A Life Altering Experience by pointless (killallhippes@gmail.com) all feedback and comments welcome. (MF, inc, brother/sister)


He stared at his sister exiting the pool, water dripping from her thin, 
tanned body, glistening on her stomach and legs and causing her bikini 
top to cling revealingly to her small breasts accentuating their soft 
curve and taut nipples peaking as the cool air hit them.  Greg hated to 
admit it, but he was more aroused then he'd ever been in his life. His 
dick knew it as it hardened rapidly and strained against the confines of 
his shorts. Not that he needed his genitals to tell him what he already 
knew: his little sister was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

This wasn't a new revelation by any stretch of the imagination. He'd
known for what seemed like eternity now, but was in fact only a few
years. Ever since puberty little Rachel had been quickly heading down
the road to being the cutest girl in town.

At thirteen she'd already had grown men hitting on her. Not perverts,
real men with normal urges and no desire to get into a little girl's
pants. They couldn't be blamed. Even at the young age she had the body
of a woman twice her age. The only you could tell her age was to
listen to her talk. She may have looked like a twenty-year-old sex
goddess, but she sounded like a kid.

Of course, as the years went by that eventually changed. Her mind
began to catch up with her body and by the age of eighteen she finally
had the maturity to handle the gifts genetics and God had endowed her
with and it showed.

Rachel just radiated with confidence. She was charming. She was funny.
She was the perfect girl. All the boys in her high school would've
gladly done anything she asked if they thought they had even the
slightest chance of getting in her panties.

Even some of Greg's friends had expressed their interest in his little
sister. That all stopped once he busted a few heads. Not that he
didn't understand their desire. He understood it all too well. He
couldn't count the times he'd cursed God for making him the brother of
the only girl he really wanted in the whole world.

He was cursing God right now as he stared at Rachel as she wrapped the
towel around her body and made her towards where he sat on the back
porch. He wanted to look away, he really did, but he couldn't. Of
course, Rachel just smiled at him as she kept walking closer until she
finally reached the deck.

"Hey," she said in her usual cheery tone as she covered her eyes to
block the glare of the late afternoon, "I thought you had to work."

"Um, I did," Greg said hoping she wouldn't notice the gigantic bulge
in his trousers that just wouldn't die. He knew he should say more,
but for the moment it just wouldn't come.

"And?" Rachel said as she sat down in the lounge chair across from him
still squinting.

"Here," Greg said as he pulled his sunglasses from his pocket and
threw them gently at his sister. They landed squarely on her lap. "Put
those on before you go blind."

"Thanks," Rachel said as she slipped the glasses on. She looked at
Greg like she was trying to read his mind. She stared at him long and
hard and then said something that almost made Greg believe she could.
"Did you get fired again?"

"Yeah," he said quietly looking away from prying eyes.

"What'd you do this time? Punch out the boss? Get caught stealing?"
She sounded more like his mother than his little sister. This was not
unusual. Ever since their mother run off to California to become a
star fucker she'd been the woman of the house. Even after their dad
remarried she'd kept the role. Not that their stepmother minded. She
was more interested in partying then being a role model. No one had
cried when she too ran off to god knows where. Now their father stuck
to girlfriends and hookers. Mainly hookers. Both of his children
pretended not to notice.

"Neither," Greg said feeling like a scolded child. He knew he deserved
it, but that didn't make it any easier.

"What happened?" Rachel said mellowing her tone a bit trying to get
him to answer. She loved her big brother more than anyone in the world
and she knew him better than anyone as well. Yelling and bitching were
not the way to get an answer out of Greg. Being persistent, but calm
worked so much better and had the benefit of not resulting in a broken
limb or chair or whatever else got in his way. Not that he'd ever hurt
her. She knew better than to poke the bear.

"I went into work high again and." Greg said sheepishly and gestured
with hand in a resigned fashion.

"Damn it, Greg," Rachel said then sighed, "You're lucky dad isn't
here. He'd kill you."

"I know," Greg's voice was resigned.

"Why couldn't you just wait to smoke after you got off of work?"

"I don't know. I just. I just. I didn't they would notice, okay?"

"They noticed the first time, didn't they?" Rachel pressed on.

"Okay, you're right. I'm a fucking moron. Happy?" Greg said throwing
up his hands in resignation. He looked at his sister and saw the sad
look in her eyes through the amber of the sunglasses.

"You're not a moron, Greg," she said as she stared into his eyes; "You
just aren't trying hard enough. You're my big brother. I love you. I'm
not trying to be mean, but come on, you're not a pothead. You're
better than that."

"I know, Rachel," He said turning away from her deep gaze, "I just
hated that fucking job. I hate all the shitty jobs I've had since I
left school. This town is shit. I never should've let dad talk me into
quitting."

"You should've taken that scholarship then you wouldn't have had to
rely on Dad's fickle checkbook in the first place," Rachel said
matter-of-factly. She wasn't trying to be mean and Greg knew it. If it
had been anyone else talking to him right now he would've just walked
away, but his little sister had a hold on him that he couldn't break
even if he'd wanted to.

"I know that now," he said looking at her again sadly, "I just didn't
want to go all the way to South Carolina."

"I still don't understand that. You could be playing wide receiver at
Clemson right now, Greg. Why the hell didn't you go?" It was a
question Greg had hoped she wouldn't ask. How could tell his sister
that the reason he'd given up the dream he'd had since he was eight
years old just so he could stay near her? He wished he could with all
of his heart, but he knew better than that. As much as he wanted her
to love him the way he wanted to love her he knew it was wrong, but he
had to say something even if it was a lie.

"I just. I just," he sputtered trying to think of something, "I just
couldn't. I wasn't ready to leave home," It was the best he could do.
He knew it was a weak excuse, but it was too late now. Rachel just
shook her head and frowned.

"I don't get you sometimes, Greg," she said as she sat forward
revealing her cleavage without thinking. Greg forced himself to look
away despite himself. Luckily Rachel didn't seem to notice and just
kept right on talking. "If I had a chance to get out of this shitty
town and almost everything I needed paid for by someone else I'd take
it in a second. Hell all I got was a scholarship to state, but I'd
rather be there then here."

Greg didn't say anything and just kept staring off into the distance
as his sister sighed and sat back in the deck chair. They sat there
silently for a while Greg thinking about Rachel and Rachel thinking
about Greg until Rachel finally decided to change the subject to
something more positive.

"Are you going to the party tonight?" , she asked in a friendly tone
as if the previous conversation had never happened.

"I don't know," Greg said quietly returning his gaze to his sister now
that her body was again mostly covered with the colorful towel, "I was
going to go with Carrie, but she's being a bitch."

"What else is new?" Rachel said with a wicked smile causing her
brother to laugh.

"I know," he said still chuckling, "I don't why I still bother with her."

"I do," Rachel said chuckling herself, "She's a slut."

"Hey, not every girl is a perfect angel like your holiness," Greg teased.

"Yeah right," Rachel said laughing a little more freely; "I'm no angel."

"Oh yeah," Greg said looking at her knowingly, "Aren't you the girl who."

"Don't even say it," Rachel said pretending to be angry, "Don't even
think it. I never should've told you about that."

"I still can't believe you did," Greg chuckled, "I never told you when
I lost my virginity."

"You didn't have to," Rachel replied, "I can't believe you brought
that girl here even if Dad wasn't home. She was so loud."

"Hey, that wasn't my fault. I can't be blamed. I had no idea I was that good."

"Gross Greg," Rachel said wrinkling her nose at the last comment, "I
don't need to know you're talented in bed. It's not like I'm ever
going to find out. You're my brother."

"Your loss," he said smiling and lost in the moment not caring how it
might sound. Rachel took it as a joke anyway.

"You're such a weirdo," she said before going back to the original
subject and asking again if he was going.

"Will there be beer?" he asked straightforwardly.

"Duh," Rachel said still smiling, "It's at Steve's house. Of course
there's going to beer there."

"Then yeah, I'm going."

"Good. Then you can give me a ride. Cheryl isn't going."

"No way," Greg said with mock indignation, "I'm not going to a party
with my kid sister. What if I hook up with some chick? I can ditch you
like I can ditch a guy. Get your own ride."

"Don't worry about that," Rachel said with a wicked smile, "If all
goes well I'll get a hook up of my own."

"Now I'm definitely not taking you. I want to drink not kick some guys
ass for trying to hook up with my sister."

"Please," Rachel said laughing, "I'm big girl now. I can take care of
myself. Besides, if worse comes to worse and you hook up I'm sure I
can just crash there and walk home in the morning or a bum a ride off
of someone else. Just be a good big brother and say you'll do it."

"Fine," Greg finally relented, "but you'd better be ready to leave at
nine or you can walk."

So it was decided and so it would be. They sat out on the deck for a
little while longer about nothing important. They were very close and
conversation really came easily to them. That was part of the reason
Greg was so attracted to his sister. He could relate to her unlike
anyone else in the world. He had plenty of friends and had more than
his fair share of girlfriends, so he wasn't some kind of weirdo who
couldn't relate to anyone else but his kid sister. She was just easier
to talk to for some reason.

They eventually got back to the subject of his job after he'd relaxed
a bit. Rachel made the point that really wasn't that bad. It was just
a gas station gig, but he should still try to find another job as soon
as possible. He couldn't help but agree with her.

She made him promise to start looking as soon the weekend was over
before she announced she was going to take a nap. He told her to sleep
well and then watched her walk away smiling his eyes falling on her
beautiful bottom before guilt set in and he forced himself to look
away. He really needed to loosen up a bit before he ended up going
crazy with lust. He quickly decided a nice long shower with a hint of
masturbation would be his best bet.

As he walked into the house and headed towards the bathroom he passed
Rachel's room and noticed through her partially open door that she had
already fallen asleep. She had shed her damp bathing suit and was
lying atop her covers nude as usual. Sometimes he wished she were a
little more modest. Not often, but sometimes. It certainly made it
hard on him to see the object of his forbidden lust in nothing but her
perfectly tanned skin every single day. She could at least close her
damned door.

Still it was his decision to stare as she slept peacefully unaware of
her brother's presence. It was also his decision to grab his quickly
hardening cock and stroke it through his clothes. Thoughts of doing
the unthinkable raced through his mind. What he wouldn't give for just
one chance to show her how much he really loved her.

It wasn't until she shifted in her sleep and rolled onto her back that
he distracted enough to realize what he was doing. His hand quickly
left his crotch and he dashed past the doorway in a hurry. He just
kept walking until he finally made it to the bathroom and shut the
door behind him. His heart was pounding like a kettledrum.

Shaking his head he undressed and started the shower. Once it was the
right temperature he stepped in to the warm, relaxing spray. He washed
his hair slowly trying not to think about what he'd just done, but he
found the image of his sister's naked body hard to forget. Eventually
his hands meandered back down to his cock and he began to beat his
hard rock organ angrily imagining it was Rachel's pussy instead of
just his hand.

His hand pressed against the wall supporting his weight, the water
cascaded over his strong body he quickly lost control. The noise of
the shower and the thought of his sister sound asleep in her room gave
him false sense of security to do what he normally did only in the
privacy of his basement room in the middle of the night. His sister's
name flowed from his lips freely as pumped his cock over and over in
his fist. Her face, her body, her laugh all raced through his brain.

He came so quickly it almost surprised him. It was intense, but it
quickly faded as shame took the place of lust. It felt like absolute
shit for feeling the way he did about Rachel, but he couldn't help
himself. He wished there was a way he could stop himself from thinking
those thoughts, but there was nothing he could do.

He finished his shower in a hurry wanting to feel clean. When he was
done he got and dried himself quickly then dressed and made his to his
room. As he past his sister's room he made sure not to look towards
the doorway. As much as he wanted to see her he knew it would only
lead to trouble.

If only he had the courage to say how he felt he would be pleasantly
surprised at the results. He wasn't the only one in the house with a
secret desire in their heart for their sibling. Rachel did too, but
like her big brother, she was too scared of the rules of society to
even venture an attempt at turning the fantasy into reality.

What Greg didn't know was that her door wasn't left open because
Rachel was absent-minded or unconcerned. No, she wanted him to see her
body just like she wanted him to stare at her breasts by the pool when
she learned over to reveal her cleavage. She knew the affect she had
on her big brother. She wasn't blind. Greg might not have had the
biggest cock in the world, but it was big enough to be noticeable
through his shorts when he was sporting a hard-on for his sister.

Rachel had known about his "unnatural" affection for her ever since
she was a kid and first developed tits. She used to tease her brother
about ogling her, but being a kid essentially unaware of what sex was
all about she'd never considered the possibility of sleeping with him
at the time. That didn't happen until the first time she caught her
older brother watching her sleep through her open door.

The first time she had said something not knowing what he was really
doing and Greg had stuttered out an excuse and vanished down the hall
leaving his sleepy eyed sister to wonder. She had let it pass into the
back of her mind until it happened again the very next night. Then she
had kept silent and watched feigning sleep as she watched her brother
jerk off in the hallway.

It surprised her, almost scared when she realized that was indeed what
he was actually doing, but then she felt something snap inside her. As
her brother came and then wandered off noticeably cursing himself
under his breath Rachel's hand found its way to her surprisingly damp
pussy and she fingered herself to most beautiful orgasm of her young
life.

Eventually it became a routine until Greg went away to college. Every
night after the house was quiet and everyone was supposed to sleep
Greg would show up at his sister's door and stroke himself to orgasm
as Rachel pretended to sleep. Once he left filled with shame she would
do the same picturing her brother's cock pumping in and out of her
pussy.

She often fantasized about telling him she knew or inviting him into
her room when he showed at her door or masturbating with him to see
what would happen, but every time the moment came something inside her
would stop her dead in her tracks. It was like she was destined by
fear to just dream, but never actually do it. She hated her fear, but
there was nothing she could do about it.

Once Greg went off for his year and a half in college Rachel tried to
move on. She got a boyfriend and lost her virginity to him instead of
her brother. Her boyfriend had been an ass and after taking her
virginity had ditched her for another girl reputed to be inexperienced
and therefore "nice and tight" as that jerk had put it. She
experimented some more after that with a few boys and even a couple of
girlfriends, but never really had a serious relationship of any kind.
A few of the relationships were semi-serious, but that was it.

When Greg had come back from College after their father decided he
couldn't afford to pay his tuition anymore Rachel's heart had actually
fluttered. She couldn't believe she'd get one more summer at least
with her big brother to try and make her dream come true. After that
she'd be leaving for college and with any luck leaving her stupid
hometown behind for a new life in "the real world."

But when Greg had arrived home the same old fears creep back to the
surface. She could tell he still wanted her and she still wanted him,
but they both still lacked the courage to go against the rules and
embrace their urges. It seemed like it would never get past their
usual ritual of Greg masturbating in shame and Rachel copying him in
desperation only after he was gone.

Sometimes she just wanted to cry. None of it made any sense. They both
wanted each other, but only she knew it. If only she had the strength.

When Greg had looked into her room before heading for the shower she
had been wide-awake. She'd heard his footsteps creaking on the
floorboards. She'd heard him breathing as he peered through the door
and realized that he had taken the bait yet again.

Her heart skipped a beat as she laid there for a moment and then on a
whim she decided to see what would happen if she caught him red handed
without the cover of darkness to hide his actions. Unable to speak,
her throat choked with fear she rolled over on her back and looked at
the door anxiously.

She was surprised when she saw nothing, but an empty hallway. For a
second she thought she'd only imagined that Greg had been there. The
sound of the bathroom door shutting hard told her she hadn't.

Rachel wanted to scream. She sat up on the corner of her bed as angry
thoughts raced through her head. What the hell was wrong with him?
Didn't he see that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her? Why
the fuck did they have to play these games all the time? Who cares if
they were brother and sister? That was just a stupid rule and rules
were bullshit. This silliness had to stop and if Greg wasn't going to
act then Rachel was whether he wanted her to or not.

She decided at that moment that no matter what happened tonight she
was going to bring this to an end. Come hell or high water she was
going to make her brother realize how much time he'd wasted. She was
going to let Greg see that she wanted him as much if not more than he
wanted her. She'd said it before and always copped out at the last
moment, but she knew in her heart that she wouldn't do this time.

She smiled to herself as she lay back down on her back and looked at
the ceiling. Her hand traveled down her stomach as she thought of the
possibilities. How would she do it? When? Where? How would it be? The
mere idea of it was just too much for her emotionally charged mind.
Her fingers just flew across her clit and she pinched her nipple hard.
It took her all of a minute to bring herself off to one of the most
potent orgasms she'd ever experienced.

She screamed so loud as the stars flashed behind her eyes she half
expected Greg to come running out of the bathroom to ask her what was
wrong. She couldn't have known that he was still in the throes of his
self-induced orgasm with his head under the spray of the water so he
couldn't hear a thing besides the water rushing over his head. The
idea of it was enough to get her fingers flying yet again, however.

When he didn't come flying through the door she was disappointed. Not
enough to stop her selfish ministrations on her wet sex, but enough to
slow it down in the hopes that he'd see her when he did finally exit
the bathroom. She wanted so badly for him to see her. Her eyes shut as
imagined her big brother's hard cock sliding in and out of cunt at a
slow and steady rhythm as their tongues danced and she held his warm,
strong body to her.

Her fingers plunged deep inside her pussy. Her palm rubbed hard
against her clit. Rachel's eyes shot open as she heard the shower cut
off. Redoubling her efforts she tried to work herself to another
orgasm so that her brother would hear her or at least see her as he
passed her room. He couldn't avoid it if he tried.

Her fingers smacked against her sloppy wet sex as she heard the
bathroom door shut. If only he'd look in her room. She was so close
she could taste it. Her eyes wanted to shut so badly as she felt it
begin to build, but as she watched she saw her brother dash past her
open door without even a second glance.

Rachel's eyes squeezed shut in frustration, but her fingers kept
working. As she heard his bedroom door slam shut in the distance she
came again. It wasn't very satisfying, but it was enough to sleep on.
She knew she'd get him tonight even if it meant skipping the party.

For a while both brother and sister were quiet as they slept. Their
dreams were oddly similar. Scenes of incestuous love filled their
heads as they tossed and turned in separate rooms. It was Rachel who
awoke first a little after four in the afternoon. She was glad she
did. She had a lot of things to do or all her dreams would be for not.

When Greg finally awoke an hour and a half later and left his room he
found what at first he took to be an empty house. He quickly found out
he was only half-right. The house may have been empty, but the pool
wasn't. He scratched his head and looked out the sliding door before
deciding to go find out what was going on.

"What are you doing?" he said as walked to the edge of the pool as
Rachel stood on the ladder expectantly.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Rachel responded as she climbed out
of the pool and before her brother, dripping wet. Greg was slow to
answer as he took a second to take in the sight of his sister's nearly
nude body before stopping himself and looking in her face. He saw a
knowing smile on that pretty face that made him wonder. The words that
came from behind that smile took away his wonder and replaced it with
a moment of fear as his sister asked bluntly if he liked what he saw.

"What.I. what are you talking about? He sputtered out taking a step
back instinctively.

"Hush," Rachel came back as she stepped up to him and gave him a quick
kiss on the lips before stepping away and grabbing her towel, "You
need to lighten up, big brother. You're so wound up. You need to learn
to just let go and stop worrying about stupid shit."

Greg was too stunned to even move as he Rachel spoke and the fact that
his sister just kissed him sank in to his still drowsy mind. He
literally had to shake his head before he made to talk, but stopped as
he noticed his sister lying down with her back o the sky on the towel
she had laid out on the poolside. Rachel didn't even give him a chance
to speak before she started again.

"Don't just stand there. You don't want me to burn do you?" she
pointed at the suntan lotion only a few inches from his feet. He
looked at her then back at the lotion before he finally got enough
control back to speak.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for the party instead of working on
your tan?" he said as tried his best to avoid staring at her perfect
ass and kept his attention focused on her still smiling face.

"Do we really have to go to party?" Rachel said sitting up on her forearms.

"What?" Greg asked a little curtly, "I thought you were the one who
really wanted to go?"

"I changed my mind. I'm allowed to do that, you know. Man, my back is
getting warm. Why don't you put some lotion on it?"

"Rachel." Greg started but was quickly interrupted by Rachel.

"Please?" she said in her best little girl raising her legs and
putting her hands under her chin while pouting. "I'll be your best
friend."

"Fine!" Greg said throwing up his hands before picking up the bottle
as his sister giggled and returned to a prone position with her arms
under her head. She knew the opportunity to touch her bare skin was
something he simply couldn't pass up.

"Thank you," Rachel said as her brother got down on his knees beside
her, "You're the best brother ever." Greg just grunted in response as
he stared at the beautiful sight before him. Rachel's long, firm legs,
her small, delicate feet with perfect toes, her aforementioned ass and
smooth back. He was glad she couldn't see his crotch in her position
because he was already getting hard.

Being a considerate big brother Greg made sure to squirt the lotion
onto his hands instead of just squirting it directly on her back. He
paused before finally reaching to touch his sister's soft body. It was
like a religious experience. It always was no matter how many times he
did it, but that kiss still played on his mind as did the sultry sigh
that came from his sister when he finally laid his hands on her.

"That feels nice," Rachel said in relaxed voice as Greg rubbed the
lotion into her back. It was almost a massage instead of just a simple
application of lotion. Greg's eagerness to feel her body showed. His
motions were slow and deliberate. He was almost shaking as his fingers
moved of the back of her bikini top. What he wouldn't give to see up
close what they kept covered.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Rachel said before reaching back and untying the
string the held her top in place. She then fulfilled her brother's
unspoken wish by sitting up and tossing it to the side giving him a
quick glimpse of her small, but perfect breasts. He actually gasped
before he made to protest despite himself.

"What the hell are you doing?" He said in a loud whisper as disbelief
overtook him. Rachel just giggled.

"What?" she said feigning surprise at his shocked tone as she rolled
over on her side propped up on her elbow giving Greg the view he
wanted. She giggled again as averted his eyes a little too slowly for
someone who didn't want to see what he was seeing.

"Jesus, Rachel," Greg said as he tried his best not to look, "Cover
yourself up! I don't want to see those. We have neighbors."

"Oh, shut up," she said nonchalantly, "We have a privacy fence all
around us. No one can see a thing and, besides, they're just boobs.
Don't you like boobs, Greg?" She was beginning to have fun teasing him
like this. Still, she hoped it wouldn't end with just teasing.

"Of course I do, but not my sisters," Greg said as he stood up a
turned towards the pool looking around as if to verify that no one was
indeed looking.

"Why?" Rachel said as she rolled on her back again propped up on her
elbows. "Don't you think they're nice?"

Greg couldn't believe he was hearing what he thought he was hearing.
Did his sister just ask him if he liked her breasts? Why would she
even ask him that? She couldn't be asking because.

"What?" Greg said finally turning back to look at his sister. When he
did his eyes instantly fell upon her exposed body. He almost turned
back, but he found he couldn't. His guilt told him he should, but his
lust told his guilt to be silent. It didn't listen. Not that it
mattered. His lust was getting stronger by the second.

"I asked you if you thought my boobs were nice?" Rachel said calmly as
if it were the most natural question in the world for a sister to be
asking her brother. Greg's gaze finally lifted from his sister's chest
to her face. This couldn't be happening.

"I. I." Greg stuttered his eyes shifting between his sister's face and
her breast occasionally wandering down farther. He had no idea how to
even begin answering that question. Was this some kind of trap? Did
Rachel know about his wicked thoughts and just wanted him to reveal
himself for some reason or could she want him to? The same thoughts
over and over again in a seemingly endless repetition. He was caught
in a loop he couldn't escape on his own. Luckily his little sister was
there to help him.

"It's a simple question, Greg," Rachel said as she got up and walked
towards her brother. "Do you think my breasts are pretty?" Her hands
reached out for his and he didn't resist. He was too busy staring at
the mounds of flesh in question. His brain was useless too him. "Maybe
you need to touch them, hmm?" As his sister brought his hands up to
her breasts Greg's heart skipped a beat and sweat began to form on his
brow, but he didn't resist. He couldn't if he wanted to.

As Greg's hand cupped her breast Rachel let out a sigh. His hands were
warm and so strong. They felt perfect touching her skin. It was like
they made just for the purpose. Greg was still in shock and was unable
to do anything more then cup them, but it still felt wonderful.

When Rachel released her grip on her brother's hands it was like she'd
flipped a switch. He no longer simply cupped them. He squeezed them
gently, caressed them, and allowed his thumbs to stroke the quickly
hardening nipples as Rachel breathed deeply and contentedly.

"I'll take that as a yes," Rachel said as she placed her arms on
Greg's shoulders and pulled herself up to kiss him. Greg was caught
unawares still focused on his sister's breasts, but as he saw her face
drawing closer he panicked. Suddenly he pushed her away and took a
step back.

"What the hell are we doing?" Greg said as he stared at his hands as
if they were diseased.

"Greg." Rachel started, but stopped as her brother ran into the house.
Cursing herself under her breath she ran after him. He was too fast
for her. By the time she got inside he'd already run to his room and
slammed the door behind himself.

Stomping hard she cursed again then headed towards her brother's door
hoping he didn't lock the door. Luckily he hadn't, but she knocked any
before she opened the door to find her brother madly jerking off on
his bed. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.
She'd just given her brother the one thing she knew he really wanted
and he had rejected her to do what? Jerk off?

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Greg?" She yelled her hands on her
hips as she stood above her brother. Greg shook with surprise. He
didn't even know she was in the room until that moment.

"What. what are you doing in here?" Greg said as he pulled the blanket
over his waist in shame, "Get out of here!"

"No," Rachel said firmly, "I'm not going anywhere until you answer my
fucking question. What is wrong with you, Greg? I know you want me and
I just showed you that I want you, but here you are jerking off in
your room probably thinking of me. What the fuck, Greg? Isn't the real
me good enough for you? Are you retarded or something?"

Rachel was so angry she was crying. She couldn't help it. Didn't he
know how hard it was for her to put it all out on the line like that?
She stopped yelling and turned away covering her face as the anger
gave way to sobbing.

Suddenly Greg realized what a fool he'd been. Not only had he almost
thrown away his dream he'd also hurt his sister deeply. He'd let fear
guide his decisions for so long he'd almost let fear ruin his chance
to share with his sister the true depth of his love for her.

The sight of her crying was just too much to bear. Fuck fear, fuck
society, he loved his sister and she loved him. That was all that
mattered. He got up from his bed and nearly tripped over his pants,
but shed them easily enough before placing his hand on Rachel's
shoulder and turned her towards him.

"I'm so sorry, Rachel," He said before kissing her tear stained
cheeks, "I'm so stupid." He kissed her again on her other cheek as he
repeated his apology over and over.

"It's okay, Greg," Rachel said finally. One arm from it's way around
her brother's strong back while the other touched his strong cheek.
Greg stops kissing her cheeks. Their eyes met and each other's gaze
for what seemed like a short eternity before Rachel spoke again. "I
love you."

"I love you, too," Greg responded in a husky whisper.

"Greg?" Rachel's voice was so quiet her brother had a hard time
hearing her despite their closeness.

"Yes, Rachel?" His voice matching her own

"Make love to me," It was not a request and it required no answer that
could be put into words. Greg knew this and acted accordingly kissing
his little sister with a passion he had never thought himself capable
of before. Rachel accepted his kiss instantly. Her mouth opened and
his tongue slip against hers.

Their hands moved freely over each other's bodies as they kissed.
Neither could believe how good it felt to finally touch in such an
intimate manner. Greg loved the softness of his sister's bottom, the
feel of her crack underneath the thin, damp cloth of her bikini.
Rachel was more than a little pleased at the feel of her brother's
hard cock pressed against her stomach. She could hardly wait to find
out what it felt like to have it inside of her.

"God," Greg said breaking the kiss and looking into his sister's eyes,
"You're so beautiful. I want to taste every inch of your body." His
lips returned to Rachel's and they kissed again. Greg's hands found
their way to the strings that held his sister's bikini bottom in
place. With a quick tug from behind that caused the fabric to rub
roughly against Rachel's aroused sex making her whimper sweetly, he
removed them.

"I want to taste you, baby sister," Greg said as he broke the kiss
once more and gently pushed Rachel onto his bed. "I want to taste
every inch of your body." He pushed her again to make her lay down
before crawling on top of his sister and returning to her mouth for a
brief moment before beginning his trek down thin, beautiful body.

Rachel was speechless, reduced to just panting heavily as her arousal
quickly built. She had been so dominate, so in control only a few
moments ago, but now she only wanted to see where her brother could
take care. So far he was taking her exactly where she wanted to go.

His kisses were slow, but desperately passionate. Rachel whimpered as
he sucked gently on her neck then bite at her shoulder a little too
hard. Still it felt wonderful. Her hands stroked his strong neck and
his soft hair.

Rachel nearly screamed when Greg's mouth found its way to her already
hard nipples to suck and nibble on them. Her body reacted by
squirming uncontrollably under Greg's delicious assault. It felt like
she could almost come just from his suckling. She knew that part of it
was from the taboo nature of what they were doing, but there was
something more. She was already certain that was going to be the best
sexual experience of her young life and her brother hadn't even
touched her sex yet.

Greg went slowly between his breasts trying to stay true to his
promise. First he'd kiss and lick one small mound then he kissed his
way down to the valley in between before patiently working his way
back the other one. It was loving, torturous process that was driving
Rachel wild.

The more Rachel wiggled and moaned the more effort Greg put into sweet
attentions. His body begged him to give in to his own desires for
pleasure, but he refused to give in. His cock was hard it hurt and
every time it rubbed against his sister's body it made him shiver with
lust. It took all of his willpower to stop himself from acting
selfishly. This was not an ordinary girl. This was the girl he had
always wanted, but had thought he could never have. He had to let her
know how he grateful he was for this chance.

Reluctantly he left his sister's breasts to kiss his way down her
perfectly flat stomach. He could smell Rachel's arousal. He groaned as
he kissed her stomach and imagined what she would taste like. Rachel
groaned as well anticipating the feel of his mouth on her pussy. When
his tongue traced her belly button she groaned again. He was so close.

But as Greg neared his sister's beautiful sex and spread her legs wide
with his strong hands his kisses seemed to miss the mark. Instead of
kissing his sister's mound he centered his attentions on soft thighs.
It felt so good, but Rachel was going mad with her arousal. The gentle
teasing was maddening. Why didn't he just make her come?

"Please," Rachel groaned in protest, her eyes filled with need as she
caught her brother's gaze. "Please eat me. Make me come."

Greg hushed her kissing his way up her leg slowly. Rachel continued to
groan as her brother's kisses worked their way up her leg. When he
kissed her behind the knee it amazed her how good it felt. No one had
ever put this much effort into seducing her. Not her male lover, not
her female lovers. No one had ever been this patient.

When Greg's mouth reached her feet she was again amazed. She suddenly
realized how much she had missed by not taking this path sooner. Greg
was teaching her things she never even knew about her own body. He
sucked her toes into his mouth and Rachel's back arched on its own
accord.

"What are you doing to me?" Rachel said as her hands found their way
to her breasts. "You make me feel so good."

Greg switched feet eventually working his back down his sister's legs.
He made sure that his mouth never left her skin except to whisper
encouragement. He loved the taste of her sweat. He could only imagine
how good her pussy would taste, but he would find out soon enough.

Kissing down her thigh he was almost there. Rachel knew it and she
stared at her brother knowing that he make her feel better then she
ever had before. When his mouth finally made contact with slippery
lips that knowledge was instantly confirmed.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Rachel screamed as Greg's tongue penetrated her folds
and fingers found their way to her clit. Her hips bucked wildly until
Greg brought his other hand rest on her stomach to hold his sister
down. Rachel's own hands were still busy on her breasts as her
brother's tongue licked away at her center.

It was simply amazing how good her brother felt between her thighs.
His tongue and fingers seemed to be everywhere at once. He switched
effortlessly between licking his sister's pussy and rubbing her clit
to fingering her pussy and gently sucking on her clit. Rachel could
already feel the pressure building inside her.

"I'm going to come," Rachel panted urgently, "Oh, God! You're making
me come!" She repeated it like a chant until at last she did come.
Light's flashed and the only sound she heard was a low hum. It was the
most intense she ever felt. The wrongness of the situation, the
patience of Greg's efforts, the skill and the love they shared between
them all added to the sensation.

Her body was rigid as Greg continued to lap at her sex. His sister's
juices coated his face. Her scent filled his nostrils. Seeing his
sister come had been the single most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
As his tongue continued to taste her swollen lips and clit he did his
best to make sure he'd see it again.

Rachel screamed again when her second orgasm hit her almost as soon as
her last one had subsided. Her skin was flushed and coated in sweat as
she lost contact with the real world for a brief moment and blacked
out going limp and collapsing onto her brother's bed. Greg had to
chuckle to himself. He'd never done that before.

When Rachel awoke moments later to her brother kissing her forehead
she smiled at him dreamily. Greg smiled back before kissing his
sister's sweet lips sharing the aftertaste of her succulent pussy.
Rachel could feel her brother's stiff cock pressing against her thigh.
The desire to return the favor he'd just given her was too much. She
had to taste him as he had tasted her.

"I want to kiss your cock," she whispered into her brother's ear as he
kissed her neck. "I want to taste your come in my mouth."

"God, I love you, baby sister," Greg whispered back kissing her ear
one more time. With a light push Rachel rolled her big brother onto
his back. Crotched over him she stared into his eyes smiling while she
reached down for his cock.

"I love you too, big brother," she said as she began to stroke his
cock slowly. Greg groaned loudly at the contact. They kissed one more
time long and hard before Greg scooted up to allow his sister plenty
of room. Rachel's hand never left Greg's cock.

Greg's cock was already leaking by the time Rachel placed her first
light kiss on its head. Her tongue snaked out of her to taste the
fluid there. Her brother groaned as Rachel twirled her tongue around
the head and continued to stroke him up and down with her hand. He
groaned louder when she took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Their eyes were locked together as Rachel slowly took more and more of
her brother into her mouth. Greg's hand found it's way to his sister's
hair not to force her down on his cock, but to gently stroke her hair.
There was no reason to hurry.

"Jesus Christ, that feel's so fucking good," Greg whispered looking
lovingly into his sister's eyes. He'd heard his sister was good at
giving head from a friend who walked away from that particular
conversation with a busted nose. Now he knew that it was true. Rachel
seemed to honestly enjoy the feel of a cock in her mouth. Her soft
moans, the way she worked her tongue against his sensitive tool it was
like magic and Rachel had only taken half of his cock into her mouth.

Rachel showed the same patience with her brother's cock as he had
showed to her body. Nothing about her blowjob was hurried. This wasn't
about getting her brother off. It was an act of love.

Suddenly her mouth left her brother's cock with a pop. Greg made to
protest until Rachel's tongue found its way back to his cock head for
a flick before kissing down the length until she reached his balls.
Her hand once again found it's way to her brother's cock to slowly
stroke as she took his balls into her mouth one after the other. It
felt wonderful.

Rachel moaned as she sucked her brother's balls sending tickling
vibrations through the skin. Greg moaned as well enjoying the unusual
sensation. When Rachel released his nuts and began kissing and licking
her back up her brother's shaft Greg instantly knew he wouldn't last
long once she got serious.

When his sister reached the head of his cock and quickly proceeded to
swallow him whole in one smooth, slow motion Greg knew he was right.
There was an intensity to Rachel's look as she stared into her big
brother's eyes. Her head began to slowly bob up and down on Greg's
shaft.

"Oh, Rachel," Greg said continuing to stroke his sister's hair while
enjoying the sight and feel of her mouth wrapped around his cock, "So
good. God, I fucking love you." He didn't even know what he was
saying. He just had to say something.

Soon he began to feel his orgasm approaching. Now he did grab his
sister's head with some force humping upwards into her throat
instinctively. He wanted her to swallow every last drop of his come.
Luckily Rachel wanted exactly the same thing.

"Fucking Goddamn. Suck it, baby," He shouted mindlessly as his balls
tightened and he felt the rush coming on, "I'm going to come. Swallow
it. Oh fucking. swallow my come."

With a hard thrust that nearly made his little sister gag, Greg filled
Rachel's throat with his thick, white load. Rachel recovered nicely
and missed not a drop. Her brother's hands gripped her hair hard
almost ripping it from her head, but it didn't phase her one bit. She
wouldn't have missed this experience for the world.

Greg just groaned loudly until he was out of breath and momentarily
out of come. Rachel's mouth had never left its place on her brother's
member. Even after he started to go limp she kept sucking until Greg
was forced to pull her off of his now sensitive organ. Amazingly he
was still hard, but right now he didn't care. He just wanted to kiss
those beautiful lips and stick his tongue in that lovely mouth that
had brought him such wonderful pleasure.

He could taste his come in his sister's mouth as they kissed sitting
up at first then falling back onto the bed. He didn't know why, but it
turned him on even more to taste his essence in Rachel's mouth. It was
like a confirmation that this wasn't just an incredible dream. This
was real and almost perfect. There was only one more thing left to do
before perfection could be reached.

Rolling Rachel onto her back Greg broke their kiss and looked down
into her eyes. An unspoken message passed between them and Rachel
spread her legs without a word and hissed as she felt Greg's cock
begin to rub against her sex in a testing manner. Her hand found its
way between them grabbing a hold of her brother's thick organ and
began guiding it into her warmth.

"God, I love you," Greg whispered as his head penetrated his sister's
tight, warm center for the first of what he hoped to be many times.
Rachel just moaned in response shifting her hips forcing her brother
deeper inside her. Greg got the picture and with one slow thrust he
penetrated her fully with a shared sigh.

Again their eyes locked and their mouths met in another passionate
kiss as Greg thrust slowly in and out of his sister's wet pussy. It
was a perfect fit. She felt so tight around his cock. So warm, so
right. Her sweet moans filled his ears even as they kissed.

Rachel's legs wrapped around her brother's hips and her arms wrapped
around his back pulling Greg tight to her body as they fucked. His
body felt so good on top of her. Almost as good as his cock inside of
her stretching her open and hitting her in all the right spots.

Greg's pace steadily quickened into hard rhythm as the realization of
what they were doing continued to bounce around his mind. Both
siblings began to sweat profusely as their fucking became harder,
faster. Their kiss broke as Greg reared up to pound his cock into his
sister's cunt.

Grabbing Rachel's hands he pinned her to the bed as he began to really
get into it. Sweat dripped from his brow onto his sister to combine
with her own on her damp, feverish skin. Greg's grunts mixed with
Rachel's and the obscene slapping of their genitals as they met
violently to fill the room with the sound of their fucking.

The bed creaked in protest under them, but brother and sister ignored
its pleas. Even if it had collapsed it wouldn't have mattered. There
was too much at stake here to stop for anything. There father
discovering, the cops busting down the door or God him/herself
appearing before invoking them to stop their sinful union would've
done nothing to stop them from fucking each other stupid.

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me!" Rachel shouted over
and over at the top of her lungs. She was already getting close to
coming again. Greg's fast, hard, steady pounding was maddening. She
tried her best to meet his thrusts in time, but it was becoming harder
and harder.

Then it happened: with a scream that could've woken the dead Rachel
came. Greg felt it coming and braced himself not wanting to come too
soon, but it was hopeless. As his sister's body went rigid with
pleasure and her pussy convulsed around his cock he too was driven
over the edge.

His cock pumped deep inside of Rachel's body firing off shot after
shot of sticky white come into his sister's womb as he grunted above
her. His grunts competed with her screams while he continued to pump
in an awkward rhythm his hands still pining his sister's hands to the
bed until he collapsed on top of her.

They laid there for a while recovering until Greg kissed his sister on
the forehead and smiled. Rachel smiled back dreamily. They'd never
been happier.

"That was beautiful," Rachel whispered as she stared into her
brother's eyes and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"You're beautiful," Greg said as he stroked his sister's flushed,
sweat dampened face. Rachel just kissed him again.

"How long have you wanted to do that?" she asked after a few moments
of soft post-coital kisses.

"For as long as I can remember," Greg answered softly, "How about you?"

"Me too," Rachel responded and then thought a minute before asking
another question. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"Does it matter?" Greg said with a smile.

"What do we do now?" Rachel asked hoping she knew the answer.

"Want to do it again?"

"Yes, more than anything."

So they did. Again and again until they simply couldn't fuck anymore.
By the time they were done they knew this wouldn't be the last time
they'd do it. Their dad would be gone for several more days and they
planned to make the most of it.

Of course, they also missed the party, but that didn't matter. Who
needs beer when you can be fucking someone you love?


