Surprise! My Sister is a Stripper

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Surprise! My Sister is a Stripper - Sunny Exposure  (MF F voy solo -
MF voy - MF inc exhib solo/mast)

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.




Part 2 - Sunny Exposure


My exposure to my sister's naked body, when I took her to a private
dancing job, had changed things between us, but I thought that we were
over that, and would be back to our normal relationship.  Neither of
us brought the subject up, and it seemed to be safely forgotten,
something that happened but wouldn't trouble us again.

A few months later, in the warmth of late summer, I stopped by Terry's
place for a quick visit. Terry's kid was staying with grandma, my
brother, or one of her friends all summer long, and so was almost
never home with mom. Her new boyfriend, Martin, was there, and I
hadn't had a chance to talk with him for long, as he was always busy.
I liked Martin much better than Jerry -- he had a job, didn't drink
too much, and acted like he loved Terry instead of being her owner.
When I knocked at the door, Terry asked, "Is that you, Alex? Just come
on in back, and don't mind how we're dressed."

That wasn't a lot of warning, though I knew that Terry often took her
top off. But since she'd mentioned both of them, I imagined that it
meant more than that, and it did. They were lying on lounge chairs,
naked in the sun. Martin said, "Get naked, enjoy the sun, and grab a
beer."

Since I hadn't reacted with an instant hard-on from seeing my sister
naked again, I figured it wouldn't be too embarrassing. And it would
be impolite not to do it, since they'd already seen me. I was a little
more worried about stripping in front of him, a near stranger, than I
was of getting naked with my sister around, even though we had come
very close to doing much more than just looking at each other. But I
did it, taking my clothes off and making a neat pile on the ground
near a chair. I then grabbed a beer and lay back on a lounge chair. We
had started talking about the weather, our family, and general things
when my sister noticed that I didn't have a dark tan and had rather
large white areas which were now exposed.

"If you don't do something about those white whale spots, you'll burn,
bro. Here, let me put some lotion on you."

She did that, coming over by me, smiling as she sat, open-legged, on
the edge of the chair next to me. I was lying on my back, sitting
somewhat upright, and I figured that she was teasing me deliberately.
But I couldn't be sure, especially with her boyfriend there. As she
put lotion on my chest and rubbed it over me, I started to relax. She
didn't seem to be doing anything specifically suggestive. When she got
to my thighs and groin, she seemed very casual as she applied the
lotion there, even when she splashed it on my dick and balls. She
rubbed them gently, and even stroked my dick softly as it got hard,
and she covered it with lotion and said, "I don't think you'd like it
if this got burned."

Then Martin added, laughing, "It can really hurt, trust me." He didn't
say anything about my hard dick and neither did Terry, so I tried to
relax and let her finish up. Despite Martin's presence, she seemed
willing to do more with my dick than just put lotion on it, to tease
me. She held it tightly in her hand and stroked it up and down,
putting a bit more lotion on and rubbing it in, then stroked my balls
and made sure that they were covered. I tried to keep any sign of
reaction to this out of my face, though I couldn't conceal how much my
dick liked it, and it twitched in response to her touches.

She went down my legs, then asked me to roll over. She rubbed lotion
over the backs of my legs and up my ass, letting her fingers push a
bit of it into the crack. She finished rubbing it on my back, and she
let her breasts rub against me a bit as she did that. When she said,
"All done," I rolled back over. She got up, looked me over, and said,
"I think I got you covered everywhere."

We lay in the sun, just relaxing and chatting, and I was feeling
comfortable, sun on parts of me which usually were covered. I drank a
few more beers, and my hard-on soon relaxed as well. I was feeling
safe and relaxed, and quite content to be able to be naked with my
sister without feeling much of the temptation which still came up from
time to time, especially when I thought of that night after the
bachelor party.

Suddenly, it seemed to me, Martin got up and said, "I have to get
going. I'll be back after work, love." He went into the house and left
us lying there in the sun. Soon, I heard a car start, and he yelled,
"Goodbye, nice seeing you!" and left.

That left me all alone with my sister, both of us naked in her yard,
relaxing in the sun. But I was still feeling nice and relaxed, and
wasn't too worried about the situation until Terry asked, "I could use
some more suntan lotion, if I'm going to get a good tan. Could you put
some on me, please, Lex?"

"How much, and where?"

"Just do it all over, just like I did with you. Don't skip anywhere, I
don't want to get burned."

Now, this had one immediate side effect, and being naked I couldn't
even conceal it from her. I got hard when she asked me this. My dick
twitched with my anticipation of touching her body. I didn't know how
she'd react, but as I moved over to her, hard dick in front of me, she
didn't say anything. I picked up the lotion and sat next to her, much
as she had near me, with my legs apart a bit to let her have a good
look. I wasn't sure where this teasing game would go, but for the
moment I was willing to play a bit with her, and I figured that I had
enough self-control to resist doing more than teasing.

Terry hadn't lingered on my nipples much when she put lotion on my
chest. But her breasts were larger than mine, with more sensitive
exposed flesh, so I spent more time rubbing hers and even covering her
nipples, which quickly hardened. I caressed her sides and belly, and
her hips, covering them with lotion as I moved to her groin. I didn't
really think that her slit, even without hair covering it, was at too
great a risk of burning, but her kind actions on me seemed worth
returning. So I squirted some lotion right on her clit, then rubbed it
up and down her inner lips before pouring a little bit more over the
entire area and rubbing all around, in her trimmed pubic hair, then
down between her legs. I couldn't exactly duplicate the effect she'd
had on my dick, but I decided that I should try, even though it wasn't
exactly the same, so I grasped her clitoris gently between my finger
and thumb and rubbed it gently up and down.

Terry breathed a bit harder but didn't say anything as I did this. My
dick got even harder as I did this, and I started to worry that I was
letting this get beyond mere teasing of my sister. I didn't want to
get carried away. However, as she wasn't showing any signs of reaction
other than physical arousal, with her clit extending a bit and her
breathing getting faster, I felt that I was still in control and safe.
Besides, she had teased my dick at least this much. I hadn't yet
"stroked her balls", even though, in her case, I didn't think that
lotion would be needed there at all. But, if she didn't complain about
it, I'd be happy to tease her there. Thinking about this, as I felt
her clit grow between my fingers, my dick got even harder. I was
certain she could see that, since she didn't close her eyes as I did
this, though I had closed mine.

I used two fingers and rubbed around the edges of her vagina, then
pushed in a bit, stroking around her hole in a circle. There was
plenty of wetness there, and I didn't bother pretending to put lotion
in. Pushing my fingers all the way in, rubbing them inside her for
about a minute, before I withdrew them slowly. Despite this attention,
Terry was still lying back in the chair and acting just as though this
was a normal part of my putting suntan lotion on her. I picked up the
lotion bottle again and poured out a little bit more on her clit, then
rubbed it up and down her slit again. I figured I was going beyond
what she did to me, but I was starting to wonder just how far she'd
let me go with playing with her like this.

I decided that, if she would let me massage her clit for three minutes
without asking me to stop, asking for more, or in some other way,
other than orgasm, suggesting that I was doing more than protecting
her sensitive parts from the sun, that I would be done with this
teasing. Tickling when we were younger was a game we liked, teasing
each other. We played it with rules, and often did it with one or both
of us naked, with the three-minute rule applying to our turns.
Genitals were off-limits in most of these games after she was eleven,
when it was turning into sexual play instead of teasing, tickling
touches. I wasn't going to tell her this was a teasing game, but, as
soon as I decided this, I could feel my dick relax a bit. I could
resist the temptation to do more than just tease, even such serious
teasing as this. A feeling filled me, joy and desire, and I felt that
if I spoke, I could ruin this moment. It would take so little to
change this from a game, a bit of sibling rivalry, into hot sex. I
dared not ask her if it was OK for me to handle her body this way. If
she said yes, my resistance would melt, and it wasn't that solid.

Stopping also wasn't an option. My memories of our youthful play,
touching each other without restraint, but also without the experience
to truly bring the heat of desire alive, drew me on. Her pussy had
little more hair on it now than then, but it was far more enticing.
The sunlight on it, highlighting her tattoo, directed me to my target.

I still had my watch on, and I had checked the time when I started to
rub her clit. I had resumed my grasping stroke, but this time I rubbed
even harder and let it roll between my finger and thumb, letting my
other fingers stroke her lips all around it. I put a bit more lotion
on about two minutes through my teasing, and I could feel her jump up
a bit as I did so. But she didn't say anything or even spread her legs
further apart to give me better access. Her breathing got a little
faster, and her nipples got very hard, but she gave no hint of any
reaction other than the physical response to my touch. As the time got
closer to my limit, I started thinking about putting my mouth on her
clit and sucking it in. Unlike our earlier situation, my own organ was
safe from a counterattack by her. The lotion might be a little
distasteful, but I hadn't tried it yet. Given that she and her
boyfriend did this often, I doubted that it would be all too bad.

When the three minutes were up, I slowed my strokes, then released her
clit from my grasp. Terry looked at me, turning her head and staring
at my dick, but still didn't say anything. I poured out a bit more
lotion and started again on her slit, but this time I continued to
push it down between her legs, then along her inner thighs. I
proceeded to cover her legs down to her toes in lotion, then asked her
to roll over. She did, this time spreading her legs out a bit on the
chair, which gave me a wonderful look at her soaked, lotion-covered
pussy. I took time to taste the lotion from my fingers, and it had a
coconut-like flavor, with a bit of oil but not too bad. It still had a
bit of flavor from her pussy, as well, and I sucked on my finger a
minute, to wet it, I rationalized, before I continued to put lotion on
the back side of her.

My trip up her legs was enjoyable to me for the view, though I was
tempted to linger behind her knees, which was about the only spot I
knew could make her react when I tickled her. I did run my fingernails
across there long enough to make her jump, but she quickly relaxed,
apparently able to resist this, leaving just one place where I knew I
could provoke a response. As I got up to her ass, I decided that I
could risk tickling her "balls" from behind, even though she had not,
though with my legs together she couldn't reach them, so I didn't
think that it counted. Besides, she could have closed her legs if she
didn't want me to put more lotion between them, so I figured that she
was asking for more. If not, she could "cry uncle," and let me win our
contest.

I didn't go right there, of course. I poured a bit of lotion on the
crack of her ass, then rubbed down it, and even spent a whole minute,
by my watch, pressing my fingers around her anus. Terry wasn't looking
toward me and couldn't easily do so without getting up, so I didn't
mind that this increased my own arousal, since she wouldn't know about
it. Both hands stayed on her body, though, as I didn't want to risk
pushing my own temptations higher by exciting myself. I then rubbed
both of her cheeks with the lotion before pouring another blob of it
between her legs. I put it low enough that it dripped off and down to
her pussy. My fingers followed it, rubbing her slit, catching her clit
between my fingers again, and then, with my other hand, I pushed two
fingers into her vagina.

Having seen her put her whole hand inside, I decided to spend a minute
slowly adding fingers and seeing if that would be enough to make her
stop this game. Three fingers weren't enough to do that, and I pushed
them in and out for 15 seconds. Four fingers made her wriggle her
butt, but she didn't otherwise react, and I used them for another 15
seconds. Then I put my thumb in and was surprised that she spread her
legs apart a bit wider and moaned a bit. But she stifled that noise
quickly, as though she was trying to resist giving me a sign that this
was getting to her.

I pushed harder against her and felt my knuckles become enclosed by
her flesh. It was tempting to do more, but I noticed that my limit of
60 seconds was approaching. I slowly withdrew, but, thinking that she
might someday be in a position to retaliate, I spent another minute
stroking the outside of her vulva, though I skipped her clit on this
excursion, stroking around it.

I then moved to her lower back, sides, upper back, and up around her
neck. With her legs spread, I had to put one leg between hers, and
that let my hard cock relax against her back, which I didn't mind. I
then said, "You're done now. I think I covered every place on your
body too, sis."

She spoke for the first time since I began my teasing with the lotion.
"I think you did, too." She looked at my hard cock and told me, "We
should lie down and just relax here in the sun for a bit. If you're
feeling horny, though, you could go inside and fix that thing."

That was a challenge for sure. _Could I stay out here with her and let
my arousal subside to the point where I could put it off until later?_
I was sure that she could survive without release, as females are
blessed with a bit more durability in their sexual parts. But I felt a
bit of manly pride, that I could touch her as I had and let my will
overcome my physical desire. Or something like that. I lay down on the
lounge chair next to her and tried to relax. It was a pleasant, sunny
day, and I was well covered with lotion. I got up and got us each
another beer, and it turned out that it didn't take all that much to
relax me, at least the physical parts of me.

My mind was racing as I lay there. Coming down from the high of
arousal, I started to worry. _Why had I touched my sister like that?
Why had she touched me, and with her boyfriend there to watch? OK,
maybe he couldn't see exactly what she was doing, and didn't realize,
but he knew that she was not avoiding my cock. And why had Terry let
me touch her pussy, arousing her and me, even letting me put my hand
partly inside her, without saying anything?_

My next fear was that, if I let myself fall asleep, I'd awaken with my
cock buried in her mouth or with her riding me. She was lying there,
eyes closed, possibly sleeping. I could imagine myself going over to
her and kissing her nipples and her pussy, then slowly starting to
fuck her. If I could think of that and not run away in shock, what was
she thinking? I didn't have the excuse that she was drunk and horny
after getting turned on for three hours. I thought to myself, _How am
I going to be able to explain this to mom if she found out? 'Mom, it
wasn't my fault. She started it, grabbing my dick and getting me
turned on. I had to get her back for that, it was only fair.'_

I didn't think that would go over well. This wasn't like when we were
kids, and we'd hit each other a little bit or tickle each other. Of
course, mom didn't know about us tickling each other while we were
naked, but we stopped that game when we started noticing that genital
tickling didn't provoke laughter, but a very different, pleasurable
response. This time, I had "tickled" her deliberately to produce
arousal and pleasure, and even was rougher on her than she'd been on
me.

My hard-on started to return from thinking these thoughts. All I had
to do to get rid of it and be safe was to go into the house and take
care of it. I could pretend I had to piss, and that would be a fair
cover for my activities. I could even do it right here in the yard.
The neighbors couldn't see anything, and, even if they could, I didn't
think Terry was worried about it, so I wasn't going to worry either.
But since Terry hadn't taken care of herself, it didn't seem fair for
me to do it, either.

I thought about how nice it would be to be with my girlfriend and tell
her about how turned on this afternoon had made me. And how nice it
might be to try "tickling" her as I had my sister. I just didn't know
if she could take the idea of something this close to incest.

How close had we come to doing that? I didn't know. I knew that I was
letting my physical desire think for me in touching her, but I hadn't
done anything to get myself off. We hadn't actually had sex together,
and even our earlier encounter hadn't really gone past each of us
masturbating with the other watching. Licking each other clean wasn't
exactly the same as sucking the come out of each other, and eating
each other. I loved my sister, but I wasn't in love with her. I didn't
feel a bit of desire to do more than play with her, and even that was
tempered by the restriction on not truly having sex together. I had
told myself that we hadn't had sex with each other before, a
rationalization which made sense to me at the time. We were just
playing, and sharing our joy together. Giving each other massages was
OK, wasn't it? I tried to tell myself that I was still a good brother,
that I had not crossed a line into the forbidden.

_OK,_ I thought, _what parts of today's situation were OK? What ones
could I tell my brother about and not feel bad about? Getting naked
together and laying in the sun? Not a problem. Rubbing lotion over
each other, excluding our genitals? Still not really a problem.
Putting lotion on my cock and her pussy?_ If that was all we'd done,
just put lotion on, I thought that I could deal with it. Nipple and
tit rubbing wasn't even a big deal, as I'd put lotion on her once like
that before. Stroking her pussy for at least five minutes, pushing my
fingers inside her, rubbing her asshole? Who could I talk to about
that?

Terry? She hadn't said a word about it. I thought about it, and
decided that I wouldn't either. Maybe she'd had something other than
just beer today and her inhibitions were down. If I ignored it, and
she did, it would be just like it hadn't happened. As for Maribeth, I
could leave that part of the situation out as well, and simply mention
how aroused I was by being with my sister naked and how much it made
me think about getting home to her.

That thought helped me to relax, and, as it was a lovely sunny day, I
let myself fall asleep. When I woke up, Terry was still sleeping and I
saw no hint that she had left her chair. Even her towel was still
under her as it had been. I got up to go to the bathroom, and my
movement woke her up. She came inside her house about a minute after I
did and told me, "Hurry up! All that beer is going to make me burst."
I couldn't hurry much, but I still left the door closed, and I
thought, _Why is the door closed for this, considering what we did
outside?_ But I didn't open it, and Terry didn't leave it open,
either.

It was getting late, and I hadn't planned to stay quite this long. I
was going to get together with Maribeth this evening to watch some
movies and screw, and, the way I was feeling, I thought I'd offer to
do the movie watching afterward, if we still felt up to it. I told
Terry that I had to get going, and she said, "OK, it was nice having
you over. You should come over again sometime while it is still sunny
and get your tan even."

With no mention of our sexual touches from her, I didn't say anything
about it, either. As I got dressed, though, Terry sat on the chair in
front of me and spread her legs, and she watched me staring at her
pussy. It was quite wet, and I could see her clitoris sticking out.
"Lying out in the sun like that gets my little pussy all hot! I hope
my man doesn't get stuck at work, or at a bar, or I'm going to have to
do something about it myself." Terry then giggled, and let her finger
run along her pussy. "From the shape of your jeans, I think you liked
it too!"

"It was fun, sis. But I think I can talk Maribeth into helping me out
with the problem."

I said goodbye and left, telling her that I thought Martin was a
really nice guy and that we might try this again sometime. When I got
home and called Maribeth up, and told her that I'd been sunbathing
naked with my sister and her boyfriend, Martin, she seemed interested
in hearing about it. When she came over, I told her the whole story in
bed. She listened without talking, but did notice my reaction. She was
surprised at how aroused I was over the situation. It was a very
satisfying evening for both of us, a full night of sex, no sleep.

But, when I asked her to come along with me the next time Terry
invited me over for a Saturday afternoon of sunshine, she said, "I
can't, not with your sister and you naked together. Or her boyfriend,
it would just be too, uh, weird. But maybe you can find someplace
where we could be alone, to get naked in the sun together."

"I'll see what I can do. But I don't see why we couldn't hang out with
them, even if you didn't take your clothes off."

"If I came over, which I wouldn't, I'd get naked. Maybe, if it was
your brother and not your sister, it would be OK. I don't know why, I
like Terry, and maybe she might invite me over without you sometime.
But it just feels weird, the idea of you and your sister getting naked
together."

"We did it all the time when we were kids."

"And in that time, you never did anything?"

"What do you mean by that, anything?"

"You know, what we do when we get naked. Have sex? Or think about it?"

"Thinking is harder to control. But no, we've never actually had sex
when we were naked together. She is sexy, though. Besides, she has a
boyfriend."

Despite this, Maribeth didn't want to come along. I was thinking that
the last day in the sun was just an accident. I had even started to
wonder if we had really done that, or if I had just had an extremely
realistic dream. Neither Terry nor I had given any suggestion about
touching each other when we'd talked these last couple of weeks. We
hadn't mentioned that night after the bachelor party, either. Terry
had a regular day job now, and she hadn't mentioned taking a dancing
gig for a couple of months, so there wasn't a good reason to bring
that up. Mostly, I felt that our promise to stay silent was a good
idea. And not talking about this last situation was good, too,
especially if I had only dreamed it. When I got there, Martin and
Terry were already naked, and I quickly stripped to join them. When I
started to put lotion on myself, getting my cock first, Terry said,
"Let me help you out with that." I didn't want to be impolite and say
no, and I was curious as well. Would she repeat her earlier actions,
or just put the lotion on in a friendly, non-sexual sisterly way?

Her first action made me fear that she'd try something more, like what
I had done to her or beyond. She stood in front of me, spread her legs
apart a bit, and said, "How do you like my new haircut?" moving her
pussy close to my face to give me a good look at it.

She had her pubic hair trimmed into a small tuft, a triangle of short
hair with the point right above her slit. Her pussy was very moist,
not just from within but all over. Her clit was extended as well, and
she smelled very hot.

"It looks very pretty, sis."

"Martin just gave it to me today. And he was testing it out before you
got here."

"I could go away for a bit, and let you finish trying it out."

"No, Alex, you can stay," Martin said. "I'm sure I'll play with it
some more. Maybe she'll let me take the rest of her hair off, eh?"

"Besides, bro, he did finish once," Terry told me, and smiled. "But I
never run out, I can always take more."

When Terry moved to put the lotion on me, she was gentle and didn't
take that long at all. She did wet my cock and balls, and I did get
hard again. But she didn't linger there for even a minute, just long
enough to coat it and hold it tightly in her hand when it got hard.
Martin watched her doing this, unlike the last time when it seemed
like he just sipped his beer and relaxed in the sun. I was a little
worried that he might think we were going too far with this touching
while naked, but he just smiled as he watched her put lotion all over
me.

Then she went over by Martin and started to coat him with lotion
again, as well. She didn't seem to do it much differently that she had
with me, up to the point when she approached his cock. She turned to
me and asked, "Where's your girlfriend?"

"Maribeth didn't want to come. She is just shy or something. But maybe
I can talk her into coming over another time."

"I think Martin would like seeing her, maybe get to put some lotion on
her like this," Terry replied. She squirted the lotion onto Martin's
cock and stroked it up and down, using her other hand on his balls,
until it became very hard. She did this for a few minutes, and I
didn't remember to try timing it. I was quite excited, watching her do
this to her boyfriend in front of me. My sister didn't bring him to
climax, but stopped and put lotion over the rest of the front of his
body. She then got up, got all of us another drink, and we lay in the
sun.

Though I didn't touch my sister again that day, I was very excited by
seeing her naked and aroused. Maribeth noticed this as well, when we
were in bed that night. I wasn't sure what she thought about this
situation, and I wasn't really sure what I was feeling. Certainly
there wasn't anything wrong with getting a little turned on by a
beautiful naked woman, especially if she put her pussy in front of
your face. Even if she happened to be your sister, it was just a
natural physical response, not grounds for charges of deviation. But
Maribeth didn't say anything about it, other than to ask if I had
enjoyed myself, and she did notice the good tan I was getting,
covering up the tan lines that I had.

The next few weekends, we repeated this activity. Maribeth still
didn't come along with us, and, though I suggested finding a nude
beach to go to, she didn't want to be naked around other people. My
sister would show me her pussy, before covering me with lotion, and
the last time Terry put lotion on herself as I watched. We didn't talk
about the touching parts or how aroused we were. We talked about
sports, TV shows, movies, our families, work, but not sex.

The weather turned colder, and I didn't get a chance to enjoy the sun
with my sister for a while. But, when the weather turned warm again
and I had a three-day weekend, I went over there. Martin had to work
that Monday in the evening, but he was still there when I arrived,
both of them naked and enjoying the sunshine.

The start of our naked relaxation was very much like the last few,
with my sister gently putting lotion on me, though this time she spent
a couple of minutes on my cock and at least as long putting it on my
balls. I kept my eyes open and smiled while she did that, and I
noticed that Martin had gone off getting a drink or something. Before
he came back, Terry had moved down my legs, and I was flipped over
when Martin returned. I imagined that she wouldn't try any teasing
like this with him present, so I relaxed.

As she poured the lotion on my ass, Martin said, "Doesn't she do that
good? Your sister is a hot momma. If you weren't her brother, I'd slip
up behind her and stick my stick right up there. She's so wet, I can
smell pussy from here."

That talk got me excited, and it might have done that to Terry. For
whatever reason, she slipped one hand down between my legs and stroked
my balls, and the other one rubbed lotion over my ass cheeks, then the
crack. I didn't say anything, but I could feel my cock trying to push
its way down through the weave of the chair, and it succeeded. That
wasn't that comfortable, but I didn't want to move and reveal just how
much her touch had affected me. Especially, not in front of her
boyfriend. Terry had positioned herself so her body blocked his view
of what she was doing to me, but it exposed her behind quite nicely. I
turned my head to look, just to see what was happening. But I couldn't
get a good look at Terry without hurting my neck, and I didn't want to
stare at Martin or let him watch my face. I did see that his cock was
quite hard; apparently he was enjoying this show too.

Terry slowly stroked my balls and my ass, and slowly she pushed her
fingers down into my asshole. I felt one, two, three, and then,
finally, she tried to get four inside of me. Fortunately, her hand was
much smaller than mine, and more fortunately, she didn't try to push
very far in, or I would have had to do something about it. She stopped
after about a minute and slowly, gently, rubbed between my legs,
slipping both hands in to cup my balls, before moving back to my ass
and up my back.

As she finished, she said, "There, that should take care of you for
today. I thought you might like that, bro."

With Martin being hard, I decided that it might not be out of line to
reveal my own excitement. So I turned over and let my hard cock escape
from its plastic trap. Terry stood there and watched me for a bit, and
smiled.

Martin said, "Get over here, woman." She did that, sitting next to
him, then sliding onto his lap. I didn't see his cock enter her pussy,
nor did they make any motions which would reveal that action. But I
couldn't see the point of contact, either. The idea that they'd
actually fuck each other in front of me was exciting, but all that I
saw them do was kiss.

"Man, I love how your sister's pussy feels. She is sweet and sassy!
Did I ever tell you about the time we fucked at the rock concert? She
had a skirt on, nothing under it, and just pulled my pants open and
hopped on. We stayed that way the whole time, and she wouldn't stop,
not even when the kids behind us noticed and moved to look."

"No, she didn't mention that."

"When she used to dance naked, private shows you know, we'd fuck every
time on the way home. She'd even run out of the house naked and ride
home bare-assed, fucking herself while I drove along. She's done with
all that now, too much trouble for the money, she tells me."

Martin told several more stories about his love life with my sister.
Then he said, "It's too bad she's your sister, or you could get some
relief for that dick of yours. I guess you'll just have to take care
of that yourself." He laughed and said, "I think that I need some
relief, too. All this talk and fucking kissing has my balls ready to
pop." Then he said, "Woman, we need to get moving, or I'll be late for
work. Let's go inside and do it!"

"We could just finish up here."

"Nah, I'll need to get dressed and shower before work. Let's go!"

Terry got up, and I could see the cock slide out of her as she did
that. It was very wet, and her pussy was soaking. They both ran into
the house, and I lay back on my chair and tried to calm myself.

When they came out a few minutes later, Martin was dressed for work;
he said goodbye, leaving us alone. Terry was wet from a shower, but
still naked. The little patch of hair above her pussy lay against her
skin, and the drops of water covering her made her shiver. Her nipples
were hard, her pussy was moist, and I could see her clit extending
from her pussy. I didn't see anything dripping out from inside her,
but she looked flushed, as if she had been fucking, and I could
imagine that she had to be filled up, even if the shower had washed
some of it out.

"Ain't my honey fine?" Terry asked me. "I really needed that." She got
us both a beer, and we went into the yard to relax again. But, as she
lay back on her chair to drink it, she spread her legs apart, putting
them down to each side, and said, "Damn, I've washed the lotion off.
Could you be a darling and put some more on me?"

"Sure, no problem, sis," I answered. But my cock indicated that this
idea might be a problem, popping up and getting hard as I moved over
to her. With her legs open, I could move up onto the bottom of the
chair, straddling her. I did that, and, as I started to put the lotion
on her face and neck, my hard cock was pushed against her groin. I
didn't deliberately push them into contact, and I tried to act as
though the sensations I felt there didn't matter. Terry seemed to do
the same, letting me softly put the lotion on her face and cheeks,
around her lips, and down her neck with no sign that this was anything
unusual.

When I got to her breasts, I decided that I'd do each one for three
minutes. I stroked the right one first, covering the entire mound with
lotion, softly massaging it, then moving up to her nipple and catching
it between my fingers, still just soft touches, no hard pulls, for the
first couple of minutes. I kept my hands moving in circles down her
tit and all around it, slipping it down to her navel and back up
again. I grabbed her hard nipple between my fingers and pulled on it,
moving her tit up, using it as a handle. With the three minutes up, I
moved to her other tit and repeated the process. Terry kept sipping
her beer, watching me but not saying anything as I did this to her. No
objections, but no signs of encouragement. I didn't even notice any
particular look at where my dick and her pussy were, just inches
apart, a mere flashing moment from making contact.

I took my time stroking her belly, as well, softly rubbing her sides,
her navel, and her hips. I wasn't in a hurry to get to the next,
fateful stage in this teasing we were involved in. Moving down moved
my cock away from her pussy, but it still rubbed against her leg.
Terry moved her leg back and forth, slowly, and I felt sure that she
knew what it was doing to me.

I thought about stopping this before I touched her pussy. But I
couldn't resist it. I set a new goal in my mind: Five minutes on the
outside, five minutes inside, then five minutes on her hard, hot clit.
I wasn't sure if I could time it right, and I wasn't going to tell her
that I was going for higher stakes this time. If she came before the
time was up, which could happen, given how aroused she was already,
I'd stop if she asked me. Otherwise, I was going to tease her pussy as
mercilessly as she had once tickled me. Ordinary tickling wouldn't be
effective, but sexual tickling, trying to make her come, that would do
it. I owed her, I felt. She had been teasing me this afternoon, and it
was time to pay her back.

I took my time, slowly stroking her outer lips, down her inner thighs,
all over her pussy. I didn't stop long at her most sensitive button,
and I didn't let my fingers slide inside. I had spent more than five
minutes when I checked my watch, but I decided that it would be OK for
this part, as it was just the preliminaries. I moved to penetrate her
vagina. At first, I didn't add any lotion to assist her lubrication,
as it didn't seem necessary. I slowly thrust two fingers into her and
rubbed all around inside of her, still moving slowly and gently. I did
this for some time, speeding up, and let my other hand stroke her
mound and outer lips, keeping time with them both. I was enjoying this
sensation greatly, and it occurred to me that I liked it so much
because there was nothing to come after it. I was going to stroke my
sister and make her feel good, and that was all. My entire pleasure in
this would come from how well I treated her and my reaction, but not
her actions.

I poured some more lotion on her as I tried to add more fingers. I
could feel that her vagina was already stretched; it was rather wet
inside, and Martin's come came out with my fingers. I was getting
close to my time limit, though, and I wanted to see what she could
take without hurting her. Using four fingers didn't seem to provoke a
bad reaction, though her breathing got faster. Terry had her eyes
closed now, and she was lying back, letting me do this to her. I
rotated my hand back and forth, letting my fingers press against the
upper inside of her.

When the time was up, my other hand had already grabbed her clit and
was rubbing it. I switched hands, letting my hand, dripping with her
own lubricant and Martin's, take hold of her clit. I rubbed
vigorously, pulling on her clit, and she came. I could feel her body
shake, and she sighed harshly. But she didn't ask me to stop, and I
still had three minutes to go. I kept this action up, holding tight to
her clit, stroking it and using my other hand to stimulate the area
around it, then pushed inside her again using two fingers. I felt her
come again. She came a third time shortly after this and never said a
word, though she was breathing very hard. I noticed that I had gone
about a minute past the limit, and I just let my hands lie gently on
her pussy, no pressure, for a couple more minutes, as she relaxed.

I wasn't sure if I should continue. My own desire was strong, and I
thought to myself that I shouldn't be doing this. Terry had obviously
enjoyed it, but this wasn't just teasing, was it? But I didn't know
what to do, so I continued onward, as if this break was just part of
the process of putting lotion on her.

Grabbing the lotion bottle, I put a bit more on my hands, then covered
her legs with it. As they were hanging down the sides of the chair, I
had to reach down to cover them. I got up so I could cover her feet
with the lotion. I then said, "Time to turn over, sis." She did,
rolling over and letting her legs hang off the chair, and spreading
her ass and pussy in front of me.

I could feel my own excitement building. I knew what my cock wanted me
to do in this situation, and I wondered if Terry would stop me if I
tried to do it. I knew that she was a hot woman, not shy about sex,
and liked doing it. I knew that from when she was in high school. She
had told me about losing her virginity, and how great that was. She
had just fucked her boyfriend before coming out here by me, and still
had let me masturbate her to three orgasms!

But, my conscience reminded me, she was my sister. _Sister!_ Not some
random horny girl I bumped into. And not my girlfriend, who I'd like
to try doing this with. I think that she'd like that, playing this
kind of teasing game, knowing that I'd follow up my hands with tongue
and cock. But I couldn't do that with Terry, could I?

Fortunately, putting lotion on her came first, before making any other
decision. If she got a sunburn, it could really be painful. She was
well tanned, but her pussy still was at risk. I put lotion on her legs
and between them as I moved up to her ass. I was gentle in my
treatment of that; I only softly stroked the crack and didn't linger
long at all at her anus. I moved up her back.

Yes, I was going to leave her sweet, delicious pussy alone. My nose
wanted me to do more, it smelled so good, but I resisted. I couldn't
help my cock hitting her thighs, then her ass, as I moved up her back.
But I let it go, hard enough to hurt me as it pressed against her,
though it was enjoyable pain. I slowly covered her back, massaging it.
I reached her neck and she started to turn over. I said, "I'm not
finished yet."

Could I risk doing more with her? How far would she let me go? My cock
was rubbing against her pussy when I said that, and she lay down,
almost willing me to go ahead and stick it into her. I could feel her
wetness on the tip of my cock, and it pushed upward, trying to get
inside, to be free of the discomfort I was imposing on it.

Martin was right, of course. She was my sister. I could have done it.
I could feel it in my fantasies and dreams, thinking of doing this
with her. But, as I touched her, something made me stop. If she let
me, and I felt no sign that she was going to stop me, I didn't know if
I could handle being around her as my sister again. Teasing, even
rubbing her pussy, wasn't the same thing. I didn't know why she was
leaving it up to me to decide to do this, to avoid having sex with
her. Maybe she really wanted to do it. Or she was just so horny that
she didn't care. But I cared. I loved her, as my sister. My body
wanted her, but I could resist. I told myself that as I moved off of
her back and down between her legs.

On the other hand, I had rationalized touching her pussy. I knew that
this would be the last time that I would do this with her, and I
wanted to treat her as nicely as I could without going too far. I
knelt between her legs, giving me a good close look and sniff of her
pussy. I put both hands on her thighs and slowly stroked them,
catching her ass, then moving to the center.

I let one hand push into her, feeling her hot wetness. The other moved
upward and took hold of the soft, sensitive flesh that was exposed
there. I rocked back and forth, moving my whole body in rhythm with
the motion of my hands. I pushed my legs against hers as I stroked her
pussy until she came again. I didn't stop and kept this up for quite
some time. I didn't bother looking at my watch or thinking about
anything except making my sister come, and come, and either ask me to
stop or pass out from pleasure.

I hadn't done anything quite like this with a woman in a very long
time. I had used my mouth to give pleasure, but not just my hands. I
felt powerful holding her pussy, feeling it throb. I loved the feel of
her wetness on me, and the joy of her scent drove me on to make more
of it.

"Alex, I think I've had enough," I heard Terry say. She hadn't said
anything or done anything to suggest that this wasn't OK.

"OK," I said. I moved back away from her and over toward my chair.

Terry got up, a bit wobbly, and came over to me and hugged me. Then
she kissed me, a brotherly kiss but it was on the lips. Her tits
rubbed against my chest, and I was so sensitive that I wiggled under
her as she did that.

"You're going to need some attention or a doctor. I can't leave you
like that, bro," Terry said, looking at my hard cock and the veins
pumping on it. She was right, but I didn't want to let her do it. I
had resisted doing more with her, but I feared that she would not
resist with me.

And I was right. Before I could tell her no, she leaned over, put her
mouth on the head, and swirled her tongue around it. She softly rubbed
my balls with one hand, grabbed my shaft with the other, and rubbed my
aching, sensitive bits. While doing that, she moved her mouth up and
down the shaft. I was going to tell her to stop, but I could feel my
orgasm coming. Now, if she was a girl that I didn't know, I might have
said something. But I knew that she swallowed, and her actions would
guarantee that it would make it into her mouth. She pushed her mouth
down almost all the way, and I came. She held on until I finished,
then, as my orgasm subsided, she pulled up the shaft, pressing her
lips against it, letting her tongue flick from side to side. My sister
gently licked the tip, then all around it, down the shaft, and my
balls.

"I've always wanted to do that, Lex."

"I could have guessed that."

Terry looked like she might do more with me. But I couldn't take it,
where it might lead, if I let that happen. I loved my sister, and I
couldn't let my desire get in the way of that. Nor her desire, which
seemed stronger than mine.

"This was very nice today. But I can't do this. I love you, but you're
my sister. It is like the time after the party, when we got carried
away. I was pretending that this was just teasing, like when we
tickled each other when we were kids and you let my tickle your
pussy."

"I know. And you really tickled me good today," Terry sighed. "I'm
sorry, I'm such a horny bitch, I can't let go of a guy when I'm turned
on. And it's not like you're ugly or anything, bro."

"Thanks. Um, does Martin know about what we've done together here,
before? Or about the night of the bachelor party?"

"No. You better not tell him. Or anyone, OK?"

"No problem."

"Would you be OK with hanging around here naked, still? Martin might
wonder about it if you don't."

"As long as you don't touch my dick, or anything else, more than a
sister should. And I can leave my hands off you, OK?"

"Sure, Alex. Hey, did you ever tell Maribeth about any of this?"

"Nah. No, I wouldn't do that. She seemed to have a hard time dealing
with us just being naked together."

"All-righty, then. I could use a shower. How about you?"

"As long as we don't try it at the same time."

"Hey, bro, don't you trust me? I promise, no more touching, just
looking. You don't mind looking at this sexy bod, do you?"

"Not mind, but I can't help what my cock thinks of it," I answered.
"OK, I trust you."

We did that, a nice, relaxing, non-sexual shower. I got dressed and
went home.

That should have been the end of the story. I've tried not to dwell on
what happened with my sister. The impact this has had on my life has
been far greater than I expected. So much has changed in only a week.
With the weather turned cold, it was unlikely that I'd have a chance
to test my resolve with my sister, naked in the sun, until spring. Yet
here I am, lying awake in bed, unable to avoid such thoughts.

My mind keeps coming back to Terry. I know she said we wouldn't do it,
ever again. Why we won't, I don't know. I thought I knew when I asked
her, with my passion spent and social sense kicking in. I asked for
her not to touch me again, except in a sisterly fashion, but how
strong is my resolve? Pretending that it was all Terry's fault won't
cut it.

When she first touched me, after the bachelor party, I could have
asked her to quit it. When she held my dick in her hands, at her
house, going beyond a sisterly touch, I could have said Stop. There
was no desire in me to ask her to stop. My fear of her touch, going
beyond the limits forbidden us as children, only excited me.

At the end of our encounter, even after she had agreed not to touch me
again, she was glad that we had done it. "I really did want to do it,
long before this. We just never had the chance," Terry told me. She
said it, but it was my secret wish, though I couldn't tell her that.
As teenagers, we wanted sex. It was forbidden for us to do it with
each other, but we could look and talk. Looking at her was wonderful,
and I've thought of her naked, teenage body often since. Somehow, we
had avoided acting on those thoughts then. But we hadn't forgotten.

I felt no guilt over what I had done with my sister. Even here, in bed
with my lovely Maribeth and my thoughts drifting to the touch and feel
of my naked sister, I didn't feel guilt. Not for cheating. It didn't
count, not with my sister, who I had loved first. Not for incest. Not
even for thinking of Terry while I touched my lover, even as I
caressed her naked body, feeling her reality and my memories mix.

The Internet is full of information and stories about incest. There
are lots of free stories, some fantasies but others I'm not so sure
about. I've read a lot this past week, and what happened with us
doesn't seem unusual, perhaps not even wrong. No children will result
from our actions. We are adults, and no one else is going to be hurt
by our enjoying each other. It must be kept secret from others who
wouldn't understand, but I don't advertise everything I do with
Maribeth. Why shouldn't I show my love for my sister in whatever way
pleases her?

Yet here I lie awake, next to Maribeth, unable to sleep. We played the
"tickling game," touching each other much as I did with my sister,
except that, at the end, we fucked hard and long. She fell asleep,
sated, and I should too. I love her, and I am trying not to think
about my sister, whom I love as well.

Maribeth and I are going to get married. I didn't quite ask her;
instead, I said something like "I think we should think about getting
married" and her answer was, "That's a good idea. We've been
practically living together for a long time." That should make me
happy, except that the reason I brought it up was this: If I'm
married, then I can't fool around with my sister, it would violate my
marriage vows. As if it was really any different, without the promise,
in my heart.

The secret of my relationship with Terry is hard to keep from her, my
future wife, my love. If she kept such a secret, it would hurt me, so
I can't do less myself. Besides, I'm sure that sometime it would come
out. It may have already; Terry and Maribeth go out sometimes, and
Terry gets talkative when drunk. They get along very well, and
Maribeth told me that Terry will be her bridesmaid. My fiancee may
have more than a small clue about how I feel about my sister and what
happened between us. There is no way that she missed how turned on I
was after the sunbathing episodes. On top of that, today she told me,
"Next time you go by your sister's to get some naked sun, I think I
should come along."

Tonight's game brought out something else. I must have noticed this
before, but, when I touched Maribeth, it was so much like handling
Terry that I even called her by Terry's name. I didn't see my lover
react to that, so perhaps she didn't hear. Or she did and wasn't
surprised. They aren't identical, but they can share clothes,
including bras; if she dyed her hair and styled it differently, she
could pass for another sister of mine, same color eyes, similar smile.
I'm sure that I love her, but how much is due to her being like my
sister?

My sister's been invited by Maribeth to stay over at our place, now
that Maribeth's moved in, for a week while Martin's out of town. Her
kid is at my brother's place, so it will be just we three. Maribeth
says she wants a chance to get to know her sister-in-law properly,
like family. We are often naked in our apartment, even when not making
love. "Terry won't mind if we don't cover up, and you've seen her
naked before, so we can all be naked together, just as if we were
sunbathing," my fiancee told me.

Does my fiancee really know? If she does, will she stay and watch when
my sister or I decide that our promise isn't worth keeping? Would she
join in? If not, if Maribeth gives no hint that it is OK for us to do
more, will Terry keep her promise? Can I keep this promise, with my
lovely naked sister sleeping in my home, where we've been before and
gone past looking?

I imagine Maribeth saying, "Touch your sister, it won't hurt. I love
you, she loves you, don't worry about anything. We're all family now."

That would be so easy, wouldn't it? I haven't been able to bring
myself to ask Maribeth if she knows just how close my sister and I
have been lately. I've told her about some of what we did as kids,
naked together, even about the time we masturbated together, and it
doesn't seem to bother her. What bothers me is that I lied to her
about what I've done with Terry more recently. She seemed to believe
me, saying, "That's OK," about my being aroused by my naked sister.
However, she never intruded in my time alone with my sister and didn't
pry, even though I must have shown some signs of being upset, excited,
or whatever about it all.

When Terry comes for her visit, I won't be able to hide my reaction to
her, not if we get naked. I have no good reason to avoid nudity with
her. I'll ask Terry if it is OK to share our secret with Maribeth and
if she has already leaked it a bit. Maybe Maribeth will laugh and say,
"About time you got around to talking 'bout that. Let's play!"

Is that what I really want? It isn't safe, to open our relationship up
that way. I can't stop thinking about Terry, and Maribeth, and how
wonderful having them both would be. It's something to dream about,
and who knows, it might come true.

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