a brother can show his
affection to his sister, you know?  Do you still have the letter?"
   "Yes.  In fact, I just read it again about a month ago.  I was pretty
sure Ryan wasn't the guy," she said with a smile.
   "I didn't mean to mess with your feelings, Bun," Chase implored.  "I
didn't really think you would take it very seriously."
   Molly laughed, fighting back more tears.  She didn't know if this
particular emotional surge was her reacting to her brother's loving words,
or the fact that he used an old nickname she hadn't heard for years.
   "There's a name I haven't heard in awhile," she said, laughing.
   "What?  Oh, did I call you Bun?"
   One Halloween when they were very young, Molly dressed as the Easter
Bunny.  Chase went around calling her 'Molly Bunny' for months afterward,
which got shortened to 'Molly Bun,' and eventually to just 'Bun.' She
always yelled at him when he called her that, but they secretly both liked
it.
   Molly leaned onto the counter and looked her brother over with fresh
eyes.  The lust she had eyed him with earlier had rapidly evolved into
affectionate attraction.  It felt so strange to look at Chase this way.  No
longer was he a pest that she had to tolerate around the house, but a
person she genuinely wanted to be with.  She thought it remarkable that a
simple act of kindness could cause one's perspective to shift so
dramatically.  She felt ashamed that she wasn't able to see it on her own.
   Chase looked at her quizzically.  "Are you okay?  You have a faraway
look in your eyes."
   Molly stepped around to his side of the island counter and slipped her
arms around his waist, laying her head on his chest.  Chase hugged her,
rubbing her back.  She pressed her body into him, hugging him tighter and
tighter.  Molly felt better right at that moment than she had in the arms
of any lover.  Overcome by impulse, she kissed his neck without thinking.
She stopped for a moment and thought about what she just did.  It felt
right.
   She felt Chase's heart beat harder at this sudden show of affection. 
She kissed him some more, opening her mouth and caressing his neck with her
tongue.  Chase leaned back on the hard counter, smelling her hair while she
nibbled on his neck.  He felt his blood pressure double at the thrill of
Molly nuzzling him in such a loving way.  She kissed her way up his neck
and onto his chin, where she waited for his reciprocation.  Chase kissed
his sister on the lips, mouth closed at first, then opening up, accepting
her tongue into his mouth, like he would kiss a girlfriend--a beautiful,
sexy girlfriend.  Chase stopped and looked Molly in the eyes for a brief
second, acknowledging a tender step forward, then continued kissing her.
   "Let's go somewhere more comfortable," she whispered.  Molly broke their
embrace and took Chase's hand, leading him out of the kitchen and down the
hall to her bedroom.  It was nine o'clock.
   Chase watched his sister's round ass through her nightshirt as they
walked into her room.  He wasn't sure what to expect.  She was beautiful
with a smile on her lips.  He hadn't seen a lot of that lately.
   Molly contemplated what they were doing.  She had just led her brother
into her room, holding hands, like she would a boyfriend sneaking in some
loving while her parents were out.  It was wrong.  She knew this was a very
risky path they were taking.  But, the uncontrollable attraction she was
feeling for him was guiding her way.  It didn't feel wrong.  But, she was
still trying to wrap her head around this new perspective of their
relationship.
   "Why did you feel so strongly for me back then?" she said referring to
his motivation for writing the letter.  "I mean, I never gave you any good
reasons to love me like that."
   "Oh my God, are you kidding?" he said incredulously.  He was visibly
agitated at her obtuse comment.  "What about when I broke my ankle hiking
and you sat with me, holding my hand in your lap for two hours while we
waited for the emergency crew to get up the mountain?"
   Molly didn't realize that was such a big deal.
   "Or the time I dented Dad's car and you made up that story about your
friends doing it, saving me from getting grounded.  Or when..." He gathered
himself.  "...or when Rachel dumped me." His voice trailed off.
   Molly had been there for him when Chase lost his first girlfriend due to
his own stupidity.  Chase was dating Rachel right when he was maturing into
a high school hottie.  He thought he was going to have chicks lining up for
him, and started two-timing Rachel like a douche bag.  Rachel wisely dumped
him and wouldn't take him back.  Molly had literally been a shoulder to cry
on through the ordeal, and Chase had grown very emotionally close to Molly
after the comfort she brought him.  He didn't really know what he was
feeling for her at the time.  Now he would simply call it love.
   Molly was taken aback by these admonitions.  She never considered any of
the support and love she gave Chase to be anything other than her duty as a
sister.  Chase had gotten himself a little worked up in attempting to
convey to Molly her importance to him.  She saw a tiny tear in the outside
corner of his eye and pressed it off with her thumb.
   Molly kept her hand on Chase's face for a few seconds, before smoothing
his dark hair back over his ear.  She ran her fingers through his hair
again, looking into his blue-gray eyes.  She would see her brother
differently from now on.  She saw the same eyes she had always known, but
now the love behind them was visible.
   Chase could have gone on and on with reasons why he felt attached to
Molly, but she didn't need any more convincing.  She pulled his head down
to her and kissed him again, touching his tongue as they swished their
mouths open and closed.  They staggered toward the bed and plopped down on
it, sitting up, still kissing.
   They were nearly naked already, Molly in her nightshirt and undies and
Chase wearing boxers.  Chase touched her breast, feeling the softness
through her nightshirt.  He kissed down her neck, smelling her sweet body
lotion, feeling her nipple protruding through the fabric of her shirt.  He
continued onto her shoulder, stretching the loose fabric out of the way. 
Molly's smell and taste were increasing Chase's fervid lust.
   All of the fantasies he'd dreamed of his sister, all the unmentionable
endeavors he'd ever contemplated were emerging in his head.  To be actually
sitting on the bed with Molly, lovingly kissing on her seemed like another
one of those fantasies.  He could barely grasp the weight of the
moment--that having sex with her right now would change their relationship
forever.
   Molly was having an easier time appreciating the potential consequences
of their actions.  Her mind was abuzz with her new feelings for Chase.  She
loved him; this she already knew.  But, the manner and intensity of her
love she had only just come to realize.  Chase meant something to
her--something very important--too important to treat their love
carelessly. But how she wanted him!  Feeling his wet mouth love its way
down her neck, passionately inviting her lustful reaction, was close to
crumbling her defenses.
   Chase pulled up on her nightshirt.  Molly put her arms up and allowed it
to come off.  He immediately dipped down to her breasts and suckled her
nipple.  The feeling was ecstasy to Molly, who lovingly caressed his hair,
watching him lightly bite her, then slurp her in, opening his mouth to
accommodate her entire nipple and areola.  She lay back on the bed, with
Chase following her down.
   He straddled her, and kissed back up her chest to her neck.  Molly felt
his back, rubbing her hands down until they reached the waistband of his
underwear.  She lustfully slipped both hands inside, palming his firm ass,
squeezing his cheeks hard.
   Chase reached back and lovingly caressed her soft inner thigh.  She
pulled one hand out of his underwear and touched his chest.  Molly was
astonished at how much her brother was turning her on.  He felt as sexy as
he looked!  Even in her fantasies he wasn't this sensual of a lover.  Her
need to make love to him was growing ever stronger.  On impulse, she pushed
her panties part way down.  She just wanted to be naked.  She wanted to be
naked with Chase.
   Chase helped her pull them the rest of the way off.  Molly was
conflicted.  She couldn't think clearly.  She wanted him terribly, but she
knew taking their sexual relationship to its fruition would be disastrous.
There was no way she would risk losing the brother she knew and loved,
allowing him to dispense with her after finally getting inside her, like
every other guy did.  She needed to find the strength to stop before they
traveled too far down the slippery slope.
   Chase lay on top of her, body to body with all his weight, kissing her
gently on the mouth.  His chest rested on her soft tits, their thighs
pressed together, his hard cock, still trapped inside his underwear, laying
between them, nuzzled against her vagina, centered on her clit.  His
sister's soft body seemed to fit his just right.  They felt so perfect
together, like the last two pieces of the puzzle, finally united.  How
could this not be right?
   Chase ground his hard dick on top of Molly, evoking a high-pitched moan
from her.  He was loving her the right way; he was keeping the pace slow;
he was pushing her buttons gently.  They kissed and rubbed for several
minutes, not hurrying, enjoying each other.  Molly's resolve had weakened
past the point of rational thought.  The rapture of having her brother's
weight smothering her body brought her an almost dreamlike comfort.  She
thought she could lay in that blissful state forever.
   Chase decided it was time to lose his underwear and got off Molly
momentarily to slip them off onto the bed next to Molly's panties.  In that
fleeting moment, Molly came to her senses.  She rolled onto her side and
encouraged Chase with her arms to lie down next to her.  He followed her
lead and lay on his side, facing her.  Molly was glowing with feminine
beauty.  Chase could sense the love in her eyes, so pleasant, so
comforting.
   Molly smiled at him.  She had found control once again.  Her body ached
for sex, but her heart was filled with love.  "Chase," she began.  "Please
don't take this wrong way."
   "What, Bun?"
   "We need to stop."
   Chase gave her a hard stare.  He was ready to show his love to her.  He
wanted her more than he had ever wanted a girl.  He was bursting with
desire for his sister.
   "I think we might be making a mistake if we continue," she went on.  "I
love you.  Our relationship means more to me than anything."
   After a very long pause, he reluctantly nodded.  He could see it in her
eyes.
   Molly suddenly burst into tears.  "And I don't want to screw it up!" she
sobbed.
   Chase kissed her forehead and wiped Molly's wet cheeks with his hand.
   "I don't understand," he said.  "I love you too, Molly.  I always have."
   "I know.  I'm sorry," she said, trying to stifle down her weeping.  "I
don't know what to do.  I don't want our relationship to be complicated."
She was afraid to admit the true root of her fear: Chase would forget he
loved her once they had sex.  She knew it was irrational.  It was real,
nevertheless.
   Chase knew whatever fear she had was unfounded.  Nothing could change
how he felt about her.  He loved her.  He would still love her just as much
no matter what happened.  Attempting to convince her of that would be
pointless, and might send her the wrong message.  He wasn't going to try
and manipulate her for sex; she had already had enough of that in her life.
He was disappointed, but he loved her too much to be angry.
   "Jesus Christ, leave it to a woman to see the deeper meaning of anything
fun," he said in a feigned, cool tone.  He stared at her hard.
   Molly stared back with equal ferocity, before her glare softened into a
smile.  Chase smiled back.  She lightly slapped him on the cheek.  "Men. 
All you want is sex."
   "You mean there's something else?"
   "Yes, but your feeble male mind wouldn't understand," she said, wiping
the last of the moisture from her eyes.
   "You're right; if I can't eat it, screw it or kill it, I'm not
interested."
   She laughed and hugged Chase tight, pressing their naked bodies
together. She kissed him lovingly.  She didn't know where they would go
from here, but their love was still in its true form, and that was all that
mattered to Molly.
   "Sleep in my bed with me?" she asked sweetly.
   Chase smiled and nodded.  Molly sat up and saw the two pair of underwear
lying on the bed.  She selected Chase's boxers and slipped them on.
   Chase grabbed Molly's big sex pillow and laid his head on it, squeezing
half of it in his arms.  He hoped to discover Molly's feminine scent on it,
but could only find the aroma of her Prince Matchabelli body spray.  It was
a close second.
   "Are you sleeping with my secret lover?" she joked.  "I guess you can
borrow him, but remember he's mine."
   "Funny, he smells a lot like a woman," Chase countered.
   "Turn over," she requested of him.  Chase turned so his back was to
Molly, still holding her pillow.
   Molly spooned up next to Chase's naked body and hugged him tight with
one arm.  She stroked his head with her free hand.  She had seen her
brother in many different lights over the years.  Most commonly, she saw
him as a raving moron, as most boys were.  Sometimes she saw him as a
vulnerable sibling that needed guidance and love.  Now, she could also see
him as a caring lover.  She had just inadvertently discovered that he
wasn't in her bed just for sex.  If he was, he'd have been gone by now
after the crushing one-two punch of Molly's tease-rejection.
   Chase drifted off to sleep in the comfort of his sister's bed and her
gentle caressing fingers.  Molly followed not long after.
   The sound of the garage door closing and movement in the kitchen woke
Molly in a panic.  She looked at her clock.  It was 12:45 AM and their
parents were home.  "Chase!" she whispered loudly, shaking her brother. 
"Chase, wake up!  Mom and Dad are home, you gotta get out of here!" She
feared her mother would be coming in to check up on her after the date she
was supposed to have tonight.  Kathleen always kept close tabs on her kids'
love lives.
   Chase opened his eyes, disoriented from finding himself in Molly's room.
Then he remembered.  Still naked, he climbed out of Molly's bed and crept
down the hall to his own room.  Still groggy, he crashed on his bed and
went right back to sleep.
   Molly turned off the lamp on her nightstand and pulled the covers back
over her.  She felt an unfamiliar waistband around her midsection and
impulsively grabbed it, before she remembered she was wearing her brother's
underwear.  Comforted, Molly smiled as she drifted back to sleep.
   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
   The next day, Chase sat high in the lifeguard chair under a yellow
umbrella.  His eyes were on two small kids who were getting too close to
the deep water rope, but his mind was on his sister.  He popped his whistle
a couple times to warn the kids back.
   He was still trying to piece together what happened between them last
night.  His heart was longing to be with Molly.  He wondered if she would
be home when his shift ended this afternoon.  That's not something that was
ever on his mind before.  He still couldn't believe he revealed himself as
the author of the letter.  He told her on impulse, as a last ditch effort
to keep her from losing faith, to keep her head above water.  He loved her.
If no other man was going to appreciate her for who she was, then he knew
she would at least have him.  He was comforted by that thought.
   He spotted Kara and Ashley with a couple friends and watched them talk.
Kara was a slender blonde with sizable tits for a small frame.  He wondered
if she was with Ryan last night.  Oddly, the thought of Ryan going out on
Molly like that pissed him off, but he was glad it worked out that way. 
What if Molly had gone out with Ryan last night?  Things would have turned
out a lot differently, that's for sure.
   Before last night, Chase had been scheming how to get into Ashley's
bikini.  She had the sweetest ass of any girl that hung out at the pool. 
Her bikini bottom style of choice was the kind that rode into her crack and
showed off half her ass cheeks.  Chase always found himself distracted from
his lifeguard duties when she was around.  But now, she didn't seem so
important.
   At noon, Chase took his lunch break, but wasn't really interested in
what he brought to eat.  He grabbed his phone and saw there was a message
from Molly.  "Who's at the pool?"
   "The usual suspects," he replied.  "Kara is here with Ashley and Em and
some girl I don't know."
   "How does Kara look?" Molly texted back.
   "Fucking amazing" was his reply.  A few seconds later, he added, "...if
you like skinny girls." He added a wink to the end.
   "Do you like skinny girls?" she asked.
   "I like pretty girls."
   "Do you think I'm pretty?"
   "Sure, when you try hard enough," he kidded.
   "Douche.  Don't be late--Mom has a surprise."
   Four o'clock finally arrived and Chase headed for home from the pool,
starving for dinner.  He was looking through the fridge when his mom came
into the kitchen.
   "Don't eat yet," warned Kathleen.  "We're taking you guys out for dinner
tonight."
   "Where?" inquired Chase.
   "We were thinking the new Italian place on the riverfront."
   Kathleen was a very pretty brunette, fairly slender, but not quite like
the gymnast she was nineteen years ago before she had Molly.  But, even at
40 she was a knockout.  Chase's friends reminded him of that constantly.
   "What's the occasion?" he asked.  Just then Molly walked into the
kitchen, looking very pretty, as if for another date.
   Kathleen answered, "Nothing really.  We feel bad for Molly getting stood
up last night, so we thought maybe getting out of the house would make her
feel better.  She said you were a comfort to her last night; that was a
good brother, Chase."
   "Uh, yeah, sure.  What are brothers for?" he said awkwardly, glancing at
Molly.
   "He's good to talk to if you can tear him away from the videogames,
right Molly?"
   "Yeah," Molly laughed.  "But he's easily distracted."
   Chase hoped he didn't blush at Molly's brazen inside joke.
   "Get a shower, chief," ordered his mother.  "We're leaving in
forty-five."
   Chase showered up and got dressed, happy to be with his family tonight.
He spotted his bottle of Versace Eros sitting in the back of the cabinet.
He almost never wore cologne.  Molly had mentioned one time how Eros turned
her on.  "What the hell," he said under his breath, and slapped some on.
   The drive to the riverfront was a good half hour, and Chase and Molly
enjoyed the evening views from the back seat of the family SUV.  They made
some small chit chat, but largely couldn't talk about the most important
thing on their minds.
   "What's that smell?" inquired their father, Jon from the driver's seat.
   "It's Chase's cologne," Molly happily informed him.  "He thinks he's
gonna score tonight!"
   The whole car, except for Chase, got a giggle out of the joke.  "How is
Tiffany?" Jon asked Chase, looking at him in the rear view mirror.
   "We broke up two weeks ago, Dad," Chase informed him, a little annoyed.
   "Oh, right.  Too bad, she was cute."
   "Yes, she was cute," agreed Kathleen.  "But she isn't the only girl out
there," she advised like mothers do.
   Jon and Kathleen went about discussing household issues in the front
seat, while the back seat got quiet.  Chase looked at Molly's hands on her
lap.  He slowly reached over and took her hand, intertwining their fingers.
Molly's eyes widened with surprise and glanced at the front seat before she
looked at him with a slightly panicked look.  She grabbed her light jacket
with her free hand and dropped it onto their hands, obscuring the view from
the front seat.
   She secretly caressed his hand under the jacket with her thumb.  "Have
you heard from her at all?" she asked him, referring to Tiffany.
   "No.  I sent her a message about three days ago, and haven't heard
back." She had broken Chase's heart and Molly knew it.  Chase didn't mope
around the house about it, but she knew that Tiffany had moved on before
Chase.
   Molly slipped her other hand under the jacket and caressed Chase's
forearm.  She leaned in to whisper in his ear.  "It's her loss.  She didn't
deserve a guy like you.  You know it's true." Glancing at the rear view
mirror to see if her dad's eyes were on the road, she kissed Chase gently
on the cheek.
   Whatever regrettable thoughts Chase was having about Tiffany at that
moment evaporated with that tender kiss.  His heart felt warm and loved. 
He smiled at Molly.
   Dinner was happy with lively conversation about Chase and Molly's
upcoming college year.  Chase was going to be a freshman and Molly a
sophomore.  They were both looking at bright futures.  Molly was already
headed for a career path of translating sign language for the deaf.  Chase
and Molly enjoyed the family time and the attention they were getting from
their parents tonight, but their minds were on each other.
   Molly watched her parents peruse the wine list, both their faces hidden
behind the binder.  Casually, she reached over and put her hand on Chase's
thigh, causing him to tense up.  She smiled at his reaction and decided to
tease him a little by moving her hand to his inner thigh and creep toward
his crotch.  Chase glanced around to see if anyone else was watching them.
He shot his sister a stern look and she withdrew her hand, smiling.  Being
more discreet, she slipped her leg under Chase's under the table and
crossed her other one over, kind of hugging his leg with hers.  She held
him there without moving until the main entrees arrived.
   Kathleen eyed her two kids after dinner.  "You two seem to be getting
along well tonight," she noted, as she waited for her coffee.  "Maybe some
sibling bonding last night?  You two are growing up."
   Molly rudely pushed on Chase's head, tipping him sideways for a moment,
to prove her mother wrong.  "Way to go, Mom," said Chase, poking his sister
in the side.
   Molly leaned over to Chase and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry for
disappointing you last night.  I want to make it up to you." Chase smiled
at his empty dinner plate.  He tried to imagine what she had in mind.
   It was almost ten when they got home that evening, having stopped for
ice cream on the way.  It was a good night.  Chase was tired, having spent
the whole afternoon in the sun.  Kathleen and Molly were engrossed in
conversation that didn't interest Chase.  By eleven he was ready to turn in
and said goodnight to his family.
   Lying in bed, Chase finally was alone with his thoughts.  Molly was
front and center in his mind, particularly how beautiful she seemed to him
tonight.  Whatever residual pain he was feeling over losing Tiffany, Molly
had eased it away.  He wondered what she meant when she said she would make
it up to him.  He figured it probably wasn't going to happen tonight.  He
fantasized about making love to her.  Happy thoughts melted into peaceful
sleep.
   A hand on his bare back caused him to stir.  He looked at his clock.  It
was almost three in the morning.  The tickle of long hair joined the hand
on his back.  Chase awoke enough to realize who it was.  "I couldn't
sleep," Molly said.
   "So you thought you would try a smaller bed that already had a person in
it?" Chase expertly hid his joy at having his sister in bed with him.
   "Move over, moron."
   Chase rolled away from her, turning himself over to face her.  Molly
climbed in bed next to him and laid her head on his pillow.  "Mom is
worried about my love life.  Kept me up till one," she said.
   "Better you than me."
   "She thinks I should get back together with Ronnie.  But she doesn't
know how small his dick is."
   Chase snickered, trying to keep from laughing out loud.  "Glad your
priorities are clear," he chastised.  "I think you should get back with
Colin.  He was a good dude."
   "You only liked him because he bought you beer," Molly quipped.
   "You have your priorities, I have mine.  At least he treated you right."
   "Ok, so let me give you my two cents on your love life, Dr.  Phil.  You
need to go find that sweet little Rachel and beg her forgiveness for
fucking up the best thing you ever had."
   "Oh, I don't disagree with you there.  Damn, she was sweet too.  She was
the most valuable lesson I ever learned."
   Molly immediately felt bad for throwing that in his face.  She knew he
was over it, but it was still a painful memory.  Nobody knew that better
than she did.
   Molly yearned to touch Chase.  She had been thinking about it all day.
She contemplated in the darkness whether to advance.  She touched Chase's
chest and felt his heart beat.  She was inexorably attracted to him after
learning the trueness of his heart.  And then after tolerating her brutal
repudiation of sex last night, he had proven beyond a doubt he cared for
her.
   She needed to be with him, to express her love for him, to make him feel
her love.  There was still a line she wasn't going to cross, but she had
decided maybe there was some gray area they could venture into.
   Reaching her arms around him, she caressed his back and lovingly kissed
his cheek.  They gazed at each other's barely visible face in the darkness.
Molly touched his waist, feeling his underwear and paused for a second. 
Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about whether to do what she was
thinking.  She reached under his waistband and slipped her hand onto his
bare ass.  Chase kissed her deeply, touching her tongue, savoring the
feeling of his sister's wet lips.  Still inside his boxers, her hand slid
around to the front and felt his warm sack.  Chase took a quick surprised
breath at being touched by his sister there.  It was quite unexpected,
however well received.  She continued to kiss him, all over his face, as
she fondled his balls.
   She kissed his neck with her open mouth, sliding down to his chest,
licking his nipples.  She moved slowly down his firm abdomen, kissing once
per inch.  Chase reached up and turned on the lamp on his nightstand.  He
needed to see her beautiful face.  They both squinted in the harsh light.
Molly grabbed his underwear by the waistband and slid them down.  Chase
raised his butt off the bed and she brought them to his ankles letting him
kick them onto the floor.
   Chase lay on his back and Molly got between his legs.  She lay on her
belly and spread his legs to give herself easy access to his balls.  She
slurped the left one into her mouth, causing Chase to moan with ecstasy. 
As their eyes adjusted to the light from the lamp, Molly looked into
Chase's eyes.  She gazed lovingly at him as the head of his cock
disappeared inside her mouth.  She pushed it in further, grabbing the base
of his dick with her hand.  She stroked in sync with her bobbing head,
never losing eye contact with Chase.
   His sister was absolutely beautiful with her long pretty hair spread out
on his thighs.  Her nightshirt was the only flaw.  Chase sat up and grabbed
her shirt with both hands.  Molly got to her knees and held her arms out
straight toward him.  He tugged the shirt, turning it partially inside out
as he slipped it over her head.  Molly's beautiful tits hung under her as
she leaned up to kiss him once again.  Moving back down, she dipped her
left breast onto his erection, followed by the other, dragging the nipple
around his glans.  She lay back down in her pink panties and hungrily
gobbled up Chase's dick again.  She flipped her hair to one side, giving
Chase a better view as she pushed her mouth down, inch by inch, all the way
down to the base of his cock.  Chase moaned loudly at the feeling of
Molly's soft throat caressing his penis.
   Up and down she bobbed, straining not to gag, prolonging his pleasure as
long as possible before she had to surface for relief.
   "Do you like that?" she asked, catching her breath.  All he could do was
nod, his mouth open, his initial surprised look at his sister's unprovoked
sexual advance still plastered on his face.  Molly relished his expression,
knowing she was giving him an unexpected gift.  She loved him for his
unassuming innocence.  He would have accepted even the most inconsequential
expression of love from her, a mere kiss on the cheek.  But she was giving
him much more than that.
   Back down Molly went, eyes lovingly locked on Chase's, repeating the
same maneuver as before, pushing the head of his dick deep into her throat,
pressing her nose into his pubic hair until it folded over, her mouth wide
around the base of his thick tool.  Molly held down on him still longer,
eager to please her brother.  His eyes gazing back at her told her she was.
Chase's hips thrust upward repeatedly into her throat.  He was groaning
with each push.
   She broke for air again and began to stroke the length of his cock
slowly, watching him.  His eyes were fixated on his member, covered in her
thick saliva.  She loved the feeling of his big cock in her hand.  Her
brother was beautiful, every inch of him.  They both watched her hand glide
smoothly up and down his dick in long, slow strokes.  His clear fluid was
accumulating at the tip.  Molly swished a finger over the pre-cum,
gathering it into the saliva in her hand, making it glide still smoother up
and down his rod.
   "I want you to cum for me.  I want to taste you.  You're going to cum in
my mouth, okay?," she almost begged.  "God, Chase, you are so fucking sexy!
I want to drink in every drop of you."
   The dirty talking was having its desired effect.  Molly stroked faster,
looking into Chase's eyes.  "Show me how much you love me," she said,
slightly teary-eyed.  "Cum for me," she repeated.
   Chase's moans warned of the impending ejaculation.  Molly put her mouth
over his head and continued stroking, eagerly awaiting her first taste of
his semen.
   "God, Molly, I'm gonna cum!  I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth!" Chase
clenched his teeth while he shot his creamy load.  He forced his eyes to
stay open so he could watch Molly gulp down his seed.  She looked up at
him, savoring his gift in her mouth while it smoothly slid down her throat.
She licked off every last bit she could find, milking the last of his cum
from his urethra.
   Chase lay motionless, in relaxed bliss.  Molly climbed on top of him and
turned off the lamp.  Straddling his hips, with her knees on the bed, she
lay down on him, her bare breasts resting on his belly.  Chase's comfort
increased ten-fold under the soft weight of his sister.  Molly hugged him
like she hugged her favorite pillow.
   Normally after doing that to an insistent boyfriend, Molly felt dirty,
like she only did it to keep him interested.  It was quite the opposite
with Chase.  He didn't see it coming, nor would he have ever even asked for
it.  She did it for him because she wanted to make him happy, to express
her love.  She felt appreciated.  She felt loved.  Together they slept,
unmoving.
   The light from the morning sun began to invade Chase's eyes as he began
to stir.  He felt his sister's hair in his face, and realized why his body
was numb.  He smoothed back her hair and looked at his beautiful sister. 
She awoke from his tender touch and smiled at him.  Suddenly a panic struck
Chase.  "Where are Mom and Dad?"
   "Relax.  They had a doubles tennis date with Will and Sara early this
morning.  They'll probably do brunch afterward," she said reassuringly.
   Chase suddenly became very interested in the fact that his nearly naked
sister was still lying on top of him.  He sprouted a hard on that poked
Molly's ass through her pink panties.
   "Oh, look who's awake!" Molly exclaimed, feeling his member gently push
on her tender parts.  She stayed on top of her naked brother.
   The resistance he felt in her panties felt good.  He pushed harder
against the thin satin, stretching it down between her ass cheeks.  He
impulsively began stroking, the short throw limited by the inelasticity of
her underwear.  In and out of the silky shallow hole he thrust.
   Being caressed down there was arousing Molly, but it was getting
dangerously close to her red line.  Chase desperately needed to get off his
back.  He rolled Molly over onto her back, coming to rest between her legs
in a missionary position.  Her creamy breasts were gorgeous in the morning
light.  He leaned down and kissed her deeply.  She hugged his neck.  They
both relished the belated shift in their sleeping position, feeling body
parts re-awaken.
   "Please be careful," she whispered.  "You know what I mean.  We just
can't, Chase."
   Chase nodded and kissed her some more, flicking his tongue around her
mouth, tasting her lips and chin, creeping down her neck.  He put his mouth
on her right nipple, opening his lips wide to cover her entire areola.  He
coaxed her nipple to stand erect before moving over to the left to
accomplish the same thing.
   With his knees under her thighs, propping her up a bit, he pushed his
dick down with his thumb so it was touching her clitoris over her panties.
Molly silently bit the side of her index finger as the clitoral stimulation
started her juices flowing.  Chase rubbed his penis up and down her
panties, causing them to pull into her crease as they stretched.  He could
see the hairless outline of her pussy, so inviting, yet so forbidden.
   Chase longed to feel the inside of his sister.  He needed to feel her
wet vagina wrapped around his hard cock.  He respected her reasons for
preventing it, but it took all his willpower to keep from sliding her
panties to the side and thrusting into her sweet pussy.  He positioned his
cock between her labia and gently pushed it into her satiny panties.  Molly
took in a quick, audible breath.  He withdrew to see he had pushed the
crotch of her underwear into her creeping wetness.  He rubbed his glans on
her moist spot before pushing it in again, making the wet spot bigger.  He
pushed in again, and again, each time banging into the barrier of her
mercilessly short-sheeted vagina.
   He lay down on her with his full weight, grinding his hips into her, the
head of his dick pressing down on her clitoris.  Chase thrust his ass in
and out, dragging his hard cock up and down the pink valley of Molly's
underwear.  He kissed her tenderly while he thrust, just like he would if
he were fucking her.  Molly spread her legs wide, resting her heels on
Chase's back.  She squealed softly in her heavy breathing, enjoying the
coarse stimulation of her panties rubbing on her soft parts under Chase's
weight.  She put her hands on his chest.  His naked body looked so sexy
grinding into her!
   Chase sat up on his knees and began to masturbate, rubbing the tip of
his cock up and down her silky slit.  He looked at Molly.  She reached down
and fondled his balls while he stroked.  She decided she could do him a
better service in a different position.  She sat up on her butt and faced
away from him.  She lay back with her head underneath him, so her mouth was
under his balls.  She licked them as they swung over her face.  Catching
them in her mouth she sucked one in, massaging it with her tongue.  Chase
continued to pump his fist.  He wouldn't be long now.
   Chase eyed her tits as gravity pulled them slightly to the sides.  He
reached down and touched a nipple with his finger, twirling it around her
areola.  Molly put her palms on Chase's butt cheeks.  She rubbed them and
squeezed them, gathering as much flesh into her hands as she could.  She
slapped his right one, keeping her left hand on his ass.  Chase let out a
moan.  She did it again.  She held his scrotum in her mouth, her tongue
playing with his balls.
   The pleasure and pain were ascending to a shimmering meridian.  Chase
was consumed by the sensual combustion of two opposite stimuli.  "Again,"
he begged as his climax approached.  Molly obeyed, smacking his ass harder.
"Fuck, again!" he never felt such intense waves of ecstasy.  Molly
continued slapping his ass and sucking his balls as Chase put himself over
the edge, shooting his first wad all the way down to her thigh.  The rest
hit her belly and chest, with the last of it dribbling down onto her chin.
Molly released his balls from her mouth and scooped up the cum on her chin
with the side of her index finger, shoveling the thick white fluid into her
mouth.
   She quickly rolled over onto her knees, slurping up the head of his
penis to clean up the remaining cum, milking it out to the last drop.  Both
up on their knees, Molly licked her fingers as Chase threw her a towel to
clean up.
   "Eww, is this your 'special' towel?" she said with grimace.
   "It's clean," Chase assured.  She wiped up the cum stuck to her body. 
"Pretty much," he added with a smile.  She put her arms around his neck and
hugged him tightly before giving him a deep kiss.
   "Are you working today?" she asked him, stepping onto the floor.
   "This afternoon," he replied as he flopped back down on the bed.  He
glanced at the clock.  It was nearly eleven.  Chase realized he was
starving, but needed to get a shower.
   "Have fun with that," she kidded as she scooped up her nightshirt and
slid it back on.  Molly headed for the door, remembering she hadn't looked
at her phone in about twelve hours.
   "Wait," said Chase.  Molly stopped and turned around.
   "Give me your underwear," he demanded.
   "I'm not giving you my--"
   "You took mine!  Fair is fair," he persuaded.
   With a sigh, she reached under her nightshirt and pulled her pink
panties down to her ankles.  She flipped them onto the bed with her foot.
Chase grabbed them, smiling.
   "I don't even want to think about what you're going to do with those."
she said.
   Molly went to her room smiling, thinking about what Chase was going to
do with her underwear.  Chase stuffed the panties into the drawer of his
nightstand and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.
   He got to the pool for the afternoon shift and climbed to his perch,
whistle dangling in front of his tan chest.  The late June afternoon was
getting warm and muggy.  Chase eyed the horizon for any sign of a storm. 
He loved working on stormy days, except when he had to mop the changing
room floor and other chores nobody wanted to do.  The hazy blue sky was
clear of storm clouds.  He settled back into his chair and dutifully eyed
the swimmers.
   He scanned the sunbathers for the usual hangouts.  There was Kara and
Ashley again, and the girl he didn't know--and Ryan.  He saw him approach
the three girls and hand a drink to Kara.  He watched him out of the corner
of his eye to see if he touched Kara in a familiar way or seemed like they
were together.  His evidence was inconclusive.  He quit being a private eye
and focused on his job.
   Chase blew a long shrill note on his whistle, signaling the beginning of
a mandatory swim break.  He climbed down from his chair to check his phone
and stretch his legs.
   "Hey, Chase," he heard Ryan's voice say behind him.
   "Uh, hey, Ryan," he replied.  "What's going on?"
   "So, you're sister's kinda pissed at me I guess."
   "I guess," he answered.
   "She just kinda freaked out the other night and told me to fuck off for
no reason.  Do you know what she's mad about?" Ryan probed.
   Chase pretended to try and recall.  "Something about you repeatedly
standing her up and she was done being your second choice joyce.  Does that
sound right?"
   "She doesn't understand, man!  I can't be in two places at once.  She
expects me to drop everything for her.  I just need to talk to her.  She
won't return my texts," Ryan pleaded his case.
   "I think she just needs more attention than you've got time.  Maybe you
need to find a more maintenance-free girlfriend," Chase advised.
   "Will you tell her to call me?" Ryan asked, his head more than a little
under Chase's subtle hint.
   Chase waved his hand, nodding as he headed off to the bathroom.
   "Hi, Chase!" he heard a petite voice say off to his left as he exited
the men's room.  Chase looked over to see Ashley standing in line at the
concession stand.  He didn't know her well; she had graduated from
neighboring school district, but he lusted after her every time he saw her.
   "Hey, Ashley!" he replied with equal enthusiasm.  "What's going on?  Are
you here with Kara?"
   "Yeah, and Steph, Ryan's little sister."
   "And Ryan?" he prodded.
   "Yeah, he's the one with the car, so..."
   "Right," Chase replied in his best conspiracy theory voice.
   "Ryan's all over Kara and she's like 'Whatever,' so we'll take the free
rides." Ashley played with her long sandy hair.  "If you're not busy later,
I'm having a little shindig at my house.  Why don't you stop over?"
   "I can't.  I have to work late," he lamented.
   Ashley stepped out of line momentarily and came over to Chase.  She
casually touched the waistband of his swim trunks while she leaned into
him. "I don't mind if you come late," she whispered.
   The unnecessarily sensuous way Ashley persuaded him caused a stir in his
swim trunks.  "I'm working to close tonight, so maybe I'll stop out after
that?" he said.
   "I hope you can!" she said.  She grabbed a pen from a clipboard on the
counter and grabbed Chase's hand.  She wrote her address on his palm,
adding a small heart at the bottom before she got back in line.  She got a
pair of Chick-O-Stix and walked back to her friends.  Chase's eyes were
glued to the bare bottom half of her wiggling ass cheeks, which were
proudly displayed under her bikini.
   Normally, getting invited by Ashley to her house would have made Chase's
week.  But this wasn't a normal week.  His lust for Ashley's ass was
tempered by a newly discovered affection for his sister.  Even though he
knew they could never consummate their relationship, he was feeling a
strange infatuation with Molly.  Nevertheless, he intended to enjoy himself
tonight.
   Clearing his head, he ascended to his lookout and blew his whistle again
to end the break.  Ryan and the girls didn't stay much longer, which was
alright with Chase.
   Arriving in the driveway of his parents' home, Chase made a surprising
discovery.  "What the hell are you doing here?" he muttered to himself,
seeing Ryan's car parked in Chase's usual spot.  He went inside and found
nobody there.  Pausing, he listened carefully.  Molly's and Ryan's voices
could be heard from the basement.  "Have fun with that," he mumbled as he
headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
   As he got dressed, he saw the bottle of Eros sitting on the bathroom
counter where he had left it last night.  He put the bottle back in the
cabinet without putting any on.  Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed his
car keys and headed for the back door.  He almost made it out of the
kitchen when he heard Molly and Ryan trotting up the basement stairs,
laughing.  Seeing Chase as she reached the top of the stairs, Molly's smile
diminished somewhat.
   "Hi," she said.
   "Hi," returned Chase in a neutral tone.
   "Hey, Chase!" said Ryan.  "I told you I just needed to talk to her," he
said, smiling.
   "Right," he said, looking sourly at Molly.  "I'm sure she understands
now."
   "Where are you going?" asked Molly.
   "I'm going out," he said pleasantly but abruptly as he headed for the
door.  Chase quickly got into his car and drove away.  A small lump was
forming in his throat, partly out of bitterness and partly at the thought
of Molly backsliding into a bad relationship.  There was no way being with
Ryan was going to lead to happiness for her.  He couldn't live her life for
her, though.  He shook it off and thought about where he was going tonight.
   It was almost ten when he got to Ashley's house.  A dozen or so cars
were parked in the driveway and in front of the house.  Chase found a spot
and walked up to the house.  Ashley spotted him and erupted into a huge
smile.  She came over and grabbed him by the forearm, pulling him close.
   "I'm glad you came!" she said, looking up at him.
   "Is this your parents' house?" Chase asked, trying to make chit-chat
over the music.
   "Yeah, they're out of town for a couple days, so--"
   "So, here we are," he finished her sentence with a smile.
   She took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen.  To say Ashley's
skirt was short would be stating the obvious.  It barely covered her
perfectly round ass, and Chase was pretty sure he saw glimpses of her ass
cheeks underneath as she walked.  "You want a beer?" she asked.
   Chase wasn't really in the mood to drink, but he wasn't going to turn
down an offer from a pretty girl.  "Sure," he said.
   She handed him a bottle and took a swig of her own.  "So, what happened
with you and Tiffany?" she asked.
   "Ran its course, I guess," he explained.  The truth was she dumped him
and he was just now getting over it.  Chase hardly knew Ashley and was
wondering how she was even aware he had an ex-girlfriend.
   "That's good, because you're way hotter than her," she said, casually
hooking his belt with her index finger.
   "You're way hotter than her," said Chase, playing along.
   Ashley smiled and took another sip of her beer.  "Do you like being a
lifeguard?"
   "It gets me some extra cash.  It's kind of boring, though.  At least I
can get a tan," he explained.
   "You look so hot up there on the lifeguard chair."
   "It's been a hot summer," he said stupidly.
   "No, you look hot," she clarified.
   Chase's face reddened.  "Oh, thanks."
   "Do you like my skirt?" she asked, twirling around.
   "It's very sexy" Chase answered honestly.
   "I almost wore a different one, but this one is my favorite.  The other
one is pretty, though.  Do you want to see it?" She leaned in and brought
her mouth close to his ear.  "It's in my room, Chase," she whispered.
   Chase didn't know how to answer.  Ashley took him by the hand and led
him upstairs, past a couple making out on the landing, to her room and shut
the door.  She opened her closet and pulled out an equally skimpy skirt and
removed it from the hanger.  She held it up to show him, proud that she
could fit in such a small garment.  "Can I show you how it looks on?"
   Chase nodded, speechless.
   With that, Ashley unzipped the skirt she had on and let it drop to the
floor.  She bent over in her purple thong, picked the skirt up and tossed
it on the bed.  She stepped into the new skirt and slid it on.
   "Now, which do you like better on me?"
   "The first one, definitely," he answered, not actually caring about the
difference.
   "I thought so, too." Ashley dropped her skirt again and stepped out of
it, toward Chase.  "Do you like my purple undies?"
   "Do you have others to show me?" Chase joked.
   "They match my bra, do you want to see?"
   Without waiting for an answer, Ashley removed her top and spun around,
proudly showing him her matching underwear over her exquisite body.
   "Do you want to show me your underwear?" she asked, hooking his belt
with her finger once again.  She reached in and pulled up on his waistband,
exposing the purple pattern of the boxers he had chosen to wear tonight.
   "Oh my God!  I think we match!" she said excitedly.  She let go of his
underwear and touched his belly under his shirt.  She leaned in close and
looked up at him, seductively.  "What else do you think we have that goes
together?" She kissed him.
   It became obvious to Chase that this sexy little slut had invited him
here for the sole purpose of getting laid.  He wondered how often she used
this little antic as an excuse to get naked for guys.  It occurred to him
that he didn't even know her last name.  She was ready to fuck him right
now, and he had put no more effort into it than following her around by the
hand.
   Ashley unhooked his belt buckle.  She ran her hand along the obvious
hard on that Chase was sporting.  Undoing the button on his shorts, she
unzipped them and allowed them to fall to his feet.  Chase's erection
protruded inside in his boxers.
   Ashley knelt down in front of him while she unfastened and removed her
bra.  In a daze, Chase watched her pull his boxers off.  By all
indications, this should have been a dream come true.
   But it wasn't.  His head was spinning.  Nothing was making sense.  He
hadn't a shred of respect for the girl getting ready to suck his dick, nor
she for him.  What he mistook for a sex goddess now looked like a desperate
whore.  He suddenly fully understood what it meant to be used.  This wasn't
what he thought it was going to be.  He was thinking that her body was not
as sexy as it was at the pool.  He was thinking that her face didn't seem
as pretty as it did before.  He was thinking about Molly.
   His phone began to ring in his pocket, which was on the floor at his
ankles.  In a snap decision, Chase grabbed his underwear and shorts and
pulled them back up.  He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. 
Without looking to see who it was, he answered it.
   "I have to take this," he whispered to Ashley.  "I'm sorry." He thought
it was a good way to let her down easy.
   "Chase?" his mother's voice said.
   "Yeah?" he said, walking out into the hallway.  He zipped up and buckled
his belt with one hand as he headed down the stairs.
   "Where are you?"
   "Uh, I'm at a friend's house."
   "Whose?" inquired Kathleen.
   "Ashley.  You don't know her."
   "Oh.  Anyway, your sister called and asked me to come pick her up at
Ryan's.  I think we might be spending the night here, so we won't be home
until morning.  Can you go get her?"
   "Um, yeah I can do that."
   "Thank you, sweetie.  You're a good brother."
   "Wait, why aren't you coming home?"
   "We're at the retreat with Will and Sara, and nobody stayed sober.  We
thought it would be best if we didn't drive.  You two will be alright won't
you?"
   "Yes, we're fine.  "Just stay put; don't do anything stupid," Chase
sounded like the parent.  Oddly, his mother sounded perfectly sober on the
phone.  He had a suspicion his parents were swingers.
   Chase got in his car and started it up.  Before putting it in gear, he
hauled off and smacked himself upside the head as hard as he could.  It was
his own private penance for rejecting a sure thing with that horny slut. 
"Wuss," he muttered to himself.  He pulled out of the driveway with a clear
conscience.
   He thought about Molly's backsliding relationship with Ryan.  Why didn't
she see him for what he was?  It hurt him to think about Molly being with
Ryan.  It hurt him that he cared for her far more than Ryan did.
   Turning onto Ryan's street, he saw Molly's silhouette out near the curb
standing by herself.  "Going my way?" he asked, rolling down the passenger
side window.
   "What are you doing here?" she asked, a little confused.
   "Mom thought I could get here faster," he said, sort of telling the
truth.
   Molly slid into the passenger seat and shut the door.  "Thanks," she
said and prepared herself for a lecture.
   "So, lemme guess," Chase began as he started driving.  "First, Mr. 
Wonderful sweet-talked you into taking him back."
   "Affirmative," she acknowledged.
   "Next, he brings you back to his pad to get into your panties."
   "Affirmative."
   Chase felt a knife in his heart but he didn't show his pain to Molly. 
His crystal ball got a little fuzzy here.  "He gets his rocks off and now
he doesn't have enough gas to get you home?"
   "Negative."
   "Why did you need a ride?" Chase questioned.
   "Well, he's a little bitter."
   "I don't understand."
   "I know you don't.  So let's back up a few steps here, Ann Landers."
   Chase got onto the freeway and sped up.  He waited for Molly to clarify
her story.
   "It's true we came back here to have sex.  But I sort of ruined his
plans.  Something hit me on the ride over here.  I don't know what it was,
maybe the way he started talking to me after he was sure he had me back,
like I owed him some sexual favor for being difficult the last couple days.
I saw through his reasons for wanting me back.  I saw him through your
eyes, Chase."
   Chase felt a weight lift off his heart.
   "But there was something else," she continued.  Molly watched out the
window, trying to keep herself composed.  She was silent for several
seconds.
   "Bun?" soothed Chase, using her old nickname.
   "I, uh..." she said with a quivering voice.  "...I missed you."
   Chase wasn't expecting that.  He reached over and touched her thigh. 
Molly took his hand and kissed it.
   Molly swallowed and continued.  "So are you happy now?  I missed your
sorry ass.  I'm with a hot guy that wants to fuck me and I'm thinking
about--of all people--my brother." Molly laughed out loud.
   She wiped her eyes and watched the street lights zip by for a while,
happy to be with Chase.
   "So," Molly interrupted the silence.  "You never said where you were
going tonight?"
   "Oh, yeah," began Chase.
   "Oh, yeah," mocked Molly.
   "So I got invited to a party while I was at the pool today."
   "And whose party would that be?" she asked.
   "Well, that would be Ashley's."
   "Ashley who?" she asked.
   "I don't even know her last--"
   "Ashley, who hangs out with Kara?" Molly interrupted.
   "That's her."
   "Ashley who's fucked half the guys in this county?  Cumdumpster Ashley?"
Molly was getting worked up.
   "That sounds plausible," Chase agreed.
   Molly looked straight ahead, shaking her head.  She didn't want to hear
the rest of the story, but she needed to know.  "And?" Molly prodded
sharply.
   "And I had a first-class opportunity to fuck her brains out tonight."
   "And?"
   "Didn't"
   "Why not?"
   "She wasn't my type," he joked.
   Molly laughed.  "Who is your type?" she asked.
   "You are, Bun."
   Molly felt warm tickle in her heart at his words.  The relief she felt
at Chase rejecting Ashley was both surprising and comforting to her.  Why
did she care so much?
   They rode the rest of the way home in silence.  The emotional
rollercoaster Molly had been on today was overwhelming.  The only emotion
she was sure about was how she felt when she was with Chase.  With Chase
she was safe.  With Chase she was loved.  It was this simple, undeniable
truth that brought her comfort when she doubted her own self-worth.
   They walked in the back door to a dark house.  "Where are Mom and Dad?"
Molly asked, kicking off her shoes.
   "They're still at the lake with Will and Sara.  Mom said they were all
too wasted to drive, so they're spending the night there," he explained.
   "Chase, do you know what I think?" Molly lowered her voice.  "I think
they're swingers." Chase laughed in agreement.
   Chase smiled and stared at Molly.  "What?" she finally blurted out.
   "You were jealous!" he said wryly.
   "Jealous of whom?  Ashley?"
   "You thought I fucked her and you were jealous," he said, still
grinning.
   "I wasn't jealous," she insisted.  "I just thought you could do better."
   Chase grinned as he leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms folded
in quiet satisfaction.
   Molly smirked at him.  "And you weren't jealous of Ryan coming over
today?"
   "I was concerned for you," he said haughtily.
   "Oh, you were concerned," she mocked.  "You were concerned that your
sister was going to get laid, and it wasn't you."
   The grin on Chase's face faded away.  They looked at each other for a
long awkward moment.  Chase gently grabbed the front of Molly's shorts at
the belt and pulled her toward him.  Throwing her arms around him, Molly
kissed him.  They both sighed, feeling the relief of easing the sexual
tension between them, coaxing it out with their entwined tongues.  Molly's
knees buckled, weakened by the sudden burst of warmth she felt in her
chest. She held tightly onto Chase's neck while he hugged her waist,
holding her up, still kissing her.
   Molly got her legs under her again and kissed Chase even more intensely,
breathing him in, unwilling to unlock from his lips for even a second to
get air.  Chase raised her top above her bra and traced his hands around
the bra strap to the back, searching for the fastener.  Her bra loosened as
he flipped open the hooks.  Chase reached under her bra with both hands,
caressing her soft, round breasts, rubbing her nipples between his index
and middle fingers.
   Molly sighed into Chase's mouth, entranced by her brother's gentle
touch. Chase leaned into her, nudging Molly toward the hallway.  Holding
onto Chase's hand, she turned and headed quickly down the hall, almost
running.  She pulled Chase into her room and shut the door.  Flipping the
light on, Molly leaned against the door for a moment, looking at Chase.
   He sat down on the bed, watching her.  Molly's top and bra were askew,
dangling off her shoulders.  She removed them the rest of the way, then
quickly undid her belt and unfastened her shorts.  She pushed them off her
hips, letting them drop to the floor at her ankles.  Chase watched his
beautiful sister hook her thumbs under her panties and slowly draw them
down over her hips.  Inch by inch she pushed them down while Chase watched
with lustful eyes, until they were on top of her small pile of clothing at
her feet.  Molly stepped out of the clothes around her ankles and stood
completely naked in front of Chase.
   She was beautiful.  She was the most beautiful creature Chase had ever
seen.  The desire in his eyes was undeniable.  She allowed his loving gaze
to fall on her, to cascade over her body, massaging her naked soul.  She
loved him.
   Pushing Chase back on the bed, Molly mounted his fully clothed body and
began kissing his neck.  Chase touched her back and immediately slid his
hands to her ass, squeezing her cheeks while her tongue covered the left
half of his neck with saliva.  Molly grabbed his shirt and slid it up,
exposing his firm tummy.  Kissing down his belly, she got to his belt,
which she unfastened slowly, enjoying the moment of undressing her brother.
She unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped the fly, revealing his hard on under
his boxers.  She stroked the outside of his underwear before reaching in
and liberating his cock.
   Chase tensed up as his sister slipped his dick into her warm wet mouth
and pushed it into her throat.  He couldn't look away from her beautiful,
loving eyes--eyes that led straight to her heart, revealing her true love
for him.  He knew it.  He saw it and he felt it.  He had never seen a look
like that from anyone.  So strong was its effect that, for a moment, Chase
had to question the worthiness of his own love for Molly.  Did his own
heart reflect what was gazing back at him right now?  Yes, he thought. 
There was no question.  He loved her.
   Molly allowed Chase's hard dick to escape her mouth in order to push his
clothes down to his ankles.  Stepping on his underwear, she pushed all of
it onto the floor.  Chase removed his shirt the rest of the way, joining
Molly in complete nakedness.
   Molly lay down beside him, their young bodies not touching.  Chase
looked her up and down as she lay on her side facing him.  Her large right
breast nearly rested on the left.  Her sexy soft tummy was unblemished and
smooth, begging to be touched.  Her creamy white hips widened in a smooth
curve before tapering down her legs to her narrow ankles.
   Molly found herself in the situation she predicted would happen sooner
or later: a test of her resolution not to allow their relationship to
transform completely into a romantic one.  By abstaining, she was able to
keep one foot on the side of a normal sibling relationship, always there
for her, always a comfort for her.  By going all the way, by crossing the
line, in her mind, they effectively destroy the relationship they had
always known, and exchange it for one that has no clear path or outcome. 
She was afraid.
   Chase reached out and palmed her belly button, savoring the soft flesh
in his hand.  Slowly, he slid his hand down toward her vagina, feeling the
sparse pubic hair that Molly had allowed to remain, glide between his
fingers.  Molly made no reaction, except to ever-so-slightly lift her leg,
allowing room for Chase to slip one finger between them.
   Molly closed her eyes as Chase rubbed her clit.  Her mouth opened up in
a silent moan as this first stimulation settled over her.  He kissed her
neck, eager to taste her body.  Molly raised her leg up and put her foot
down on the bed by her other knee in a figure-4, allowing Chase to fit his
hand between her legs.  He rubbed her thigh with his palm, his thumb
dipping between her warm labia, picking up a trail of Molly's slippery,
sexy ooze.  She had already been swollen and wet before he ever touched her
down there, but now her juices were flowing in high gear.
   Molly reached out and touched Chase's face.  She caressed his eyebrow
with her thumb while she lovingly palmed his cheek.  She wanted him.  She
wanted him inside her.  But, she had drawn a line and swore never to cross
it.  She pushed the line to the back of her mind, trying not to think about
it.  She tried not to think at all and act on instinct.  Her instincts were
telling her that nobody had ever loved her like Chase.  Yet, Chase was the
one she couldn't make love to.
   Acting impulsively, Molly got up and straddled his face.  Chase eagerly
dipped his tongue into her swollen pussy while Molly watched his nose
caress her clit.  Chase drank her in, tasting her overflowing juices,
inhaling her heavenly female aroma.  He kissed her inner thigh, rubbing her
hairless labia with his cheek.  Molly rubbed herself all over Chase's face,
indiscriminately.  She didn't care what she was touching, just as long as
it was him.  Back and forth she thrust, her pussy lips spread wide open on
his face, across his chin, over his nose, back down to his mouth, over and
over.  But it wasn't enough.  She needed more.  What she needed was on the
other side of the forbidden line.
   She quit grinding and scooted backward so she could bend down to kiss
his wet face.  The smell of her sex on him increased her desire, further
weakening her resolve.  She kissed him deeply and looked nervously into his
eyes, as if for guidance.  Chase gently, casually scooted up, bringing his
hard cock to within an inch of Molly's pussy.
   She knew Chase loved her.  She knew in her heart Chase would always love
her, no matter what.  Why did she need to resist what her heart desperately
wanted?  Making love to Chase would the greatest gift she could give
him--or herself.  The monster of feared rejection she had created inside
her mind, consequent from bad relationship after bad relationship had to be
slain.  It was going to cost her the ultimate happiness if she didn't find
the courage to defeat it.  She had to muster the fortitude to risk her
emotional well-being in the pursuit of promised love.  She had to have
complete faith that Chase would be there for her.  She allowed her heart to
assume control.
   She lingered, kissing him slowly, tenderly, lovingly.  She gazed into
Chase's eyes.  She saw nothing but love.  Chase silently implored her,
gently trying to allay her irrational fear with his eyes.  Slowly,
carefully, Molly rocked back.  She felt the tip of his cock touch her
glistening, swollen entrance.  Her mind was screaming at her to stop, but
her mind was no longer calling the shots.  Chase gazed into her blue eyes
and nodded slowly, gently encouraging her.  His impulse was to push in, but
he didn't.  This was Molly's decision.  She inhaled a short, abrupt breath
as the head of his penis separated her labia.  They touched noses.  "Shhh,"
chase whispered with trembling lips.  "Shhh," he repeated, subtly nodding
his head, trying to soothe away the anxious expression on Molly's face. 
She leaned back further, initiating penetration.
   Inch by blessed inch, Chase slowly slid inside her.  The sensation of
being penetrated by Chase's true love was more profound than she could have
imagined.  Their short pubic hair finally touched.  They had crossed the
final line together.  Chase silently mouthed, "I love you, Bun." Her
expression immediately changed from anxiety to ecstasy, her pussy finally
filled by her brother.  Molly slowly withdrew and pushed back down with a
moan.  She did it again.  Her reward for consummating their relationship
was almost immediate.  Gazing lovingly at Chase, she felt a climax building
inside her brought on by the sheer emotion of this event.  Molly thrust
faster.  It felt better than anything she'd ever felt in her young life. 
Her lower abdomen felt warm and fuzzy, as though loved from within.  It was
the beginning of a body-rocking orgasm that would redefine what she thought
of making love.  She moaned loudly as Chase began thrusting from
underneath. The loving feeling that began in her abdomen soon enveloped her
entire body.  Cascades of girl-cream slid down Chase's large cock as Molly
came.  Wave after wave of undulating rapture emanated from deep inside. 
She didn't know her body could be consumed so completely.  It was only deep
love that could bring about this kind of profound euphoria, and Molly was
experiencing it for the first time.  As her trembling convulsions subsided,
Molly put her forehead against Chase's.
   "I love you, too," she finally gasped.  It seemed like an
understatement. It was the first time anyone had spoken out loud since they
touched.  They lay there silently for several minutes, Chase's hard on
still raging inside her.
   He finally rolled over onto her, maintaining penetration.  Chase found
himself in the exact same missionary position he was in with her yesterday,
only this time the barrier was broken.  He put his weight on his elbows
above Molly's shoulders and gently slid his dick in and out of her tight,
slick pussy, easing her back into an aroused state.  They touched noses and
kissed softly.
   Chase stroked faster, Molly's overflowing juices spilling out, running
down her crack in a glistening love trail.  Up on his knees, he lifted her
legs high, slapping his balls on her ass as he pumped her.  Molly's soft
tits jiggled beautifully with each bouncing thrust.  Molly grabbed Chase's
ass with both hands, shoving him in as hard as she could, as if slamming
him in hard would make him go deeper.  Chase took her cue and sped up,
fucking her as hard and fast as his body would allow.
   Molly watched the beautiful hard body that was thrusting in and out of
her.  For a moment, she forgot he was her brother.  He was the sexiest
creature she'd ever seen.  And he was fucking her like she wanted.  Another
orgasm was welling up inside her.  This one would be different.  This one
would be a climax of pure lust.
   "Fuck me hard," she squealed.  "Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck me hard, Chase!
Make me cum!  Don't stop!  Make me cum!"
   Chase was almost running out of steam.  He ached to release his seed
inside Molly.  Unable to tear his eyes away from her beautiful bouncing
tits, Chase felt the blessed tickle in the head of his penis.  He was
nearing the breaking point.  He wanted to cum.  He wanted to shoot his
massive load all over the inside of this beautiful girl.  With heroic
effort, Chase put out a final burst of energy, like a distance runner on
the final stretch.  He felt Molly tighten around his tool.  She was cumming
again.  God bless her soul, she was cumming again!
   "Cum in me!  Oh, God, I'm there!  Cum in me!" Molly yelled.  Chase lay
down on Molly, dropping all his weight onto her, pushing in deep and
grinding his hips as he erupted inside her, filling her vagina with his hot
cream.  The increased warmth Molly felt pulsing out of Chase amplified her
already markedly intense orgasm, extending it even longer, convulsing in
sync with his ejaculation.  Their paired euphoric tremors slowly faded away
together, leaving their chests heaving against each other.
   Chase lay on top of Molly, trying to catch his breath.  He felt like
he'd just run a marathon.  He barely had the strength to roll off of her.
He lay on his back, his chest violently heaving up and down.  Molly lay
next to him, unable to speak.  She couldn't remember the last time she came
like that, if ever.  She knew one thing; she was going to need to have more
orgasms like that.
   She rolled toward him, resting her tits on Chase's chest and kissed his
cheek.  She watched him for a long time.  She loved him more than she
thought she ever could.  She now knew she needed him.  She watched her
beautiful brother rest peacefully after lovingly fulfilling her deepest
need.
   "I love you," she whispered softly in his ear.  "I love you, Chase."
   "Mmm," he mumbled, no longer able to enunciate.
   She turned off the light and rested her arm on Chase's chest.  Not for a
second did Molly regret her decision.  If it was indeed the wrong one, she
would die knowing she'd do it again if given the chance.  Even after what
they had just done, she realized Chase was still her brother, and that was
the most important thing.  She knew the consequences weren't going to be
easy, but they were better than the thought having never loved him.  Her
heart was especially glad for Chase, who finally got to express the love he
had always felt for his sister.
   Molly drifted off to sleep in blissful contentment, ready to accept the
assuredly complicated love life that awaited her.
   to be continued....
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Uncomplicated Ch 01