What Are Sisters For
By CanadianTease
(c) November 2005


"Jamie, could you help me get this darn necklace off?  I 
forgot I had it on, and I'm gonna be late for school."

Jamie was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, 
watching the news before leaving for work.  Heather had 
just run down the hall from her bedroom, and was now 
standing in front of him, reaching behind her neck in 
evident frustration as she struggled with the clasp of a 
thin gold chain necklace.  She was dressed in only her 
underwear - thin, white cotton bikini briefs, and a lacy 
semi-transparent half-bra that generously offered up her 
large, full breasts, just barely covering pink nipples that 
showed faintly through the translucent fabric.  Her breasts 
jiggled slightly as she wrestled with the necklace.

"Um, uh, yeah, sure, Heather - here, just, uh, just turn 
around..."  She was standing so close to him that he had to 
put his hands on her hips to move her back a little, to 
avoid pressing against the front of her body as he rose 
from the couch.  As she turned to give him access to the 
necklace clasp, he had to forcibly pull his gaze up from 
the enticing view of her rear, the thin panties stretched 
tightly over the contours of her voluptuous hips and firm, 
round bottom.  She held her hair up as he fiddled with the 
necklace.  The smooth skin of her shoulders and the nape of 
her neck was warm; she smelled fresh and clean.  He tried 
not to notice.

"There ... there you go."  He removed the necklace and 
handed it to her.

"Oh good, thanks!" she said, and gave him a hug.  She 
pressed the entire front of her body to him; he felt her 
warmth against his loins and the firmness of her breasts 
pressing into him, and was aroused in spite of himself.  
Then she ran back down the hall to her bedroom to finish 
dressing.

He sat back down, trembling slightly.  He felt the 
familiar, insistent stirrings between his legs, and put his 
hand on his growing erection to quell it, but, of course, 
that served only to encourage it.  He didn't want to have 
an obvious bulge when she returned, so he got up and busied 
himself in the kitchen, cleaning up.

Heather reappeared in five minutes, dressed in a purple, 
form-fitting cashmere sweater, a denim skirt, and running 
shoes.  The skirt was tight, and ended eight inches above 
her knees.

"Gotta run, Jamie, or I'll be late for class." She 
gave him a soft, gentle kiss on the lips.  "You're the best 
brother ever!" she said, and disappeared out the front 
door.

Jamie sighed and went back into the living room and 
collapsed on the couch.  He surrendered himself to what had 
become routine for him: lowering his pants, he freed his 
aching, frustrated cock, and proceeded to stroke it slowly 
and gently.  He closed his eyes and moaned as he replayed 
in his mind the image of Heather in her tantalizing 
underwear, those tight, tight panties, and her breasts, oh 
my god those beautiful big breasts, that tantalizing bra!  
He worked his excited erection slowly, teasing it, 
tormenting it with thoughts of Heather's maddening body 
held just out of reach...  The pleasure of his orgasm was 
intense and sweet, but the relief it offered was only 
temporary; Heather was almost always on his mind, and 
arousing thoughts of her soon returned.

* * * * *

He wasn't actually her brother.  Heather's dad and Jamie's 
mom, both divorced, had married when the kids were young 
(she eight, he twelve), so they had spent the last ten 
years as step-siblings.  They had always gotten along well 
together, more or less; Jamie accepted his new sister after 
an initial period of resentment at having to share his 
mother's affection with a "bratty girl".  For her part, 
Heather had adored Jamie from the start - she loved having 
a big brother.  So, for all intents and purposes, they were 
brother and sister.

At least, this was the case for a few years.  Heather was 
always "cute", but her transformation into the kind of 
beauty that excites men started early.  By the time she was 
twelve her figure had already started to develop - her 
breasts were budding noticeably, her hips were wider, and 
her long legs, once skinny, had become graceful and 
shapely.  She was still a little girl, of course; but 
physically she was already fueling men's fantasies.

As for his part, none of this was lost on Jamie.  He had 
reached the stage were thoughts of girls and sex were a 
major preoccupation.  His hormones were raging, and he 
seemed to have a constant erection, which he worked over 
diligently in bed every night.  As he noticed the change 
that was taking place with his sister, thoughts of her 
gradually began to supplant the magazines he kept hidden in 
his closet as inspiration for his nightly diversions.  This 
was unfortunate for him, since he was a shy boy.  He was 
never able to develop relationships with girls in school 
that might have led to healthy sexual outlets, so his 
erotic fixation on his step-sister deepened and controlled 
most of his fantasies.  He never acted on these, however.  
To the outside world he was an affectionate, caring and 
protective brother; but inside, he was helplessly obsessed 
with her.

So passed their childhood years.  Eventually Jamie went off 
to college, and the separation from Heather seemed to 
provide some measure of relief for him.  He felt that 
finally he was going to be able to establish a normal 
emotional life, one that did not revolve around his sweet 
but tempting sister.  He dated several girls and was by no 
means a virgin, but his relationships tended to be 
unsatisfying or short-lived.  This was due, at least in 
part, to the fact that he would often think of Heather 
while he was making love with another girl.  One 
relationship ended abruptly when he cried out her name at 
the point of orgasm.

After graduating, he got a job as a tech writer with an 
engineering firm in the city.  He was able to afford a 
large apartment by himself, and for the most part was 
content with his quiet, solitary life.  Then, he got the 
call.

It was his mother.  The message was essentially this: 
Heather, who was now eighteen, had been accepted to the 
University.  She had always been a good student, and was 
eager to go.  The problem was money - they were strapped 
for cash at the moment, and really couldn't afford the full 
cost of tuition and residence in the dormitories, even with 
Heather's healthy scholarship.  But, said his mother (and 
he saw it coming before she said it), if Heather could stay 
in the apartment with him, then it would be possible - they 
could swing the tuition.  He's got plenty of room, and you 
know Heather, she wouldn't be a bother, she would help 
around the house, share with cooking and such, the ideal 
roomie.  Besides, said his mother (and she lowered her 
voice to a whisper, which was odd since there was no one 
else in the conversation), they'd feel better if Heather 
were with him there in the city, at least for a while.  "I 
don't know if you've noticed," she said, "but your little 
sister has become quite an attractive young lady.  We'd 
feel so much better if she were where her big brother could 
keep an eye on her, at least until she's a bit more grown 
up."

And so, it was decided.  There was a part of him that came 
close to protesting that he didn't feel it was a good idea 
(which from the point of view of rationality and concern 
for his emotional stability it wasn't); but that brief 
flicker of good sense was instantly swept away by a rush of 
excitement.  His heart raced, and he surrendered to 
feelings of sweet anticipation.

Over the next month before classes began at the University 
he raced around and got things ready for Heather.  She'd 
have her own bedroom (of course), and it only took a couple 
of pieces of furniture and some window drapes to make his 
guest bedroom decent and comfortable for her.

And then one day she was there.  Heather, his sweet, 
affectionate little sister - Heather, his beautiful, 
voluptuous sister!  He'd seen her frequently since leaving 
home, but now seeing her here, in his place (their place), 
somehow added a dimension of intimacy, of possibility, that 
wasn't there when they were kids living with their parents.  
His feelings were confused, and he wasn't thinking clearly 
about what they were or where they might lead.  On the one 
hand, he felt like a responsible, protective brother, who 
would take good care of his little sister; on the other, he 
felt like a guilty kid in a candy store.

Heather was about five foot four, trim and very shapely.  
Her hair was honey blonde, with a slight wave, which 
gathered luxuriously about her shoulders when it wasn't 
tied back or up in pony tails, framing her pretty face in a 
garland of gentle curls.  She often had two narrow braids 
that hung down along her cheeks, or were sometimes pinned 
along her temples towards the back, giving the effect of a 
plaited headband.  At times, when she was being pensive or 
daydreaming, she would wrap a finger around a braid, or 
hold an end in her mouth, like a little girl.  Her green 
eyes were large and expressive, even without makeup, which 
she rarely wore.  She had a habit, when listening to 
someone speak, of lowering her chin slightly and gazing at 
the speaker intently from under gracefully arched eyebrows; 
and then, if her brilliant smile followed, the effect could 
be heart-stopping.  Many men, upon meeting her for the 
first time, were hard-pressed to remember her pretty face, 
because they were unable to get their eyes up that far: 
although she was trim and agile, she was voluptuous, with 
high, full breasts, a long, slender waist that curved 
gracefully out to ample hips, and a firm, rounded bottom - 
Jamie's high school friends had used to call her "little 
bubble-butt".  Her legs were long and shapely, with skin 
smooth and creamy as a baby's.

Now, Heather was not stupid; in fact, she was very bright.  
She knew very well that she was attractive to men, and 
enjoyed the effect she had on them.  But there was one area 
where she had a blind spot: namely, she was totally unaware 
of the erotic effect she had on her step-brother.  Over the 
years he had kept his frustrated sexual longing for her so 
well hidden that she never had an inkling of his true 
feelings - she was totally clueless about his obsession 
with her.  Never shy about her body, she displayed no 
reticence at all in hanging around the house in just her 
underwear or other scanty outfits.  Certainly not with 
Jamie - he was her brother, after all!  He would never 
think about his little sister in that way; he probably 
never even noticed what she was wearing...

Jamie understood this, and it added to his difficulties.  
He told himself that it would be a betrayal of trust if he 
behaved in any way other than as a solicitous older 
brother; but subconsciously a part of him was looking 
forward to being excited and tantalized by her once again - 
when she moved in, he was in trouble from the start.

* * * * *

When Jamie got home that evening Heather was already there, 
getting their dinner ready.  He got himself a beer and sat 
down in the living room to read the paper.  After a while 
Heather joined him on the couch while the pasta was 
cooking.  She still had on the cashmere sweater and denim 
skirt she had worn to school.

"So, how was school, Sis?  Classes OK today?"

She yawned and said, "Yeah, nothing really special today.  
Oh, wait!  Actually, something kind of funny did happen 
today!"  She swung herself around on the couch to face him, 
with her legs pulled under her, hands resting on her knees.  
Jamie put down his paper to listen.

"Remember that professor I told you about, the one I've got 
for English Lit.?" she said excitedly.  "You know, the one 
some girls told me was a real perv?"

"Ah.  Yes, I remember."

"Well," she said with a grin, "it seems he saw something he 
liked today."

"Oh?  And what would that be?"

She jumped up and grabbed a straight-backed chair and moved 
it to face Jamie, about eight feet away.  Then she sat down 
and grinned.

"So, what did he see?" he asked.

"This," she said.  Looking at her brother and biting her 
lower lip, she slowly crossed her legs.  In doing so, she 
lifted her right leg several inches higher than necessary 
as she crossed it over the left.  The effect was to give a 
brief but clear view up her skirt.  Because the skirt was 
so short, there was enough light to illuminate the crotch 
of her white cotton panties.  With her legs crossed, you 
could no longer see her panties, but shapely thighs were 
visible, far up the tight denim miniskirt.

"And then this, and this," she said, slowly re-crossing her 
legs to the right, and left, back and forth.  Each time she 
did, her panties flashed enticingly from between her legs.

"Wow," said Jamie.  "So, you bucking for an A, Heather?"

She smirked.  "No, silly," she replied, "I don't have to do 
that to get A's.  I just thought he deserved it, that's 
all."

"Why?"

"Well, because he was rude, that's why.  When I came into 
the lecture hall - it's one of those really big ones, like 
a theater, with lots of seats at a steep angle - when I 
came in at the back I had to walk down the aisle to get 
closer to the front.  The whole time I was walking down he 
was staring at me.  He stopped moving his papers around and 
just stared - I felt like I was naked!  Can you imagine?"

Oh, yes; Jamie could imagine that.  Jamie was imagining 
that a lot these days, as he watched Heather leave for 
school in tantalizing outfits guaranteed to tease cocks.

She got up and came back to the couch.  "So I figured, 
if he's gonna be that rude and make me uncomfortable, maybe 
I should do something to make him uncomfortable, too!  You 
know?"

Jamie nodded.  "So, you decided to give him something more 
to look at..."

"Right!  I walked down to a row that was right at his eye 
level, and sat down in a seat with no one in front of it.  
Then I gave him a little show."

"Could you tell if he noticed it?"

"Oh, he noticed, all right!  Whenever I crossed my legs he 
would stare and lose his place in his lecture.  It was just 
too funny!"  She giggled at the memory.  "Oh - then I did 
this!"

She jumped up and sat in the chair again, this time pulling 
the coffee table up close to it.

"I kept my legs crossed for a while - he kept looking up to 
see if I was going to switch again, so he could get another 
peek.  Then, one time when he was looking..."  She slowly 
lifted her left foot and rested it on the edge of the 
coffee table.  At the same time she parted her legs 
slightly - Jamie now had an unobstructed view up her skirt 
to the crotch of her thin, snug panties.  "I put my foot on 
the back of the chair in front of me, like this, and..."  
She picked up a pencil from the table and began to nibble 
at the eraser absent-mindedly, rubbing it idly between her 
pouting lips.  Then, looking into Jamie's eyes, she slowly 
gave the eraser a little lick.  "You should have seen his 
jaw drop," she said.  "He just about completely lost it."

Jamie tried to keep his cool during this demonstration, but 
inwardly he was suffering along with the flustered 
instructor.  He imagined the poor guy was feeling the same 
urgency between his legs that he was now.

"So, do you think that would really get him hot, Jamie?  Or 
did I make a fool of myself?"

"God, no, Sis!" Jamie exclaimed, a bit hoarsely.  "All of 
us guys would get turned on seeing that ... I mean, other 
guys, uh, guys that aren't..."

"Well, isn't that nice!" Heather shot back, feigning shock.  
"Are you saying that all you perverts enjoy looking up my 
skirt?"

Jamie froze, speechless.  Heather giggled at her brother's 
discomfort.  "Oh, Jamie, I'm just kidding you," she 
laughed.  "I know what you mean.  It's sweet of you to say 
I turn men on.  But of course not you, silly - you're my 
brother!"

She got up and winked at him, smoothing her skirt down.  
"Well, I think our dinner is ready - shall we?"

She headed into the kitchen.  Jamie gazed longingly at the 
seductive motion of her hips, then got up and followed.  He 
hoped she wouldn't notice the bulge that was pressing out 
through his trousers.  Later, in bed, that bulge grew 
again, fondled and coaxed in his eager hands, as he lay 
obsessing over Heather's tantalizing display.  The peeks up 
her skirt, her deliberate teasing, her taunting tongue - 
god, he loved it so much!  And every day his need for more 
was increasing...

* * * * *

Heather put the spoon in her mouth and slowly drew it out 
through pursed lips.  Turning it upside down, she licked 
from underneath, and pulled it down over her lathing tongue 
until it was clean.  She dipped it into the carton of 
chocolate swirl for another spoonful, and repeated the 
process, nibbling and sucking at the spoon, finally licking 
it clean.  Her motions were slow and almost trance-like as 
she ate, mesmerized by the music video they were watching 
as they sat on the couch after dinner.

Or, rather, the video she was watching - for his part, 
Jamie's eyes were glued to Heather's lips and tongue as she 
worked on her ice cream.  They were dressed for bed, he in 
his boxers and a t-shirt, she in a white nylon negligee, 
short and slightly see-through, with matching bikini 
panties.  She was sitting facing Jamie with her knees up, 
her face turned to the side to watch the TV.  As she 
watched, licking her ice cream, she absent-mindedly opened 
and closed her knees in time to the music, and Jamie was 
being teased to distraction by the repeated peeks he was 
getting between her legs.  He stared intently at the crotch 
of her panties each time her legs parted; he was sure he 
could just make out what was behind the translucent 
material, but the little flashing peeks were too brief to 
be satisfying.  Heather was oblivious to what she was 
putting her brother through, and didn't notice the hard-on 
that was almost escaping from his boxers.

The video ended, and Heather clicked off the TV.  Smiling 
at Jamie, she got up and took the ice cream container back 
into the kitchen.  Jamie took the opportunity to straighten 
himself as well as he could, trying to hide the effects of 
her unconscious tantalizing show.

"Hey, Bro, you want a little wine?" she called to him.

"Wine?  After your ice cream?"

"I know, but I just want a little before bed.  You join 
me?"

"OK, just a little," he said.

She returned from the kitchen with a bottle of white wine 
and two glasses.  She poured for them and sat back down on 
the couch.

"This is nice," she said.  "I feel very relaxed.  How about 
you?"

"Yes, me too," he lied.  He still was having to cover his 
lap with his hands.

"Actually, Jamie, there's something I've been wanting to 
ask you.  I need your help with something."

"Really?  Sure - what's up?"

"Well," she said hesitantly, "I'm not sure how to put this, 
but..."  She put her wineglass on the coffee table and 
turned on the couch to face her brother.  "Well ... OK - 
you know I've been sort of seeing this guy from school, 
right?  You know, Chris?"

"Yes, I think you said something about him.  Things going 
all right with him?"  Jamie was trying to be mature and act 
like a brother; but he actually was feeling a bit jealous.

"Oh yes, we ... get along real well.  I mean we really have 
fun together.  But sometimes I'm afraid that I ..."  Her 
voice trailed off, and she looked down, biting her lower 
lip.

"Afraid that you ...?" Jamie encouraged her to continue.

"Well, I really like him, and I want to be ... nice to him, 
but sometimes I'm afraid that I don't, well, that I don't 
know how very well."

Jamie just looked at her, not understanding.

"Oh, come on Jamie!  You know what I'm talking about, don't 
you?  I want to make him feel good - you know?  Feel good?  
The way a man likes to feel - down there?"  She indicated 
Jamie's lap, which he was still covering with his hands.

"Oh, wow!" Jamie exhaled, totally unprepared for this.  
"You mean you want me to tell you, to tell you ... god, 
Heather, I don't know!  You must have learned a lot about 
... about that, I mean you were one of the most popular 
girls in high school, you had lots of boyfriends!"

"Oh, I know, but I was just a kid then, and so were the 
guys I went with.  I mean, I never did, uh, it - you know?  
Well, not a lot of times, anyway.  I know people thought I 
was real sexy and stuff, but honestly, I never really knew 
what I was doing!"

Jamie took a swig from his wineglass, a big one.  This was 
not a conversation he ever thought he'd have.  "Well, 
you're right about that," he said.  "I mean about guys 
thinking you were sexy, they all wanted to go out with you.  
No, wait, I don't mean that you weren't actually sexy, I 
mean you must have been, must have known something, uh ..." 
He was falling all over himself trying to say the right 
thing.

"You are so sweet, big brother!" Heather laughed, and took 
a sip of her wine.  "But believe me, I don't know anywhere 
near as much as you think I do.  Could you help me?  
Please?"

Jamie didn't know what to do.  "What do you mean by help?  
What could I do?"

Heather put down her glass and looked at him.  "You're a 
guy, Jamie.  You have to know what guys like - what you 
like.  I want to know how to ... to touch a man, how he 
likes to be touched and where.  Do I have to spell it out 
for you?"  She leaned forward on the couch and grinned 
wickedly.  "P-E-N-I-S - I want to know how to touch a guy's 
cock to make him feel good!"

"Oh god, Heather, I don't think I should do that!  I mean - 
Jesus, how could I possibly..."

He stopped talking when he saw what she was doing.  
Lowering her head and smiling up at him from under her 
striking eyebrows, her two index fingers were rotating in 
slow circles and gradually advancing on him.  She began to 
make a buzzing noise with her tongue.

"Tickle bee," she whispered, "the tickle bee is coming..."  
He laughed, in spite of his embarrassment.  Ever since she 
was a little girl Heather had been a tickler.  She 
absolutely adored tickling him when they were children, and 
getting tickled back.  Often she would tickle when she 
wanted something from him he didn't want to give, and here 
she was doing it again!

"Come on, Heather, don't be silly," he said.  But he was 
feeling a little silly himself because of the wine, and he 
felt the old hilarity rising, and shivers at her 
approaching fingers.  "Don't you do that, now come on..."

She pounced, pushing him back on the couch as her fingers 
found his ribs.  He exploded in howls of laughter as she 
gleefully attacked him, avoiding his hands as he tried to 
intercept her tormenting fingers.  She was lying on top of 
him, holding him down with the press of her body, while her 
hands darted all over his sides, digging into his most 
sensitive areas.  He was conscious of her warmth through 
the flimsy negligee, and felt her breasts pressing against 
his chest.  As she struggled to hold him down, the negligee 
rode up, and as he thrashed about trying to escape he found 
his hands grasping her bottom through the thin fabric of 
the bikini panties, and more than once as he tried to 
tickle her in retaliation his hands briefly cupped her full 
breasts from the side.  He was starting to become very 
aroused, but the tickling was driving him mad at the same 
time.  He twisted his body, and they both rolled off the 
couch onto the floor, laughing hysterically.  She 
maneuvered him onto his back and straddled his lap, pinning 
his wrists to the floor.  They were both laughing and 
breathing heavily; he could feel the warmth between her 
legs pressing against his crotch, and a good part of her 
ample cleavage was visible down the neckline of her 
negligee as she bent over him.

"Well, you gonna tell me, or do I have to ..."  In a flash 
she whipped her hands from his wrists back down to his 
ribs, and just pressed her fingers into him without moving, 
poised to tickle again if he refused her.

"OK, OK, I give!" he gasped.  "Just stop, please stop!"

"You sure?" she said, and gave him one last dig in his 
ribs.

"Yes, yes, I promise!  God, you are such a sadist!"

She put her head on his chest and remained lying on him for 
a few more seconds, panting, then got up onto the couch 
again.  He pulled himself together and joined her, 
straightening out his boxers, from which his aroused cock 
had come dangerously close to escaping.

They sat catching their breath for a while.

"Uh, so what do you want me to tell you, Sis?" Jamie asked 
finally.  "You don't mean for me to, like, demonstrate 
stuff to you, do you?  Like ... on me?"

She opened her eyes wide.  "No, I didn't mean that!  I just 
want you to tell me, or show me - wait!  I have an idea!  
Wait, don't go 'way."  She jumped up and ran into the 
kitchen.  When she returned she was carrying a large 
banana, looking very pleased with herself.

"See?  The perfect teaching aid!  Just the right size, 
and look, it even curves just like a guy with a hard-on!"  
She swayed a little on the way to the couch; they were both 
quite tipsy from the wine by now.

"So, do I do this?"  Holding the end of the banana in her 
left hand, she grabbed the top of the yellow stand-in with 
her right hand and began to jerk it up and down furiously.

"No, hold it, no!" Jamie interjected.  "You're going to rip 
it off him like that!  What you have to do, Heather, what 
guys really like, is to be very gentle.  Touch it lightly 
at first, with just your fingertips.  Take it slow - go 
very slowly..."

She nodded, and began to run her fingers over the yellow 
skin of the fruit, up and down from the "base" to the 
"head".

"Where you're touching, on the inside curve, would be the 
upper side.  Uh, I think with most guys it would feel 
better on the underside."

"Is that where you like it?" she asked.  She ran a single 
fingertip along the outside curve of the banana, lightly 
and delicately, very slowly, just below the tip.

Jamie blushed.  "Uh, yeah - it feels really good there."

The lesson continued, as Jamie explained to his eager 
sister just how she should stroke a man's erection, and 
where the most erotically sensitive areas are.  "Boy," she 
said, "sex ed was never like this!"  They both laughed, as 
she followed his directions, rubbing her hands up and down 
the banana, pretending to masturbate it.

"So, is this right?  What else do guys like?" she asked.  
"I want to know how to really turn them on!"

"Well, I ... uh, a lot of guys like to be sort of, you 
know, teased..."

"Teased?"

"Yeah, you know, that's when you kind of give a guy just a 
little bit of what he wants, but then you stop, to make him 
need more.  You can pretend you don't know what he wants.  
Get him frustrated, wanting it, make him beg for more."  
Jamie felt his heart racing; Heather didn't know it, but he 
was describing his nearly constant state when he was around 
her.

"Ooooo, that's naughty!" she cooed, licking her lips.  "Is 
that what you like, Jamie?  Do you like it when a girl 
teases your cock?  Does that get you hot?"

He blushed and stammered, causing her to giggle with 
delight and roll backwards on the floor, hugging her knees.  
The view he got of her bottom and between her legs, with 
those tantalizing nylon panties, added to the problem he 
was having keeping his hard-on from popping out of his 
shorts.

"It does, it does!" she laughed.  "I know Jamie's secret, I 
know Jamie's secret," she chanted in sing-song, like a 
little girl on the playground at recess.  "I'm learning all 
sorts of things about my quiet big brother tonight!  OK, 
show me more..."

Jamie was quite excited by now, and told Heather in detail 
about all the things he fantasized about having girls do to 
him, even if he hadn't ever experienced most of it.  He had 
moved back to the couch, and she sat on the floor in front 
of him listening raptly, excited and fascinated by what she 
was learning about male sexual pleasure.  After his initial 
embarrassment, he found he was getting a rush from this, 
like an exhibitionist exposing himself to an excited little 
girl.

After about an hour he looked at the clock.  "Oh gee, Sis, 
we better get to bed," he said.  "I have to go to work 
tomorrow."

"OK," she said.  "But first, would you like to see what my 
big brother taught me, 'Chris'?"  She took the banana and 
moved up to him on her knees, positioning herself between 
his legs.  "The next time we go out, you're going to get a 
big surprise..."  She took the banana and held it in her 
hands between Jamie's legs, curving upward like a stiff 
erection, just inches from the real hard-on that was hiding 
in his pants.  Then she proceeded to kiss it and flick her 
tongue up and down, mimicking the exciting blowjobs that 
Jamie had just described to her.  She never took her eyes 
from his face as she pretended to ravish his cock with her 
tongue and lips, ending by taking the end of the banana in 
her mouth and sucking gently.  Jamie was speechless, his 
mouth hanging open.  Heather laughed, and stood up.  
Turning sideways to him, she lifted her arms and stretched, 
yawning.  Light from the floor lamp backlit her, clearly 
outlining the swell of her raised breasts through the 
transparent negligee as she smiled down at her brother.

"Oooo the things I'm going to do to Chris when we go out 
this weekend!" she said.  "And, of course, I'll tell my 
wonderful teacher all about it afterwards - g'night, 
Jamie!"

She turned and tripped down the hallway to her bedroom.  
Jamie was beside himself with lust and frustrated desire.  
He staggered to his room and collapsed into bed.  The next 
hour was spent in tormented, delirious cock-stroking, 
intensifying and completing the number that his tantalizing 
step-sister had unwittingly done on him.

* * * * *

Jamie returned home from some shopping in the late 
afternoon on the following Saturday.  Heather wasn't there, 
but she'd told him not to plan on her for dinner, since she 
was going on a date with her new boyfriend.  He made 
himself an early supper from leftovers, and was puttering 
around in the kitchen cleaning up when Heather arrived home 
unexpectedly.

"Hi, Heather, I didn't expect..."  He did a double-take and 
his voice trailed off when he saw what she was wearing.  
She was all in pink in a cheerleader outfit: a pleated 
mini-skirt, close-fitting around her hips and rear, 
starting just below her navel, and extending with a slight 
flare to mid-thigh.  Above this, a top with three-quarter 
length sleeves, cut off to reveal her entire midriff - the 
hem went across the small of her back, and rose as it came 
around in front to pass just below her ample bust.  Her 
hair was tied up in pony tails, and she wore stockings.  
She was carrying a small stool.

"Well, that's an, uh, an interesting get-up, Sis!" he 
remarked, looking at her in wonder.

"Didn't I tell you about this?" she replied.  "We had a 
special session in my aerobics class at the gym today - 
strip aerobics.  Instead of the usual session, one of the 
girls in the class who used to be a stripper showed us some 
moves we could use while we were doing the usual exercise 
stuff.  So, "step" aerobics - "strip" aerobics!  Get it?"

"Uh huh - so that's why the get-up?"

"Yep.  She said we should wear something that was slutty-
cute, and this is what I came up with.  Like it?"  She did 
a little pirouette to show off her costume.

"Very pretty - and slutty!  Did you have fun?"

"Oh, yes, we had a blast!  We did all of the usual exercise 
steps, but we took off pieces of our costumes as we went 
along.  We were all pretty much naked at the end!"

"Uh, any guys in the class?"  He winked at her.

"Noooo, this one was girls only, you naughty boy!" she 
said, wagging her finger at him.

"Too bad - would have been interesting to see, for artistic 
reasons, of course!"

"Oh yeah, right!" she laughed.  She turned to head down the 
hall, but then stopped and turned to him again.  "Do you 
want to see a couple of the moves we did?"

"Well, sure, why not," he said, perhaps a little too 
quickly.

"OK, I'll do a little bit," she said.  "I can't do the 
whole routine, of course, because then I'd have to take off 
all my clothes, and I know that's not anything you'd want 
to see!"

Jamie smiled weakly and mumbled something inaudible.  
Heather positioned her stool in the middle of the room, and 
started to go through her usual aerobic routine, stepping 
up and down on the stool.  She was humming a tune that 
Jamie didn't recognize.

"It's better with the music," she panted.  "You'll just 
have to use your imagination."  As she continued, she began 
to add little flips of her skirt as she stepped onto the 
stool, or performed little jumps and twists on the floor.  
The first time she did this Jamie noticed with a start that 
she was wearing a black garter belt with her stockings, and 
sheer black panties.  The combination of the high-school 
cheerleader getup with the sexy garter belt was extremely 
erotic, and Jamie became immediately aroused.  It became 
worse for him when she raised her arms and performed 
several stretching maneuvers, leaning to the side or 
extending herself up on tiptoes.  When she did this, her 
abbreviated top rode up over her high, firm breasts - she 
wasn't wearing a bra, and two or three inches of the bottom 
of her creamy globes were exposed to his view, exciting him 
further.

After about a minute of teasing peeks up her skirt she 
loosened its belt, then reached behind her and lowered a 
zipper.  The skirt fell to the floor, completely exposing 
her garter belt and stockings.  Jamie's eyes were glued 
below her waist, as she executed little turning steps in 
time to her humming, giving him a view from all sides of 
her sheer black panties, stretched tight across her rear 
and clinging revealingly to her crotch.  On the outside he 
kept his cool, but inside he was going crazy.

Finally, she slowly ran her hands up her sides to the 
tantalizing little top, and began pushing it up to remove 
it.  When her breasts were almost exposed, about halfway 
uncovered, she stopped, and pulled the top back into place.  
"Well, that's about as far as I can go without taking 
everything off!" she said cheerily.  "But you get the 
idea."

Jamie moaned to himself, his aching desire to see her naked 
once again frustrated.  She gathered up her skirt and the 
stool and headed down the hall.

"I gotta get moving now," she said breathlessly, "gotta 
grab a shower before my big date tonight!"  She winked at 
her brother and ran into the bathroom.

Jamie was left hanging in a state of intense arousal.  When 
she started he knew that it was only going to be a sample 
of her routine, a little taste, but he had become 
thoroughly hooked by her tease, and inwardly had fervently 
hoped that she would continue taking her clothes off and 
grant him the view of her delicious nude body that he'd had 
been craving for years, and which in his imagination had 
been such a tantalizing prod to his masturbation.  He 
walked back and forth in agitation, running his hand 
through his hair, moaning her name aloud.  Her performance 
had given him a full-blown erection, still rigid and 
insistent in his pants.

The sound of the shower running came from the bathroom.  
Hesitantly, he moved down the hall, drawn by the maddening 
knowledge that just on the other side of the door was his 
beautiful step-sister, naked and glistening, running her 
soapy hands up and down that incredible body.  When he had 
almost reached the bathroom he stopped short - the door 
hadn't been completely closed!  It was ajar about an inch, 
and provided an opportunity to peek inside.

Jamie was torn.  He knew it was wrong to invade Heather's 
privacy - but he was so excited!  His cock was rigid and 
aching, and he was absolutely dying to see her, to see her 
naked, to go crazy looking at her mouth-watering tits and 
between her legs and, oh my god, that incredible ass!  His 
will-power was no match for his lust - unzipping his fly to 
release his throbbing erection, he moved towards the door.

The sound of running water thundered in his ears, competing 
with the pounding of his heart.  He pushed the door open a 
bit more, to enable him to see the shower where Heather was 
splashing about, blissfully unaware of what he was doing.  
The transparent shower door was fogged with steam, so that 
he was able to see only a blurred image of her as she moved 
about under the spray.  He stroked himself as he watched, 
groaning with pleasure and frustration, tantalized by her 
indistinct moving figure, hoping fervently for a better 
view when she opened the shower door.  Finally the sound of 
water stopped. He held his breath and stopped stroking; his 
cock was rock-hard and vertical, trembling in its 
excitement.  The shower door slid to the side, and Heather 
reached around it to take a towel from the rack.  She did 
it quickly, and was drying the front of her body before 
Jamie had had an opportunity to get the view he wanted.  He 
kept watching - when she stepped out he was sure to see 
more, he just knew it.  But then she looked up, looked 
right at the door.  Jamie drew back in horror - oh my god, 
he thought, she's seen me!  Oh shit!

He hurried down the hall to his room, embarrassed beyond 
measure, kicking himself for what he had just done, and for 
being so careless.  If only he hadn't given into 
temptation, oh god, what's going to happen now?  He zipped 
up his fly and paced around his room, trying to figure out 
how he should act.

He heard Heather moving around in the bathroom, and he 
searched his mind frantically for something to say to her, 
some excuse.  Maybe she hadn't really seen him, so maybe he 
should just pretend to have been in his room the whole 
time.

The bathroom door opened, and Heather emerged, wrapped in a 
towel.  Jamie stepped out of his room at the same time, and 
tried to put on an innocent, nonchalant face.

Heather looked at him for a moment.  "Well," she said, "I 
know what you've been doing."

His heart sank.  He was caught, busted.  He felt terrible.

"You do?" he said miserably, not being able to find any 
other words.

"Yes, I do," she said.  "I mean, it's so obvious.  It must 
have gotten you awfully hot."  She pointed to his crotch, 
where his erection was still hugely evident.

"Oh, Heather, I'm so sorry, I feel terrible about this!  I 
... I hope you'll be able to forgive me!"

She looked at him blankly.  "Forgive you?  What's there to 
forgive?  I know boys like to do that.  You can't help it, 
can you?  Besides, I've known about your magazines for 
years!"

Jamie blinked and stared at her.  "My mag..."

"Sure!" she said with a grin.  "I knew all about those 
magazines you kept in your closet to jerk off to!  Do you 
still have them?  Actually, I guess these days you'd just 
find stuff on your computer, wouldn't you?"

Jamie was stunned - and relieved.  "Well, I suppose 
maybe..."

"Oh, don't try to deny it!" she laughed.  "Actually, I 
think it's kind of cute - you sitting at your computer, 
looking at pictures of hot girls, touching yourself and 
getting so hot and bothered!  It's probably good for you, 
too, seeing as you don't have a girlfriend these days.  Now 
tell the truth - you were in your room just now having 
'fun', weren't you?"

"Well,..."

The towel that Heather had wrapped around her wasn't very 
large, and just barely covered her torso, from the top of 
her breasts to the beginning of her thighs.  She reached up 
to brush a wet strand of hair from her face, and as she did 
so the towel dropped a bit lower, exposing the swelling 
curves of the tops of her breasts.  She took no notice, and 
cupped her hands over her breasts to hold the towel in 
place.

"Come on, Jamie, I know you, you like to look at sexy 
girls.  You do like to look, don't you?  You like to look 
and get turned on?"

Jamie just stared at her as she stood in front of him, the 
towel barely covering her, her breasts swelling around her 
cupped hands.  He tried very hard to contain his renewed 
excitement.

"Uh, well yeah," he said with a forced grin, "I guess I do, 
I do like to look at - at things like that."

"And when you do, it gets you all excited, doesn't it?" she 
went on.  "It gets you like that..." She pointed again to 
the bulge in his pants.  The towel dropped lower, and she 
grasped it against her breasts just before it reached her 
nipples.

Jamie moved his hands to cover himself.  "God, Heather, 
you're embarrassing me now!"

"Oh, don't be embarrassed, silly!" she said.  "It's 
perfectly natural for you to do that.  I'm glad my poor big 
brother has something to look at that gets him worked up 
and excited, and makes him feel so nice.  It does make you 
feel nice, doesn't it?"  She gazed at him with her big 
innocent eyes, her eyebrows raised in a question.

"Oh yes, very, very nice Heather.  It really does."

"Good!" she chirped.  "I'm glad!  And whenever you feel 
like doing something that makes you feel good, don't worry 
about your little sister.  She understands."

She smiled at him, then slapped her forehead, almost 
dropping the towel completely.

"Wow, I gotta get going, or I'll be late for my date!"  
She ran down the hall to her room, in her haste whipping 
off the towel just before disappearing inside.  Jamie 
closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, holding onto 
the brief image of her nude body he had just been treated 
to.  His mind was chaotic with mixed emotions, and he felt 
exhausted.

He made his way back to the kitchen and tried to finish 
cleaning up, but his hands were trembling so badly that he 
almost dropped the dishes.  He decided to leave it for 
later, and went into the living room to calm down.  He lay 
down on the couch and closed his eyes, listening to his 
heart, which was still beating rapidly.  After about five 
minutes, Heather came clicking down the hall.  She was 
dressed in a tight red dress and heels.

"Jamie, I need a quick opinion - for a hot date, should it 
be these..."

She stood in front of him and lifted her dress to reveal a 
pair of tight nylon bikini panties.  She turned around to 
afford him a view from the rear.

"...or these?"  In one swift motion she pushed down her 
panties, lowering the dress at the same time, then stepped 
into another pair that she was carrying with her, and 
pulled them up snuggly, lifting the dress again.  This time 
it was a black thong, just a tiny triangle in front, and 
invisible in back.  She stood in front of Jamie with the 
dress pulled up to her waist, awaiting his recommendation.  
He was almost catatonic, staring between her legs and all 
but drooling with lust.

"Those," he managed to say, "definitely those."

"Oh, good!" she said.  "I thought so, too, but I just 
wanted to make sure.  Well, bye!  Don't wait up for me."

She tossed the nylon panties onto the coffee table, then 
ran to the door and was gone.  Jamie groaned and almost 
sobbed in frustration.  He hastily pushed down his jeans 
and threw them aside, and reached for the discarded 
panties, still warm from Heather's sex.  For the next hour 
they were used to ravish and pleasure his desperate cock; 
he managed at the last moment to avoid soiling them.

* * * * *

The next day Heather was very quiet around the house - 
cheerful, but quiet.  She hummed snatches of tunes 
continually, and seemed very pleased with herself.  
Whenever Jamie caught her eye she smiled at him and winked, 
but otherwise didn't communicate much.  Just once during 
the day, as she walked passed him with some laundry, she 
went up to him and whispered, "You were so right!"  When he 
looked at her questioningly she just wrinkled her nose in a 
nasty grin and curled her tongue to her upper lip, then 
went about her business, giggling.  He was wracked with 
curiosity and jealousy, but was too proud to beg her for 
details.

Finally, as they sat on the couch later that evening, she 
relented.

"So, Teacher," she said coyly, "you interested in hearing 
how things went with your prize student?  Wanna hear how 
she did with her homework?"

He looked at her with a strained smile.  "You know I do, 
Heather.  Are you ready to tell me now?"

"Well, I don't know," she teased.  "It is rather personal, 
so maybe I should just whisper..."

She moved closer to him on the couch began to whisper in 
his ear descriptions of what she had done with her 
boyfriend the night before.  She told him about how she had 
followed his advice, how she had started by stroking the 
boy's cock with one finger, very slowly and lightly, 
teasing him to get him worked up and wanting more.  "It was 
so great," she whispered, "it was just like you said - he 
was moaning like crazy and begging me not to stop.  
Sometimes I did stop, just to get him going more, then I'd 
start again after he begged me."  Her whisper grew more 
excited as she told this to her brother, and she put an arm 
around his shoulder to get closer to him, and rested her 
other hand on his leg.

"You should have seen it, Jamie, his cock got really big 
and hard!  It felt so nice and warm in my hand, and I 
touched it just the way you told me to, up and down the 
underside, and teasing that little spot just below the 
head.  Ooooo, he got so hot when I did that, Jamie, he just 
couldn't stay still!  It was so easy to get him excited, 
and so much fun!  I'd touch him in those places you told me 
about, then stop and ask him if he wanted some more - he 
always said yes, and beg and moan.  It was so great!"

Jamie's erection grew steadily as he listened to his 
sister's erotic descriptions.  His eyes were closed, and 
his mind was filled with fevered images of his cock-teasing 
little sister as she worked on her boyfriend.  He could 
feel her hair brushing against his cheek as she whispered 
to him, and sometimes her lips touched his ear, giving him 
a sensual thrill that caused his erection to throb and 
twitch.  He was so excited, and so envious.

"I did it for a long time, Jamie, a real long time, keeping 
him right on the edge, just like you told me.  Then I let 
him do things to me - mmmmmm it was so nice, he knew just 
what to do, it felt soooooo good!  I felt like I just 
couldn't get enough, I never knew I could get my legs 
spread that wide."  Jamie stopped breathing for several 
seconds, straining to capture that image in his overwrought 
mind.  "I'm afraid I didn't last long, I guess since I was 
already so excited by what I had done to him!  So I went 
back to work on him, since he hadn't come yet, and was 
still big and hard.  This time I used my mouth on him, just 
like you explained to me."  She went on to describe in 
breathy detail the long, drawn-out blowjob she had 
inflicted on her boyfriend, tantalizing and teasing him 
cruelly, until she had finally pushed him over the edge.  
"He spurted buckets, all over the place!  It was so messy, 
but so much fun!  You could probably hear him in the next 
town when he exploded!"

Heather stopped whispering to her brother, and sat back on 
the couch.  Her pretty face was flushed, and she was 
breathing rapidly as she straightened her hair.

"Whew!" she said.  "I didn't mean to go on like that!  I 
just got so excited thinking about it that I guess I got on 
a roll and couldn't stop.  Hope I didn't embarrass you, 
Jamie."

Jamie could barely speak.  He took a small couch cushion 
and put it in his lap to hide his rigid hard-on, and did 
his best to smile.  "No, its fine, Heather, don't worry.  
It sounds like you paid attention to your lessons, all 
right."

She grinned.  "Glad you think so," she said.  "You're a 
good teacher!"  Then she said good night and headed off to 
bed.

* * * * *

That night Jamie had trouble sleeping.  His mind was filled 
with maddening images of Heather and the scene she had 
described to him in her tantalizing whisper.  He moaned 
with jealousy and frustration as he imagined himself in 
place of her boyfriend, being driven mad by her gentle 
hands and exquisite cock-teasing, and oh! - just imagine 
how her mouth and tongue would feel, flicking and swirling 
mercilessly all over his cock, barely touching it, 
tormenting it!

His erection had not abated, and he started to stroke.  He 
was masturbating more often now, at least once a day, 
sometimes more.  But tonight his cock was like a sullen, 
unquiet animal.  It was troubled and dissatisfied, and 
didn't want simply to be pleasured and put to rest.  It 
wanted more excitement.

He got up and wandered around the apartment, not knowing 
what to do with himself.  There was a full moon, and pools 
of cool light shone on the floor and furniture.  He drank a 
glass of water, and then started back toward to his 
bedroom.  Looking down the hall, he saw that Heather's 
bedroom door was open.  He moved toward it, hesitantly, 
fighting an inner battle as he went - he shouldn't do this, 
this isn't right, don't invade her privacy!  The moon was 
streaming through the bedroom window, and the sleeping girl 
was fully illuminated in her bed.  She was on her back, 
with her arms resting on the pillow, stretched over her 
head.  As usual, she had worn to bed just a t-shirt and 
cotton bikini panties.  The shirt was swelled out with the 
thrust of her breasts, and even from across the room Jamie 
could see her nipples pressing out through the thin fabric.  
He lost his battle; moaning softly with aching desire, he 
moved into her room and went to her bed.

He looked down at her, holding his breath, fearful of 
waking her.  But her breathing was audible and regular, 
indicating that she was deeply asleep.  Her mouth was 
partly open, her head turned slightly away from him.  Her 
arms on the pillow gave the impression of being held down, 
as if her wrists were bound, and she was struggling to free 
herself.  The t-shirt was slightly too small for her, and 
the size and shape of her lovely breasts were clearly 
delineated.  Her legs were extended straight toward the 
foot of the bed, spread somewhat apart.  The firmness of 
her bottom caused her pelvis to be slightly raised, so that 
her panties were stretched tightly over the well-defined 
curve of her pubic mound.

Jamie gazed on her in growing lust, and pushed his boxers 
down to the floor.  He was now standing naked over the 
adorable girl, his rigid, throbbing erection hovering 
inches from her voluptuous body.  The erotic image of his 
engorged penis so close to the object of its lust caused 
him to moan softly, and he imagined he could almost hear 
his cock speaking urgently to him, yes! yes! that's what I 
want, that's what you need!

Surrendering completely to temptation, he kneeled down 
beside the bed and reached out for Heather's breasts.  He 
touched very hesitantly at first, testing for any sign that 
she might awaken.  Her breathing didn't change, so he was 
emboldened to caress her further: with his throbbing cock 
standing stiffly erect as he knelt, he cupped both his 
hands over her delicious globes, and moved his palms gently 
all over her bust, from the sides inward, up and down, 
squeezing to feel their wonderful, firm elasticity.  They 
were warm in his hands, and he pressed from the sides, 
feeling their voluptuous weight, and massaged her erect 
nipples with this thumbs.  He was fascinated with those 
nipples, so pert and hard even in sleep; he gently played 
with them with his fingertips, pinching them slightly to 
make them harder, feeling through the thin fabric of her 
shirt the texture of the aureoles that surrounded them.

His excitement was growing as he touched her, even as the 
rising guilt he felt about what he was doing was nagging at 
him.  Gazing at her lovely face, he began to stroke his 
greedy cock, while he slowly reached down between her legs 
to gently caress her sweet vulva through her panties.  He 
could feel the texture of her sparse bush, and lower down 
the warm, moist crevice of her girlish labia.  He moaned 
with frustration as he fondled her and stroked himself, for 
he knew deep down that he would never be able have this 
delicious girl, his sister, his sweet, tantalizing sister, 
this young, voluptuous body that was driving him crazy now 
as he touched and fondled, and as he teased his own cock to 
greater and greater desire and need.  The mixture of lust 
and frustration, of pleasure and taunting denial was 
maddening and intoxicating, and he never wanted it to end!

But finally he could take no more - sitting back on his 
heels he grasped his cock and balls in both hands and 
stroked unrelentingly.  He exploded in orgasm, the sweet, 
urgent pleasure fusing in his mind with the image of 
Heather lying tempting and vulnerable before him.

Wiping the sperm from his stomach and chest with his 
shorts, he staggered back to his own room.  He lay in bed 
staring at the ceiling, deeply ashamed of what he had just 
done; yet he was driven to masturbate once more to the 
memory of it, before he finally fell asleep.

* * * * *

The next day, as he and Heather rushed about getting ready 
for their day, Jamie watched her face closely for any sign 
that she may have been aware of what he did in her room 
during the night.  There wasn't any; she was her usual 
cheerful self, and obviously had no idea that her brother 
had groped and fondled her for his masturbation enjoyment.

For that is what it was, he told himself after she had left 
for school.  I used my sister's body as a sex object, just 
to get my rocks off!  Yes, a little voice in his mind 
whispered to him - and you loved it, didn't you?  He 
groaned, realizing it was true - he had loved feeling her 
tits and pussy like that, just loved it!  Next time maybe 
he could get his hands under her clothes to touch the real 
thing, maybe he could take his hard cock and...

Oh my god! he thought to himself in despair.  What kind of 
monster am I turning into?  First I spy on her in the 
shower, then I jerk off while I feel her up!  She's my 
sister, my little sister - ohhhh but she gets me so hot!  I 
need her so much, my cock needs her!

He thought that perhaps he should try to get help, from a 
counselor or a psychiatrist - but he knew that this would 
never happen.  He would never do anything that might get in 
the way of the dark, secret pleasures he was having with 
Heather.  She was driving him crazy with lust and 
frustration, and he was being led deeper and deeper into 
dangerous temptations - but he didn't want it to stop.  He 
had known that something like this would happen when he 
decided to let her move in, that his life might become an 
erotic torment.  It was just something he'd have to learn 
to deal with.  It was torture - and he loved it.

* * * * *

A few days later they were sitting on the couch after 
dinner, and Heather was doing her usual thing with the ice 
cream carton.  She did it a lot (she liked ice cream), and 
Jamie never tired of watching her pink tongue do its work.  
She was wearing the same t-shirt and panties she'd worn the 
night he played with her as she slept, and this was helping 
to keep him in a pleasant state of arousal.

"You know, Jamie," she said as she twirled her tongue 
around the spoon, "I don't think you really believed me the 
other night."  She dipped into the carton for the last 
dollop.

"Hm?  What do you mean, Heather?" he asked, taken aback.

"When I told you about what I did with Chris - I don't 
think you really believed I did all that."

"I believed you," he insisted.  "Why would you think I 
didn't?"

"Well," she said, giving the spoon one last lick and suck, 
"you were real quiet, and you said something sort of lame 
about my doing good on my lessons."  She put the empty 
carton on the coffee table, and sat back with her elbow on 
the back of the couch.  She rested her cheek against her 
fist and regarded her brother.  "So?" she challenged.

"I believed you, Heather, really!  You must have seen how 
interested I was in your story."

"Well, I'm not convinced," she said.  "I think you were 
just trying to be nice."

Jamie threw his hands up, exasperated.  "I don't know what 
else I can say to make you believe me," he laughed.  "I 
give up!"

"You don't have to give up," she responded with a grin.  "I 
have a plan."

"A plan."

"Yes, a plan.  The way I figure, if you were somehow able 
to actually see me and Chris together - well, seeing is 
believing, right?"

"You want me to watch you and Chris make love?"  He was 
incredulous.

"Well, not everything," she said, a little embarrassed.  
"Just the part where I ... use my 'lessons'."

"So let's see," he said sarcastically, "I walk into the 
room and pull up a chair, and I say, 'Oh, don't mind me, 
just carry on with what you were doing.  Nice weather we're 
having, by the way...'."  He shook his head.  "I don't 
think so, Sis!"

She scowled at him.  "Think you're so smart, don't you?  
Well listen to this, Mr. Smartypants - can you think of 
something I have in my room, that you have in yours, too?"

"A bed?"

"Besides the bed - something you get a lot of use out of, a 
lot of ... pleasant use."

He frowned, puzzled.

"Something," she continued, "that takes the place of 
magazines."  She grinned at him, a challenging smirk.

"Oh," he mumbled sheepishly.  "The computer."

"Right!" she said, clapping her hands.  "And what does my 
computer have, and yours too, that could be used to see, 
uh, things?"

His eyes widened.  "Heather, you don't mean..."

"Yes!" she interrupted.  "The webcam!  It's perfect!"

"I don't know," he said, rubbing his chin, "that might be 
kind of..."

"No, listen, listen!" she interrupted, "it would be so 
easy, I have it all figured out!  All we have to do is get 
it set up with the instant messenger thing and hide the 
little camera somehow, then you can just watch on your 
computer!  Get it?"

Jamie thought about it, and started to get interested - 
more than interested, he was getting excited.  "So you 
would just bring him here?  What about me?  Wouldn't it be 
awkward having me here?"

"Yes, that's why you won't be here.  At least that's what 
I'll tell Chris.  I'll tell him you're out doing something, 
but you'll actually be in your room, being very quiet.  
We'll only be here for as long ... well, as long as it 
takes.  He's not going to sleep over or anything."

"And what about Chris," Jamie asked, "don't you feel a 
little, well, sneaky, doing this to him?"

"It's only going to be for this one time," she protested.  
"Besides, it's for my 'education'."  She winked at Jamie.  
"The more I learn about this 'subject', the better it will 
be for him.  Anyway," she continued, "if he found out about 
it, I have the feeling he'd get off on it."

So Jamie agreed to go along with her plan.  After a little 
experimentation they managed to get the computers 
communicating with instant messenger, with the output of 
Heather's webcam appearing on Jamie's computer.  Heather 
put the cam on a chair next to her bed, and covered it with 
a shirt, with just the lens peeking out.  They arranged the 
chair so that when Heather kneeled on the floor beside her 
bed, Jamie had a perfect close-up view of her head and 
shoulders from the side on his monitor.  Their preparations 
made, they waited for the weekend.

* * * * *

"Come on in here, lover, it's more comfortable."

Jamie got off his bed and hurried to the computer when he 
heard Heather's voice coming from the speakers.  It was 
about 11:00 at night, and he had been dozing, waiting for 
Heather to bring her date home to start the show, or what 
they had been calling her "final exam", or her "orals."

He heard some indistinct sounds of movement and shuffling 
around, then what sounded like passionate sighs.  He 
assumed they were kissing.  Heather had assured him that 
she would get Chris maneuvered toward the bed as quickly as 
she could, so there shouldn't be too long to wait before he 
could start checking out her technique.

Sure enough, after a minute or two he saw blurred images of 
legs pass across his screen, followed by the bright splash 
of Heather's red dress.  She was wearing the same dress as 
she had on their first "hot" date - she told Jamie that 
Chris liked it; it turned him on.  Small wonder, thought 
Jamie, she looks like a total slut in it!

When the movement on the screen settled down, Jamie saw 
Heather very clearly, stripped down to her bra and panties, 
on her knees between Chris's legs as he lay back on the 
bed.  She looked into the camera briefly and winked, then 
busied herself with Chris.  Jamie realized that she was 
pulling his trousers down to his ankles, followed by his 
underwear.  He got closer to the monitor, starting to get 
excited - she's really doing it, he thought to himself, I'm 
actually going to see her do it.  He lowered his boxers, 
and set to work on his growing erection.

Heather was true to her word: she had learned her lessons 
well.  Chris's sighs of pleasure came through the speakers 
as she began to caress his cock, slowly and deliberately, 
taking care to tantalize him with brief touches around his 
most erotically sensitive areas, running her fingertips up 
the underside of his member and stopping just before she 
reached the ultra sensitive spot below the head.  She 
giggled when he begged her not to stop, and placed a 
delicate little kiss on that center of pleasure, then 
continued dancing her fingertips all around it.  Chris 
groaned in a mixture of ecstasy and frustration, while she 
went happily on with her cock-tease, wicked and 
unrelenting.

Soon Jamie's moans were joining Chris's, as he watched 
Heather tormenting and pleasuring her boyfriend's cock, 
wishing fervently that it were his.

"Do you want to feel my mouth," he heard her say, "would 
that feel good, honey?"

"Oh my god yes!" Chris panted, "please, oh god yes!"

"Are you sure?  Do you want more of this?"  She delicately 
traced the tip of her tongue up the underside of his shaft 
to the head, where she softly flicked from side to side 
just below the rim.  Looking up at Chris, she pouted and 
took little nibbling sucks on the head of his cock, 
allowing her lower lip to gently massage the underside, but 
always quick, brief, tantalizing.

Jamie was now stroking his cock in earnest, terrifically 
excited by Heather's coy oral treatment of Chris's cock, 
and aching with envy.  But then she did something that 
drove him almost mad with lust and frustration.  As she 
worked on Chris's enflamed penis, licking, sucking, 
squeezing and teasing it to death, she looked straight into 
the camera and gave Jamie her full attention.  As her 
tongue fluttered rapidly on the cleft under the swollen, 
purple cock head, she winked and raised her eyebrows as she 
stared out at the camera.  Her meaning was simply to 
indicate to Jamie that she wanted him to pay attention to 
what she was doing so that he could give her his opinion of 
her technique later.  But to his inflamed imagination her 
gesture was a maddening taunt - it said, "How'd you like me 
to do this to you - think you'd like this?  Just think 
about how it would feel - think about it a lot!"

Still looking into the camera, Heather held Chris's cock 
upright in her hand and began to lick gently all around the 
head, and gave it little sucking kisses.  At the same time, 
she lightly stroked his balls with her fingernails.  Chris 
was gasping and moaning in ecstasy at this treatment, but 
Heather kept her eye on the camera.  She bit her lower lip, 
then rounded her lips into an "ooooooo".  Her intent was 
simply to let Jamie know that the little trick he had 
taught her was really working - listen to Chris, Jamie!  
But the message Jamie got was again a mocking taunt: "Ohhhh 
isn't it driving you crazy to watch this?  Betcha know just 
how it feels!  You need it so much, don't you?  Aww, too 
bad it's for my boyfriend, not for you..."

Jamie knew that Heather didn't mean what he was imagining, 
but her facial expressions were so maddening, and excited 
him so much, that he allowed himself to be sucked into the 
illusion that she was actually taunting and frustrating him 
deliberately.  He loved how it made him feel, and he teased 
and tantalized his own cock to intensify the torment.

After a while Heather decided that she'd shown Jamie enough 
to pass her "final exam".  She winked and waved goodbye to 
the camera, then stood up to get onto the bed.  Jamie's 
view was now of her knees and thighs, and he watched as she 
pushed her nylon panties down her legs.  She tossed the 
panties on the chair, deliberately covering the lens of the 
camera.  Jamie's view was now just an amorphous blur of 
white, but Heather had forgotten the microphone, so that he 
could hear her as she joined Chris on the bed.  He knew 
that Heather was now going to start fucking her boyfriend 
in earnest, and that made him sick with jealousy.  But he 
couldn't bring himself to turn off the computer, so he sat 
back in his chair and closed his eyes, slowly stroking 
himself as he listened to the sighs and moans of the couple 
in the other room.  Amidst the sounds of passion and 
pleasure he made out Heather's voice - "You like me on top 
like this, honey?  This turn you on? ... Ooooo yes, suck 
them, ohhhh Chris, that feels so good! ... Oh yes, right 
there, ohhhhhh don't stop, don't stop, oh god, oh god, 
yesssss..."  Finally, Heather's cries as she reached 
orgasm, followed quickly by Chris's moans of pleasure and 
release.  After that there were muffled sounds of talking 
and affection as they got dressed.  Soon they were gone, 
and Jamie was alone in the apartment once more.

He turned off the computer and got into bed.  He was 
tremendously excited, and masturbated desperately, 
whimpering, seeking relief from the lust and frustration 
the scenes he had just witnessed had caused him.  He was 
agitated and exhausted, his mind a confused tumult of 
jealousy and lust, of indecision and desperation; he was a 
mess.

* * * * *

Jamie hadn't heard Heather come in.  Even though he had had 
trouble falling asleep, he evidently finally managed to 
drift off before she got home.  He got up late in the 
morning, but she was still in bed.

He made coffee and some breakfast, and tried to read the 
Sunday paper.  He put it down when he realized that he was 
re-reading the same sentence over and over.  His 
concentration just wasn't there - images of Heather's oral 
sex tease totally consumed his brain.  He had masturbated 
several times during the night to the memory of her 
performance, but it still held him - if anything, he had 
become even more obsessed.

Heather finally appeared at about noon.  She shuffled into 
the kitchen to get some coffee (Jamie always made enough 
for both of them), then went into the living room.  She was 
still in her usual sleeping attire, t-shirt and panties.

She yawned.  "Hi, Bro.  Unnnnhhh, I'm so sleepy!  You sleep 
OK?"

"Not bad," he lied, "considering I had an interesting 
interruption last night."

She giggled.  "It really worked, didn't it?  We pulled it 
off!  So, what'd ya think?  I did good, right?  Just like I 
said?  You proud of your prize student?"

"You were incredible," he said.  He was trying very hard to 
be up-beat and cheery with her, even though he was roiling 
inside, in utter turmoil over his lust for her.  "You were 
very hot - Chris is a lucky guy."

She grinned and ran over to the couch and plopped herself 
down next to him, squeezing his arm affectionately.

"It was so much fun," she said excitedly, "especially since 
I knew you were watching.  So kinky!  I really wanted to 
show you that I had been paying attention to you when you 
were telling all that stuff about guys.  Did you see all 
the things I did?  Everything worked just like you told me 
it would!"

Jamie smiled weakly, trying to match her enthusiasm.  But 
having her pressed up against him as she was, in her 
tantalizing underwear, was taking its toll on his ragged 
emotions.  He felt himself getting excited once more, but 
in his present state this was more upsetting than arousing 
to him - he was rapidly approaching the limits of his 
endurance.  He didn't know how much more he could take.

Heather didn't notice any of this.  She chattered away 
happily, unaware of the distress she was causing her 
brother.  She took one of his hands and held it in front of 
her, palm upward.

"Did you see when I did this?  It was sort of what you 
talked about, but not exactly..."  She lowered her head to 
his hand, and proceeded to flutter her tongue back and 
forth along his index finger, mimicking what she had done 
to her boyfriend's penis the night before.

Jamie closed his eyes and groaned.  It was the last straw.  
The weeks of unrelieved sexual excitation he had 
experienced since she moved in with him, the tantalizing 
displays and unconscious teasing, not to mention the deep 
obsession he had developed for her as he watched her grow 
into a tempting young girl, finally became too strong to be 
suppressed any longer.  The dam burst.

"Heather!  Stop, please!  For god's sake, stop!"  He jumped 
up and stumbled away from the couch.

Heather looked at him in shock, frightened.  "Jamie, wha - 
what did I do ...?"

He was in total anguish, almost sobbing.  "Do you have any 
idea what you've been doing to me, how you've been making 
me feel?  Do you?"  He was pacing up and down across the 
room, wringing his hands, and running them through his 
hair.  "You have been driving me crazy, absolutely fucking 
crazy!  Can't you see that?  Oh my god, Heather, the way I 
feel about you - don't you ... do you have any idea how I 
... oh god, I am so fucked up!"

He turned to face her.  "I'm so sorry, Heather, it's not 
your fault, I am just so messed up - I have really screwed 
things up!"  He continued pacing, getting more upset.  "All 
the time we were kids, ever since you grew into that ... 
that incredible body of yours, I have just been so hot for 
you!  Oh, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be saying this to you, 
Heather, but it's the truth!  I've been in love with you 
for as long as I can remember - no, that makes it sound so 
pure, so nice - in lust with you, Heather, I've been in 
lust with you!  I can't count the number of times I've 
jerked off thinking about you, thinking about how badly I 
wanted to touch you, to make love to you!  Oh I know it's 
not right, you're my little sister, almost my sister 
anyway, and I shouldn't think about you like that - but I 
just can't help it!  And here, having you here, seeing you 
every day, seeing you like that, almost naked in front of 
me - ohhhh Heather it's been driving me nuts!"

He continued pacing.  "My god, when I think of some of the 
things I wanted to do with you, some of the things I almost 
did!"  He couldn't bring himself to tell her about actually 
fondling her in her sleep, or peeking at her in the shower.

He stopped in the middle of the room, looking down at the 
floor, slowly shaking his head.  "Oh, I have really messed 
things up now, a total fuck-up - Heather, I shouldn't have 
said anything - I'm so incredibly sorry, Sis - just ... 
just forget I said anything..."  Without looking at her he 
grabbed his jacket and quickly walked out the door.

Heather sat frozen, her mouth open, her eyes wide, staring 
straight ahead.  She was totally stunned, in shock.

* * * * *

Jamie caught a bus downtown.  He didn't know what to do - 
he just wandered around aimlessly, feeling miserable.  He 
walked across the campus of the University, then up the 
hill through the park, trying to think things through.  
What a mess he'd made of things!  He'd ruined his 
relationship with his sister, he was sure of that - after 
what he'd said to her there was no way he'd be able to 
redeem himself in her eyes.  This made him so sad, because 
he really did love her.  Why did he have to be this way, 
why was he such a perv?

Night fell, but he felt no desire to return home.  Walking 
along the boulevard he passed a strip-club, and went in for 
a drink.  Maybe if he got turned on watching the girls here 
it would take his mind off his troubles.  He got a whiskey 
at the bar and sat down at a table to watch, hoping to get 
excited.  He didn't.  As the girls taunted and teased, 
slowly removing their clothes, the other men around him 
were breathing heavily and drooling, but he was unmoved.  
None of the girls interested him - except for one.  She was 
starting to get to him, and he settled back, becoming 
aroused - then he realized with a start that she reminded 
him of Heather.  In despair, he got up and left.

He knew that he had to go home eventually.  He was dreading 
seeing Heather again, but he had to face the music 
sometime, so he might as well get it over with.  Even worse 
was the thought that she'd probably left - he realized that 
that was more than likely.  She's gone back to Mom's, 
she'll tell her all about what a perverted jerk Jamie has 
turned out to be - they'll probably never speak to him 
again.  He was feeling very depressed.

* * * * *

It was late when he arrived home.  The apartment was quiet 
and dark - so she really has gone, he said to himself.  
Alone again.

He was too upset to eat, but he felt grungy from wandering 
around all day, so he took a shower and went straight to 
bed.  He didn't bother with pajamas - he just crawled into 
bed naked and miserable.  He lay staring at the ceiling, 
reluctant to attempt sleep, knowing that his thoughts would 
keep him awake, tormenting him.  Finally, he sighed and 
reached for the light - but stopped when he heard a faint 
knock on the door.  Surprised, he raised himself on his 
elbows and listened.

"Jamie?  Can I come in?"  After a moment the door opened 
slowly, and Heather peeked in.  "Is it OK?"

Jamie was surprised and apprehensive.  "Yes, I ... I guess 
so."

Heather moved shyly into the room.  She was wearing a white 
terrycloth cotton bathrobe.  "Hi," she said.

"Hi," he answered.  Then, "Oh, Sis, I'm so sor..."

"No, Jamie, stop," she interrupted.  "I'm the one who 
should be apologizing to you.  I've been so stupid, so 
incredibly stupid!  Stupid and blind."

She moved further into the room, holding her arms.

"I had no idea, Jamie, really I didn't!  And when I think 
back to the way I acted with you, and the ... the things I 
did around you - oh, Jamie, I'm so sorry!  It must have 
been so difficult for you."  She lowered her arms and 
opened her hands, entreating.  "I would never do anything 
to hurt you or be mean to you on purpose!  You know that, 
don't you, Jamie?  You're my brother, and I love you so 
much!"  She looked towards him earnestly, almost pleading.

She moved to his desk chair and sat down facing him.  "All 
these years," she continued, "and I had no idea you felt 
that way about me!  When we were kids it never occurred to 
me to think of you as ... as a boy.  Other boys used to 
like touching me, and it was fun getting them excited, but 
it never entered my mind that you might have feelings like 
that, too.  Oh, man, was I dumb!"  She struck her forehead 
with the palm of her hand, and shook her head in disbelief.  
"And then when Mom suggested that I come stay with you, I 
didn't want to at first, 'cause I thought I'd be imposing - 
come on, Mom, I said, he doesn't need to have his little 
brat of a sister barging in on him!  I was so afraid you'd 
resent me for being a burden."

She got up and started pacing the room, with her hands on 
her hips, shaking her head.  She smiled ruefully.  "When I 
think of the way I paraded around in front of you wearing 
practically nothing, and the things I'd talk to you about  
- and now knowing how you really felt - oh god, I just want 
to die of embarrassment!"  She blushed and covered her face 
with her hands.  "Here I thought I was just the silly 
little sister, chattering to her big brother as if he was 
one of her girlfriends - and I now I find out that what I 
really was, was a nasty little tease!  'Cause that's what I 
was, wasn't I Jamie?  A nasty little sex tease - I didn't 
mean to be, but I was."

Jamie broke in.  "Oh, no, Heather, don't say that!  You 
didn't know."

She was silent for a few moments.  Then she looked at him 
and smiled.  "But I do now, don't I?  In the past few days 
I've learned all sorts of things about my big brother.  I 
really want to make it up to you for making you suffer so 
much.  I want to show you how sorry I am, and how much I 
love you."
 
She got up and walked behind the chair, resting her hand 
lightly on its back.  "You know, Jamie, you are really a 
very good teacher.  You've taught me quite a lot about ... 
about what men like."  As she was speaking, she began to 
untie the sash of her robe.  "And about what you like..."  
She stepped out from behind the chair and opened the robe, 
letting it fall to the floor.  Jamie stared at her, shocked 
beyond words.  She was dressed in a very short, bright red 
negligee, sheer and transparent, and a pair of black 
stockings, held up by a lacy black garter belt.  "I went 
shopping today," she said softly, smiling.  "Do you like 
it?"  He was unable to speak, but he didn't have to - a 
bulge was rapidly becoming visible through the thin sheet 
that covered him.  Heather noticed.  "Oh, yes," she purred, 
"I'd say you like it.  I'm glad - it's for you."

Running her hands sensually up the contours of her body, 
she slowly moved to the bed.  Smiling at her brother, she 
grasped the sheet and slowly drew it down, uncovering him 
completely.  His cock was fully erect, extending upward 
along his stomach, rigid, quivering.  Biting her lower lip, 
she shook her head gently in admiration.  "Oooooo," she 
cooed, "my brother is such a beautiful man - just 
beautiful!"  She bent down and gently kissed him.  He 
moaned as she slowly ran the tip of her tongue back and 
forth between his parted lips.  She smiled and sat down 
next to him on the bed.

"And all this time I thought I was just a silly little 
sister - but what I actually was, without knowing it, was a 
silly little cock-tease.  Is that what I am, Jamie?  A 
little cock-tease?"  She reached up and untied the neck of 
the negligee, letting it fall from her shoulders and down 
her arms, exposing her full breasts almost completely, but 
stopping just short of their tips.  She smiled at him 
seductively, and licked her lips.

"You poor boy," she cooed, "suffering like that."  She 
began to run her fingertips along the inside of his thighs, 
caressing gently, moving ever higher, but slowly, slowly.

"Seeing your little sister in her little frilly underwear, 
lying all over the place with her legs spread - that was so 
nasty of me!"  Her hand had reached his crotch, and she 
began to manipulate his balls, making slow circles around 
his scrotum with her fingertips, lightly, delicately.  "And 
I guess some of those little t-shirts I wore were pretty 
revealing, don't you think?  Did that tease you too, Jamie?  
Did it?"

He was speechless, overwhelmed by the sight of her 
voluptuous body, tantalizingly displayed to him in the 
loosened negligee, and the maddening sensations of her hand 
on his balls.  He moaned, and looked at her pleadingly.

Her fingertips were now gently flicking back and forth 
along the ridge on the underside of his shaft, moving 
gradually higher, getting closer to his center of pleasure.  
"And last night - oh my, that must have been just torture 
for you to watch!  Did you like seeing me do those things 
to Chris?  You were wishing that I was doing it to you, 
weren't you?  He was getting all that pleasure, but all you 
could do was pretend it was you - awww, poor Jamie!"  She 
looked at him with a little pout.  "How can I ever make it 
up to you?"  Her fingertips were now lightly brushing along 
the sides of his cock, missing where he needed to be 
touched by a fraction of an inch.

Jamie groaned, in an absolute agony of lust and 
frustration.  "Oh god, Heather, please, I - ohhhhh..."  She 
put a quieting finger to his lips.

"Shh," she said, "you don't have to say anything.  I know 
all about what you like, Jamie - you taught me, remember?"  
She smiled and blew a little kiss towards him.  "I'm going 
to make my big brother feel sooooo good..."  She gently 
grasped his cock, feeling it warm and throbbing in her 
hand.  She looked at him, her eyes wide and innocent.  
"After all," she whispered, "what are sisters for?"  And 
then, lightly and slowly - very slowly - she began to 
stroke...

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