15 comments/ 75941 views/ 114 favorites Falling for Brooklyn By: Braindard Jason flipped lazily through the pages of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition that sat on the kitchen counter. 'I finally made the front cover,' read the Post-it note attached to the glossy magazine, and seeing it caused Jason to flip the magazine back closed and sigh heavily, tossing the periodical back on the counter. 'Of all the people in the world, MY sister Brooklyn had to end up nearly topless on the cover of the most popular sports magazine ever. It hadn't really always been an issue, his sister's beauty, not really anyway. She had almost always concealed to some degree her sculpted figure and magnificent chest. That had kept the comments at bay throughout Jason's childhood. But his sister, known to the world as Brooklyn Decker, hadn't escaped anybody's notice. Once in a bathing suit or anything of the like there wasn't much chance of hiding a body like hers. The family had obviously grown accustomed to her and her looks had become a point of pride for them at times. And god forbid any of Jason's friends happened to see Brooklyn after a workout or in anything less than a burlap sack -- horny teenage boys just don't miss that kind of hot. Jason had to laugh; it wasn't exactly a punishment having a sister like her, because even a family relation doesn't erase the value of catching a glance at a half-dressed soon-to-be swimsuit model. However, Jason had simply learned to live with it, and did his best not to let the occasional 'Dude I would give my left nut for a night with your sister,' type of comment bother him. When he'd first heard of his sister's success he'd been taken aback. Someone had discovered her on the beach, he heard through his mother (who was infinitely proud of her offspring and the fact that she believed strongly her daughter had gotten her good looks from her mother.) And after that it had been an action-packed few months of her coming out into the world. Before long, Brooklyn was showing up in more than just her initial Swimsuit Illustrated calendar month, but fashion ads, TV spots and finally this magazine cover that now sat in front of Jason had become the norm. Truthfully, Brooklyn often felt bad for her little brother. He had always been so good to her when they were growing up. Despite their three-year age difference, Jason had always tried to act like a protective older brother, and Brooklyn had never forgotten that. So when she could see that Jason's buddies were cracking a joke to him about his big sister she always felt a tad guilty that he'd done nothing to deserve it but be born to the same parents. And Brooklyn hadn't let the poor guy down; sending some of her favorite cheerleader friends Jason's way was often her way of tagging him back. After all, they weren't exactly complaining, for her brother had been a handsome guy ever since he bulked up in high school -- 'genes,' she supposed. But the schedule of the busy bee, Brooklyn, had kept her away from her family more than she would have hoped. So, after her first big movie debut and its subsequently large payday, she decided it was about time she treated her family to a vacation on her dime. After all, she knew she owed much more to them than her good looks. So when Jason's mom had received the same magazine only a week earlier, she had flipped through its pages to find three plane tickets out to an exotic island retreat, all expenses paid and another Post-it that read: "See you there, No Excuses!" It hadn't been hard for the family to arrange getting off work and such to fit in Brooklyn's gift, just a shift of the calendar here, and a quick call to find a place for their puppy while they were away and two months later Jason was standing in the kitchen looking at the magazine on the morning of the day they were about to leave. A slightly mischievous part inside him hoped he might catch his big sister in the very swimsuit she bore on the cover, though the top was casually slung over her shoulder with nothing covering her swelling chest but a casually placed arm -- that wouldn't be so bad either. 'Cut it out,' Jason scolded himself -- reminding himself that she was still his sister and shifting his attention to the fact that he might get to see some of the other beauties that graced the pages of the magazine as well. After all, the vacation was happening before another photo shoot that Brooklyn had been invited to on the very same island and she had seen it as a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. It didn't hurt that the resort had upgraded her family members to VIP bungalows at no additional charge. Looking forward to reuniting with her family, Brooklyn had arrived a few days early at the resort to get the lay of the land. She knew her parents would love it, especially the gorgeous view from the balcony of their private residence. She'd even scoped out a few night activities her brother would like, and she hoped he wouldn't mind her tagging along with him on some of the dancing and drinking events. When the family arrived they were essentially in heaven from the first step off the plane. The warm tropical air filled their lungs and they took it in eagerly. And who minded a quick drive in a non-English speaker's cab when the sun was painted on your face as you gazed out the window. Jason certainly didn't, and the goodness just kept on coming when he saw his own private wing of the bungalow with its complete privacy despite a gorgeous outdoor shower. He couldn't wait to try out the hot tub that sat on the deck of his private balcony. Hey lay down, spread like a starfish on the ultra-soft bed when he first heard his sister's voice entering their new home for the week. "Helllllooooo..." her sweet voice rang out, "Anybody home?" He could hear his mother fawning over the beauty of both his sister and her gift to them as he lazily rolled over and sat up from the bed. Brooklyn was just coming out of a hug with her father as Jason rounded the corner and smiled at her as he approached. Even the cool-headed brother was barely able to keep his jaw from dropping straight to the floor. She looked like an angel in a light blue sundress that clung to her and boasted her beautiful curves as much as it revealed the equally awesome bikini beneath it. Jason shook the immediate thoughts out of his head as Brooklyn cast herself into his arms and squealed with delight at seeing her brother for the first time in too long. "Ohhhh I missed you!" She giggled and held him tight. "I want to hear all about school and everything." "You bet Bronx," said her brother, which sent Brooklyn into another adorable giggling fit as she recalled how clever but mostly corny her brother could be. He had long teased her for the name her parents had given her after the fated New York City borough they had fallen in love in. "But not before you fill me in on the life of a movie-star-slash-model-whatever the hell else you're up to these days." "You'd better bet missy," chimed in their mother, "I'm going to squeeze every bit of info I can out of you before the end of this trip for all the time we've spent without knowing what you're up to!" "Whoa," Brooklyn responded with wide eyes and her voice exuding sarcasm, "I can't wait for that." "So where does a guy get one of those fruity drinks with extra rum and that little paper umbrella around here?" interjected their father. "I know just the place," said Brooklyn, bouncing with excitement as she did, "throw on your most comfortable swimsuit and I'll lead the way." In minutes they were headed toward the core of the island following the bubbly swimsuit model to her favorite spot to have their first celebratory drink of the week. Jason couldn't help but notice the way everyone seemed to stop dead in their tracks when his sister walked by, and he wondered if he was going to be able to stand all the attention his sister got now that she was no longer concealing her God-given perfection. A few pina-coladas calmed his nerves, however, and it was hours before the family had finally caught each other up on the updates of each member's time apart, though Brooklyn's stories were obviously the most interesting. "So, Mom and Dad, I thought I'd start the week off with a bang for you two, so I set you up for a full massage and then candle-lit dinner on the beach this evening." Brooklyn happily reported "Jason and I will just have to put up with each other and grab dinner together while you two surrender to the most relaxing few hours you've ever had." "Oh my God.... Honey!" exclaimed their mother. "Wowww..." followed their dad. "Yeah, I thought you'd say that, I'm so excited for you guys." Brooklyn was glowing at her parents' appreciation. And after she sold the treatment a little further she quickly hurried them off to get ready for their evening, leaving Jason and her sitting and staring out over the ocean at the bar. "So, there's a ton to do here, but I thought I'd ask you what you want since you're my guest here," said Brooklyn with an adorable smile. "Hmm... I was planning on sleeping all day and maybe just staying in to play some video games, but...." "Ughhh! Are you kidding me?!" Brooklyn fired back at him with hurt look on her face; she really hoped he was kidding. "Of course not sis!" Jason assured her, "but to tell you the truth I'd be happy starting off with dinner, just the two of us, I've just barely scratched the surface of my sister's newfound life of fame and glory." Brooklyn was positively touched by her brother's reply, thinking he quite reasonably might have wanted to immediately find some girls his own age to chase after all week. She relished the idea of hanging out with him for an evening, she hadn't realized until seeing her family how much she missed the comfort and value of a conversation with someone that wasn't either trying to pick her up or convince her to star in their ad-campaign. "Well then, you little charmer, I will figure something out for us and you meet me right here in say, two hours?" Brooklyn prompted him. "Sounds good to me, what are you wearing?" "Geez bro, a little forward before our first date don't you think?" Brooklyn quickly responded with a sly grin. "Oh come on, I didn't mean it like th-..." Jason defended himself. "I know what you meant, dork; I'd recommend you wear something with a collar is all, I don't plan on bringing us to the really nice restaurant here until we're all together." With that the two headed off to get ready, chatting, with Brooklyn leaning familiarly into her brother as they headed back and then parted ways, Brooklyn's bungalow being a slight distance from her family's. Jason couldn't help but see her hips sway a bit as she navigated the stepping stones away from him... Yep, it wasn't going to be as easy as he thought ignoring his sister's looks this week. She had truly become the cover-girl he had seen in that absurdly gorgeous shot that still lay on the kitchen counter at home. Jason collected himself as he lay on the bed once again, the tropical breeze caressing his face and helping him and all his worries to melt away into a restful slumber before he needed to prepare for the evening. -------------------- Brooklyn was late coming down for dinner, of course, she always was. Should they arrive late to any event or family gathering, the safest bet was always that Brooklyn hadn't quite gotten her make-up right or the dress she tried on was too tight somewhere. Jason supposed that it simply took that much effort to maintain that level of beauty, 'but frankly,' he thought, 'she looked equally good at the breakfast table fifteen minutes after she'd woken up.' However, when Brooklyn finally showed up, Jason couldn't dream of regretting the fifteen minutes of waiting he'd done. She lit up like a star in a simple white dress, clinging just right to her tall frame and sporting a matching flower in her hair. She was ever so slightly browned against the stark white of the dress, and cut short, there were miles of the sun-kissed skin in the legs that made their way toward Jason in his seat. Her face was what always did it, with her gleaming white smile and the piercing of her slate-blue eyes. Crowned by her bounty of golden hair she seemed to float through the air on the way to her brother. She reached out her hands for her brothers, and he took her in, holding her hands wide as she twisted about and the hem of her dress lifted a bit. "You look.....gorgeous.... Staten Island." Brooklyn blushed and poked him in the chest, "firstly, that one was terrible and you know it, and secondly... you don't look so bad yourself, handsome, and if I didn't know any better I'd say we were a perfect match," She was referring to the white shirt, open slightly at the collar that Jason wore and quite pleasantly matched his sister's dress. Jason couldn't help but thinking how they were a bit more perfect of a match than she might have meant. Once again gathering his thoughts, pushing them away from the dazzling display in front of him, Jason offered his arm which she took with an exaggerated grasp and a childish smile at first, which subdued into a mild lean. She led them down to a quite café that overlooked the water, in perfect angle with the sunset so that as they sipped at fruity cocktails and other tropical drinks, they were both feeling the warmth of the alcohol as that of the sun began to fade. They quizzed each other back and forth, Jason figuring out that the more he heard from his now-famous sister, the more he realized her life had taken an amazing and exciting turn. She did the usual, grilling him about girlfriends (he hadn't one) and prying him for any information he might give up about the girls he had seen over the last year or so. The alcohol had her asking for more information than he had anticipated, and Jason giving up more information than he usually would. Yet Brooklyn soaked it all up like a sponge, and Jason had practically described his perfect girl for her before he even realized he should probably reel himself in. "Blonde, definitely," he said enthusiastically, "and tall, but not to taller than me." "Hmm..." Brooklyn touched finger to lips, sitting up to gauge his height and responded; she was legitimately trying to think of whom of her model friends she might be able to set him up with. "Like my hair color, lighter, darker?" "Just like yours." Jason spit it out without thinking, seeing from another grin on Brooklyn's face that she had been flattered by his preference. "What kind of body type, athletic, petite? Are you a breasts man or an ass man?" She toyed with him, trying to embarrass him a bit. Jason didn't miss a beat though, stating without hesitation, "Breast man, definitely." "Well, I might know one or two girls I could set you up with, they'll be flying in all week," she offered with a little attitude. Though both of them peeked briefly down Brooklyn's dress to acknowledge yet another asset she happened to have, neither noticed the other. Brooke might have taken it a bit further but she thought better of it. They went on chatting like that through the meal, back and forth, giggling and catching up on everything they possibly could. Brooklyn told him of some of the highlights of the past year or so and how she felt through some of it. He was a good listener, and he couldn't help but have a bit of a bias toward listening to extensive tales of the most beautiful women in the world rather than those his dad's rough and tumble days of helping grandpa in the lumberyard. He had to merge the two realities that his sister was Brooklyn Decker who's dad had yanked out of the car a few times for her newest boy 'parking the car' too close to home, and the was Brooklyn Decker the one of the biggest names in pay-commercial modeling. He almost wasn't surprised to hear about the second big movie contract she was wrapping up. He would have gone on listening enthusiastically for hours if she let him. "... You're telling me that Andy Roddick, the Andy Roddick, wants a date with you?" Jason said incredulously, "And you're thinking of saying no??" Brooklyn laughed and defended herself, "His agent let on to mine that he saw me on the cover of S.I. and decided he wanted a date, which is a little too ballsy of him if you ask me." "I don't know Brooklyn, I'd certainly date the guy but I get it. I can't blame him though, I certainly wish I could go shopping in the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition," Jason admitted. "Shopping! Is that so? And who would you pay the most for then?" Brooklyn quizzed him He appeared to be deep in thought, "Well that Bar Raf-a-something girl is up there, but I like the other blonde in there too, Esti - I think her name is." "Somebody has been spending a lot of time staring at the swimsuit edition, and just so you know, my boobs are bigger than both of those girls." She fired back, feigning hurt. "Well I can't very well choose my own sister can I?" Jason rebounded "Let's say it wasn't totally against the rules and you wanted to," Jason flinched when she said that, Brooklyn noticing, "How much would you pay?" She held her hands up girlishly and playfully stuck a pose. "I'd say about...." Jason needed to redeem himself a bit here, "twelve bucks." "Why you little!" Brooklyn lunged at her little brother, but having finished their meal a while ago and already getting antsy; Jason backed away from her and hopped the short railing into the sand next to their spot. Brooklyn did the same, the hem of her dress accidentally popping up to reveal matching white panties below which Brooklyn quickly worked to hide, looking around to see if anyone else had seen her. Jason had, but he continued backing away from Brooklyn as she began to chase after him, wolf whistling to try and embarrass her. "Come here you little shit," she yelled, ambling after him. Her large breasts bounced uncontrollably in their fragile home as she tried to catch her little brother, but he was too quick for her. Backward they went until Jason could feel water nipping at his heels. Just then, Brooklyn stopped moving and looked daringly at her brother. "Don't..." he warned her. But Brooklyn was set on her purpose, and this time her brother wasn't going to escape her grasp. She took two quick steps toward him, her daily workout had left her stronger than her brother remembered, and then she lunged. Jason didn't even try to side step her; he just prepared for impact as she tangled her legs in his and leapt onto him like a monkey. He tried to stay up, taking a few stutter-steps backward but somewhere he lost his footing and down they went. The water was still shallow where they landed, but laughing and spitting out the salty water, Jason found himself straddled by his sister and sitting in it, both of them now soaked in their dinner clothes. The water was warm, and Jason didn't even mind it, still reeling from Brooklyn's attack. "Got you, punk! Now give me all your money, and it better be more than twelve dollars." She banged on his chest a few times before he grabbed her wrists and kept her from pounding on him again. That only left Brooklyn's legs free, which she proceeded to thrash about. Unfortunately for Jason, that meant her hips were grinding into his and though he hadn't even given it any thought, his body had and was beginning to respond. Still not knowing that he was hardening at the touch of his sister, Jason flipped her about and pinned her to the ground just as she had, remaining there only a second before he popped up and dove out deeper into the water. "Hey where are you going?" Brooklyn shouted as she dove after him, Jason stopped swimming when the water was just at his shoulders and Brooklyn reprimanded him: "Not too deep!" "That's what she said," Jason jested. "Oh my god, so lame," teased Brooklyn as she jumped, less forcefully at her brother this time. Falling for Brooklyn He caught her in the air and lifted her a bit like a haphazard dance move. He held her there long enough to leave her both impressed at his strength and giggling like a school girl. Jason then lowered her down his body, making more contact with her than he'd intended and for the first time truly realizing how great his sister's body felt. Brooklyn felt it first though, for when Jason was about to set her on her feet, the hardening that had commenced at their first bout of wrestling poked Brooklyn right where a brother isn't supposed to poke his sister. Jason prayed it hadn't been as obvious to her as it was to him, and his amazing sister played it off just right. Rather than pausing too long and letting either the awkwardness or the emotion set in, she quickly stood on her toes and pecked him on the cheek, backing away before any further contact could be had and heading for the beach once more. They continued laughing and kicking sand at each other as they made their way for the bungalows, thinking maybe they might have a few more drinks together and hang out there. When playtime was over, and the lethargy of the alcohol caught up with their submerged wrestling match, Brooklyn once again took her brothers arm and they walked on toward their bungalow. Neither of them had acknowledged the previous encounter and what it could possibly have meant, but there was a tremendous amount of love in the way Brooklyn looked into her brother's eyes the few times she did as they walked through the resort. At one point, they passed a group of young guys, probably not much older than Jason himself, who drunkenly called after the passing couple. Her dress now soaking wet it clung to Brooklyn's body in a way that would bring most men to their knees. These guys, however, it brought to crude comments and shouting. She could see her brother beginning to anger, but instead, when one of them said something like, "That guy, seriously honey?" She hugged her brother closer to her and kissed his wet bicep lovingly. She didn't want her brother feeling bad for any reason, and frankly, she too couldn't think of a more perfect match than Jason, she just hoped she could find a man like him some day. They walked like that all the way back to the bungalow, chilly from the ocean water as they dripped the whole way back, but extracting heat from each other as Brooklyn was wrapped tightly around her brother's arm. They stumbled once or twice, the alcohol getting the better of them, and Jason was feeling something familiar that he couldn't quite place. It reminded him of that few moments before finally getting home with a girl he'd desperately wanted for a while -- it obviously couldn't be that though. Brooklyn was practically lost in her brothers arms and thought she was probably being a little too lovey-dovey with Jason if she knew what was good for her. Jason fumbled with his key card a bit, and as he struggled to insert it, Brooklyn leaned against the door and placed her hand gently over her brother's. She took his strong hand in hers and helped him to slip the card into its place. As he reached to turn the knob, they made eye contact and somewhere deep inside both of them was uncertain of where this night might take them. The knob turned and the thought washed away with a flood of light. "Hey look who's back!" Their dad rang out, holding up a tumbler of what was probably whiskey. "Kids! We finished early and decided to skip the little campfire they proposed so we could spend time with our two children!" "Perfect!" Brooklyn said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. Though they didn't make eye contact again, she knew that the appearance of their parents had changed things considerably. 'It's probably for the best, she thought.' A little quiver hit her just then, right in the spot where she had felt something she probably shouldn't have, out in the ocean earlier. It was an unspoken question, an unfulfilled need that rumbled around somewhere deep in the back of her mind. She wondered if Jason had felt it too as she reached out to grab the champagne flute her mother held for her, and washed back the feeling with the gulp of cold and bubbly beverage. ---------------------------------------- Sun streamed through the window and cast itself upon Jason's face. It was hard to feel hung over in the island paradise but Jason's head was yet a bit cloudy. What exactly had happened last night? - For a second he remembered himself opening the door to their bungalow feeling the kind of nervousness and apprehension of a young man and his first kiss. But somehow his parents had stopped him, was that it? And then, it all came back to him at once. He and his sister had shared an amazing night, talking and bonding excitedly enough to make up for all the lost time. He has stared into her eyes and seen a great many things, the feelings he himself saw in himself. Admiration, connection, and was it... no it couldn't have been... desire? He wasn't sure what he'd say to Brooklyn when he first saw her, especially when he was surprised and conflictedly grateful he hadn't woken up next to her. He hesitated to even think in such terms, and shook it and a bit of morning grogginess off as he stretched and sat up in bed. He and his parents headed down toward the beach and nearby breakfast as Brooklyn had apparently instructed his mother to do when she called earlier that morning. A small part of Jason was nervous to see his sister but the vast majority of him was excited to see her again after the night they had shared together. His parents stopped at the bar on the way to the beach for a little "hair of the dog," as his mother had said laughing, and Jason walked on. He searched for his older sister as sand made contact with his toes when he took his first step from the boardwalk to the beach. Scanning the horizon and compensating for the bright morning sun, he found her. "Wowww..." he whispered aloud as he caught sight of her. He knew then that she was born to wear a bikini. It seemed a trivial thing, but upon seeing the way her legs caught the sun as they propelled her languidly along the beach, he could not imagine her wearing anything else. A transparent skirt hung lightly at her waist, cut all the way to the hip at one side with tassels swinging back and forth as they grazed her tanned legs. Her midsection was, put simply, mouthwatering -- flat and soft in all of the right ways; he could see dimples in her back that looked like a great spot to hold her firmly in one's hands. He could have only just made out a peaceful look on her pretty face, but by the time his eyes climbed that high he was hopelessly transfixed. Her breasts, the ample features that had sealed her fame, were proudly displayed in a simple yellow top. It seemed to hoist them slightly, threatening to spill out the gloriousness beneath, something that could likely stop his heart. Jason felt certain that he'd never seen a set to match them, but then again, Brooklyn in her entirety was something of an incomparable beauty. She couldn't see him looking as he watched her walk aimlessly along the place where waves just barely nipped at her feet. However, as he involuntarily slowed his pace to marvel at the sight of his sister, a true world-class swimsuit model, she felt him there. Every eye on the beach was aware of Brooklyn's presence, yet she felt her heart miss a beat when she sensed her brother approaching. Whether it was some supernatural connection or she had just seen him out of the corner of her eye, she cared not. With a smile, she broke from her daydreaming and practically hopped all the way to her little brother. Reaching him, she saw a look on his face that made her think he'd seen a ghost. "Something wrong killer?" She asked while placing her hands warmly on his shoulders. Jason tried to snap out if his own zombie-like state of wonder but found himself fumbling for words: "N....no.....Just still a little," he caught a breath, "groggy I guess." "Yea, I guess we got a little too drunk last night, huh?" Brooklyn's words sounded innocently inquisitive now, "I hope you had as much fun as I did last night, I couldn't stop thinking about it when I was falling asleep." Jason had been thinking about his sister when he had been falling asleep too, though neither of them was prepared to share exactly what had gone through their minds. "I really did, I can't believe we've waited so long to catch up though -- it made me realize how much I've missed you." Jason placed hand on his sister's waist now, pulling her toward him to emphasize his words. It might have been misunderstood by a bystander but the two of them felt so much for each other that it struck neither of them as odd. Brooklyn could have melted on the spot; the sincerity in her brother's words was unmistakable and his touch - electric. It filled her with warmth that overcame that of the morning sun on her cheek. "Awww, since when did you become a big softie!" Brooklyn teased him. "Hey listen, Manhattan, you started it!" He defended himself. "I just meant-" But Brooklyn didn't make him go on with the impression that she didn't feel just as strongly as he did. Instead, she leaned tightly against him, with the unintended effect of pressing her breast directly into Jason, and pecked him right on the cheek. She lingered for just the right amount of time before speaking softly into his ear: "I know what you meant, silly." Brooklyn took Jason's arm once again, bringing him back to events of the previous night, when he'd had his big sis hooked around him as he did now. She was wearing significantly more clothing then, however, and Jason was still reeling from the way Brooklyn had whispered into his ear. Anyone else and he would have sworn they were coming on to him. They walked back toward their mom and dad, mostly in silence, a kind of quiet awe and appreciation of each other. Brooklyn found it amazing that she had already extracted so much joy from her brother's company and she could hardly imagine how much more a girl could possibly have, 'from their brother, that is,' she thought naughtily. There was one thing she hadn't let her brother see - she had a bit of a naughty streak in her, though the selection of men with whom she had felt comfortable enough to share it was pretty thin. At times Brooklyn felt like breaking free of the quiet girl who posed just the way the camera man wanted or laughed politely when a guy she hoped to land the next modeling gig with used a crappy pick up line on her. She felt like running naked in the street, saying a naughty word on television, or maybe having sex with someone she shouldn't... Jason felt his sister squeeze his arm a little tighter on the walk up at some point, and he wondered what was going through her head at that moment. He himself was having trouble focusing on anything but the soft pillow that his elbow was partially pressed into, or the mesmerizing way his sister's breasts were bouncing as she strode next to him. It just wasn't fair, and he felt terrible for silently wishing she was anyone but his sister. "Good morning sunshine!" Beamed their mother with a mimosa glass in her hand. Jason suddenly understood where Brooklyn had gotten that playfulness he'd re-fallen in love with a few hours ago. "I bet you two are feeling it this morning, huh?" their father quipped. "Maybe a little," Brooklyn replied, squeezing her brother's arm imperceptibly to all but him. "What do you say we walk on the beach a while, maybe you two can shake off those hangovers you're obviously sporting?" their mother suggested. Everyone agreed, and off they went down the beach as the morning sun climbed higher into the sky. Jason and his dad stayed slightly behind. Neither was complaining though, because the backs of the two women in front of them were as picturesque as the sunrise to their side. Jason wondered whether his dad was looking at his spouse's behind or his daughter's though he wouldn't blame him either way. Brooklyn was clearly a product of his mother's genes, though thinking in such terms brought back a slight pang of guilt. Jason's dad alleviated it when he said: "Your sister, she's quite beautiful nowadays, huh?" His tone was harmless, and obviously Jason couldn't agree more, "Yea I guess, Dad, and you landed yourself a beautiful wife too dad." Jason's dad tossed his arm over his son's shoulder, "I still expect you to look out for her though buddy, maybe now more than ever. She might be all grown up, but girls like her get attention from all different kinds of places, and you have a responsibility to protect her." "I know Dad. Where is all this coming from anyway?" Jason queried. "Ahh you know, I just don't like the thought of my little girl being around any men I can't trust like you and I. Plus, I like seeing you two so close; maybe you can get her to set you up with one of those swimsuit babe friends of hers anyway, eh?" Jason's dad elbowed him with a sly grin on his face. "Ha-ha, in my dreams dad," Jason laughingly replied. "Don't sell yourself short buddy, I used to be get plenty of attention from the ladies in my day, and you know what they say about the apple not falling far from the tree," his dad continued "and any girl would be lucky to get the nice guy you've grown into, I just hope Brooklyn can find someone like you for herself." "Alright already, I'll watch out for her, just don't say anything more about 'back in your day,' "Jason quipped. But his father had hit closer to home than he knew, just the mention of a guy 'like himself' for Brooklyn made his mind wander. He couldn't imagine that his father would approve of the way his two children had been flirting shamelessly, and he definitely didn't think his father would be too happy if he knew what had made contact underwater between the two last night. They walked on, sometimes Jason with his dad, sometimes his mom, and his favorite moments were obviously those with his sister. They continued with the loving remarks, teased each other, and generally cemented the rapport they had established the previous night. They were more careful though, guarded in front of their parents, and Brooklyn found herself missing the warmth of being wrapped around her brother as she had so many times already done. Briefly, the two initiated a bout of horseplay in the water, with Brooklyn chasing after her brother when he made a comment about Andy Roddick and his tennis balls. They got just far enough away that Brooklyn felt safe being slightly bolder with her horseplay, grabbing at her brother's body to feel the solidness of his chest or abs, and she greatly enjoyed the strength with which he tossed her about. For a moment Jason's hand landed on his sister's chest entirely on accident, but Brooklyn surprised him as he tried to remove it and found her hand atop his, holding it in place but making like it was all part of the game. Their horsing around ended slowly, like the night before, and Brooklyn half expected to feel a familiar prod beneath the surface of the water. Fortunately, Jason had managed to keep his appetite at bay and saved himself the disaster of walking out of the ocean with a massive boner in front of their parents. Yet, as soon as it started, playtime was over. Jason watched his sister swim lithely ahead of him and they reached the beach to rejoin their parents. Just then their mother called to them, she had seen something and looked excited. "Guys, I know this sounds crazy, but I know I saw this on one of those travel shows I watched about this place." Their mothers eyes were wide as she continued, "It had a rock carved into a face just like this one and two huge trees directly on either side." They all looked and found that their mom was describing the exact scene in front of them, at the edge of the forest. "So, you saw a rock on the travel channel...?" Jason joked. His sister nudged him in the ribcage as if to defend her mother. "Yes, Mr. Smarty-pants, but it was where the guide entered to go to this place he called 'Hidden Falls,' or something like that. He said it was almost completely unknown to all but some of the locals, and they didn't even go because it was too dangerous." "And you want us to go in there?" Brooklyn motioned toward the dense jungle-looking area beyond the statue with disbelief. "Come on, we are all athletic enough, and we won't get another chance like this!" Their mother begged them. "But Mom, I only have sandals," Brooklyn whined As if she had known what her daughter would say, their mother pulled out of her bag a pair of summery walking shoes and Brooklyn knew that she had been beat. They headed into the forest, one by one, and although the path was, according to their mother, unknown, there was a somewhat recognizable path. It was easy going at first, but things got tougher as they got further along and the path turned more uphill. Their father stayed behind their mother, and Jason behind Brooklyn. There was no resisting a look at the toned backside of his sister as she ascended in front of him. She even looked back once or twice with a little grin when she caught her brother looking. It had been probably 30 minutes when they finally saw anything, and they almost missed it: a small carving in a tree along the path that read "falls," with an arrow pointing in the direction they were headed. Their mother had taken it as a good sign, but when they came to a nearly 8' ledge that Jason scaled without an issue, both children could see that their parents were worn down. Their mom and dad sat down and Brooklyn reached her hands up to her brother. "And what is it you would like?" Jason denied her, towering over her with a fantastic view down her shirt. (Unfortunately for Jason, their mother had had a blouse in her bag as well) "Come on Jason, pull me up!" She pleaded. The puppy dog look on her face almost convinced him. "What are the magic words?" he prodded. "Pleeeease?" she asked, eyes wide and begging. Jason reached down for her and took hold of his beautiful sister, hoisting her up with some help from her as her feet scrambled up the face. When she got to the top her momentum took her right into her brother's arms. Tired, she could do nothing but remain there and catch her breath, embracing him tightly. She looked up after a moment, and saw more than she expected in her brother's eyes. Something in them reminded her of the effect she so often had on men, not just with her looks but with a sparkling personality she worked so hard to maintain. But his eyes also spoke of a pain, some kind of inner struggle she could see in him as he looked down at her in his arms. She felt for him then, it could not have been easy being her brother for many reasons, but it hadn't occurred to her until then that it might cause him pain. Luckily, their parents were too involved with catching their breath and drinking from their water bottles to look up and see what had quickly become more than a siblings' embrace. They broke apart, looking back down at the sad sight below them. "So... it looks like you bit off a little more than you could chew, huh mom?" Brooklyn teased her mother. "Oh sooorrry I'm not some twenty-something supermodel whose job it is to stay in shape," their mother snapped. Brooklyn gasped but she knew she had deserved it. "Well, what do you want to do?" Jason asked down. "You're dad and I agreed, there's no way we're making it up that wall, and even if we did who knows how much further it is." Their mom surrendered. "You kids go on ahead, we'll catch up with you later," said their father, tossing them one of the two half-empty water bottles. "And be careful!" finished their mother. After saying their goodbyes, Jason and Brooklyn continued upward. Neither of them was overly upset to part from their parents. Both siblings knew, whether they admitted it or not, that something unspoken between them had grown to the tipping point, and the thought that it might be right over the next hill had Brooklyn and Jason equally eager to press on. Falling for Brooklyn Brooklyn grew more forward now that they were out of sight of their parents, asking Jason to help her up in maneuvers she earlier had completed effortlessly. Having her brothers hands on her, strong and firm, made her feel safe in this lonely jungle. And Jason found that he grew more daring as well, not sweating it when his hand fell a bit too firmly on his sister's amazing body. Only a few moments of their trek later and they emerged atop what had to have been the final incline. Where there was once nothing but the sounds of the dense jungle, there was suddenly the rumbling of falling water. Excitement shown in both their faces, Jason turned to his sister, "It's so much closer than we thought; if I hustle back I bet I can catch Mom and Dad before they head back!" Jason said and took a step back in their direction. But Brooklyn caught his arm, "No!" Brooklyn retorted. Jason searched his sister, surprised at how quickly she'd decided against it, and Brooklyn seemed to be struggling to come up with an explanation. "We...we can't turn back now, don't you want to see it with me?" There was that look again, and Jason was defenseless against it. Plus, the few seconds Brooklyn had provided him to rethink it had Jason realizing that he absolutely wanted to go on without them. He wasn't sure why, but that was far from his thoughts as Brooklyn reached out her hand for his, seeing the decision written on his face. "There," she called out, seeing through a gap in the trees just after they had descended ten or twenty feet. She was so excited and it was a charming thing to see the smile on her face. But Brooklyn had tricked him, and as soon as Jason looked in the direction she was pointing, seeing nothing and looking hard, she stuck out her foot and pushed him to the ground, catching him completely off guard. Brooklyn took off in the opposite direction laughing while Jason fell and then scrambled to his feet before he even knew she was gone. Catching a glimpse of the little yellow bottoms covering her butt, Jason saw then where she was headed and that she had obviously seen the falls before him. He hurtled after her, hoping that his speed could get him there before her. He underestimated, however, just what fantastic shape his sister was in. He barely made up any ground and lost sight of her in the process. But then there it was: the trees opened up to spectacular sight, rivaled only by one thing that he could think of. The water fell among moss-covered cliffs into a pool of clear blue-green water. The sun seemed to shine especially bright upon the cascading water, which cast a gentle mist throughout the far end of the clearing. A bird flew swiftly over the jungle oculus, and Jason could swear that the air tasted sweet as he looked up into it. 'There was only one thing missing: Brooklyn, where had she gone to...' he wondered. But Brooklyn had tricked him again and she could no longer contain her giggling as she swiftly closed the gap between she and her brother from her hiding place next to a nearby tree. Jason had only a second to check behind him before his sister wrapped and arm around him and hurled them both over the edge. It was a short fall, but a frightening one nonetheless. When Jason resurfaced and gained his bearings, his sister had already wrapped her legs around him. "What the heck Boston, we could have gotten hurt!" He said, checking to make sure he had no broken limbs or life-ending wounds. "Hey Boston isn't in New Y-" but Brooklyn couldn't finish her protest as her brother dunked her head beneath the water. It was refreshing not to taste salt in the water, and it was just the right temperature. Jason admired how sexy his big sister looked with her hair all wet. It seemed to highlight the dark streaks in her golden hair, which licked at her shoulders wonderfully. "Jerk!" she said, blowing the water that dripped from her hair defiantly into her brother's face. "Look who's talking," he said. But suddenly, they weren't talking. Brooklyn was silent, she didn't continue to bicker playfully like he'd expected. The silence allowed them to feel a few things. For one, neither had truly taken in the beauty of the place in which they currently waded. Second, they were entirely alone and yet in probably the most amazing spot on the island. And finally, Brooklyn was pressed into her brother, straddling his lap in a way that neither of them could deny felt good. They stayed like that, wading, breathing and taking everything in, taking each other in, for what felt like eternity. Brooklyn moved first, leaning toward her brother now that he had backed up into the shallows. Her abdomen made contact with his as she advanced and then held, as if waiting for her brother to do the same. He could feel her warm breath on him, and unconsciously leaned back toward her. Her breasts smushed against him as they came together, only an inch or so apart now. Jason waited for his sister to close the final gap, wanting her permission, if only for a kiss. His eyes closed, he awaited her, and felt ever so slightly the caress of her lips, the gentlest touch. And then it was gone, replaced by a hand shoving his head under water. He'd been had again, and he was worried this time. Had he misread a signal, had he taken it too far with his sister now and ruined things for good? Brooklyn once again separated from him and took off, hopping a few rocks and disappearing from sight. Again Jason chased after her, not sure whether they were playing or he would need to apologize for his inappropriate behavior when he caught up. When he found Brooklyn she was facing away from him, standing about midway up the falls and reaching out to feel the water that she could reach from her perch. Leaning out he saw the gentle curves of her abdomen, the grace of her form and all of the features on display that had him unable to sleep the night before. He hoped with every fiber of his being then that he had not pushed her away. "Brooklyn," Jason called out softly to her, No response. She withdrew her hand from the falls and looked down. "Brooklyn," he said. She had to have heard him that time, and when he reached out to touch her shoulder, he knew that she had. Brooklyn turned swiftly toward him, and brought her lips to his in one swift motion. They locked together, both siblings holding their breath at first touch. But when Brooklyn felt her brother's lips soften and gently part, she released a sigh of relief. Her tongue darted out to find Jason's and the kiss grew. It grew into an expression of all the lost time, all of the charged encounters, and an inexpressible amount of comfort that they found in each other's arms. It grew into Jason pushing his sister against the mossy rock-face and pressing his body against hers. There beside the waterfall they shared their first kiss and the only kiss that would ever say so much for both of them. Their hands practically pawed, searching for something to hold on to, to touch, and to squeeze. Brooklyn's leg came up to pull her brother's hips tightly against her, to feel the swell of his erection against her barely covered thigh. The water had dampened Brooklyn's shirt. She shed it happily, breaking only long enough to pass it over her head and continue kissing her brother. Jason snatched the transparent skirt from his sister's waist -- it was an obstacle between he and his sister no matter how thin. They rolled away from the falls, alternating who was pressing and who was being pressed hungrily against the rock wall. Neither brother nor sister would relinquish control, for both had needs they desperately sought to fulfill. But the action did halt after a time, and both Brooklyn and Jason found themselves short of breath. As Jason opened his eyes, his sister's hands in his, he looked lovingly at her, wanting to tell her so much. "Brooklyn.....I....I," he tried to put the words together. "I know; it's okay." She seemed to know exactly what he would tell her: that he hadn't meant for things to come to this but that he couldn't help himself. She knew because she felt it too. "But Brooklyn, should we... can we... you're my sist...?" He couldn't quite finish that sentence either. Brooklyn, looking back at him sincerely, placed a finger to his lips and said "I want this, do you?" He wouldn't dare argue, especially not when a hint of Brooklyn's puppy dog look resurfaced and had him at her will once again. They came together once more, pausing mere millimeters apart and building the tension between them. When they locked lips Jason knew he'd completely fallen for his sister, and feeling her body against him once again he knew that he could never have resisted her. Plying her lips with his tongue and massaging her shoulder, his finger snaked its way underneath the string of her yellow bikini top. Her tits were so snugly fit inside it, however that he couldn't get much farther than the top point of its cup, and he desperately wanted more. Brooklyn's naughty streak caught up with her at just the right time, and feeling her brother's prying hands, she knew that he wanted her out of the confining top. The thrill of being out in the open, in the middle of the island jungle, with their parents only moments away and god knows what other risks they were taking, just felt right. She took her brother's large palms and placed them purposefully upon her chest, smothering her top against her smooth skin. The friction of the material on her nipples sent a shiver down Brooklyn's spine and, barely breaking her kiss, she reached an arm back to untie the bow that held her top in place. The string slid out, and Brooklyn felt the tension around her neck and chest let out, with her bikini top held now only by her brother's firm grasp. She didn't allow him to immediately cast it away though, knowing he'd been dying to see her tits since he hit puberty. She certainly hadn't missed all the glances down her shirt that he thought he'd pulled off, and in the last few days she'd grown all the more appreciative of Jason's lasting gaze. Darting her tongue in and out she excitedly made out with her brother; Brooklyn had always loved kissing, and Jason was a great kisser. But Jason was growing impatient, as was the enlarged member that he was now involuntarily pressing into the model's lower half. And Brooklyn wasn't content to receive only the touch of her brother's lips upon hers as well; she urged him from her with a hand upon his chest. She guided him down to the warm rock they were standing on, keeping her top just barely clinging to her. When his back was against the ground she released it, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her brother's lips once more. It was quick, and Jason was glad of it because he could have gazed upon her perfect breasts for an eternity. He didn't know it, but Brooklyn had worn the top she cast away just for him, squeezing her 34DD boobs into a 36C so she could present him with even more delicious cleavage. But it had consequently hidden some of her impressive size, so much so that Jason gasped when he finally saw them freed from their cotton trap. Brooklyn giggled at her brother's reaction, and though she felt a bit lonely perched in her straddled position atop him, she decided to let him admire the view. So, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a sexy turn of her head, the topless swimsuit model began to casually grind her hips against her brother's stiff cock. He felt massive, or maybe that was just the incredible amount of lust he had instilled in her, but rubbing on him so had Brooklyn gasping as well. Even through both their bottoms, the pressure was intoxicating. The sight of his sister's bountiful chest finally revealed and the added feeling of her hips moving determinedly atop him had rendered Jason speechless. Like a deer in the headlights he drank her in, the unbelievable perkiness of so much weight, the perfect color and size of her nipples, the strength and smoothness of her midsection and even the gentle protrusion of her lowest rib... He thought of nothing but the sheer luck of finding her there, perched atop him, like a golden-haired goddess. Brooklyn saw him in his dumbfounded state and, though she admired her effect on him, wanted his hands back upon her. Taking his hands lovingly in hers she planted them just under her breasts, hoping he would play with them as she assumed he'd like and she'd thoroughly enjoy herself. Jason wasted no time, finding them too big for one handful and so soft to the touch. He massaged and indented his fingers into each of Brooklyn's bosoms, pining to take them in as much with his touch as with his sight. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, hearing his sister coo in response. Jason flexed his core, attempting to bring his lips to kiss Brooklyn's chest as well and she readily accommodated him, jutting it out to accentuate her bodaciousness. He planted soft pecks upon her skin, ticking Brooklyn and bringing a grin to her serene face. He sucked each nipple gently between his lips and licked at them with his tongue, finding that his sister was enjoying the attention almost as much as he. Jason had only begun exploring his sister's body and had already more than he could possibly enjoy. He brought his face to hers, once again locking lips as if to thank her for the display of what had likely made her so famous and putting on a private showing of them just for him. All the while kneeling over her brother and kissing him voraciously, Brooklyn never stopped encouraging the friction between the siblings' hips. She was insatiable for the feeling of his hard shaft against her, and something inside her was screaming for more. Jason reached behind her, running a hand up her smooth back and feeling her toned muscles twitch at the light caress. It reached her upper back and Jason shifted his weight to support Brooklyn as he rolled her over. He held her tight to him, breaking their kiss as Brooklyn held on to her brother and let him control her. He placed her down gently, making sure to support her head as her naked back came into contact with the sun-warmed rock. She loved how gentle he was with her, the kind of brotherly love she had grown to crave combined with a respectful lover. Unattached to her brother by mouth for a moment, Brooklyn cast her gaze around them. They were midway up the falls, lying upon a large rock ledge that could be seen from anywhere in the clearing. She became nervous, wondering if her parents could have changed their mind and decided to push on to the falls after all. She wondered if anyone else could happen upon them, and what might happen if brother and sister were found locked in incestuous embrace. Her mind raced for a moment, and she looked worriedly back at her brother. "We're so out in the open.... What if mom and dad.... What if anyone...?" This time it was Jason's turn to silence her. He reached down between them to Brooklyn's inner thigh, just high enough to surprise her and make her wonder where his hand was headed next. He squeezed, one hand there and one around the nape of her neck where he'd set her against the rock floor; Brooklyn's worries ceased. "I don't care, let them see. I can't stop now you are too much, too beautiful for me not to make love to... I need you... now." He said with more confidence than before Jason's recklessness brought Brooklyn a jolt of excitement, the naughtiness lurking within her hinted 'the greater the risk, the greater the reward.' She loved hearing her brother express for the first time, aloud, that he wanted to make love to her. She decided to reciprocate. "You want to fuck me?" She asked him with a naughty smirk and a nibble of her forefinger. Jason nodded without hesitation "You wanna fuck your big sister? Right here? Now?" She continued, trying hard to build his desire. "Yes," Jason breathed with urgency "What do you think daddy would say if he knew that you had your big.... hard.... cock in your sister's warm litt-" But Jason had had enough, he couldn't stand her teasing any longer, especially when she put the image into his head. And it wasn't just the teasing, whether he'd meant to or not the lust inside him had grown so that he could no longer deny or suppress it. His hand reached from her inner thigh to the spot on her hip where the bikini bottom's tethers held firm. He pulled roughly before Brooklyn could even finish her thought and he quickly drew the bottoms away. The tug caused her a second's pain and she let out a subtle groan; the roughness only made Brooklyn want him more. She grabbed hold of his waist band and tugged his trunks down as far as she could. She could only get them to his knees, but bent her own to urge them the rest of the way down with a nimble kick or two of her feet. Maneuvering so did something else that both of them relished immediately, Jason's naked and now fully erect cock came firmly into contact with Brooklyn's shaved and sensitive pussy. It was blunt and sudden, but it was not undesired. In fact, Brooklyn's only reaction was to increase the pressure with an upward thrust. Jason could feel the desire coursing through her veins, and he was conflicted. On one hand, he had beneath him the most seductive, beautiful model to ever grace the pages of Sports Illustrated or any magazine, he dared think, and she was strewn out and begging him to take her. But on the other hand, his own sister lay there in front of him, and he wanted to make love to her with all the grace and respect she deserved, provided that could be done by a brother about to bury himself in his sister. Jason decided he would pay her a little more attention before they got that far, and made a move as if to descend to her needy quim and ready her for the fucking he intended to give. But Brooklyn was too far ahead of him, grabbing his neck as he had hers and preventing him from descending down her body. "No... I can't wait anymore, I'm already so wet" she reached between them and grabbed his cock in her hand, placing the tip right on her clit so it rubbed her just right. It felt even bigger in her grasp, as if she'd need more than two hands to hold it. "I need you to fuck me right now, I can't wait any longer or I'm going to go crazy." Jason loved hearing his sister curse, and loved even more how feverishly she wanted him. With his cock against her clit, her hand holding it in place, he prodded, pushing his hips toward her ever so slightly. His tip stimulated her button and searched for her opening as he moved it forward. "Uhhhhh....fuck," Brooklyn moaned She was adorable underneath him, squirming as he stimulated her clit with his cock. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy and he could only begin to imagine what it might feel like inside of her. "Tell me what you want Brooklyn," he said, wanting to hear her sweet voice ask him again. "Oooh," she moaned, the impending penetration driving her wild, "Please, I already said it, uhhhh." She tried to force him in with a juke of the pelvis but found no relief. "I just want to hear you say it again," he said, teasing her with another thrust so effective she thought she might die of anticipation. Brooklyn gathered whatever semblance of composure she had left and opened her eyes all of the way, gazing up at her brother and straight into his. Her unfettered need shone brightly in her blue eyes as she finally gave in," "I want my little brother," she spoke as he placed a hand firmly on her abdomen, "to shove his thick.... hard.... cock," his other hand found support on the rock floor, "into his sister's naughty..." he lined up, "tight," she took a deep breath, "pussy----unnggghhhhhhh" He shoved forth and Brooklyn cried out, feeling inch by inch as he plunged his dick past her taut folds. He was big enough that she could feel her insides stretch, but by the time he neared complete immersion in his sister, Brooklyn knew that his cock was the perfect fit. Her brother remained buried within her, unmoving for a few seconds while they both took in the feeling of a brother's cock snugly fit within sister. Jason took in everything, from the feeling of her body in his hands, to the pulsing heat of her pussy, to the broken breathing of his overwhelmed sister. Falling for Brooklyn Brooklyn's breathing did begin to normalize, however, and with it came her readiness to accept more from Jason. He sensed it, withdrawing his rod slowly from her womb. "Ohhh Jason.... Oh fuck...." He brought his lips close to hers until they were a millimeter away and he could feel her warm breath as she struggled to cope with the mounting pleasure. She yelped when he began the return journey almost immediately and buried his cock for the second time into the finally-nude swimsuit model that had haunted his every thought since he'd arrived. Her gasping, and the panicked placement of her hands urged him to continue on. As soon as his hips touched hers, he withdrew, each time eliciting a hurried breath or a pleasured coo from his sister. They kissed when they could gather themselves enough to do so, but mostly they focused on enjoying the sheer pleasure of their incestuous actions. Their hands roamed, and Brooklyn couldn't get enough of the way he gripped her tightly to anchor himself as he fucked. "Jason...." she whispered, "mmmmh... I can't believe we're fucking...... ughhhh..... so naughty....ughhh" "I know sis," Jason withdrew and thrust forth again as he spoke, "I wanted you so bad, I just never thought we could....ohh" "You can fuck me.....mmmnghhh godddd," Jason was becoming more voracious with his thrusts as Brooklyn spoke, "all the...... uhhhh... time." With her brother plowing into her now, Brooklyn's luscious breasts began to shake in tandem with his motions. They bounced and swayed, and when he put his hands on them, pressing them together, they became delicious mounds of squeezable and jiggling perfection. Brooklyn could feel her brother's hard cock bottoming out in her, and she felt she'd never been penetrated quite so deep. Her insides continually made room for his invading member, but each time he withdrew it was as if she was unsure he would fit inside her again. They stayed like that, Brooklyn being taken for the ride of her life, her endless expanses of tan, smooth skin basking in the sun and much of it being taken in by her brother's needy hands. She moaned and flexed, kissing and touching as her brother rammed his manhood into her again and again. Brooklyn's heartbeat, already elevated, began to rise even more. Somewhere inside her deeper than her brother's impaled cock, if that was possible, the channels carrying her stimulated senses crossed. Her eyes flickered, her breathing sped and a feeling like the rising tide built inside of her. 'It couldn't be,' she thought, 'I've never come so soon.' But, pinned to the ground by her brother's smooth blows, the tide continued to rise. "Oh my.... Jay...... Jason...... I think I'm gonna......ohhh...... don't stop." She spoke in broken breath. He hadn't seen her orgasm coming until she alerted him, but looking down at her now, he couldn't miss it. Brooklyn looked indescribably beautiful as she continued to lose control of her body; he couldn't stop now. Encouraged by the perceptible moistening of their incestuous link, Jason kept going at the exact speed and power with which he had been, and it was working perfectly. His sister kept moaning, sweet coos of both words and sounds, and were it not for their isolation he'd have worried they'd be overheard. But Jason kept on fucking her, as consistently as the roar of the waterfall below. He couldn't come yet, he hoped pleadingly, and it seemed he'd been granted his wish if only for a short while. She arched her back gorgeously, causing her tits to lift fabulously upward. Jason took her hands in one of his own and pinned them just above her head, with her mane of golden hair lying messily about it. "Oh Jason..... I'm.....ooooo..... keep fucking me..... I'm......" The tide came, and it washed through the same channels that were overflowing with stimulation. She squirmed as her brother's cock continued its relentless onslaught and her body was completely at its mercy. With her hands pinned above her she could only mash her breasts and her hips against her brother and attempt, with adorably little accuracy, to kiss her brother's soft lips. She was hopelessly lost, moaning, quivering and going numb in stages throughout her gorgeous frame. All the while Jason kept thrusting, slowing his thrusts just so to help his sister extend the climax. He was inwardly proud, but more-so ecstatic to have given such a beauty, this world-famous model who any man who'd seen her would dream of a night with, an orgasm that had left her speechless, breathless and as yet still not come back to the world. He kissed her neck as if to overload her with sensation, and she slowly descended from her throne of pleasure. Brooklyn's pussy was sensitive, and she was glad that Jason had momentarily ceased his powerful manipulation of it as she came to. She was grateful, however, to find him still lodged deep within her, and his muscular body draped over to keep her safe in the wide-open and unknown clearing. She ran her hands through her brother's hair as he kissed and sucked at her slender neck before gently encouraging him to focus his attentions on her lonely lips. She offered him a puckered "thank you" and a playful "hello again" with the tip of her tongue now that she'd finally returned to him. "I can't believe what you just did to me," she whispered sensually to him, locking her eyes onto his. He blushed and accepted her compliment with a smile, saying "You were.... You are..... amazing." It was Brooklyn's turn to blush now, though he couldn't have seen it as her face was still flush with the residuals of her mind-blowing orgasm. "I hope you aren't done with me yet," she said with a naughty smile that made his cock stiffen inside of her. "Not even close," he relayed, quickly maneuvering them to their feet. Brooklyn could have cried when her brother slid out of her, but she was swiftly distracted by his strong hands lifting her and setting her on her feet beside him. She took his shaft, sticking proudly up and making contact with her naked thigh, in hand and led him closer to the falls and the rock wall beside them. She turned around, letting go of him and once again biting at her finger like she had when they'd first decided to fuck. She extended her arms, placing both hands on the wall and stretching out so he could see her whole body in its glory and know that she wanted him to take her from behind. Standing up like that, she waited anxiously as he positioned himself behind her, one hand wrapping around her side and placing his thumb in the small dimple he'd earlier lusted after, and the other directing his cock-head to its rightful home. She whimpered when she felt his head at her entrance once more, and she didn't even need to look back to see what had kept him from immediately pushing in. Nevertheless, she cast her glance back at him, tossing her hair and asking politely, "Fuck me again little brother," Jason obliged her. He pressed forth, slick walls aiding his rod's journey back to his sister's hot center. Both of them gasped, they'd never get used to the sheer tightness and the sensation of Brooklyn's pussy yielding to her brother's cock. Brooklyn felt relief wash over her as her brother returned to fucking her in earnest; the break had afforded them both time to recharge and re-spark their electric coupling. Jason took his sister's breasts in both his hands, they felt enormous hanging from where she stood and she intentionally thrust her chest forth to let him enjoy them all the more. Each time he felt her there, or anywhere else on her irresistible body it was like new, as if he was touching her for the first time despite the fact that his fingers had likely caressed her everywhere. Keeping one hand on her chest he pinched her nipple and heard her squeal, but not so much as when his other hand found her clit. Impaling her from behind he rubbed it gently and consistently so that her hips began to buck into his pistoning hips. Jason was being more forceful, a light slapping sound coming from her pert ass making contact with his pelvis as he buried his cock each time. He could see and feel water, beading on her skin in the misty air, dripping from her breasts and making his hand slide around as he grasped the hanging pillows. Brooklyn's mischievous side relished the increased ferocity of his intruding cock, "So fucking deep Jason.... Fuckkkk..... harder baby..... fuck your sister harder!" Once again he obeyed, though she didn't quite expect it when he spun them around so his back was against the wall and she was stood up like a rail between his legs, still being fucked from behind. Her legs, pressed together, allowed only a tiny slit for his cock to slip through and it must have been just enough because he certainly didn't stop. She let him man-handle her however he wanted; she was like putty in his hands. He wrapped an arm around her abdomen, feeling it slip around once again from the mist of the falls. His other hand made its way tenderly to her neck, holding it with just the right pressure that she felt lustfully restrained. Up and then out, again and again, he sunk into his sister and she breathed heavily in front of him. One of Brooklyn's hands reached between them, alternating between stimulation of her sensitive clit and caressing of his obviously full balls. The naughty Brooklyn inside her secretly hoped that what he had in them would soon be in her, and the thought brought climax back on the table. Yet she wanted a turn at bringing her brother the pleasure he'd given her, and so, after allowing him to use her for a moment or two more, she removed his hands nimbly from their tight hold on her and turned to face him, still locked in embrace but once more feeling empty without his cock inside her. She kissed him sincerely then, looking down to see the perfect spot on the mossy wall, she guided him to sit there. He was entrancedly obedient, having begun to lose himself as he'd pounded into his sister seconds before. But upon sitting, he came around in time to feel his sister sinking down onto him. They grinned like children at the eye contact they had reestablished and their more intimate position made stronger the deep-seeded love that had begun the whole thing. Brooklyn loved her brother more than ever, and her tantalizingly graceful movements up and down her brother's shaft only partially explained that. The ferocious kisses and locking of loving glances said the rest, however, and before long both Brooklyn and Jason were losing themselves all over again. She rotated her hips in a way, at one point, that almost made Jason cum immediately. She giggled when he spasmed just as she'd done it. Lifting one hip off of him and then the other she had wiggled so perfectly that her brother almost lost his composure. He hadn't even thought of what he would do when release finally took him, and his worry caused him to shoot his hands to her hips to stop her from sending him over the edge. He couldn't come inside her, could he? Should they have used protection? What if he got her pregnant- his own sister? Brooklyn stopped his racing thoughts with the calm touch of her hands upon his. Removing them from her hips and putting them both on her breasts (she knew that's what he liked best) she reassured him, "It's okay baby, you can let go." She whimpered as she lowered an inch on accident, "If you can hold on for another minute....unggghhh...." she couldn't help herself lifting and descending once more, "we can come... ohh fuckkk.... together." Jason's eyes looked pleadingly into hers and she understood, "Inside me Jason, it's okay!" She said shaking her head at his unnecessary anxiety with a big smile and then took his face in her hands to use her lips to assure him. She nuzzled her nose against his and picked up the pace, which she hadn't stopped even as she had given him her permission. His massive manhood had her headed for finale in seconds. She rolled her eyes thinking that she still couldn't believe she might cum twice when she hadn't even had one orgasm quite as good as the first with any man before. Her orgasm coming faster than she'd planned, Brooklyn hoped her brother could be there with her and upon looking at him she knew that he would without a doubt. His eyes were closed; Jason wanted to take in more of the impossibly beautiful girl, his own sister that was willfully fucking her brains out atop him, but he couldn't. All he could do was feel her: feel her perfect tits mashed against his chest, feel her hips rotating just the way that would send him over the edge, and feel the indescribable love for his sister that made him want to do nothing more than stay there with her forever. But he wanted one more thing, right then and there: to release into her as she tumbled into climax with him and to give her what she so clearly wanted. "Jason....oh my..... oh my god fuck...... are you almost there.....fuckkk?" He only managed a hurried breath of "yess" He gathered what composure he had left and planted his hands firmly on his sister's ass and hip. She jerked her head to look at him when he did it, surprised and emblazoned by his final effort. Up and then down again she went, both of them wondering which stroke would be the last. She would later remember the last feeling being that of the cool mist upon her back as she thrust: Once.... Twice.... She lifted her hip the same as before, one side and then the other..... and when she came down the release hit them both without mercy or hesitation. Brooklyn tried to keep going but she honestly had no control over her body for the following clouded period of time. She could, however, feel her brother's seed releasing deep inside of her; that much she knew. As a climax coursed through his sister's veins, coupled with her unintelligible whimpering, Jason pumped stream after stream into his big sister's womb. It was unending, as was the pleasure of her channel quivering and clenching at his spurting member. Heat pulsed between them, as did cum as Brooklyn's walls were painted with incestuous fluid. It fueled her fire, and tingling sensations like pins and needles snaked from her core all the way to the tips of her toes and fingers. She was locked in a kiss with her brother, not breathing yet, not opening her eyes, just cumming and cumming hard. Her hips bucked, Jason's tip emitted a defiant pulse of semen. After a time, Brooklyn and Jason took their first breaths of fresh air. She kept sliding slightly on him, for the bells of orgasm in her continued to ring out, but Brooklyn could see that her brother was excruciatingly sensitive as she did so. She yielded, opting instead to wear down her unrelenting sensations held still, but for her soft panting, in the crook of her brother's neck. He encircled her with his arms, holding her close and hoping to never let go. His cock softened, if only slightly, and Brooklyn briefly wondered how he could possibly stay remotely hard. She pecked him as she had the first night, but on the lips, and they finally withdrew a few inches to get a good look at their lover. All they could do was stare. Jason's inner monologue debated whether he was luckier that the perfect blonde in his lap was Brooklyn Decker, cover-girl of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition or that she was his sister. Feeling the wetness of their combined fluids between them, he reckoned it was both, and his eyes read genuine adoration and gratitude for her presence. Brooklyn's face, as if not lovely enough already, was painted with a tender smile and eyes that exuded profound affection. They didn't speak at first, they could think of nothing worthy enough to break the silence but the thunder of the falls at their side. Only when Jason first sensed his sister beginning to lift off of him did he take action. He cupped her face in his hands, stopping her ascent and kissed her confidently. "I love you Brooklyn," he said, and the words had never meant so much to Brooklyn as they did to her now hearing them. "And no matter what happens... nothing is going to change that." She didn't know what to say at first, looking down abashedly. But words found her and she directed them back: "I love you too." Energy found her again, reviving some of her lively spirit from its post-orgasmic slumber, "And no matter what happens........" she paused and grinned, "I am going fuck your brains out at least a thousand times before we leave this place." They couldn't help but break out into lazy laughter as Brooklyn found her brother in a hug. Finally, she lifted off of him, but neglected to break their embrace instead sandwiching his semi-erect staff between them. It took a while, but eventually they stood, initially on wobbly knees, and collected themselves and their things. Jason was pained to see Brooklyn tying her bathing suit back on, and he rebelliously pulled its string once she'd had it tied, revealing a nipple for the last time. She whined at him, "Ugh, haven't you had enough?" "Are you kidding me," he said, "I will never get enough of those." She rolled her eyes at him, pretending she wasn't flattered. "Well, maybe you can have some alone time with them later," he wondered what she meant but she quickly cleared the air, "you and that monster you've been hiding from me." Jason spit out the water he was drinking as the thought of sliding his cock between the best set of tits he'd ever laid eyes on hit him like a ton of bricks. Brooklyn raised her eyebrows at his reaction and then smiled and looked down, descending the rock ledge without giving him any more to imagine. They frolicked a bit, taking in the scenery that they'd missed as they'd been otherwise occupied. Jason shook his head from time to time upon Brooklyn, as yet unable to believe that he'd just been with her. The way she smiled at him or bent over to pick up a skipping stone, he couldn't imagine ever being luckier in his life. How could such a magnificent sight be also so inwardly beautiful, and how could she have given herself to him. But Brooklyn knew how, and though she hadn't the words to tell him how attractive she found him and how safe she felt in his arms, she hoped she could at least show him how she felt. 'That might take a few days,' she thought with an ear-to-ear smile, '... and nights.' By the time they headed back after playing and teasing each other in their hidden spot on the island, they could have easily repeated the whole thing and enjoyed it just the same. And though Jason knew they should be heading back, he dragged his feet hoping Brooklyn might be feeling naughty again. He read like a book, and though Brooklyn quaked at the thought of having her brother's big, hard cock in her again, she said with knowing eyes, "Come on brother, good things come to those who wait," Jason sighed, "I always hated that phrase." She extended a hand and took Jason's in hers, bringing him to her and planting one more kiss on his cheek. She paused at his ear, and he felt a warm wisp of air across it, "Should I tie my hair up or leave it down when I blow you tonight?" Jason froze in place, Brooklyn nipped at his earlobe and then ambled down the path in front of him. He was content to wait as long as she liked, and he took off after her when he finally came to. It was going to be a fun week.