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The Sibling Diaries Ch. 02

By: JUDO



Full chain & introduction can be found at this link.

Chapter Two: Getting Started

It'd been years since I'd returned to San Francisco, the beautiful city by the bay. The day I arrived, the sun was out, the fog rested just outside the Golden Gate. Oh my God, the cable cars, the Bay, Mount Tam, Angel Island, south-of-market… My head was spinning, and there was so much to do.

After arriving at Oakland airport and renting the car, I'd made good time into the city in spite of the foggy conditions and early morning traffic across the Bay Bridge. I made my way into SOMA, the South of Market district, where my new job was, only to discover they were closed for the day -- a damned banker holiday and no one had told me!

Pissed and relieved at the same time, I headed south in my rental to try and locate my new apartment. After driving by the building three times, I finally recognized the jumble of boxes sitting in the back of the moving van, blocking the address. My stuff had arrived early! I hurriedly parked across the street and jumped out, walking quickly towards the movers, when I suddenly realized I was really over-dressed. I was dressed for the office -- high heels, skirt, white blouse, leather jacket; not exactly moving attire.

Standing in the middle of the street, I looked up at the high-rise in front of me. The morning was getting late and it was about time for David to be waking up. Oh, that's my brother, David. We had decided to share his apartment because I needed a place and he couldn't afford the place he had, so… Here I was.

The movers were already unloading boxes and furniture to the sidewalk. I walked over and shook the first one's hand. "Hi, I'm Gretta."

He looked blank.

"Gretta Mitchellson… The woman whose stuff this is?" That clicked.

Still holding my hand, he turned away and yelled. "Oh, Mitchellson. Yeah. I'm Smitty. Hey, Arnie!"

Another capped head poked out of the van. "Yeah, what the hell… Oh. Excuse me, miss."

I smiled and waved. "Look, bring up the furniture first. You can use the entrance over there, on the corner. It's the twelfth floor."

Smitty looked up at David's building, then his eyes went straight past my face to my tits. "Yeah, okay. We'll… Uh, get right on it, Miss."

Men are so disgusting. "I'm going to go change. I'll be down to help in a bit." With that, I pulled my hand out of his and crossed the street, but not before the movers talked again.

"Arnie, did you see the ass on that babe?"

"Yeah, fuckin' a, prime, grade-A meat."

Ignoring them, I shook my head and pushed open the door to my new building.

As I rode the elevator up, breathing deeply and tapping my foot, trying to think of anything, but the two jerks working for me downstairs, my thoughts drifted to my brother David. Not that David is a cretin. I wasn't comparing him to those guys; rather I was thinking how much he wasn't like them. He was sweet and caring. He'd always had time to help me out when I needed it, or just when I felt bad. What is it that makes some guys into jerks and others nice? I don't get it.

The doors slid open and I accidentally stepped right into the crack between the door and floor, trapping the heel of my shoe. I fell on my face, scraping my knee on the carpet. My purse went flying against the far wall, spilling its contents everywhere. The doors of the elevator tried to close on my foot and I pulled my heel out of the crevice. It was broken at the top, my knee was bleeding through my new hose and my ankle was sore. Goddamn it, why today?

I began gathering up the scattered remains of my purse -- car keys, Mom's house key, cell phone, address book, pen. Oh, and a pack of prophylactics my Mom insisted I take with me at the airport. "You never know, dear, when you may need one?"

What did she think I was, some kind of slut? I mean, don't get me wrong, I like sex as much as the next girl, but like I need a rubber handy? Gross. If I'm going to get laid, I'm going to know about it way in advance. Dinner, dancing, a little romance, a little foreplay -- okay, a lot of foreplay, then maybe.

I got up and limped down the hall, checking the apartment numbers along the way -- 1210, 1206… Here it is, twelve hundred. I rang the bell. I sure hoped David was awake already.

To my surprise, the door swung open two seconds later. "Sis!" All smiles, David threw his arms around me in a big hug, which pushed me back on my tender ankle.

"Ow! Shit."

David backed off and looked at me. "What's wrong? Damn! What happened to you?"

I made a pouty face at him.

"Oh, baby, come here." David slipped his arm under mine and helped me into the apartment. With him assisting, I limped over to the sofa and sat down.

"Let me get some ice and a towel." David ran into the kitchen while I held my bleeding knee. 

See; I told you, he's so nice and thoughtful. 

I looked down at my scraped knee. It was just an abrasion, a carpet burn. It'd probably take weeks to heal. So much for short skirts! Worse yet these were new hose too. Sometimes I wondered why everything seemed to happen to me. I'd just… Oh wow!

My mouth dropped open. My breath came in little bursts. My heart was racing. The view of the city out of the windows was incredible. The cool fog had cleared and the warm sun poured over the scenery.

David ran back. "Okay, just lie back and I'll take care of this. I've got some great stuff for this in my bike pack. Are you okay?"

I looked back at David, kneeling at my feet. His face was full of concern for me. I smiled. "David, I can't believe this view. It's amazing. We can see all of Twin Towers and… Holy shit! Is that the top of the Golden Gate?"

The mist that my flight had descended through was in the process of burning off and the panorama that is San Francisco spread itself before us in the bright primary colors of mid morning. The water that had flashed gray beneath the wings of the airplane now danced and sparkled blue as the haze lifted.

"Yeah, you can see the whole thing when it's clear. Told you you'd like it. Sit back and enjoy. I need to fix your knee. Okay? Uhm… Your hose look like toast. Can I just rip them to get to the…"

"I'll just take them off." I lifted my butt, grabbed the top of the panty hose and pushed them down over my knees and off my one good ankle.

"What? What is it?" David was looking off to one side and down, away from me.

He looked back at me, then rolled his eyes. "I… Am a guy, okay?"

Confused, I snapped back. "Yeah. So…?"

"You just… You just flashed your panties at me." He looked flustered.

"I did not, I just took off my panty hose!"

He nodded his head emphatically and raised his hands helplessly.

I laughed and sat back on the sofa. 

He smiled, and rubbed his forehead.

"Sorry, I… Can you fix my knee?" I wanted to change the subject.

"Yeah, sure. Now, hold still. This might sting a little."

It did. I grimaced, showing my teeth as he cleaned the blood off of my knee, and out of the scrape.

Seagulls were gliding in the wind outside the window while he dressed and fixed a bandage for me. I watched him bent over my knee as he put the bandage on. His thumbs gently rubbed the dressing into place, so that it would stick well. David had such a tender, caring way about him. He'd be a real catch someday for some special… His eyes flicked up my legs and stared. I looked down. My skirt was still rolled up to my hips. David was looking at my panties. The color drained out of my face. I didn't know what to do. I could feel a tingling creep along my pussy like little fingers lightly brushing through the hair.

His hands went to my knee and brushed it lightly. "There, all done." He looked up at me brightly with his sea green eyes. "You okay? Does it hurt?"

"Uh… No, it's fine. Thanks." I sat up quickly, pushing my skirt back down.

I was panting, a little out of breath. "I… Was surprised you were up already. I thought you usually slept in later than this."

"Yeah, you'd be right most days, but I knew you were coming this morning and I wanted to straighten the place up a little." He backed off to the center of the living room and raised his hands. "So, what do you think? Adequate?"

I looked around at the sunken living room before me, the built in bookshelves along the low wall separating it from the kitchen and the hall. David had chosen nice subtle colors, too, for the furniture he had. "It's wonderful. I won't be crowding you here, will I? I mean, we could just as easily make this a temporary arrangement until I found…"

David shook his head and took my hands. "It's our place, pumpkin. Don't worry about a thing. Want to see your room?"

"Sure, pull me up."

He gently helped me to my feet and I tried a couple of steps. My ankle didn't look swollen; maybe it wasn't too bad. 

"You okay? Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I think so. I better stick to the elevator for a while, though."

Knock, knock, knock! The door rumbled.

My hand flew to my mouth. "Oh, shit! The movers! I forgot to tell you…"

David hushed me with a gesture. "Don't sweat it. I got this." He opened the front door and began telling Goofus and Doofus where to put my stuff.

I walked up the two tiny stairs to the hallway and followed it back to the bedrooms. The first one was empty. The second one was just off the balcony and filled with David's stuff. On his dresser were framed pictures of the family -- Mom, Dad and an old one of me, taken in Vegas. I'd forgotten about that trip. In the picture, I was standing in front of a million-dollar one-armed bandit somewhere on the Strip. I smiled, remembering the time we'd shared, staying in hotels and with our Aunt and Uncle. There was a new one of David, a much more recent photo. He'd really matured over the past three years while I was away at school and he was out here -- so handsome.

"Did you want to get changed?" David stood I the doorway. "One of the movers mentioned…"

I put his picture back down, and just stared at him for a moment. "Yeah. I… Uh, need to get into some work clothes and help those guys."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea, Gretta."

"Why not?"

"Your ankle. Up and down a lot today won't help it get better."

"Oh, it's okay. It's just today. I'll be f…"

David put up his hand. "Okay, let's work it like this. I help the guys get your stuff up from the street, and you stay up here and unpack. Deal?"

I sighed and smiled at him. "You're the best."

"Yeah, I know. It’s too bad they can only make you a saint after you die.”

“I think you have to be Catholic too.” I said, smiling again.

"Okay I’ll consider conversion but meanwhile, where's your suitcases?"

Twenty minutes later, I was in a T-shirt, jeans and tennies, unpacking plates in the kitchen. David, true to his word, helped the movers get everything up to the twelfth floor. By the time they were paid and gone, there were moving boxes, furniture and pictures filling the living room and running out into the hall.

I was done with the kitchen and started opening another box, labeled "bedroom."

David came back from the elevator. His shirt was soaked with sweat. "Where did you ever accumulate so much crap?"

My brow furrowed. " I resent that. Some of this crap is really expensive."

David smiled. “OK, where did you accumulate so much expensive crap?”

“Mostly from secret admirers. Did you bring up the crate of lead ingots?”

“It’s right next to the scrap iron. Are you sure they were secret admirers or just neighbors who didn’t pay their trash service? Honestly have you ever heard of an organization called the “Goodwill?” They have trucks that will come right to your door and pick up shit like this.”

“I called, they said they didn’t want it.”

“At least they have taste, unlike some people I could mention by name but won’t.”

“Bite me.”

"You want a beer?"

"Absolutely."

I opened the fridge and pulled two beers out, popping the caps off. I handed one to David. "To an amazing duo!"

David clinked his beer against my raised one. "To us!"

I tilted the beer back and chugged a little. Mmm… Almost nothing as good as a cold one when you've been working hard. It felt like liquid gold, bubbling down my throat.

I felt a chill. The fridge was still open. I pushed it shut. Turning to David, he had his beer to his lips, but he was staring at my tits. Concerned, I looked down. My nipples were erect, clearly sticking up through the T-shirt. I looked back up at David. His eyes were on mine.

I rolled my eyes. "Sorry, that's going to happen sometimes."

He took another drink, watching me. "What's going to happen?"

He tried to look totally innocent. "David, you were…"

"Calculating how much money I can save in central heating? What's the matter? Did you slash your underwear budget or something?" He pointed at my chest.

I looked back down at my nipples. Yep, still waving.

"Can't you cover them up or something?"

"Excuse me, they are covered."

"You know what I mean."

I got defensive. "You mean wear a bra, is that it?"

"Well, whatever. Most women do." David started to walk away.

"David, look at me."

He stopped and turned around.

I put my beer down and gestured. "This is me. This is what comes with me. Wearing a bra is purely fashion for me. If you and I are going to live together, you need to get over any… Icky feelings you have about having a woman around."

"I don't have any…"

"You said it yourself."

"What?"

Making myself as pompous as possible. "I'm a guy! You just flashed me!"

"What? Oh, come on."

"No, you listen to me. You are going to have a female in your life for a while. I have panties, tampons, breasts and a pussy! They're going to be here. They travel with me. Get used to it!"

David smiled kind of funny, and leaned against the kitchen counter. 

"What? What is it?"

"I'm not so sure about the breasts."

"Oh, you asshole!" I jumped on him and hit him in the back. "You take that back, you jerk!"

He ran into the living room, trying to get away from me, but I kept after him, hitting him on the arms, the shoulders, and the back. "You take that back!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It was just a little joke. I mean, two little jokes." He laughed and tried to stay just out of my reach. He dodged left, trying to make it to the hallway and I caught him. He fell over the corner of the coffee table, and I want down on top of him. He fell on his back and I landed on his chest. 

“Take it back, you dickhead!"

“Bite me.”

I leaned over and bit him on the ear.

“Ouch, that hurts.”

I increased the pressure slightly. I could smell his aftershave as well as his own personal scent from the hard work. A shiver ran down my body right through my hips. 

“Okay, okay, I take it back.” He began chuckling, deep throaty masculine laughter.

I let go of his ear, pushed back and sat on him.  I smiled, raising my arms in triumph -- the queen of the jungle! Suddenly, my eyes popped open. I shifted my hips a little. A sizeable lump was pressed directly against my…

I jumped to me feet. My mouth open in shock and my eyes open. David lay before me.

"A little help?" He raised his hand. 

Breathing again, I took it and I pulled him up. That must have been a mistake. He couldn't have been… Excited or anything. Not with his sister. Not with me. Putting the thoughts out of my mind, I pulled his arm around my waist, and we walked into the kitchen to discuss what we’d have for lunch.

The remainder of the day was spent unpacking. At last, all of my stuff was either put away, hung up or repacked in boxes which David carried down to our storage space on the parking level. It was six in the evening and the sun was setting over the bay.

As the lights of the city started to twinkle into life, we sat in the living room sipping a great California Merlot and picking over the remainder of the Chinese food we’d had delivered. I was explaining that in a few days I would have a company car, which would need a parking permit.

“You mean you just get to go down to the dealership and pick out whatever you want?”

“That’s about the size of it.”

“God, Sis, in my line of work, I call it a perk if the check doesn’t bounce. They make all the payments?”

Yep… Insurance too.”

“That's amazing.” He shook his head, staring at his chopticks, then got a serious look.

“I’ve got to fly out of here tomorrow to Colorado to research a story I’m writing about new internet start-up companies. So, here’s the key to the place. I’ll be gone by the time you wake up. 

"Should I make a copy?"

Why don’t you make three copies? I’ll be back in town before the end of the week” 

“Okay, but why three copies?”

“I’m giving a key to Sandy.”

“And just who is Sandy?” 

“Easy. Sandy is a girl I’ve been seeing for about a year. I wrote you about her.”

“Oh, her.” I went back to my eggroll.

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Gretta. I know you two are going to get along great!”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“She's dying to meet you.”

“Then, why isn’t she meeting me?” I copied his tone.

He got a serious look on his face and paused for emphasis. "She’s in New York, attending a conference. She should be back in a few weeks.” He sighed and picked at his noodles.

I raised my eyebrows. “A long distance relationship?” 

“For the time being, but she has a place here. I’m watering the plants for her while she’s gone and it just occurred to me she might need an extra key to the apartment when she gets back.”

“This sounds pretty serious.” I smiled.

He smiled back and tried to hide it. “Yeah, I guess, but I'm not rushing things.”

I tried to tease him. “Are you comfortable with her out of town and gone so long, I mean aren’t you afraid she might be seeing other guys?”

He grinned and took a big bite out of his noodles. “I’m sure she’s not just… Seeing them.”

This caught me. “Does she… Does she mess around on you?” 

He looked at my face and held his hands up. “Look, Gretta. I love you, but you’ve got a lot to learn about me. Don't worry… Uh, we’ve got plenty of time to get reacquainted, but for the time being…"

I was very confused. "But… But Sally's messing around while you're…"

"Gretta!" He looked almost angry. "First of all, it's Sandy. Second of all, I think you need…" He sighed. "I think I’ll retire to my room, give my girl a call and get some shuteye.” He picked up his wineglass, drained the remainder and walked to the kitchen.

I was bugged. I didn't get… Oh, whatever. California sure has changed my brother.

An hour later I was snuggled under the covers of my bed flipping through the cable selections and starting to feel sleepy when I realized David hadn’t given me a parking pass for tomorrow. I didn’t want to park a brand new car on the street. I got up out of bed and walked down the hall to David’s room. Was he still awake?

He was, I could hear the rumble of his voice as he talked with his girlfriend. I knocked gently and peeked inside. David was lying on his bed entirely naked, his face turned away from the door with the phone on his ear.

He rolled his body towards the door and my hand shot to my mouth. I almost screamed. Out of his thatch of brownish-blond hair, his penis was sticking up, erect and very big. He had one hand around the base of it next to his balls and the other one was lightly stroking the head with just his fingertips. 

My mouth suddenly dry, I licked my lips, watching him. My mind was in turmoil. Should I clear my throat or… Instead I stood there in silence, transfixed as his hand moved up and down his hard cock in a leisurely fashion.

Looking down at myself I realized that I was nearly naked. I was wearing a pair of panties and a very thin top that clearly showed my breasts through the semi-transparent material. I felt a slight tingling at my pussy. My nipples were rock hard.


The Sibling Diaries Ch. 02



This is sick. I quietly closed the door. What had I been thinking, walking in on him like that and me nearly naked, too? Embarrassed for us both, I headed back to my room. Feeling suddenly chilled, I took my robe down from its hook and put it on, jumping when my fingers brushed my right nipple.  I looked down, my nipples were sticking out really stiff and my aureoles were swollen firm. 

My right hand touched my nipple again and a little shock tingled right down my body, making my breath quicken. I closed my eyes as my thumb and forefinger caressed my breast. The tingle began to spread.

What’s wrong with me? I pulled the robe closed. I walked back down the hall and firmly knocked on David’s door. 

Shuffling and bed sheets flying. “Wait a second. Come in, sis.”

He sat up in bed with the covers pulled up, and still on the phone.

“Sorry to bother, but you forgot to give me the parking pass.”

Realization crossed his face. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. Wait here a sec and I’ll go get it for you. In the meantime, I want you to meet Sandra Hawkins.” He got up, speaking into the portable. “Sandy, I want you to meet my sister, Gretta.” He handed me the phone and walked out.

He was wearing boxer shorts that showed no evidence of an erection whatsoever. On the nightstand, however, stood an open bottle of massage oil and what appeared to be a battery operated vibrator. 

My eyes flew open and stared. I looked away with my furrowed brow, and shook my head. Mind your own business.  I put the phone to my ear.

A voice buzzed through the speaker. "Hello? Hello? Are you there?"

"Oh, yes. Hi." I caught sight of the vibrator again, frowned and turned away from the nightstand.

“I am so sorry that I can’t be there to meet you in person, David talks about you all the time.” Her tone was utterly sincere.

She sounded nice. “He does?”

“Indeed, as a matter of fact we’re both very excited about you coming to live with David.” I thought I heard an undertone of humor, as if she were sharing a private joke with herself, but still…

“You are?” In college, most girlfriends I had known were pretty territorial, even with sisters. But I wasn't in college or Chicago any more for that matter.

“Gretta, you really have no idea just how happy we both are that you chose to move in. It’s not really the money. If David asked me, I’d be happy to give him the extra money he needs to make the rent. I think he needs to have family around and I could use a girlfriend to play with.”

Yep, she sounded almost too nice. “I’m sure you’ve got plenty of friends already, I don’t want to be an imposition” 

“But not girlfriends that…” 

"Here you go." David walked back into the bedroom, holding a plastic card in his hand.

“David’s back." I pressed the phone to my ear. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

"Oh, well…Welcome to our little corner of the world, Gretta.”

“Thanks. Thanks very much, Sandy. See you soon.” I handed the phone back to David. He gave me the card.

He immediately sank back into the depths of his phone conversation and climbed into bed. I closed the door quietly and walked back down the hall.

Back in my room, standing in front of the full-length mirror at the end of my bed, I slipped the robe off my shoulders and looked at myself. I turned sideways and placed my hands on my hips. Then I stood up straight and pulled my shoulders back. Not too bad.

Sandy sounded nice. But there was something mysterious… Something in the way she said things. What was that she had said about girlfriends? And she sounded like she was rich or something, offering to pay for David. I wonder what she's like? Knowing my brother, she's probably a knockout--curvy body, big boobs, drop-dead gorgeous. Oh yeah, your basic nightmare. Probably real high-maintenance. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed, still looking in the mirror. I saw the covers behind me and thought of David, lying in bed. I blushed. My cheeks burned. I should have known better than just to walk in. If he'd done that to me, I would have probably screamed. Heck, I almost did scream. I grinned and closed my eyes.

I stood there for a moment, thinking about what I'd just seen -- my brother's penis sticking straight up, obviously aroused and his fingers touching it lightly in an erotic caress. The same tingling from before started climbing all around my pussy, racing up and down my tummy. I pressed my hand to my mons and clutched my knees together. I sighed -- a long low sigh. I moaned and sat on the bed, opening my eyes. My nipples were swollen. I leaned back, lifting my top up. I hardly had any breasts, but it was almost as though Mother Nature had tried to make up for what I was lacking there in my nipples -- long, thick and surrounded by pinkish aureole that puffed up whenever I was feeling aroused. They were puffy now, like someone had inflated them. I wetted my fingers in my mouth and began gently twisting my nipples, milking them from base to tip. My favorite caress when I'm alone. I looked down at my busy fingers. I wish my tits were bigger. Little shivers ran through my body, straight from my nipples to my pussy. I could feel my labia getting slippery, the lips sliding against one another. I looked up.

The girl in the mirror was flushed and little goose bumps were standing up on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. I lifted the gauzy top over my head and let it float to the floor. The girl in the mirror mimicked me. A mirror. The girl in the mirror -- Amber. I remembered from freshman year, doing the same thing with my roommate standing beside me. We had masturbated together, watching ourselves in a mirror.

I pinched my nipples a little harder, and bit my lip to stifle a groan.

She and I had spent the night talking about guys and dating and finally sharing our sexual experiences with each other. After about three hours of this kind of talk I had felt myself getting wet, the lips sliding against one another, just like now.

She had kissed me out of the blue. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

“No… Have you?”

“No, I just thought…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a bright red. She kissed me again -- so soft. She backed away and looked at me.

“What are you thinking?”  My body trembled.

“I don’t know." She kissed me again. "But I like this. Do you?"

I looked at her deep green eyes, her tousled hair in her face. "Yes."

She smiled and leaned towards me. Closing my eyes, I felt her soft tongue lick my lips. I opened my mouth and her hands gently pulled us together. My head spun. The kiss to intensified into a passionate, lingering erotic kiss. When we broke apart, she was flushed, breathing deeply. We looked down at each other. Her nipples were very clearly showing through her nightshirt. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my clit and nipples.

Looking at her I said, “Well, what do you think?”

“It was all right, but… But I think kissing a boy is still better.”

“I agree it felt nice, but boys are best.”

"Right." We kissed each other again, harder.

I pictured it in my mind as I continued looking in the mirror, touching my breasts and squeezing myself until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I slipped my panties down my legs, seeing myself back in the dorm room with Amber.

She hugged me as we kissed. I felt her breasts warmly press against mine and her hands massaging my back. I felt the bed behind me press up into us -- Amber resting on top of me.

"Ow!" Amber pushed off of me and sat back, grabbing at her side.

"I'm sorry.  Did I…?" I felt embarrassed.

"No, no, no. It's just this fucking bra." Amber pulled her blouse up and reached behind herself, unhooking her bra. "This goddamned underwire is killing me. Sorry."

"That's okay, I…" But I froze. She lifted her arms out of the tshirt and pulled the bra away, exposing her breasts to me. I'd seen her naked often enough as we were getting ready for classes, but never this close -- never in bed together.

She started rubbing underneath them, massaging where it had bit into her. They jiggled.  God, when did she get this big?

She saw me staring. "Oh, I'm sorry, I…" Her shoulders sagged and she looked down at me. "You're so lucky."

I looked down. My nipples poked out against the slight swell of my bosom. "What are you talking about? There's nothing here."

She smiled, looking me in the eyes. "Are you kidding? You're beautiful."

"I guess we all want what we can't have." I pointed at her boobs. "Your breasts are incredible -- big, round, curvy." I sighed. "Like a real woman should be."

She took my hand and pulled me to her, kissing me softly again. A thrill ran through my shoulders, ending in an ache at the end of my nipples. She took my hand and pressed it underneath her breast.

"It's okay, go ahead, please." She licked her lips, watching me.

I swallowed and looked at my hand. Gently, I lifted. It was so soft, like… Just like a velvet pillow. 

Amber took my other hand and placed it on her other breast. My breathing was becoming ragged. She placed her hands outside of mine and pressed her boobs together. The cleavage went almost to her neck.

"I wish mine would do that."

She put her arms around me, hugging me, whispering, "Sweetie. Yours hands feel so good. My boyfriend just grabs, but you… You feel sexy."

She smiled and I grinned.

She lifted her hand, and looked me in the eyes. "How… How do you like to… To be touched?"

I took her wrist, closed my eyes and placed her hand flat against my chest, just below my neck. I guided her palm over and down, rubbing quietly under and around my left breast. All I could hear was our breathing. My heart hammered against my ribs.

"My boyfriends never touches my breasts. I don't think they know what to do when nothing's there." Her hand massaged its way by itself now, slowly teasing then hotly rubbing over my breasts and nipples.

She stopped. I opened my eyes, trying to catch my breath. She looked at me. I could smell her arousal.

“How do you like to be played with?” I pointed between my legs.

"You mean with my pussy?"

I swallowed. "Yes."

"Well, usually, it's dark and in his car. He gets excited… Hard, you know, and he sticks his fingers down my…"

"No, not that." I smiled. She looked confused. "When you're alone. How do you like to be played with?"

An eyebrow shot up from Amber and her mouth opened a little. I thought she was about to say something.

I decided to take a gamble.  “Can you show me?”

She looked around. “Right now?”

I just smiled.

She looked down. “I’d be embarrassed just standing in front of you, naked while you just sat and watched.”

“I could get undressed too.”

She sighed, looking at me. “Okay.”

I stood up to undress.

“Gretta?”

“Yes” I unbuttoned my top.

“One other thing.”

“What’s that?” I said slipping my bottoms off, now totally naked except for a pair of very wet panties.

“You have to show me, too.”

My nipples ached at that. I covered them with my palms. “Maybe, we could just show each other at the same time.”

Amber hesitated. “You won’t tell anyone?”

“No, this is just between us.”

She laid back on the bed and pulled off her bottoms, exposing a very pretty pair of panties that were clearly just as soaking as mine.  She stood, hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties at her hips, the she stopped, looking at me.

I woke up, took a deep breath and slid mine down off my legs, rolling back on the bed. She stripped her panties down and climbed onto the bed beside me. Her pussy was very hairy. A little trail even reached to her navel.

She looked down at my mons. "Do you shave it?"

My eyes flashed to my body. "No, no. Why?"

"Why shave it, or…?"

I was confused. "Why do you ask?"

She sat up on one elbow and looked at my pussy. "Because there's hardly any… Well, look. With your blonde hair, it looks like peach fuzz -- barely there. You can see everything."

Embarrassed, I blushed scarlet right down to my nipples.

Amber touched my shoulder and brushed my neck with her hand. "Oh, I'm sorry, Gretta. You're very pretty -- really. Most girls have to shave themselves to look as good as you do naturally." She smiled and lay back down, her breasts flattened out towards her arms.

She started slowly teasing her hands along her sides. "First, I have to be touched and get aroused, but I think I'm past that stage now." She lifted her left knee and deftly slipped a finger along her slit. She closed her eyes and rolled her head towards me, breathing deeply. 

"When I touch myself, I like it to be light and gentle, just making the skin aware." She moaned lightly in the back of her throat. 

I was riveted. 
As I start to get more excited and wet, I open my outer lips and run just the pads of my fingers along them. It feels almost like a lick."

"A lick?"

She continued running her fingers slowly up and down inside, teasing her lips open. "Yes, haven't you…?" She stared at me for a moment.

She closed her eyes and lifted her right knee. "When I'm ready, I press a finger inside me." She groaned as she slid her middle finger deep inside. "I love the tingling sensation I get when it pushes me apart, spreading me."

As I pictured Amber lying beside me now, I pushed a finger deep inside myself, reveling in the exquisite moment as my insides move to allow the intrusion. I moaned softly, panting against the mattress beneath me.

I watched the finger bury deep inside her puss and pull out again, pulling her lips open like two pink little butterfly wings. 

She started to pant. "As I get… More excited. I like to squeeze my breasts a little." Her other hand ran up her side, cupping her boob across the top with her fingers. When they squeezed down, she arched her back, pushing her breast into the palm.  

She moaned. "It feels… So good." She let out a long stream of air.

In front of the mirror in David's apartment, I did the same, sighing. "Then what, Amber? How… How do you finish?"

The question stumbled out of my mouth. I wanted to grab the words and pull them back in. Amber's eyes opened, looking at me. I could see a little sweat on her upper lip and her forehead.

She breathed heavily. "You… You wanna… Want to watch me?"

I sighed. "Yes." My pussy was soaked. I felt a drop run down the inside of my thigh.

Amber tucked both her heels tightly up against her bottom, spreading her legs high and wide. "Then, when I'm… Ready…" She breathed in and out a couple of times quickly. "I press in another finger… Ahhhh." She had two fingers in her vagina now, pumping slowly in and out. "And I use my other hand to… To… Oh my God! To… Make… Make me… Ohhhh!" Her other hand started rubbing along the side of her clit. I couldn't see it, but I knew where she was touching. Her finger rolled around her hand, making little circles around the top of her pussy. The room smelled of her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. They were glazed over, only half-open. Her mouth was open, breathing in and out like she was running a race.  The breath from my mouth was making my tummy move in and out, too. I wanted to touch my pussy. I could feel my clit throb with Amber's every thrust of her fingers.

"Here… Here, you… You do it." She grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her pussy. I hesitated. She felt me tense.

"Please, Gretta. I want to cum. I need to cum. Please help me." The pleading on her face got to me. I let her guide my hand. Her pussy was wet -- very wet. It felt as if my fingers were pressing into an oily hot goo. I felt a hard little nub brush my fingertips.

"Right there. Right there. " She moved my fingers in a little circle for a minute, then let go. I kept moving them just like she had, but gently, lightly.

She looked up at me, speaking between breaths. "No, Gretta, push harder… Oh yeah, that's better."

Her hips started to push up every time I pushed down, rocking against my fingers. Her breath came in great whooshes out of her mouth, little moans at the end of each breath. Then, slowly, finally, she got frantic. Her fingers sawed in and out faster and faster, her other hand clutching at her boobs.

"Oh, here I… Gretta! I'm gonna… I'm going to… Oh God!" She grabbed my hand and held it to her dancing hips, shaking and collapsing on her side in a frenzy of spasms. Her face was red and her eyes were rolled back in her head, panting and puffing. She stopped for a moment, then jerked again, stopping her breathing and jerking again. Finally, she panted once deeply and calmed, the tension draining from her. 

A little drool dripped from the side of my mouth. I brought my hand up and wiped it from my lips. I looked at it hanging there. I pressed my fingers back up into my pussy and thought about what Amber said next to me all those years ago.

She opened her eyes and saw me. "My God." She sighed and breathed in deeply, making her breasts rise. "Look at your nipples."

I looked down at them. They stood out straight, about an inch. Long, erect, hard nipples on top of my puffy aureole, all pink and covered in little goosebumps. 

She touched my right one with her finger. I jumped and closed my eyes as a shivering jolt ran through my body.  When I opened them, I noticed my hands were shaking.

Amber was smiling at me. She sat up on one elbow, leaned in and kissed me - just a quick peck on the lips. Then she put her right hand on my shoulder and pushed. I rolled onto my back, my nipples pointing straight up in the air. She looked at me.

"Your turn."

I felt very self-conscious all of the sudden. I tried to clear my head, so I could think of what I should do first. I closed my eyes and started to run my hands up and down my sides.

She kissed me. She licked at my lips and I opened my mouth to her. Her tongue snaked its way inside and tickled the roof of my mouth. I moaned. I felt her hand pull on my thigh. I moved it, opening my legs, but she pulled my thigh up, between us.

Then, I felt it. Her hand was lightly touching me. A finger lazily grazing up and down my slit, teasing, not entering, not rubbing, but gently stroking. I bounced my hips up, trying to catch her finger.

She chuckled low in her throat and broke the kiss, her emerald eyes burning into mine. "Is this what you want, sweetie?"

Her two stiff fingers sank slowly into me, pressing deep, spreading my vagina wide open.

My head came up, almost hitting hers as the breath shot out of my mouth, followed by a moan. "Oh, oh, mmm…"

I clutched my arms around her, holding on as she started moving her fingers in and out of me. "You're too far gone to play around, Gretta. You want to cum right now, don't you?"

I just grunted as her arm pistoned the fingers into me.

"You want to cum all over my fingers, don't you Gretta? Is this what you want?"

Her arm was a blur, plunging into me. Behind my eyes, I saw blue stars spread around the eyelids. I held onto her for fear of falling off the bed. Her large breasts hugged against my aching nipples. Little tingles of delight started echoing between my clit and my brain, spreading a tension that had stretched itself between my hips. 

I tried to answer her, but only moaned. "Uh-huh!"

She pressed me down onto the bed, holding her fingers still inside me for a moment. My hips were moving of their own volition, seeking stimulation against her hand. Sweat pooled between my breasts and ran down my tummy's side. My face felt clammy. My lips were dry from panting.

Amber kissed the side of my face, then sat up for a moment, her fingers still inside me.

She took my hand and brought it down to my pussy. "Go sister, I want to see you when you cum."

I locked eyes with her and started to rub my clit. The sensation was too great. I rolled my eyes back as my head flung back against the bedspread. 

I felt something hot close over my nipple. Amber had closed her mouth over it and was sucking me. "Oh! Amber, what are you… What are…?" God, it felt good. As she licked my nipples, little shocks tingled down my body, tumbling around in my tummy and burst into my head. I felt like I'd been plugged in.




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 02



I looked up at the mirror across the room. Amber leaned over, kissing my breasts and pumping her arm between my legs. My own finger was a blur over my clit.

As I continued to picture Amber and I on that night, another thought elbowed its way into my mind. My mental geography changed and I saw into the next room, picturing David as he talked to Sandy on the phone and stroking his rigid cock. I shook my head, banishing the image of David from my mind. I pictured a big, hard cock in front of me with a masculine torso above it. His hands slowly jacking the shaft. The purple head of it pointed right at me. 

I licked my lips, breathing heavily. My hands continued to make love to me, pressing me high, stretching the tension in my hips. I moaned at the back of my throat.

The cock in front of me was turning purple and swelling in the hand that caressed it. I spread my legs, wishing this big penis were right there, right at my pussy, ready to fuck me. I continued to plunge my fingers inside my tight pussy. I thrust my finger in and out, sliding its length across my clit in my special place. My breath quickened.

I put another finger inside me, pushing and twisting it deep down until I touched my G-spot. Stars went off. I arched my back, knocking my head against the headboard, but no pain, I felt too, too good. 

I pictured the cock at my pussy, pressing inside me, coating its shaft in my juices, fucking in and out of my pussy. I wanted to come all over it, come all over that cock.

That did it. Bolts of electricity raced down my legs. I tried to stifle it, but a groan escaped, followed by a sob; I couldn’t help it, I was coming so nice. I jammed my two fingers deep in my pussy and came against them, fucking my hips forward, making my bed squeak. 

As my orgasm started, I looked up the torso and saw the man's face. It was David. It happened so fast that I was powerless to stop it. A vivid picture of David above me, sweaty, panting and pumping his hips. Horrified, I looked down between my legs and saw his erect cock sliding in and out of my pussy. It felt so good. Suddenly, he pulled out, and stood between my spread thighs. He stroked his cock and squirted hot cream, arching in the air, and splattering across my body as I came in front of him, as I came with him! Oh no! I can’t… Can't do this.  My hips bucked against my hand as sparks flew up my body.

My orgasm washed over me, spasms making me jump against the sweaty sheet beneath me. The tension broke in my hips and plunged my mind into light -- a big burst of light behind my eyelids. I coughed once, trying to breathe too fast. But I eventually slowed, coming down, settling, sinking into the bed beneath me until I breathed deeply in the warmth of my cum.

I don't know how long I laid there naked, the covers thrown off and my nipples pointing at the ceiling, but I felt great – but wrong. Here I was basking in the afterglow of an anonymous fuck by an imaginary man only to be replaced at the last moment by my own brother, David.

What the hell is wrong with me? As the afterglow conspired with my own exhaustion, the night swept me away into concerned sleep. The last thing I remember as the darkness closed in was the sound of David’s bed, squeaking from the next room. 



The Sibling Diaries Ch. 03



Full chain & introduction can be found at this link.

UNITED AIRLINES FLIGHT 2069 FROM DENVER TO 
SAN FRANCISCO

Now here it is four years later and Gretta has moved in with me.  She’s been here for a few months and she’s started to settle in.  I find it ironic that I’m sitting in coach on a flight returning to San Francisco as I take this story up.  After all, our story started with us both on a flight between Las Vegas and Chicago stuck in Denver and here I am with my head in the clouds again.

As usual the passengers are jammed into row after row of seats that do little to accommodate personal space or even comfort.  Happily for me I’m jammed in next to a twenty-year old muffin wearing perhaps the worlds shortest skirt, really more of a wide belt, operating a laptop with an earphone plugged into her ear playing music so loud I can almost make out the lyrics.  She hasn’t said two words since we took off but what she lacks in companionship she more than makes for in ascetics.

There is something about sitting in the brightly lit cabin of an aircraft cutting through the air at thirty thousand feel that helps me to relax.  As we rose over the blue majesty of the Rocky Mountains, I reclined my seat, took a sip from the drink in front of me and thought about the changes Gretta and I had both undergone in the intervening four years.

Gretta arrived, unpacked and moved in without incident.  The first night she nearly walked in while Sandy, my girlfriend and I were doing the nasty thing over the phone, but aside from that we’ve managed the last couple of months more or less without incident.  Well…almost without incident.

She has grown and is more desirable looking than ever.  True to our word, neither of us has ever mentioned our stay at the hotel four years ago.  The existence of this secret has caused us to grow closer in a strange sort of way.  I sometimes think that she really doesn’t remember, but…I know better.

During the day it’s that way with me too.  It is late at night when I’m alone in bed that I sometimes allow myself the luxury of remembering.  I’ve been doing that more and more frequently of late and now that Sandy has entered into my life, well she’s confused the issue a little bit and that has also become a concern for me.

Gretta spent the last four years finishing her education and when she moved in the first change I noticed was she now had a direction in life.

She had always had a penchant for the logical and mathematical end of education.  In graduate school, it had all come together unexpectedly when she discovered the striking similarity between calculus and certain computer program and software languages.  Although she had envisioned tenure and advancement as a research fellow, her talent and ambition took her into software design.  Now she lives with me, her brother in a conspicuously luxurious apartment towering over San Francisco.

You’d think with her talent, intelligence and knock-out good looks she’d be besieged by serious suitors or at least interesting dates.  This has not been the case, at least up until now.  In school as an undergraduate she had little time for the social activities most students immerse themselves in.  Her field of study was dry, to say the least.  She left the great issues for others to debate.  There is no debate about calculus and applied physics, except in the most theoretical sense.  For the most part, math just is.

Now that she’s moved in and we’ve settled down I find I’m more confused then ever about her chaste and very solitary lifestyle.  I see her leaving in the morning, so lovely she takes my breath away.  As a rule she wears a dark blue short skirt and vested suit with a white no-nonsense blouse.  Her long white-blonde hair is usually done up in an elaborate French braid which reaches nearly to her waist, even after she has plaited it.  I still haven’t seen it unbraided, but it must reach damn near half way down her legs when it’s loose.  She breezes by with a sunny smile, a scent of shampoo and soap and the sound of her pantyhose rasping as she walks out the door and I just want to lay down and die for her.

I would like to say I’ve overcome my obsession with my sister, but that would be a lie.  I have managed to conceal it very well and I’m very careful not to reveal our secret even with an unguarded glance.  But the obsession is there.

It’s not like I’m hard up for sex.  My current girlfriend, Sandra sees to that.

Sandy is that one in a million girl that every guy dreams about, but never meets.  I’m not just talking about looks, which are beyond belief; Sandy defies description.  She is short, petite, with dark brown eyes and jet-black hair.  When I say short, I mean just about five-foot tall.  Her skin is milk white, soft and clear. Her body is perfect with wide hips and breasts large enough to draw stares but proportionate and firm enough to need no supportive undergarment.  You can tell that she will be that way until she’s old and gray.  Unlike many women; gravity is her friend.

Now I suppose if I just liked beautiful women that would be enough to keep me in hog heaven.  The fact is, she could be as ugly as a busted blister and I’d still love her.  The reason is simple, she’s more perverted than I am and she’s really smart.

When I say really smart, I’m not talking about smart enough to meet the parents or discuss current events.  I’m talking about doing the New York Times crossword in ink.  When she writes a letter to the editor, it gets published, when she talks people listen.  They’d listen if she had leprosy and about three teeth left in her mouth.  You can imagine the presence she commands looking like she does.  She takes people’s breath away.  She’s not a trophy, she’s a treasure.

Did I mention she’s even more perverted than I am?

More perverted than I am?  Now you might be asking yourself, exactly what does he mean by that?

The first time I met Sandy was at a coffee shop.  She was dating a friend of mine.  Surprisingly, he’s still a friend.  We sat a while and talked.  Actually, he talked.  I was thunderstruck by Sandy.  I’m afraid I gawked.  That’s not entirely accurate, I gaped, I stammered and I blushed.  Eventually I croaked something out like, “You are umm, certainly quite a woman Sandy”.  At the same time I managed to spill coffee on my shirt while knocking a fork onto the floor.  

My friend laughed and said, “Don’t feel too bad, Sandy tends to have an effect on people”

We all shook hands and went our separate ways walking back to work.  About a block from the coffee shop, I heard small footsteps overtaking me and looked down to see Sandra by my side catching up to me.  She took my arm and said, “I’m glad I met you, I’m sure we’re going to be very good friends.”  She then offered me a firm dry handshake and turned to scurry off to her job.  I nearly came in my pants.

A few days later, I had almost forgotten the incident.  It was late in the evening and I was lying in my bed flipping through the TV channels waiting for the sandman to sweep me off to the zone when the phone by the side of the bed rang.  I picked it up and said hello.

“Hello yourself” Sandra’s unmistakable voice came back.

“Sandra?”

“The boy has a memory, this is a good sign.”

“Well, um what are you doing?”

There was a moments silence before she said “David, there are quite a few things you’re going to have to learn about me.  The first thing is that you should never ask me a rhetorical question, I don’t believe in them and I always tell the absolute truth.”


“Won’t you get drummed out of the girl club for doing that?”

“I never fit in, they all hate me, besides I’d never want to belong to an organization that’d have me for a member.”

“Was it Will Rogers who said that?”

“Who the hell cares, if I wanted to know I’d memorize Bartlett’s Quotations.”

“Well” I said, “What are you doing?”

“I’m lying in bed without a stitch of clothing on my body thinking about you, actually, I’ve been thinking about you for a while now and decided to call because these thoughts of mine are the kind that should be shared.”

“Oh, uh, cool…I think”

“You aren’t going to start stammering again like at the coffee shop are you?  I don’t know if I can deal with a speech impediment.”

“No, you just kind of caught me off guard.”

“Get used to it, its part of my girlish charm.  Aren’t you going to ask what happened to Allen?”

“Uh, yes, what happened to Allen?”

“Consigned to the outer darkness, doomed to life away from my presence.”

“I’m sure he’ll miss your humility, isn’t he pissed?”

“Nope, I set him up with one of the superficial female archetypes I meet from time to time; Tits out to there and a room temperature IQ.  I like it when everyone’s happy.  Aren’t you going to ask why I called you?”

“Why did you call me?”

“I’m glad you asked me that.  I called you because I really like you and I think we’re gonna be real good friends.  Also because I’ve heard you’re a sexual explorer.”

“Who’d you hear that from?”

“Never you mind, suffice it to say you’ve left a few broken hearts behind you and you know how girls talk.”

Sadly, I did know.

“So you called to have your heart broken?”  I asked.

“Nope, I thought I’d give you a try and see if you’re the right kind of guy for me.”

“What kind of guy is that?”

“The kind of guy who wants to put his girl up on a pedestal – so he can look up her dress.  The kind of guy who is smart enough to keep me entertained, honest enough to keep my respect and nasty enough to keep my interest.  I want the kind of guy who wouldn’t mind being asked out on a first date no matter where it was.”

“I’m your man!”

“I thought so, I’ll pick you up in half an hour”

The phone went dead in my ear and thirty minutes later Sandy walked into my apartment and my life.  She was dressed in sneakers, loose fitting sweat pants and a short sleeved button up blouse; a very strange combination.  My face must have registered some expression of surprise.  Looking up at me she said, “So I’m not a slave to fashion, at least not tonight.  I suggest you follow my example.”

I put on a T-shirt, sneakers and sweat pants, “Is this OK?”

“Perfect” She dimpled nicely as she smiled.

Fifteen minutes later we were in her car driving into one of the seediest sections of town.  Strip malls and franchise food places gradually gave way to liquor stores, pawnshops and adult bookstores.  Sandy continued driving with utter confidence.

We were passing a group of sullen young men clearly involved in a drug deal in front a gun shop when I asked Sandy, “Are you sure you know where you’re going?”

She glanced over at me with an amused look  “Of course I know where I’m going.  I always do.”

“Would you mind letting me in on the secret?”

This time the sideways glance was a little more serious.

“That’s fair enough.  I’ll tell you and if you don’t want to go, we don’t have to.  I’ll turn around and go home – no hard feelings.”

“OK”

She hung a left and slowly drove down a dimly lighted street as she talked.  “I heard about this place on the web.  It’s like an adult bookstore with those little booths where they show dirty videos except the walls are made of clear plastic so the people in the booth can see you and you can see them.”

I was dumbfounded.  I’m rarely at a loss for words, but I didn’t know what to say.  Finally I stammered, “Have uh Have you ever done this before?”

The smile was back as she answered “Again with the speech impediment, we may have to find you a therapist.  No I’ve never done this before but I’ve thought about it plenty.  I guess the trick is finding the right person to do it with.”  Then in afterthought she mused, “I wonder what kind of response I’ll get from the patrons of this fine establishment?  Oh look!  Here we are.”

We were pulling into the parking lot of quite possibly the sleaziest adult bookstore I’ve ever seen.  The dim lights flashed and buzzed over signs advertising a 24-hour arcade and Girls!  Girls!  Girls!  Broken glass sparkled on the asphalt and a insubstantial drizzle had started to fall.  She pulled into a parking space, shutting off the engine.  We sat for a moment in the darkened car listening to the engine tick and then she said, “OK this is it, the moment of truth.  Do we go in and try out the entertainment or do I start the car up and go back home?”

I opened the door and got out.  She followed suit.

I think we’d better lock it” she said apologetically.

We walked across the parking lot scattering shards of pulverized glass as we went.  She took my arm and gave it a squeeze.

“I’ll do anything for a new experience” she whispered walking on tiptoe so her whisper would reach my ear.  We opened the door and went in.

The interior was brightly lit with row after of row of plastic wrapped magazines touting every perversion I had ever heard of and quite a few I’d never even imagined.  The florescent lights reflected back from the plastic as we stopped before a display of magazines apparently aimed at men who liked to dress up as babies and poop in their diapers.  Sandy coiled her arm around my waist and stage whispered “I hope you’re not getting any ideas, I’m as adventurous as the next girl, but the only asses I intend to wipe won’t be attached to a grown man.”

“Put your mind at ease” I whispered back, “That looks about as exciting as dental work.”

“I guess it takes all kinds” she said moving on to a rack featuring an array of blindfolded men and women engaged in diversified sexual activities while others looked on.

“Now on the other hand…”

“I think I might have a blindfold or two at home”  I 

“That’s more like it”, she said, giving my waist a squeeze and heading toward the ratty looking gentleman in the squalid change making cubicle.  He sat behind a glass topped counter filled with condoms and various sexual aids watching Jerry Springer disinterestedly on an ancient 13 inch TV.  As we approached I was able to see that his dirty T-shirt was a study in culinary anthropology with every meal he had eaten over the past few days etched in a pattern of stains that announced his dietary habits as clearly as some peoples T-shirts announced their political beliefs.  As we walked up, he eyed us with bored disinterest

“My treat” She said, gamely offering the seedy, cigar-chewing proprietor a twenty.  He counted out the entire amount in one-dollar bills and thrust it back at her. We walked back toward the video area.  Standing near the entrance eyeing the various movie posters was another couple; a young girl and an older man.  The girl wore a flowered print dress and the man wore a dark suit.  When they caught sight of us, the man leaned over and whispered something to the girl who blushed and nodded.  As we passed them, Sandy paused, looked toward the girl and smiled.  The girl smiled back uncertainly and returned her gaze to the movie posters.  We stepped into the twilight of the video area.

There were red and green lights above the booth doors indicating occupancy.  There were also a couple of men eyeing us as we walked in.  If we created a stir, they didn’t indicate it but their eyes certainly followed Sandy as we walked to one of the green lighted doors opened it and stepped in, shutting and locking the door behind us.

It was pitch black except for the red flashing of the slot where we were supposed to deposit money.  I felt around for a second before I realized that there were two plastic chairs; just enough room for two people to sit and watch a dirty movie.  The scent of old sex, sperm, sweat and the personal aroma of earlier patrons the disinfectant had failed to mask was so tangible it left a taste in my mouth.  As we groped in the darkness trying to locate our seats, Sandy whispered, “It even smells nasty.”  I heard the scrape of a chair on the floor and the sound of Sandy sitting in it.  I located mine and did the same.

As Sandy sat down and fed a dollar into the slot she whispered “This is so cool”. The screen came to life revealing that the walls of the booth were indeed made of translucent plastic.  The booth to the right and the left were unoccupied, but the light from our screen illuminated the shapes of chairs in the other booths.

On the screen two men and a woman were having sex.  The woman, on her knees was alternating sucking each of the guys while she played with her own breasts.  Sandy switched the channel.  “I just love channel surfing,” The first picture was replaced by a couple watching a man and a woman make love.

The couple watching squirmed and kissed each other as the couple fucking went at it.  Sandy switched the picture again.  Now one girl stood naked in front of a group of men who were clearly excited by her presence.  The girl issued orders and the men followed her instructions.  I heard Sandy draw in her breath and let it out slowly saying “Oh man this is really cool” as she exhaled.

The door to the right of us opened briefly allowing the dim light from the exterior arcade to radiate through the plastic wall into our booth.  The door shut and we were in darkness again.  On the screen, the girl was telling this man to stroke another and allowing various others to touch her breasts as they crowded around her.  Next door the screen glowed to life as the occupant took his place in his chair.

“I think it’s time for me to give this fellow here a treat” Sandy whispered to me and started to slowly unbutton her blouse, never taking her eyes off the screen.

Up to this point, the strangeness of the situation had pretty well robbed me of any excitement it might have generated.  When Sandy started to unbutton her blouse, I could see that she had nothing at all on under it.  A bolt of excitement sped through me as she gradually exposed the prettiest breasts I have ever seen.  She didn’t do it all at once.  She languidly slipped one button off at a time until the blouse was open exposing her cleavage and tummy, but still covering most of her nakedness including the nipples and most of her breasts.  Just knowing that she was naked and so exposed and open was having a considerable effect on me.

On the screen the girl was still teasing the group of men by letting one young boy fuck her and making the rest watch and play with themselves and each other.  “Oh that’s so hot” Sandy whispered in my ear, her warm sweet breath tickling my ear, I’ll just bet they all wish they could fuck her.”  I noticed that her hand had disappeared and was moving inside her sweat pants, with a slightly slippery sound.

I looked down and was surprised to see an erection making a tent in the pants I was wearing.  I really had no idea how it had gotten there so fast, there it was hard as a rock and  throbbing with excitement.

Looking at my lap, Sandy urged, “Go ahead, just give it a squeeze, I don’t mind.”

And then looking over to the next booth she added, “You won’t be the only one”

Next door, the occupant had unzipped and freed a clearly engorged cock.  While she was whispering to me, I noticed Sandy’s other hand was caressing her breast.  She pulled the material aside exposing one breast completely and started to tease the nipple, gently pulling it, rolling it between her forefinger and thumb and then pulling at it again.  I heard the hand in her pants rub rapidly, stop and then rub rapidly again, the material moving as she accelerated and then stopped, started and stopped over and over, each time the wetness a little more pronounced.  Her aroma began to fill the booth, overpowering the scent of the countless previous occupants

“Oh David” she shuddered, “He’s looking at me.”

He was indeed looking over at us.  He had repositioned his chair so as to be seen as he slowly stroked his erect cock.  Sandy’s hand moved rapidly and stopped again.  Turning to me, she said, “Look, you can see his cock, shall we give him something to look at too?”  She stood up momentarily and facing our neighbor, pulled her pants down to about mid-thigh.  I could only see her pussy reflected on the plastic wall.  She wasn’t rubbing it.  She just stood there, letting him look his fill, swaying her hips slightly, thrusting her pelvis back and forth.  Then she pulled them back on and sat back down on the chair.  Looking at me she said, “Your turn”.




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 03



As if it had a mind of it’s own, my hand had found its way into my pants and was slowly stroking the length of my dick as I watched Sandy in the glow of the screen.  Every once in a while she stopped to feed money into the slot.  We were no longer watching the movie at all.  We were watching each other and our neighbor.

I stood up obligingly and tugged my pants down allowing my dick to spring free.
“Just do what I did” Sandy whispered from behind me.  I stood there and moved back and forth allowing my hard cock to bounce in the dim light.  Our neighbor continued to masturbate, but at a slower pace.

“I think he likes me better”

I felt her hands tugging my pants back into place and she changed places with me so she stood in front of the glass wall.  In one rapid motion she peeled off the blouse that she still wore so she stood entirely topless.  “Here” she said, handing me the wadded up blouse.  I sat it on a chair.  She slipped her pants down to her ankles and stood essentially naked in front of the clear wall.  She moved her hips back and forth so her pussy was nearly touching the wall and then back again.

Looking over her head and shoulders I could see our neighbor moving his hands all over the plastic wall.  At first it looked like he was trying to touch Sandy through the plastic, but his motions were more methodical then that.  Sandy whispered back to me, “What’s he doing?”

“I think he’s looking for a hole he can stick his dick through.”
I felt her shiver slightly.

“Ohhhh that’s really nasty, If he finds one what happens then?”

“Guess”

“Oh David, that’s so fucking hot”.

I noticed that Sandy had resumed rubbing her pussy as she watched our neighbor search for a glory hole.  Behind us a dim light increased the illumination in our booth briefly indicating the booth on the other side had become occupied as well.  We both turned to see who our new neighbor was.

I was surprised to see that the couple we had seen on our way in had entered the booth on the other side of ours.  As we watched he leaned over and again whispered something in her ear and again she blushed and nodded. I felt Sandy tugging my pants down.  “Give the girl a little entertainment” she whispered as she fed another of our diminishing supply of dollar bills into the slot.  I stood there with my sweat pants around my ankles and my cock sticking out like a pole.  I slowly started to stroke myself as the couple looked on.

The girl looked embarrassed and hesitant but excited as she watched me masturbate.  She stood just watching for a minute or two and then reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up revealing panties under pantyhose.  Behind me I heard Sandy clucking her disapproval.  “I may not be a slave to fashion, but at least I know how to dress for an activity.”  She turned to face our other neighbor leaving me to watch the couple on my side of the booth.

It was somehow exciting being watched by an attractive couple, even if they were almost entirely dressed.  I continued to slowly stroke my cock.  On the other side of the plastic, the man began kissing the girl and reaching into her dress to touch her breasts.  I could see her touching a growing bulge in his pants as they divided their attention more or less equally between their video screen, my slow self pleasure and their own.

After a minute or two the girl faced me pulled her skirt up again and began to tug on her pantyhose.  Behind her, her friend was loosening his pants.  Soon they were both naked from the waist down and touching each other, glancing up from time to time to see my reaction.

Suddenly I felt Sandy behind me pressing into my back, rubbing her soft breasts back and forth.  She reached around me and grasped my cock slowly stroking it and whispered, “Shows over for the guy on my side, he came all over the wall.  I almost did it with him” Her hands moved back and forth on my rigid throbbing cock.  Behind us the light changed as our solitary male neighbor left his booth empty again.

“Do you like that?”  Her warm breath tickled my shoulder.

“Oh yes”

“Then you’re gonna love this”

Suddenly she was turning me around, her small hands positioning me so I faced the screen, giving our neighbors a side vies of both of us.  She fed the remaining dollar or two into the slot and then sunk to her knees and encircled my hard cock in her soft mouth.

Looking to my side I could see the couple moving around.  The girl leaned against the screen, feeding money into the slot and positioning herself so her ass was facing her older companion.  I could also see our reflection in the plastic as Sandy squatted in front of me nude except for her shoes and pants pooled around her ankles sucking my cock.  One hand was between her legs rubbing rapidly. I could hear the slippery sounds as she masturbated her pussy.  Every once in a while, she would stop sucking me and look to see what our neighbors were doing stroking me as she did so.

Next door our neighbors were fucking, both their faces turned in our direction, watching us.  I could see his cock, slick with her juices sliding in and out, in and out.  We could hear their cries muffled by the plastic barrier as they fucked faster and faster.

Suddenly, before I knew what was coming, I was there.

“Sandy” I started to say..

Her only response was to begin sucking harder than ever and increase the rate of her self-pleasure.  In the plastic I could see her hand moving so fast it was nearly a blur.

As my cock thickened in preparation, my entire body shuddered.  I felt a vibration around my throbbing cock and realized that Sandy was moaning.

“Sandy”  I began again..

I began to squirt into the warmth of her soft mouth and I could hear her swallowing as our screen blinked into darkness and she continued to drink my hot cream as she shuddered and brought herself off.  Our reflection was gone and I could see our neighbors fucking as if there were no barrier between us.

A moment later she was standing up panting.

“Hand me my shirt”

I reached back and picked it up off the chair, handing it to her She slipped it on and started to button it.  Beside us our neighbors were reaching their own climax as their screen also ran out of money and plunged both booths into total blackness.  I felt her hands tugging my pants back on.  When she finished, I reached down and returned the favor, pulling her sweats over shapely hips and tucking her shirt into the waist, my hand lingering to give her still slippery pussy a gentle squeeze.  She shuddered and gasped, “That’s nice, are you ready to go?”

I pulled my hand free and opened the door flooding the booth with dim light and lighting our neighbors, also in the process of pulling on clothing.  We stepped out.

Sandy took my hand and we walked back out through the store and back out to her car.  The drizzle had stopped and bits of glass crunched under our feet as we walked across the revolting parking lot, stepping past used condoms and what appeared to be a pair of soiled panties. We got into the car.  Sandy started it up and pulled out onto the street.

Looking over at me doubtfully Sandy said “Well?”

“What are we going to do for an encore?”

Sandy laughed and said, “David, believe it or not, you’ll remember this as the night we shook hands.”

“I must admit that your approach to a first date is a trifle unconventional.”

I felt Sandy’s eyes on me and looked over to see the expression on her face was totally serious.

“David, twenty years from now I’m going to be standing in the check out line at the grocery store with a cart full of pampers and frozen dinners and not a single person is going to look at me.  I’ll just be this short middle aged woman with gray streaks in her hair and nice tits.  I’ll just be another brick in the wall.”

Reaching over she took my hand as she continued, “Right now, I can stop traffic.  Men are reduced to gibbering idiocy in my presence and other women hate me.  I recognize that I’ve been given great power and I choose to use that power for good and not evil.”

“What do you mean?”

“I could make men marry me.  I could make them give me money.  I could trap them, turn them into slaves and receive enormous material benefit in exchange for what nature has given me.

She squeezed my hand and continued, “The thing is I realize that the man who truly falls in love will love with me will love what’s between my ears more than what’s between my legs.”

She stopped at a red light and turned to look at be with those deep brown eyes and said, “I think you might be that man.”

I hesitated before I said, “I think you might be that woman.”

“Really, why?”

“Your size, you’re really small.”

Her eyes flashed in anger, “What the hell has that got to do with anything?”

“I like a woman with really small hands, it makes my dick look bigger.”

Her anger vanished instantly as we both dissolved in laughter.

Later, on the elevator on the way back to my apartment she looked up at me and smiled “You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”  We stepped out into the hall and walked to the door to the apartment.  I took her into my arms and prepared to kiss her, she pushed me away roughly.

“I don’t kiss on the first date, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

Before I had a chance to reply, she flounced to the elevator, which was still standing open and stepped in. As the doors closed, she stuck her head out and favored me with a brilliant smile, Good night David, I had a lovely time.”

The doors shut leaving the memory of that smile shimmering in my mind.  I unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment.

Twenty minutes later I was lying in bed.  The phone rang, I picked it up and said hello.

“Hello yourself.”

“Hi Sandy, what are you doing?”

“Not a rhetorical question, very good, you’re learning.  I’m lying here in bed, much like the first time I called without a stitch of clothing on thinking about you and our date tonight.”  In the background I heard a high pitched buzzing.

“What’s the sound I’m hearing?”

“It’s a vibrator.”

My cock had already come to attention and I slipped my underpants down as I asked “What’s it vibrating?”

“My pussy, right now it’s vibrating my pussy as I think about our date tonight, would you like to hear it?”

Before I had a chance to reply, the buzzing became louder and I could hear a slippery sound I realized was her other hand rubbing her clit.  I began stroking my own cock as well.  The buzzing became dimmer and her voice replaced it as she said, “Did you like hearing that?”

“Yes”

“I liked you hearing it too.  Did you enjoy our date tonight?”

“I’m still enjoying it”

“Point taken, me too.  Before I climax, which isn’t going to be a very long time at all, I want us to tell each other a secret.”

“What kind of secret?”

“What kind? The nasty kind, you silly, the kind you’ve never told anyone ever”

“OK” I said, stroking faster, “Who goes first?”

Her voice was unsteady as she replied, “I will, I’m no chickenshit, besides, I’ve had time to think about it.”

“Well then…”

“When I took my first gym class and found out that all the girls would have to shower together, I got really horny.  For about a week before I was hot all the time just thinking about it.”

“and….”

“And nothing, I didn’t know how to rub off, I just got more and more aroused thinking about it.  At night I’d grind my little puss into the pillow and imagine all of us naked together and you know what?”

“What”

When I finally went to the class, we all played field hockey.  My puss was throbbing the whole time and when we all went into the shower, a lot of the girls was just as horny as I was.”

“How did you know?”

I heard the vibrator being turned up a notch as she replied, “They were flushed, their nipples were hard and I could actually see that three or four girls were so excited that their lips were swollen and their clits were sticking out. I still rub off occasionally thinking about it” she concluded.

“Like you’re doing now?”

“Yes” she gasped, “Like I’m doing now.  Like we’re doing now. Enough stalling, I’ve told you something I’ve never told anyone else, it’s your turn, make it nasty.”

“How nasty?”

“Really fucking nasty, nasty enough to make us both do it while you’re telling me about it” she gasped.

“I’ve got a sister and I’ve had thoughts about her.”

“Oh David, that is hot, what’s her name?”

Here is where I was faced with a quandary. Both Gretta and I had vowed to keep our experience a secret and I wasn’t about to break that confidence.  At the same time Sandy had been utterly frank with me and I didn’t want to start out our relationship by lying to her.

“Gretta.”

“Have you done anything with her?”

“Well…”

Sandy solved my problem for me when she said, “This isn’t an interrogation, just tell me what you’re comfortable sharing.”

 I told her about Gretta and I seeing the movie when we were stuck in Denver.  Instead of talking about what we did together, I described parts of the movie in graphic detail.  

“And you both just sat there watching?”

“I got pretty aroused, but we were both sitting on opposite sides of the couch and I didn’t stand up.”

“Do you think she was aroused?”

“I’m not positive, but I think, yes, she must have been; I know I was.”

“What did you both do then?”

“We went in and went to sleep.”

“Just like that?”

“Well, not exactly.”

I told her about waking up with a hard dick and discovering that Gretta was in the other room watching TV.  Sandy’s breathing became more and more labored as she pressed me for details.

“Did you go out to see what she was watching?”

“No, I just stroked my cock.”

“”I’ll bet she was sitting out on that couch totally naked watching that movie playing with her pussy just waiting for you to come and join her” Sandy gasped.

“You think?”

“Oh yes, I’m a girl, I can tell she was waiting for you to walk in on her, she was imagining it while she was watching the movie.  It’s what I would do.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes and now it’s going to make me cream, are you there yet?”

As a matter of fact I was.  My cock was in the process of shooting jets of cream up into the air and I told her so as the come spattered around my naked body.

“Then listen to this!”

Her voice was replaced by the buzzing of the vibrator and a sloshing sound.  I could hear her crying in the background, “You’ve got me frigging my cunt you nasty bastard and it’s only our first date” followed by incoherent moaning and a liquid sound like water trickling.

Seconds later she was back.

“Now isn’t that better than a goodnight kiss?”

I had to agree that it was and that’s how our first date ended.  We’ve been together for about a year and I hope we’ll be together forever.  Sandy likes every kind of sex imaginable.  Her main sexual hot button is being watched and watching others.  As a result, when we are fucking, she often calls up single “datelines" and talks to three or four guys as I fuck her perfect wet pussy.  Sometimes we talk to girls.  Often we do it in public and sometimes we have done it with other couples.  There have been a couple of trips back to the bookstore and a very hot night in an adult theatre.  Sandy’s a keeper.

She has always had a strong interest in my feelings for Gretta.  This has prompted me to ask her about her own family situation.  This always caused her to smile mysteriously, but aside from telling me that she has one sister and a stepbrother about our age she hasn’t said much about her relationship with them.  When I persist in my questioning, her response has been to say “There’s a time and place for everything.”

When Sandy met Gretta, they girls took to each other right off.  During the first week Gretta was living in my apartment they went out shopping a couple of times. 

Sandy told me that she explained our rather unconventional sex life to Gretta and Gretta was understanding and even somewhat interested.

Over coffee, Sandy told Gretta the story of our first date and Sandy say’s that Gretta asked repeated questions about all the details.  She asked about what I was doing, what Sandy was doing, how it felt to be watched like that and so on.  When Sandy told me about their talk she concluded by saying, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Gretta went home and got herself off just thinking about us in that bookstore, her interest was certainly more than academic.”

The fact is, there seems to be an attraction between the girls.  Sandy tells me that during the same conversation Gretta admitted to a couple of bisexual experiences in school.  Sandy admitted to fueling Grate’s interest by telling in explicit detail about an experience she had with a girl back in high school.

“I think she may be attracted to me”, Sandy says. “She was hanging on every word.”  One thing is for sure, Sandy is attracted to Gretta perhaps as much as I am.

Sandy wants to know what Gretta is wearing.  She wants to know how undressed Gretta is when she is running around the apartment getting ready for work.  Mostly she wants to know how much undercover flirting is going on and she always has one or two pretty hot “What if” scenarios that we talk about as we masturbate together, or if Sandy is in town, she pretends to be my sister as we make love.  Now how sick is that?

She’s spent a lot of time out of town recently so a lot of our sex has been over the phone.

Lately I’ve noticed variations in the volume of the headset as we talk like this together and it has crossed my mind that it’s conceivable Gretta could listen in on our conversations, but I don’t think this is the case.  Gretta is pretty conventional about respecting boundaries and we haven’t said anything to her to give her a clue about the direction or intensity of our late night conversations.

Still, it seems that as Gretta has settled in, she’s gotten a whole lot more informal about the amount of clothing she wears around the apartment as well as our conversational topics.  I guess we’ve just become really comfortable with each other.

As a matter of fact, we’ve become too comfortable.

Just the other night after her talk with Sandy, she sat on the couch in just a thin T-shirt and panties which she wears for pajamas and quizzed me about Sandy and our sex life, at the same time admitting to having none of her own just at present.  I was similarly dressed in boxer shorts and a T-shirt, but the conversation began so innocuously I didn’t give it a thought. 

“I can’t believe you guys actually made love in an adult bookstore.”

“Well, we do like to experiment.”

“I guess, I don’t know if I’d ever be brave enough to try something like that.”

“Why not?”

“I really don’t know, it’s certainly exciting to think about…but I think I’d be too shy to go through with it.”

As she said this, she plucked at the material of her T-shirt loosening the material where her nipples were beginning to reveal the true level of her interest.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never done anything out of the ordinary with a guy…”

Well…yes, but nothing like Sandy told me about, I guess I just…fantasize about doing stuff like that”

“OK, a fantasy is just something you haven’t gotten around to trying yet.  What have you done that’s…unusual?”

“Well” she hesitated, “Once I watched my roommate and her boyfriend make love.”

“Did they know you were watching?” I asked, pulling a folded comforter over my lap.

“Well…yes, they wanted me to…and I decided…why not, you know, see how the other half lives.”

“I see…”

“Anyway, we all knew each other and even though it was kind of weird…well it was private…it wasn’t like anyone could walk in on us.”

“So did your roommate ask you in advance or was it…”

“It was kind of spur of the moment” Gretta said, reddening appreciably.  “They came in from a date expecting me to be out, but there I was watching TV.  Anyway they were a little drunk and we all got to joking around about them just doing it in front of me and before I knew it I was sitting on the couch watching them making out”




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 03



“Were you uncomfortable?”

“Yes, at first…I offered to leave, but they were both into it…and I guess I was too, I’d never seen two people together before except…in pictures and stuff.”

I myself was becoming a little uncomfortable with our conversation.  One reason had to do with the fact that beneath the comforter I was developing a world class hard on which had found its way through the opening in my boxers and was standing up and growing harder by the second.  Thankfully, for me at least, the folds in the comforter were doing a nice job of concealing this fact, although she must have suspected.  The other reason had to do with Gretta’s flushed cheeks and hard nipples that no amount of plucking at the thin material of the T-shirt she was wearing could conceal.

“Was it different from…looking at pictures?”

“Oh yes…you have no idea…well, I guess you do.  It was…unbelievable…I still…well, you know.”

“Think about it?”

“Yeah…I still think about it.”

“Did you do anything…?”

“Except watch?”

“Yeah.”

“You mean like…join in?”

“Yeah.”

“No…I just sat there watching…and I might as well admit it…I was squirming…it was very arousing…when I think about it now I imagine joining in or at least…taking all of my clothes off while I watched.”

“You took some of your clothes off?”

“Not really, I was wearing a dressing robe and I let it come apart on top.  They could see some of my breasts…and…I guess most of me.  By the time they were…being intimate…the robe was open all the way and all I had on underneath was my underpants.”

“So you sat and watched them until…”

“Until they both came…I was so tempted to take everything off and let them see me like I was seeing them…Maybe stand up so they could, you know…see everything.  I know they were looking at me but I was so embarrassed, but I was really aroused too. I wanted to…at least stick my hand in my pants, but I didn’t”

“And when they finished?”

“I…went to bed and…took care of business…myself.”

I smiled regretfully, “I think I may be doing the same thing in a little while.”

“Yeah” Gretta said, “Me too…I’ve been doing a lot of that lately…especially after Sandy told me about your first date.”

“I guess it really had…an effect on you.”

“You might say that…but that’s really no excuse for…talking the way I have tonight…”

“Well, it’s not entirely your fault, you might say I encouraged you a little…led the conversation…I could have stopped you.”

“I could have stopped myself and I’m sorry for…well, you know…being so explicit.  I guess I may have gotten too comfortable with you.

“I like it that you’re comfortable with me.”

“Well, I like it too, but there’s such a thing as being a little too comfortable.”

“Don’t worry about it”  I said, “If a sister can’t confide in her brother then we do have a problem.”

“I could have been a little less…explicit.”

“Damn it Gretta, give yourself a break, I’m not offended.” 

“OK, maybe this story got a little out of hand, but I was trying to explain why I found your and Sandy’s experience so exciting.”

“And why is that?”

“Because…it seems like you both are willing to do…like anything with each other…and other people.  I wish I had the courage to find someone that…I could let fuck me…anywhere…in front of …anyone…you don’t know how many times I’ve imagined…guys jacking off…and watching me give head since Sandy and I talked.”

The thought of Gretta rubbing off over and over again while thinking about Sandy and I and didn’t do much to cool down the burning erection that was sticking up as hard as a railroad spike under the comforter on my lap.

“Gretta…”

“I know…I’m not helping matters.”

‘Well, I can’t blame you really, Sandy has sort of turned around the way I think about…sex and stuff like that.”

“She told me that you guy’s did other stuff, but she didn’t really get into the details.”

“Well, Sandy likes to explore our sexuality…she’s pretty open to anything I can think of.”

“What kind of stuff have you thought up…that she’s been willing to try?”

“Well,” I said, blushing, “It’s pretty personal.”

“Come on, I told you something I tried, now it’s your turn.”

“Well, ok, it’s kind of nasty.”

“Now you’ve really got me interested.”

“Well, you know how you watched your roommate and her boyfriend fucking?”

“Yeah…”

“And you know how aroused you got watching…and knowing that they were watching you.”

“I do…I’m remembering all over again.” She said, shivering and plucking at her thin shirt uselessly.

“Well I mentioned to Sandy that it might be exciting to have another couple…like under our control.”

“Yes” Gretta said, leaning forward.

“I didn’t think a whole lot about it at the time, but one night when I came over to her place, she said she had a surprise for me.”

“What was the surprise David?”  I noticed that Gretta was squirming just a little as she asked this question and I realized that we were both very aroused by this conversation.  My own cock was leaking as I related the details and I was resisting an urge to reach under the blanket and stroke it surreptitiously.  Only the fact that Gretta was staring directly at my lap prevented me from doing this.

“Well, she made me get entirely undressed before she’d tell me and when we were both naked, she had me follow her into the spare bedroom.”

“And…?”

There was a couple, a man and a woman blindfolded and tied spread eagle to each bed.  I couldn’t tell how old they were, but they appeared to be very young, just out of High School or maybe in their first year of college”

“Oh David, were they naked too?”

“No, the woman had on panties and he was wearing jockey shorts, but otherwise…they were naked.”

“What did you do then?”

“Well nothing at first, Sandy motioned for me to stay back and watch.  She got out a little vibrator and started using it on both of them.”

“Did they…like it?”

“They were already pretty aroused by the whole situation, you know being tied and blindfolded and all…so yes, they did.”

“What were you doing while Sandy was…playing with them?”

“Well, I started to get excited just watching…you know hard…and pretty soon Sandy motioned me over and had me start running the vibrator…on both of them.”

“The guy too?”

“Yes the guy for a while and then the girl and then she’d have me switch back again to the guy.”

“What was Sandy doing…was she playing…with her pussy?”

“Well, a little bit…but mainly she was just watching…and then she went over and pulled the girls panties down as far as they would go tied up like she was.”

“I’d be rubbing my clit like mad?”  I noticed that Gretta had trapped both of her hands between her legs and was squeezing them together as she asked this question.  I tried to act nonchalant as I slipped one hand beneath the blanket so I could touch my dripping boner while I continued the story and Gretta pretended not to notice.

“Sandy motioned for me to follow her out of the room and when the door was shut behind us she explained that the couple were friends of hers, Judy and Michael who had wanted to try this.  She told me that they were married. The agreement was that they couldn’t speak unless we spoke to them and they had to let us do whatever we wanted with them…and do whatever we told them to.  I asked her how old they were and she told me that Judy was 18 and her husband Mike was 20.”

“So when you went back into the room…”

“Sandy pulled down the guy’s shorts and his cock was sticking up and I watched as Sandy stroked him.  He was all slippery and I could hear her hand moving up and down his boner…and I started to play with Judy’s cunt…which was really wet.  When I looked back at Sandy she had climbed onto the bed and was squatting over Mike’s cock using it to play with her cunt and then she started to slide onto him.  The next time I looked over she had slid all the way down and was playing with her clit while he tried to fuck her, but she wouldn’t slide up and down on his cock like he wanted her to do”

“Oh David…I don’t know if I can stand to hear much more of this…” Gretta was rocking back and forth on her hands and I was stealthily stroking myself as I continued to talk.

“I slid my own cock into Judy and I think she started to orgasm right then because she was shaking and sort of sobbing under her breath.  I was about to do the same thing when I felt Sandy pulling me off of her.”

“Oh David…I think you’d better stop talking like this…Its way too…sexy.”

I stopped talking and we sat looking at each other flushed and breathing hard.  Gretta had released her hands from between her legs and had them crossed tightly.  Taking my cure from her, I slipped my hand from under the blanket where my now rigid and inflamed cock screamed for more attention.

“Did she make you…stop fucking Judy?”

“She had me slide my cock a little way into her and then she made Judy ask me to fuck her.”

“Did she…did Judy ask you…to fuck her…cunt?”  Gretta reached up and pinched a nipple through her shirt.  She saw my glance and after a moment stopped, letting her hand fall away.

“As a matter of fact…she begged and tried to slide herself further onto my cock, but she was tied to securely so all she could do is struggle.  Sandy pulled me all the way off and whispered that I should jack Mike off and when he was about ready to come I should remove the blindfold.”

“And did you?”

“Yes, while I did that Sandy got down and ate Judy’s pussy.  We wound up taking their blindfolds off at about the same time, but Sandy had us stop playing with them and made them watch us fucking. When it was time for us both co climax…she had Judy finish her with her mouth and made Mike do the same to me.”

“You mean…?”

“I walked up to him and put my cock next to his mouth and for a second I thought he might not do it…but I think he was to far gone…you know…to horny to refuse.  He opened his mouth all the way and as soon as I started to slide in, I started coming.  He was bouncing his cock, trying to do it along with me and he almost succeeded because his cream started to pour out of his cock and run down the sides, but Sandy reached over and grabbed his cock at the base and made him stop.”

“Did they ever get to…?”

“Come?”

“Yeah” Gretta breathed, licking her lips.

“After we finished, Sandy untied Judy’s right hand and let her rub off while Mile and both of us watched and then when she was finished, she let Mile jack off…but we weren’t really watching except when he started squirting all over himself.  That was pretty impressive, he was shooting come three, four feet into the air for what seemed like hours.”

“I wish I could have been there David…watching you and Sandy.”

“Would you have done anything…if you had been there?”

“Oh yes David I would have…”

“Like…?”

“Well” she paused, I…I’d better not say.”

“Go ahead, I don’t mind.”

“It’s too…private.”

“OK, I understand.”

“David, you are so lucky to have found Sandy…I hope I can find someone…like you did.”

“Believe me sissy, you will.”

“I just keep thinking of what it would be like to have a boyfriend who let me fuck another guy…and watch me…and…jack off…or let me eat a girls pussy…maybe fuck my wet puss while I do.”  She shivered slightly and continued, “I can’t believe that I’m talking to you like this.  I know I shouldn’t be talking…like this. I need to find…someone, some guy…to talk to like this…and watch me…play with my pussy while I do…like you and…Sandy do when you’re not fucking…each other and…other people.”

“Gretta, believe me, sooner or later you’ll find the perfect person for you.”

“I hope so” she said, standing up, “Because until then I’m going to be one frustrated girl.”

I sat there on the couch looking at her.  Her rigid nipples showed as clearly as if she wasn’t even wearing a top and her inner thighs were wet and shiny.  I couldn’t see her most intimate area, but I suspect her panties were sodden with excitement.  

She saw me looking at her and promptly reddened with self-consciousness and chagrin when she realized that her present excitement was so evident.

“David, “ Her voice broke, ”I don’t even know what you must be thinking of me right about now..."

“Gretta”, I said, “Don’t feel bad, I’m just as…bad off as you are.  I just thought to grab the blanket first…but take my word, I’ll be spending some quality time with myself in the very near future.  If I thought it would make you feel better, I’d stand up right now and let you see…how excited this conversation has made me…I’m worse than off you.”

“Maybe it would…”

“What?”

“Make me feel better if I saw…no, never mind, you don’t have to…”

Without stopping to consider the gravity of my actions, I started to stand up letting the comforter slip from my lap as I did.  Gretta pushed me back into my seat.

“Don’t David.”

My hard cock jutted from the opening in my boxers only partly covered by the blanket now halfway off my lap, partly exposed to my sister’s gaze.  I wanted her to see my excitement, like I could see hers.

“Gretta, you’re not alone!”

“I can see that” she said slowly looking at my partly exposed erection, “neither are you, but we both can stop this while there’s still time”

“I don’t want to stop!”

“I guess I don’t either, I don’t even know if I can, but David, we’ve got to try!”

“Gretta” I said, looking her in the eyes.

“Yes David?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes…I do.”

“If you’ll let me look at your cunt…just for a minute, I promise I won’t touch you…or do anything else…and then we can go off and…do what we have to do…alone.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, just let me see…for a minute.”

“OK David, but positively no touching…and no touching yourself while you’re looking.”

With those words she raised her T-shirt high enough to hook her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and eased them down her leg until they were around the middle of her flawless thighs.  She stood there in silence, holding her shirt bunched up high enough for me to see her swollen labia shiny with excitement.  Her rigid clit was just visible and I stared at it mesmerized as she began top speak.

“David, I promised myself that this was a sight you’d never see again, but we’ve unwisely let our conversation lead us down a path…we promised each other we wouldn’t take again.”

At this point she slapped her pussy lightly and shuddered.  I started to slide my hand under the blanket again, but she pushed it away and continued speaking, “As you can see, I’m very excited, very aroused, partly because of stuff Sandy told me about you and her…and partly because I let it happen to myself…and you.”

She slapped her cunt again and I watched, the desire to join her, to slap my own hard member while she watched burning like a sickness inside of me.

“I don’t blame you…right now…but I know I will…later…after we…do this with each other…even though I’m the one who…is doing…this.”

At this point, she began rubbing her clitoris rapidly, seemingly unable to stop.  “David, this…isn’t right…I shouldn’t be doing this…I can’t…”

She suddenly stopped masturbating and slapped herself sharply.  “I’ve got to make myself…stop.”  She slapped herself again and again until she seemed to regain her composure. She then stood motionless before me trembling and breathing hard, her inflamed cunt an even brighter red after being slapped hard several times.  We looked at each other and then she started to speak again.

She spoke in a voice that was shaking with sensuality and unveiled wantonness with an undertone of desperation that laid bare the real magnitude of our predicament.

“David, you’ve got to tell me what to do.  Either I pull my pants back up and we go to our rooms and take care of business alone, by ourselves, like we’ve been doing since I moved in or we…do what we did four years ago…and go back on our word to each other.

I didn’t say anything and the moment stretched out into what seemed like an eternity.  Finally she pulled her dripping panties back up and let her shirt drop back into place.  She sat down next to me and pulled the comforter back into place on my lap, kissed me on the cheek and said, “Thank You brother.”

The friction of the blanket sliding over my erection was all it took to set me off. Unbeknownst to her while she was planting a chaste sisterly kiss on my cheek, my cock was stiffening with a feeling of sweet degeneracy and pure wanton release as I began having the first premature ejaculation I’ve ever experienced.

She got up and walked toward her room and then hesitated, and turned back to me.

“David, if you want, you can come into my room and watch while I…play with myself”

The first spasm began to subside and my cock stiffened preparing to spew its warm load.  I willed myself to wait while I choked, “No, Gretta, I think we’d better not…not now.”

She lifted her T-shirt again.  Her panties were so soaked that they were transparent.  “Are you sure?” she said, sliding them down again, spreading her glistening labia with two fingers and teasing her stiff little clit with a third, gasping, “I won’t mind, I promise. I won’t be mad if…you just watch...me while I…play” 

All the willpower in the world couldn’t stop what was happening to me as I gasped, gritting my teeth, “Gretta, please…don’t, I can’t…watch you, I’ll do something…” as I was speaking my cock was overflowing. The warm cream began flooding out of the tip like some kind of weird volcano.  I felt the warmth flowing down my cock and between my legs.  “We’ll both be sorry…” I began to ejaculate into the blanket on my lap as Gretta looked on questioningly.

I was unable to speak, but I shook my head and waved her off as my orgasm overtook me.

I could actually hear my cream hissing against the blanket as my cock disgorged the first forceful stream of warm sperm and then a momentary pause and the next fountain of hot come gushed out spattering against the blanket again with an audible hissing sound.  I think Gretta was far too preoccupied with her own arousal to hear my warm geysers hissing and spattering as I rhythmically drenched the blanket.  I struggled desperately trying to conceal the sensations that cascaded through my body as Gretta looked on and believe it or not; I succeeded.

A large wet spot was beginning to appear on the blanket as she said, “You’re sure?” and it was all I could do to nod weakly and watch as she pulled her panties up again. She turned and walked into her room shutting the door behind her leaving me there, sitting on the couch shuddering and squirting jet after jet of hot cream into the ever-expanding wet spot on the blanket she had pulled back over my lap.

I sat in stupefied silence for about twenty minutes and then gathering the blanket which seemed like it was soaked with more cream then twenty men could ejaculate I carried it to the wash, I went into the bathroom, cleaned myself up and went to bed.

We avoided each other for the next several days, but one afternoon about two weeks later she stopped me on my way out of the apartment and called me into the living room.

I was getting pretty sick of walking on eggshells, so I was receptive to the idea of a frank discussion.

She was sitting on the sofa wearing a short skirt with a white blouse.  Her coat was draped over the back of the sofa.

“I just wanted to say…about the other night, I wanted to thank you for not…”

“Taking you up on your offer?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what got into me, but I’ll make damn sure that it doesn’t happen again.”

“Like I said that night, don’t be so hard on yourself, we got a handle on it and it’s not like I saw anything I…haven’t seen before.”

“I’ll be more careful about…how we interact…and how I dress.  If we had…done something, I really couldn’t blame you with me…running around…half naked.”

“Gretta, don’t give it another thought, I’m putting it out of my mind.”




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 03



“But…”

“Honestly sissy, don’t make a Federal case out of it, we stopped before we got carried away, that’s the important thing, in the future, we’ll be a little more careful.”

I worked hard to forget the incident, but…late at night I still remember.  This is one thing I’ve not told Sandy about.  The last thing I need is for her to feed into a tryst that almost happened and Gretta and I are doing our best to forget and not repeat.

Every time I think I’ve banished it from my mind, Greta, unknowingly does something to bring it to the forefront.  She never was very concerned about how she dressed around me and now that we live together, it’s next to impossible for me not to notice her when she runs around the house getting ready for work or preparing to go out at night.  She has tried to be more careful about this, but after a few weeks…well, we live together, she can’t go around dressed for church twenty-four hours a day.

Now, on a flight back home for the first time in about three weeks both Sandy and I are due to be in town together.  Thoughts about my love superseded those about my sister and I felt a tingle warm me as I imagined our reunion.

A voice intruded into my private thoughts.  “Ladies and Gentlemen, we’ve encountered a patch of turbulence as we start our descent.  Please return to your seats and remain there until the seat belt light goes off.  If you’re not already wearing seat belts, please put them back on.  We should be out of this in ten minutes or so.  Our estimated time to San Francisco is just under an hour”

I felt a vibrating shudder and opened my eyes.  The cabin was no longer brilliant with sunlight.  It looked like we had entered a bank of clouds.  Glancing at the window I noticed the girl in the seat next to me eyeing me oddly.  She had put away her laptop and buckled her seat belt.  Now her gaze was fixed on my lap where an indelicate bulge announced, or at least hinted at the gist of my thoughts for the last 35 minutes or so.

I blushed scarlet as I struggled to return my seat to the upright position and locate my seatbelt, nearly knocking my drink of my tray-table as I did so.

“Let me help you” my neighbor said and leaning over and pulled my belt out from under me.  As she pulled the belt snug, I felt her hand brush the bulge in my lap and at the same time I saw that the top three buttons on her blouse had come undone. I had an excellent view of one perfect breast, which would have been covered by the light camisole she also wore under her blouse had she not been leaning over me.  She was, however leaning over me and as the blouse gaped, the camisole drooped and I enjoyed the view.

I thought that this was one of those happy situations when circumstances conspire to help a voyeur catch a glance at usually hidden treasures when I felt her hand brush my lap again as she sat back in her seat.

She favored me with a great lopsided smile and said, “It looks like you’ve been having happy thoughts.” And glanced at my lap again.  Looking away from my now raging hard on and up into my eyes, she slowly buttoned up the two buttons on her blouse and said, “One good turn deserves another if you know what I mean.”

Before I even had a chance to contemplate any meaning she might have attached to those words, the airplane took a sickening lurch and started to vibrate violently.  I heard silverware crash to the floor in the galley as the aircraft continued to shake like it was having an epileptic fit.  Beside me, my neighbor’s face had gone stark white and outside the window had darkened to a twilight hue as drops of water started to appear on the window.  The airplane continued to shudder and a flash of lightening briefly illuminated the shadowy cabin.

The pilot’s voice came over the intercom sounding vaguely apologetic “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry but it seems we’ve run into a little patch of unexpected weather and…” The aircraft took a nauseating plunge, we heard the pilot shout “Oh shit!” and the intercom went dead.  As our plane continued to drop, I felt like I was in a high-speed elevator going down.  Someone behind us screamed.  As I watched in terrified fascination, the drink that had somehow remained sitting on the tray table in front of me began to slowly rise into the air.  It suddenly crashed back onto the table splattering both my neighbor and I with ice and droplets of vodka as the pilot brought the craft back into trim and the shuddering started to diminish.  We leveled out and the cabin became marginally lighter.  The intercom came to life again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I really must apologize, but we received orders to make a rapid change in altitude, which I was about to inform you about when the turbulence we’ve been experiencing caused a hot cup of coffee to spill on my lap. Honestly, you should see the front of my pants.”

From the back of the cabin someone shouted, “You should see the back of mine!”

The captain continued speaking “I’m very sorry if you were frightened by the sequence of events, but I’m happy to state that we are now cruising at a 20.000 feet and should touch down in San Francisco in about half an hour.  As soon as the seat belt lights go off, you are free to make any last minute trips to the bathroom before we begin our final approach.”  

As soon as he stopped speaking, the seat belt light went off and I became aware that my neighbor was holding my hand so tightly her nails were digging into my palm.  The weather outside had diminished and the cabin became lighter as gray mist replaced the roiling thunderheads we had been passing through.

I heard my neighbor release a massive sigh of relief and loosen her death grip on my hand as the last of the faint vibrations ceased and the cabin continued to grow lighter.

Turning to me she gave me a shaky smile and said, “Thank You, I was scared to death.”

“Not a problem, but would you mind telling me your name?”

“Susan, and you?”

“I’m David, glad to meet you.”

Although she had loosened her grip, she didn’t disengage her hand from mine and we sat holding hands without saying anything to each other for about five minutes.  Finally, giving my hand a squeeze she said, “David, I think I’d better go get cleaned up while we’re still allowed to go to the bathroom.” And then looking me over, “Maybe we both need to clean up, you can come with me and that way  you won’t have to get up when I come back.”

Wordlessly I unbuckled my belt and got to my feet, noting with approval how far her short skirt rode up when she did the same.  She briefly flashed her panties as she struggled to her feet and then edged into the isle.

We walked to the tail of the aircraft where two bathrooms were located

I opened one of the doors and as I stepped in, I felt Susan crowding in behind me pulling the door shut behind us There was barely room for two people to stand at the same time so we were pressed together.  Her arms went around me and we were kissing before I knew what was happening.

I really hadn’t expected this to happen, so I was thrown off my guard as she squirmed out of her coat and began to unbutton her blouse.  She pulled her blouse off, which left her wearing only a thin cotton camisole and a very short skirt.  Her implacable nipples showed through thin white cotton as clearly as if she were wearing nothing.  She saw me looking and murmured, “Please touch my breasts.”  I complied sliding the thin material against her stiff nipples as she ground her pelvis against my leg.

Her fingers feverishly worked on the buttons of my shirt all the while kissing my face and neck.  The small compartment began to fill with the scent of her excitement as she continued sliding her pussy against my leg.  She desperately fumbled with my belt and zipper roughly yanking my pants down, freeing a very erect cock.

Reaching under her skirt, she pulled her panties and pantyhose down and without another word began to slowly impale herself on my hard cock all the while kissing and licking my face and neck.

For those of you who have never had sex in the head of an airplane, I can relate that while it feels nice, it never feels comfortable.  It is very difficult to move freely and this was the situation we found ourselves in.  I was able to move a little and every time I slid my slick cock back and forth a little, we would both shudder in delight, but such movement was difficult.  As we continued trying to fuck each other in our cramped space the voice of the pilot came over the intercom requesting all passengers to return to their seats.  I prepared to withdraw in frustration but Susan hissed, “Wait a second” so I paused.

Reaching down between her legs, I could feel her as she began to rub her cunt rapidly and in a few seconds I felt her pussy convulse flooding my cock with her cream as she came in trembling gasps.  She was still coming as she pulled free letting my cock slide out of her warmth and reached down to slide her hands up and down my slippery penis.  “Rub my puss” she hissed, “I’m still doing it.”  I started to squirt as soon as she said that and we stood looking into each other’s eyes as I poured my warm seed into her soft outstretched palm while I flicked her clit back and forth and we gently gushed cream over each others hands.

The second we finished she turned to the sink and began wiping the warm come from her hands.  I pulled my pants up and washed my hands while she slipped her panties back up her legs and pulled on her blouse and coat.  In under a minute, she walked out the door.  I followed thirty seconds later and in a matter of moments we were both seated, the very picture of propriety.

As the plane continued its descent towards the ground, Susan turned toward my and said, “I really should apologize, I don’t know what got into me.”

“I don’t have a problem with it” I said grinning slightly.

“It’s just that” she looked down at her lap “I’ve already got a boyfriend and he would be heartbroken…”

“Don’t give it another thought.”  I took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

“I think I’ll give it several thoughts” she said smiling, “I’ve always wanted to do something like that and my boyfriend would never…”

“Well, it’s important to try new things.”

“I guess you’re right…are you.?”

“With someone?”

“Yes.”

“I am indeed, but I don’t think she’d mind our little dalliance.”

“Really?  She must be an extraordinary woman.”

“She is indeed” and I launched into a glowing description of Sandy and a few of the sexual adventures we’d tried together and a few more we’d talked about.

At this point Susan began to dig around in her computer case.  She finally emerged with an envelope, which she handed me saying “I hope you don’t think this was a dirty trick, but I really don’t have a boyfriend it was all Sandy’s idea for me to tell you all that crap.”

I opened the envelope and unfolded a letter written in Sandy’s familiar compact handwriting.

Happy Anniversary David!

It’s been one whole year to this very day and I’m guessing that while you remember our first date, you never wrote down the calendar date it happened on.  It must be a guy thing.  Well it was today you big dope!

If you are reading this you’ve already shagged my sister Susan in the airplane bathroom making you both members of the Mile High Club, a distinction I gained several years ago.  That is my gift to you.  Sadly for you, you didn’t have the foresight to have some well hung friend or relative get me off in your absence, so its off to the jewelers for you.  I prefer platinum, but 18 carat gold will do in a pinch.

Also, today is Susan’s birthday, so I managed to avoid spending money on either of you.  A penny saved is a penny earned.

I’ve been telling Susan about you and since she was planning a visit out here we hatched this plot to “break the ice” between you.  Let me tell you it took some doing getting you seated next to one another in a double seat.  As you know I spent some time working in the travel industry and where there’s a will, there’s a way.

I have plans for tonight and I don’t want you to start stuttering or blushing when they unfold.   All I can say is that I hope your little tryst in the “john” didn’t deplete you too badly.  If I were you, I’d take some vitamins.”

Come round at six and dress for dinner.

All My Love 

Sandy

P.S. Diamond Studs are always nice.

I folded up the letter with a grin, shaking my head as I did.  Glancing over at Susan I said,  “Most girls would just send a card.” 

“Sandy’s never been what you call normal.”

“I’ll second that.”

“Well, Happy Birthday anyway.”

“Thanks.”

The plane cut through level after level of clouds until at last I was able to see the flash of gray water under the wings. Almost immediately the water was replaced by concrete rising to meet the aircraft as the pilot drooped us precisely onto the middle of the runway. The engines dropped neatly into reverse, or whatever it is they do to slow the plane down when it’s skimming along the landing strip. 

We taxied in at a more sedate speed while the flight attendant reminded everyone to remain seated until the plane reached the concourse. Of course the second we pulled up to the gate every passenger jumped up as if the seats had become electrified or the airplane company had a policy of releasing ravenous wild beasts in the cabin to devour the last straggling passengers as they scrambled out the door.

Of course no one moved for twenty minutes as the cabin heated up and tempers grew short.  Susan fanned herself with an airline magazine as the passengers jostled each other in their eagerness to depart the aircraft.  I’m not a mathematician like my sister so I’ve never been able to work out what set of statistical law dictates the first person off any plane is the most disorganized and incapable traveler out of a group of two hundred people.

I used to fly first class, but I stopped mainly because I got tired of witnessing the same putrid little drama every time the flight ended.  The first person on their feet always fights to be first at the cabin door.  Then they stand there for the next five minutes while the gate crew lines up the jet-bridge with the plane.  They fidget and sigh tapping their feet impatiently as if this will speed things along.   At the precise second the door swings open this individual remembers their carry on luggage is in the compartment above their former seat and forces the groaning crowd back so they can grab their belongings.  The bag is stuffed into the compartment the wrong way and as the person struggles to free it, at least a minute is wasted before at last the bag breaks loose hitting at least one other passenger on the head.  They then drop the bag, which invariably pops open spewing a litter of small personal items, which skitter and bounce under seats and between feet.  In two or three minutes this person has repacked his bag and is ready to let everyone else off the plane.

Never once have I seen one of these imbeciles retreat and let the rest of the crowd off the plane.  Except for a garbled “sorry” muttered at some passenger he’s nearly brained flinging his luggage around, I’ve never seen one of these idiots apologize for using his thumb for a fart plug and needlessly delaying the rest of the crowd.

That’s why I sit in back and that’s why I don’t get up.  At least not until I can see space between the passengers lined up and jostling one another as if they were handing out free fifty-dollar bills at the concourse doorway.  After all, I pay good money for this seat and I intend to use it until I don’t need it any more.

At long last the logjam broke and I got to my feet.  I extended my hand and helped Susan to her feet as well.  We both pulled down the rest of our carry on from the overhead luggage rack and headed for the door.

Just as I was about to enter first class I heard Susan call my name and I turned to see what she wanted.  Pulling me close she whispered “See you tonight” in my ear and kissed me on the cheek.  Stepping back, she continued holding both of my hands for a moment and regarded me solemnly before breaking into that lopsided smile again and saying,  “Thanks for holding my hand when it looked like we were going to crash, you’re everything Sandy said and more.”

I smiled and walked toward the terminal.  I wondered idly where I could find jewelry that could somehow upstage the surprising and delightful gift Sandy had managed for our anniversary. 



The Sibling Diaries Ch. 04



Full chain & introduction can be found at this link.

Chapter Four: My Brother's Crazy

I think David has finally gone around the bend. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother. He's a good man, but this… This thing he's got going with Sandy. It borders on the obsessive.

I've just finished my first full week of work at Eddings Consulting. It's been a tough start, but I think I'm finally beginning to understand the way start-up corporate financing works in Silicon Valley. My boss, thinks I have the potential to run the department, but I don't know if that's for real or just him trying to blow sunshine up my skirt. In fact, I'm so new to everything and everyone here in the Bay Area that I don't really know what is real yet.

I mean, back in Chicago, you met someone, you dated them and after a while, if nothing went too crazy, you committed to the relationship. That is real. David tells me that Sandy and he screwed the first time they met, and that seems to be the whole of their relationship -- nothing but sex! Okay, okay, look, I'm no prude. I've had my share of guys in bed. Heck, I even went to bed with my roommate and her boyfriend in college. Well, I was a little drunk and didn't know he was there, but… The point is, I like sex. I think it's great. But all things in moderation, right?

Look, last Monday night; I was at home, making dinner. David's home from work, gone to his bedroom, and chaning into some comfy clothes. I finished dinner, washed my hands and started getting some plates out. But still no David.

"David?" Not a sound.

"David, dinner's ready. Get in here." Still nothing. So, I went to his door and knocked.

I heard some jumping about. "Yeah?" Finally, a voice.

"David, dinner's on."

"Okay, give me a sec." I shook my hands and went back to the kitchen. Whatever.

I finished getting out plates, silverware and started serving food when he finally walked in.

He placed his hands on my hips and kissed me on the cheek as he passed to grab a plate. "Thanks, Gretta, you're the best."

I turned towards him, smiling, but noticed that he's sweating along his brow and breathing heavily. "What's with you? We're you working out or something?"

He filled his plate. "What? No. Why?"

"Well, your forehead for one…"

He touched his brow and felt the sweat.

"…and you're out of breath, like you've been running."

He gave me this "what the fuck are you talking about" look which slowly melted into a big grin. He finished getting his food and followed me into the den, chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

He sat down and looked up at me with a Cheshire Cat smile. "Sandy."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I might have known."

"You won't believe this."

I stopped and looked at him. He's so happy, he's bursting to tell me his news. "Okay, what is it this time? More phone sex? Cybering?"

He wagged his head, then looked up suddenly. "She sent me a video."

I knew I really didn't want to hear this now. "Great. That's great. Uhm, and how was your day?"

"No, no, really she did. Through the mail. It was just like she was here. Like a living letter or something."

"Nice." I really wanted to change the subject. "Do you have any plans this evening?"

He smiled lecherously and took a big bite of the potatoes.

I stammered forward, trying to leave Sandy behind. "I was thinking that you and I might go see a movie, catch a drink, visit a club or something like that." I waited as he finished looking out the window, obviously trying to think of what to say.

"Thanks, Gretta, but I think I'll just stay in tonight. It's getting' kinda cold out at night, and…"

"And you're going to stay inside with Video Sandy tonight?"

"Hey, it's not like that."

"Oh, and how is it, then?"

"She's been gone almost a week. I miss her."

Yeah, right. "You miss her… Face? Her conversation? Her wit?"

"Now, cut that out. You just don't understand."

"Well, there's not much to understand. Is there? You guys fuck like rabbits when you're together and when you're apart, you think about fucking like rabbits. Pretty simple!"

"Goddamnit, Gretta! You don't know shit about us. Sandy is the most incredible woman I've ever met. She's turning me into a better man."

I stood up and yelled back. "What? Is she teaching you how to be a better slave in bed? Look, you are already a wonderful man. No one can change that. And Sandy had better not try!"

He looked really upset, but he didn't say anything. He just sat there. I didn't know what to do. Back home, David would have probably at least chased me around the house or yelled at me, but he just sat there.

"Gretta, please sit down." He spoke in this really quiet tone. His face looked worried, bugged, but his voice said calm.

I sat and waited. I half-expected him to slug me.

"Gretta, I think I… I think I love Sandy. And no, not for just her body, not for the way she treats me, and not for what she tells me." He reached out and took my hand across the table. "I love her for what she is. She has managed to see past all the bullshit in her life and find the stuff that's important and make that important in her life. I think… I know I will love her for what she is, even if our relationship were to end tomorrow."

Now, I looked worried. "Aw, David. Just…"

"No, no, I don't think that it will. In fact, the video she sent just makes me feel that much closer to her. Can you understand that?"

I sighed. "Yeah, of course I can. I'm just… I'm just worried that you might get hurt, that's all."

He smiled, still holding my hands. "C'mon, I'm still the big brother, right? I can take care of myself."

That got me teary-eyed. I stood up, pouting and ran around the table, pulling him up from the sofa. 

"No, Gretta. It's okay, we don't…"

I threw my arms around him and hugged him. His big arms settled around me and I closed my eyes, just feeling his warmth envelop me. I could feel his hard chest pressing into me, his soft breathing on the side of my face, and… A long, stiff cock pressing against my thigh. My eyes flew open. Oh, my God, he's hard! I backed off suddenly, and pushed him away, staring at his lap.

He looked concerned. "What? What's wrong?"

In a panic, I pointed. "You… You've got… You're erect!"

"I'm wha…? Oh." He rolled his eyes and sat back down, smiling.

"What are you laughing at? Did I… Did you? Did I make you get…?"

He laughed, waving his hands back and forth. "No! No, you didn't. No, this… Uhm, this… You don't want to know, I think."

"I don't want to know? What are you talking about? What has you so… So excited?"

"That's just it. I'm not excited."

"You're not, but your… Your…"

"It's called a penis."

"I know it's called a… a penis!"

"Relax, will you? I took something. It makes me get this way. It's nothing. It'll go away in a few hours."

My mouth moved, but nothing came out. I must have looked ridiculous, like a fish out of water. I flopped back down in the chair and tried to get my brain back on the tracks.

"Look, you've been asking, so let me just tell you. Sandy sent me a video, yes. And along with the video, she sent a few other things, including these pills that make me get… Erect, okay?"

"But… but why?"

"It's… difficult to explain. It's like a game. On the video, she does some things, then I do some things and back and forth like that until we get to the end. It's fun. It's just like she's here, playing along with me. Then, afterwards, we call each other and talk about it."

I didn't have an answer. My brain was blank. "A regular Romeo and Juliet, you two." I got my dishes and walked to the kitchen.

"Now see, there you go again. You don't understand."

"No, it's okay. I don't need to understand. It's fine. You want dessert?"

See what I mean? He's nuts. Sure, I know it's a long distance relationship, but sending Viagra to your boyfriend when he's alone? What kind of crazy shit is that? And he thinks that he loves her!

So, I decided to forget about his problems and start concentrating on my own. I just left the Sandy issue hang in the air between us for a couple of days. I finally finished unpacking "all my crap" as David calls it and organized my work clothes into some kind of professional look for the office.

Besides, I was a little concerned with some of the stuff David and I had been getting ourselves into over the last little while. I didn't really want a repeat of the depravity we had let ourselves sink to when we were younger. So, I decided not to think about it, put it out of my mind. He has his own problems, and doesn't need a freaky sister to compound them.

I'd started work the day after I arrived two Mondays ago. My first day was mostly filled up with company orientation, finding my office, understanding the phones, computer and email, junk like that. I had a huge binder that I had to memorize cover-to-cover before I could wait on my first client. Not only was it filled with by-laws, rules and rulings of the State of California, but also a similar set of guidelines from Eddings Consultants, Inc. I spent the rest of that first week, just trying to understand the scope of what my new job entailed. The good news was that the company was doing well in spite of all the public suicide by similar firms in the press lately. The not-so-good news was that it was going to take a lot of hard work and focus on my part to do the job.

My officemate is Constance Merriwether. She's been at the company for two years and has been a huge help so far, getting me to understand the job and the place. Eddings has four floors in a high-rise just south of Market and over three hundred employees in this one location alone. Being my first job, I felt not a little intimidated.

Constance is British, originally from Manchester, but went to university here in the States. "I've always had a dream of living in San Francisco and now, here I am, living it."

She's a delightful woman, but has told me a great many things about the people with whom I've been working. You see, she keeps track of the office politics and romances. It's kind of a hobby with her.

She was particularly interested in something I told her after my first Friday lunch with some of the other employees. Fridays is the one day in the week that work tolerates and expects its employees to be casual, let loose a little. Not really the martini lunch of my Dad's era, but a beer or a glass of wine is encouraged and a suitable "letting down of the hair" kind of goes along with it.

I've noticed several handsome men just on my floor at Eddings. Once of which was at our table that first Friday. His name is Tommy… Thomas Jenner. I'm still not sure what he does at Eddings, but he's always well-dressed in a suit or jacket, and he's got the most amazing pair of blue eyes -- just a perfect skyblue pitch to them. Rest those above the dimples and a rather rugged jaw line and… Well, you get my drift. This guy made my knees weak.

I'd seen him around the office a few times. The first time, I was talking with Constance on a break outside and I noticed she had lapsed into a coma.

"Constance? Hello, Earth to Constance."

Constance's cigarette smoke wafted out of her mouth like she was trying to taste every swirl. "S'what did you say?"

I turned and for the first time, saw Tommy. He was walking with an attractive red-haired woman down some stairs out of the lobby. I think my mouth fell open. It was like his every move was in slow motion. He moved with such grace, like a dancer. Maybe he was a dancer. I could sure think of a couple of places for him to dance…

"Gretta! Are you listening to me?" 

I whipped around and saw Constance, glaring.

"Yeah. What? I… Huh?"

"Just as I thought. He's a picture, that one."

"Who?"

"Tommy Jenner, the looker from the third floor. The one you were staring holes through? I know at least three women that always take their breaks on the third floor just to get a glimpse."

I turned back and watched Tommy's hips sway around the corner. "He's too pretty to be straight, right?"

"No, not from what I've heard."

"Really?" I sat down next to Constance like a rogue conspirator. "Tell me."

Constance looked left and right, making sure no one was near enough to overhear. "Do you know Bridget?"

"The receptionist on the fourth floor?"

"Yeah, that's the one. There's a rumor that our Tommy boy does her in the copy room every Friday after lunch."

"That's bullshit. They'd get caught."

"Only if anyone wanted to catch them."

"Besides, how stupid is it to have sex with someone from work? If it doesn't work out, you still have to see them every day. That would be awful."

Constance laughed. "Yeah, but just think how much fun you'd have, trying to see if it could work out."

I smiled. "Maybe, but you know guys like that -- handsome and all. They're always so full of themselves, and usually not very bright. They get by on their charm and never really have to apply themselves -- boring conversationalists."

"Oh, what about your brother, then?"

"My brother? What's he got to…"

"He's a handsome one. That picture you showed me wasn't doctored or anything was it?"

"No, but…"

"And you've told me that he's bright, yes?"

"Well, yeah, but…"

"But what? There's your theory, shot to hell."

"But David's… Special. He's a one-in-a-million. He's not like other guys."

"Sounds like you should marry your brother."

"Ha-ha, very funny."

"Well, you never know 'til you try."

"What are you talking about?"

"Tommy, of course. Sure, he's dead handsome, athletic, has a great job. Maybe he's like your brother; smart and pretty. Never know 'til you try 'em out."

"But I don't even know the guy. Surely, he doesn't know I…"

Constance's eyes bugged out of her head. She straightened her hair, stamped out her cigarette and stood up.

I put my hands out to the side. "What are you doing?"

Constance was looking behind me and pointed, gesturing for me to stand.

I twisted my head back.

Tommy Jenner was looking down at me. "I'm sorry, I don't believe that we've met."

I looked back down and swallowed hard. Taking a deep breath, I stood up. "No, no, I don't believe we have."

He shook my hand. "I'm Thomas Jenner, but please call me Tommy. Are you Constance's new officemate?"

I looked into those skyblue eyes and my mind went numb. I looked slowly around his face, taking in the cheekbones thrust under his eyes, the pearly white teeth, the dimple that danced just off his grin. "Yeah."

"And her name is Gretta." Constance threw that in while I drowned.

I giggled nervously. God, I felt like such an idiot. "Gretta Mitchellson."

"Well, nice to finally meet you, Gretta. You know, a few of us usually take in a decent restaurant at Friday lunch. I'd really it if you'd join us. Perhaps, we could hang out after. I could give you a tour of the building or something."

I grinned and felt giddy. "Sounds like fun."

"Meet you here, tomorrow then?"

"Sure. Okay. Tomorrow."

"Great. Nice seeing you again, Constance." He let go of my hand and walked into the building. I was tingling. I turned to Constance, a big smile on my face.

She raised one eyebrow. "How stupid would it be to have sex with someone from work?"

I blushed crimson, looked down and laughed at my own silliness. "How does he do that? I just met the guy and I'm acting like a five-year-old who just met Santa Claus for the first time."

"I don't know, Gretta, but if that tour he takes you on ends up in the fourth floor copy room, I want a full report. Get me? Details. Measurements. Everything."

"Will you stop it? It's just lunch." But that wasn't really how I felt. 

In the apartment that evening, I told David about meeting Tommy as we finished straightening the kitchen.

"Really? And this guy's at your work?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not so sure that's such a great idea."

"What? Having lunch?"

"You might say lunch, Gretta, but I can see it in your eyes. This guy excites you."

I turned away from David and grabbed the counter. A shiver ran right through me as I thought about Tommy.

"Don't… Don't get your hopes up, okay? I don't want my baby sister hurt. Handsome guys like that can sometimes be cruel."

I turned back to him. David looked genuinely concerned. "I know. I've met some before, but this guy seems okay."

"You've just met him. You don't know him yet."

"You're right. You're right. I don't, but I'll get to know him, and that starts tomorrow."

"Just be careful, okay? Don't go too fast."

"David, it's me, Gretta. I don't do that."

Relaxing, he sighed and nodded his head. "Good 'ol level-headed Gretta." David put his arm around me.

* * *

The next day at work I was excited all morning, thinking about the upcoming 'casual' lunch. I'd dressed nicer than usual. If nice is a word for wearing the tightest leather skirt I own with a see-though top and a nude, lace camisole. I'd spent extra time on my face this morning, too. A little glamorous, but not too slutty. I wanted to make just the perfect, improper impression on Tommy. David had come out of his room just as I was leaving for work. I laughed as his eyes just about popped out of his head.

Constance was in a meeting all day and I had the office to myself. I'd hoped to be able to talk to her some more before going to lunch. She had a steadying effect on me with regards to meeting new people at work and I could've really used that this morning. Instead, I poured myself into my work, getting a lot accomplished, trying to keep my mind off of what was coming.

Right before noon, my desk phone rang. "Hello, Gretta Mitchellson."

The answer made my tummy grow warm. "Hi, it's Tommy. Ready for lunch?"

I smiled and spun my chair around. "Yeah, where do you want to meet?"

"A bunch of us are going to meet at the front doors in about ten minutes. That okay?"

"Yeah, I'll see you down there."

"Okay." A long silent pause held my attention. "I can't wait to see you again, Gretta."

Surprised, I breathed in so much that I couldn't use it all, and said breathlessly, "Me, too, Tommy. I can't wait."

"Okay, see you at 12:10 downstairs." I heard a chuckle, then the phone went dead. I pulled the receiver off of my ear and looked at it. Goosebumps paraded up and down my arms and my nipples throbbed under my cami. I blew out a long sigh and hung up the phone.

"So, that was Tommy, eh?" Constance was standing in the doorway.

"Who? What? Uh… Yeah. Yeah, it was. Why do you ask?" I winced at my last remark. How stupid can I be?

Constance sat down behind her desk. "Hey! Hey, take it easy. I just asked. Jesus."

Suddenly chilled, I looked up at her sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous. Are you cold?"

She stood up and closed the door to our office. I grabbed my coat and pulled it around me. Constance walked around her desk and leaned against the front of it, watching me. "I'm not cold and you aren't either."

"What do you mean? It's freezing in here." I snuggled deeper into my big coat.

Constance folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Tell the truth, Gretta. When was the last time you got laid?"

I was so surprised by her question, I didn't know what to say, but started to several times. "Wha…? Well, I.."

"Okay, okay, I get the picture. It's been a while, am I right?"

"Well, yeah… With the move out here and all. I've been… I've been busy, okay?"

"Now, don't get hostile. I'm just trying to help." She fixed me with a stare. "I've got some good news and bad news."

"Huh?"

"The bad new is that you're scared."

"Scared? Of… Of what? I…"

Constance threw up her arms and leaned on my desk. "Look, you don't have to admit it to me, but at least admit it to yourself. You're scared. Scared like a bunny. You're shaking because of it. All the blood is rushing from your fingers and toes because of it."




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 04



I pulled the collar of my coat up around my face. If I felt any colder, my voice would tremble, but I had to admit, she was right. I was scared. "What's the good news?"

Constance smiled. "The good news is, you've got nothing to be scared of, silly. Whether you know it or not, you are one of the most beautiful women in this building, maybe in this city. And with the way you've dressed today, no one will be missing that, including Mr. Beefcake."

I did feel a little warmer. "Oh, you're just saying that."

"Hey, I'm only going so far with the compliments. You have nothing to fear today. It's just lunch, for Godsakes. Relax and if you can't relax around those people, then have a stiff drink -- heck, have two. It's Friday afterall. But remember, they're going to be looking at you. Wanting to know who you are. What makes you tick. Tommy might play it cool, but he can't help but be attracted to the prettiest girl he's ever gone out with."

I smiled and sat up, looking at Constance. I was being silly. There was nothing to be scared of, but maybe acting like a fool at lunch… Nope! Thoughts be gone. No negativity today. Out! Get out! "You're right. It's just lunch."

"That a girl."

I stood up and straightened my coat, tying it. "I'll just play it cool. Let everyone else take the lead." I took a deep breath.

"Perfect. Let them come to you."

I looked in the mirror at my desk and grabbed my purse, then turned to Constance. "I look okay?"

She looked me up and down, then nodded approvingly. "They won't know what hit them."

I smiled, then chuckled and took her hand. "Okay. Thanks, Connie, you're the best." We gave each other air kisses and I headed for the elevator.

On the ride down, I applied a fresh roll of lipstick and checked my hair. The doors popped open, revealing the busy lobby at lunchtime. I walked out. Men in business suits made their way in bunches to and from the swinging front doors. Just outside them, stood Tommy Jenner with a group of friends.

I took a deep breath and pushed my way through the doors. Tommy had his back to me and was saying something, so I waited. A redheaded man across from Tommy was looking at my feet. I looked down; thinking I'd possibly stepped in something. When I looked back up, his eyes were sweeping up my body, checking me out. I quickly looked away as though seeing something, then looked at Tommy. He finished what he was saying.

"Hello, am I late?" I smiled and stood close to Tommy's shoulder.

He turned and looked at me questioningly, then his smile left and he glanced at me quickly. "Gr-Gretta. Uhhhh…Wow."

The redheaded guy spoke first. "Who's your friend, Tommy?"

Tommy straightened and pulled me into the circle of friends. "Everyone, this is Gretta. Gretta Mitchellson. She just joined the firm last week."

I smiled and waved, looking at the bunch, looking me over. The redhead guy leaned in with his hand out. "Hi, Gretta. Sal Kennings, really nice to meet you." I took his hand and shook it.

Tommy leaned in. "You have to watch out for Sal, Gretta. He's a real ladies' man."

Sal chuckled and straightened his tie. "Oh, like you're the one to talk, Mr. Fourth Floor."

"Hey, just because I was promoted before you, Sal."

"Oh, eat it, you guys. You two can snack on egos, I'm hungry for lunch. Who's with me?" A tall woman, dressed impeccably in heels and a long wool overcoat pushed Sal and Tommy aside.

The group quickly followed the woman. Tommy tugged me along.

I whispered to him. "Who's the woman?"

"You don't know? That's Teri. Teri Eddings, the granddaughter. She gets this place when her father kicks." 

My eyebrows shot up at this revelation, not only for the impressive bank account that this revealed, but for the respect that dripped from Tommy's every word as he spoke about her.

Down the street and through traffic, we were off to lunch.

Lunch was at Duarte's, a fabulous new restaurant already becoming well known for its clientele as well as its wonderful chef. Everyone at the table ordered drinks when the waiter came by. I tried to play it cool, ordering at champagne and casis. Tommy got a gin-and-tonic, where Sal and Teri went straight for the Stoli martinis.

I sat between Teri and Tommy, half-listening to them banter back and forth while admiring the pale wood panelling and veiws of the financial district out the big windows at the front of the building. At one point, Tommy excused himself and I sipped my champagne, waiting for my seafood salad to arrive.

"Your first time here?"

I turned my head and Teri was looking at me. She had those big Audrey Hepburn eyes and a big mouth to go with them. She wore her makeup thick and dark, almost Goth-like.

"Yeah, I've never been anywhere yet."

She smiled. "You'll have to let me show you around sometime. Do you like to shop?"

I sighed. "One of my passions."

She took a drink of her martini. I couldn't call it a sip because she tilted her head back and filled her mouth before swallowing. Her eyes opened, already moistening at the corners.

"Great. Mine, too. One of many." She moved her hand off of her thigh and brushed my knee with her palm. I watched it. When I looked up, her eyes moved from my breasts to her martini glass.

"Hey, did I miss anything?" Tommy slid into our booth. Teri's hand left my knee.

I decided to be bold. I took Teri's hand beneath my own and placed it back on my knee, holding it there. "Not too much. Teri just invited me out for shopping this weekend."

"Real-ly? That sounds like fun. Any men's stores on the itinerary?"

Teri blew out a thin stream of air as though releasing pressure. "Nope, just girl stuff, Tommy. You should come along next time, though. My father's tailor would love to get his hands on you."

Tommy smiled thirty-two perfect teeth, then looked at me. "Oh, I bet he would. Probably give me a glove-like fit, though."

Teri laughed. "And if you play your cards right, a handsome discount."

Tommy looked down at his drink and spun it in his hand. "I'm not ready to play those cards just yet, Teri. But keep asking." He lifted the gin and drank it down.

I looked at Teri, who just kept smiling and winked at me.

The waiter arrived with our food. I was ravenous and everything smelled amazingly good. Teri got a call halfway through her Penne Arrabiata and had to leave suddenly.

She put on her coat, and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Don't forget. This weekend." Then, she hurried out the front doors, back to work.

I finished my champagne and wondered whether to order another. I decided to play it safe as my head was already giddy and spinning just from meeting everyone.

Sal was in a restless banter with the other two of our party across the table. Tommy leaned down to me. "Sorry, I didn't say anything earlier, but you look so attractive in that outfit."

I whispered back. "Why, thank you, Mr. Jenner."

He chuckled. "When I first saw you in it… Oh, boy."

Now, it was my turn to smile. "What? Did you want to borrow it?"

He looked right through me. "Not exactly." He leaned forward on his elbows and whispered. "I was thinking more of ripping it off of you."

The corners of my lips curled upwards along with my eyebrows. If he had wanted to take me on the table, I'm positive that I wouldn't have objected.

His dimples popped out. "Or…something like that."

Excited, I squeezed my knees together. "Oh really? Wouldn't that be a little odd for the workplace?"

He smiled with his eyebrows high and looked around animatedly. "Not… From what I've heard."

I took my last bite of salad. "Oh, come now, you make Eddings sound like some kind of palace of debauchery."

Tommy got a very serious look. "Not a palace. More like, the executive office building of debauchery."

I snorted, trying not to choke on a tomato.

"I like the way you laugh."

"What, like a drowning flounder?" I finally swallowed, totally embarrassed.

"I know a place that makes a great flounder. It has this amazing view of the Bay Bridge."

He's asking me to dinner. After I finished breathing again, I smiled and folded my napkin, trying to rein in my brain. "Tonight?"

"Yes. Around eight-thirty?"

I looked down, trying not to smile too big. "Okay. Sounds like fun."

* * *

I spent the rest of the afternoon at work in a daze, seeing his toothy grin and dimples float in fronting in front of me. Constance was thankfully back in her closed meeting; otherwise, I would have never heard the end of it.

Back at my apartment, David was out and I had the whole place to myself, which was great. I spent so much time running back and forth to the bathroom that if he had been there, it would've been a problem. I wanted to look like I was ready to get laid, but not over the top -- not desperate. A professional woman who wants it. Yeah, that was it.

I started with a silk brocade black dress, but decided it looked a little too brides-maid-y, if you know what I mean. Like I wouldn't be the one getting any.

It took me a while, but I finally decided on a layered approach to getting undressed later. Black garter and stockings with this perfect pair of panties from La Perla -- high French cut with nylon see-though butt. I posed in my mirror and held my hair up. I swear I looked just like a lingerie model. Okay, but without the boobs. As usual, the top was easy, a black nylon fitted camisole.

Right. I looked stunning with my clothes off, but what to wear over it? This took forever. I must have changed skirts and blouse combinations forty times. But after debating with myself for a while, I went with a chiffon top and the shortest black leather skirt I had. With its built-in belt, it wasn't much more than a fringe on the belt, it was so short. Matching leather boots were the final element. All black, but for the lipstick -- red and shiny. After I put it on, it made my lips look like wet paint. 

Now, for the contrast. Pearls. Good girls wear pearls. I got out my best pair of earrings and put them in. Added my pearl tennis bracelet and I was complete.

In my bedroom, clothes littered the bed and back of the chair, but I looked great. I turned sideways and all the way around, admiring the effect in the mirror at the foot of my bed. I bent over and looked behind me. I could just see the top bands of my hose and the garter, but… Hmmm… I had an idea.

I raised my skirt and pulled my panties off over the boots, throwing them on the bed. Then, I straightened, put my hands on my hips and looked in the mirror again. Nothing. You couldn't notice. I turned around and bent over. Nothing. I'd have to fall down for him to know, but it sure made me feel sexy. That little bit of cool air at just the right…

A key turned in the front door. "Hey! Gretta, you home? How'd it go with…?

I walked out the door and posed at the top of the stair. David turned from shutting the door and started taking off his jacket, but froze midway. His mouth dropped open and his eyes were riveted to my legs. He slowly looked up to my face and snapped out of it.

"Ho-ly shit!"

"Is that all you can say?"

 David stood up straight, still staring and swallowed once. "Gretta. You… You look… Incredible." He exhaled, looking me up and down again.

I smiled and spun around for him. "Do you really think so? I want to look just right."

As I turned around, David's hurriedly stuffed his hands into his front pockets.

"You look amazing, beautiful. You'd turn heads anywhere. I… Just right for what?" David looked me right in the eyes, suddenly very concerned.

Grinning, I walked past him to the closet to get my coat. "I have a date tonight." I said in my best sing-song voice.

David followed my every move. "A date? Already? With this… This guy from work? What's-his-name?"

I pulled my overcoat out and got my gloves from the hall bureau. "His name is Tommy, and yes, we're going to dinner."

"That outfit looks a lot more like dessert to me."

I got my purse and keys from the kitchen counter and pinched David's cheek. "If I'm lucky!" I turned my back and opened the door. "Don't wait up."

As I closed it, I saw David standing there, his mouth open, his eyes bugging out of his head and a what-the-fuck-just-happened look on his face.

I couldn't have been more pleased.

* * *

Tommy picked me up right on time. He drove us to this wonderful little hotel right off the Embarcadero next to the Bay Bridge. It was one of those crisp, cool evenings with no fog in the air, where you can see all the lights of Berkeley and Oakland sprinkled on the water. Tommy was being a perfect gentleman and I felt great perched on his arm as we came in to be seated.

Our table was at the back of the restaurant just off the hotel lobby with a great view of the bay and the bridge. Little round tables covered with white, floor-length cloths, silver settings and lighted candles. It was the essence of romance. The waiter approached a short Italian man with a big mustache. "May I take your coat, Madam?"

I smiled, handing him my gloves. "Yes, thank you." I untied the belt and pulled my lapels apart, watching Tommy. When my legs came into view, I swear he almost fell over the table. Glasses banged together and the salt and pepper toppled. I had to stifle a laugh.

I handed my coat to the waiter, then tried to look concerned. "You okay?"

Tommy finished taking off his overcoat. "Me? Oh. Yeah, yeah, fine. I just… Just caught my hand on the… The chair. Silly, really."

"Oh, silly." I smiled. The waiter pulled my chair out and I carefully sat down. I didn't want to let the cat out of the bag just yet.

Tommy's eyes were eating me up. "I love the way you're dressed."

"Just something I threw together. I probably should have dressed warmer, though. It's kind of chilly out tonight." I pulled my shoulders back. My nipples were aching.

Tommy eyes jumped back up to my face and smiled that smile from lunch -- toothy, dimples. "If you want, I could sit closer."

"Sure, that would be nice."

He scooted his chair around the corner of the table, so that his leg touched mine. "There we are, all cozy."

I picked up the menu. "Here, we can share. So, what's good? " I pushed the open menu towards Tommy. He took it and started talking about pasta-this and insaladé-that, saying something about a Napa Valley chardonnay, but all I could do was melt, breathing in his floral cologne and watching him. I crossed my legs under the table, and a shiver run through me as I felt my labia slip over one another.  My God, I was wet.

"You cold?"

"Hardly. No. No, I'm okay, just excited."

"Excited?"

"Yes."

"Me, too."

I grinned broadly. "Really?"

"Absolutely, I've been hard every since you took off that coat."

I purred and lowered my eyelids. "You ha-ave…" I slipped my hand under the long tablecloth to the front of his trousers, pushing down with my fingers. Either he'd stuffed an overheated salami down there, or this was going to be an eventful evening.

Tommy jumped. "Whoa."

"Mmm… You weren't kidding." I rubbed my palm slowly up the front of his wool slacks. "Nice material. Who does your tailoring?"

"If you're offering, the job's all yours."

"All mine?" I pulled his zipper down as quietly as I could and pushed my fingers into his pants.

Tommy looked around the restaurant at the nearby tables filled with chatting guests. "I'm… Not sure this is such a good…Oop!"

I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock and squeezed. "Oh, you're right. It's not good, it's great."

He moaned and pushed his hips forward. After a little jostling, I pulled him out through the fly, and began softly stroking him. "My, my, what a big boy."

"Getting cozy, I see?"

Tommy jumped again, frowning. Our Italian waiter was back.

I had to hand it to him; Tommy was doing pretty well, trying to act normal. "Oh, uh… Hi." He grabbed the menu and looked to me. "Mind if I order for both of us?"

"Go right ahead. I'm really hungry." I licked my lips.

Tommy swallowed hard and looked back at the menu. "We'll both have the flounder and the Stag's Leap Chardonnay, 1989."

"Excellent choices, señor. Will you be ordering dessert or coffee later?"

His cock throbbed in my hand. I slowly ran my palm over the crown.

Tommy started to speak a couple of times, doing a serious imitation of a landed fish. "I seriously doubt it."

The waiter bowed and left.

I stroked Tommy's cock deliriously slowly. His flesh was burning hot and I must have been soaking the chair I was in by now. "The view of the bridge is quite lovely, don't you think?"

Tommy quickly glanced out the window and back to me again, breathing hard. "You know, if you keep this up… I'll… I'll be…"

"You'll be… Spraying the table? Getting my hand all sticky? Sending your suit to the dry cleaners?"

Tommy tensed up and closed his eyes. "All the above."

I moved my hand down to the base of his penis and squeezed. Instantly, his eyes flew open.

"Oh, no. Not yet. I've got big plans for that later."

Tommy took a breath. "Big… Big plans?"

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering very slowly, "Big, -- tight -- hot -- wet -- plans." I took his hand from gripping his chair and moved it under the table. He moaned.

As his hand slid over my legs, I uncrossed them and spread my knees apart. "Here's a little preview." I pushed his hand under my skirt to my very wet pussy, and closed my thighs around it.

As his fingertips tentatively brushed my labia, I sucked in air between my teeth.

The waiter chose that precise moment to bring the food.

With a flourish of laying the plates in front of us and a big 'Bon Appetito," he smiled and stood back, waiting for us to appreciate the chef's fine work. 

Tommy looked at him with a glazed look. "Can we… Have it to go, please?"

* * *

Fifteen very hurried minutes later, we crashed through Tommy's apartment door, throwing clothes this way and that. I had my tongue in his mouth, pressing him against the apartment door the moment it shut.

I shrugged out of my overcoat, never leaving his mouth and grabbed his hips, pulling them to mine.

Panting and moaning, we were both on fire. I slid off his mouth and kissed down his neck while my hands in true blind man's bluff fashion unbuckled his belt.

Breathing like a sprinter, Tommy watched me sink lower onto his chest. "Wouldn't it be better…on… the bed… bedroom?"

I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, buttons flew everywhere. His chest had this reddish-brown tuft to it. I love a hairy chest. "Nice chest." I bit down on one of his nipples as my hands sank into the front of his trousers.

Tommy breathed hard twice, then started unbuttoning my blouse. He got to the third button, and I pulled it off over my head. His palms settled on my breasts and I fell to my knees.

I looked up at him from the floor. "Now, I get to see it." I pulled his zipper down.

His thumbs found my nipples, and my mouth dropped open in an "O" as air rushed out of it.

My fishing hands unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off his hips, revealing silk boxers tented invitingly to my left. I grinned up at Tommy and grabbed him through the material. "I love silk, don't you?"

His voice rose an octave. "After tonight, it's all I'm wearing."

Tommy pulled on the straps holding up my cami, and I raised my arms for him to pull it off.

The satin slid past my head and I was topless. I looked up at Tommy, not knowing if he'd be put off by my lacking upper body, but his eyes spoke otherwise.

"Oh, my God. Your nipples. They're beautiful."

I didn't have to look. They'd been throbbing all evening. I knew they were hard and puffy. I put my hands underneath, leaned back on my knees and pushed up my little boobs. "You like? You buy?"

He reached for me. "Get up here. I've got to suck on those."

But I pushed him away. "Not yet, big boy. If there's any sucking to be done…"




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 04



I pushed his hard cock over to the opening of his boxers. It sprung free from the material and angled up towards his belly. A big blue vein ran down the side and the crown was shiny and purple as though it had been molded out of velvet. I looked at the sensitive "V" underneath the crown's rim and a shiver ran through my legs. "What a beautiful cock." I grabbed it in both hands and leaned in, running my tongue up the underside of the shaft, licking it like a Popsicle.

Tommy stiffened and banged his head back against the door. I don't think he noticed, though.

I pulled his cock down to my mouth and pointed my tongue, running it all around the head. His musky scent immediately filled my mouth and nose. I licked my hand and started jacking the shaft up and down.

"You don't mind if I spend a little time down here, do you? This might take a while."

Tommy shook his head emphatically and even gave me a "thumbs up." I laughed.

Opening my mouth wide, I slide as much of his meat into my mouth as I could. His cock bumped the upper back of my mouth and I sucked the air out of my mouth, closing my lips around his penis.

Somewhere above me, I heard a low moan and felt fingers in my hair. 

I began to run Tommy's cock in and out, savoring the texture of it, brushing past my lips. I thought for a moment and looked down. My red lipstick was painted all over his shaft in front of me. I wanted this to be the best cocksucking he'd ever had, so that if he ever wanted more, he'd know where to find it.

I pulled him out of my mouth and ran his cockhead over the flat of my tongue in little circles. My other hand found his balls and cupped them, gently palming them back and forth.

I looked up, and Tommy was panting now. His cock was as hard as it was going to get and I needed it… Needed it spreading my pussy open.

I leaned back and put his cock in both my hands, slowly but firmly stroking it.

"Tommy?"

"Ye…yeah?"

"Do you want to fuck me now?"

"Ohhh…"

"My pussy is dripping down my legs. I think it needs something to plug it up. Can you help me?"

"Oh, God…"

"I'm going to stand up and bend over that table over there, and I want you to shove this big --fat -- cock in me and spread me open, baby. That okay?"

He nodded quickly. 

I rocked back on my heels and was just sliding my breasts along his cock, when I felt it. The first jet of cum hit my shoulder. I looked down. "What…?"

The second sprayed across my tits, followed in quick succession by one over my stomach and one on my skirt. Tommy started moaning and apologizing.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry. I just got too excit… Oh God!"

As I backed away from the beast, three more shots peppered my skirt, legs and boots. Tommy sank sideways, leaning against the door jam, breathing heavily. A long dollop of cum hung from the end of his cock. I looked down. I was coated with splotches of sperm from my tits to the floor. Some of it was running down my arms and legs, but the biggest blob was on the front of my skirt. I couldn't wipe it off, because cum was on my hands, too.

I laughed. He gave a weak smile. "Tommy, where's your bathroom?"

He pointed to the right. "First door on the left."

I kissed him on the cheek. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

I walked down the hall and flicked the light on in the bathroom. I found some hand towels next to the mirror. I was a mess! Damn, that boy must've saved this up for a month!

I cleaned up and was a little worried about my skirt, but what the hell. I finished getting the last blob off of my hose and walked back into the front room. Soft music was playing, the fireplace was burning and Tommy was lying face down on the sofa.

Still in my boots and skirt, I sat down next to him and ran my hand up his back. "Hey, baby, I brought you a towel." No response. I pushed at his shoulder. "Tommy?" Nothing. "Baby, what's wrong?" I patted the side of his face. 

He moaned and rolled to his right. "I'm sorry. Just so… So tired. I can't…" He fell asleep.

I was puzzled. My forehead wrinkled as I thought. I sat upright and looked around the room. I looked back down at the big, handsome guy. He snorted once, then started snoring. Snoring?

I got mad. I slapped him on the butt. "Hey!"

He stopped snoring for a second and rolled his face into a throw pillow.

I turned away from him. Did all he want was a fucking blowjob?

I looked down at my body and ran my palms over my nipples. I clinched as a tingling flew down my front and straight into my pussy as I caressed myself. I pulled my skirt back. My pussy was pink and swollen, the inner lips spreading over the outer like little wings. I was dripping. I ran a finger along the lips and thrust my knees together, fighting against the sudden electric sensations that danced up and down my legs. The pad of my finger found my spot underneath my clit and made a tight, little circle. My ears felt hot. I watched my finger tease me for a few moments, ringing my clit with exquisite sensations. My heart thrummed against my ribs until I felt like I could hear ringing in my ears. 

A warmth spread up from my hips to my stomach like a blush, cruising slowly through my body. I straightened and pinched a nipple with my free hand. I moaned and breathed out hotly, closing my eyes.

Tommy snorted, rolled to his other side and started snoring loudly again.

Snoring? When my eyes opened they were looking at the ceiling, and I was angry again. Looking down at my skirt up around my hips and my hands on myself, and I felt ridiculous. I stood up and gathered my things, throwing them on as quickly as I could. I grabbed my purse and put my over coat on, not bothering to button it and opened the door to the hall.

Tommy was still snoring on the sofa. I stood there for a moment, fuming, then I wriggled my butt at him. "You're loss, asshole!"

I slammed his door as hard as I could, hearing something fall and shatter as I strode down the hall. I called a cab and waited outside on the curb. 



The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 01



A NOTE TO MY READERS ABOUT CHAPTER 5

This chapter is very long and covers several events and incidents. I apologize for the wait as well as the length. Since this book is designed to conclude at chapter 7 it is important that the story leads to a conclusion. This chapter is designed to allow Judo and I to reach that goal without too much awkwardness or contrivance. I might also add that this chapter is pretty hot. Much of the length is spent...well in a state of extreme excitement. Please bear with me, the second part of chapter 5 will be up in a week or so. 

Thanks...

I.C. 

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After a visit to the jewelry store I headed home. I travel light so when I got home I was able to easily carry my bags up to the apartment. I put them down and opened the door, happy to be home. After my stop at the jewelry store, my bags weren't the only thing that were light and I was keenly aware of the need to get some income producing work out of the way. 

The thing is, travel is very tiring, for me at least and the kind of work I do requires real enthusiasm and mental alertness, so work was out of question, at least for the rest of the day.

I wasn't making excuses. I was worn out from the flight and Sandra and her sister were expecting me later on in the evening; I decided to take a nap. 

Before napping, I took a hot shower letting the warm water wash much of the weariness of travel from my body. I wrapped myself in a white terry robe and headed for my room.

On the way to the bedroom I gulped a couple of the "Ever-hard" capsules Gretta had found so offensive. After all, Sandy had warned me that performance would be an issue later tonight.

As I relaxed on my bed I allowed my mind to wonder back over one of the recent developments in Gretta and my relationship.

Now I know I've related the difficulty Gretta and I have had sticking to our word. As I tried to drift off to sleep I kept recalling our encounter the night before I left on this trip.

One of the most disturbing things about our relationship is most of the time Gretta acts like Sandy and I are a couple of sex fiends and she's as pure as the driven snow. I'm beginning to believe this is just an act. She manages to get a whole lot of teasing in herself... then she refuses to acknowledge that anything has even happened.

I'm beginning to wonder if much of the excitement our relationship sparks revolves around her teasing me and then leaving me to my own devices. I think she knows what she's doing...and enjoys it.

This brings me to the particular incident I found so troubling, which had taken place on the night before I left for this trip...

I had just finished packing and was sitting in the living room when Gretta came out, poured herself a drink and asked me if I still knew how to give a really good back rub.

"Sure, is your back hurting?"

"They don't know a thing about ergonomics at the office. Every muscle in my body aches, would it be a terrible imposition for you to do a back rub?"

"Glad to help sis, just lay down and I'll rub away."

"Would you mind leaving the room for a minute?"

"I guess not, why?"

"I really need you to rub every muscle and I need a second to get ready."

"OK" I said and went into my room and shut the door. When I returned, Gretta was lying face down on the floor entirely undressed with a pillow tucked under her pelvic area and a small bottle of oil sitting beside her. I was taken aback and said, "Haven't you forgotten your underpants?"

She looked up at me from the floor, an amused half smile on her face, "For heavens sake David, it's a butt, everyone has one. I hope you're not so alive to indecent suggestion that it makes you horny. I'm your sister, get a grip."

"You're right" I agreed and got down to work.

As I massaged, I had to agree that she did indeed need a back rub. Every muscle in her body was as tight as a drum. While there was no doubt in my mind that she was indeed in need of a back rub, I couldn't ignore the close call we had nearly consummated a couple of weeks before. I forced a brief flash of her standing in front of me rubbing her swollen and glistening cunt and offering to "let me watch" out of my mind. She had to be aware that this was arousing to me.

I worked my way down her back and then rubbed her arms, working my way all the way to her fingers. As I worked, I was glad I had taken the precaution of wearing my pajama bottoms. I didn't have a raging hard on or anything, but there was life there and it was growing more and more aware of our situation as the massage went on.

As I rubbed the small of her back Gretta asked, "Do you think I'm attractive David?"

"We've had this conversation before, you know I do."

"I know you've told me, but you're my brother, you have to be nice, I really want to know what you think."

I started rubbing her legs and said, "If you weren't my sister, I'd be trying to reach your pussy right now." Inside my pajama pants, the level of excitement jumped up a notch and my half-erect cock began to fill out coming to complete attention.

"Well, thanks for the complement and as much as my puss might need playing with, that's for others to do, not my brother. I can't help noticing you skipped massaging my ass however and I need rubbing there as bad as anywhere else. That's why I skipped the underpants, you don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not sis" I said pouring oil on my shaking hands and sliding them over her perfect butt. I was glad that her face was pointed the other way because there was no hiding my obvious excitement at this point.

"It sounds like your love life isn't making the grade." I said as I smoothed the oil over her firm ass and moved down to her thighs.

"Unless you count giving some guy a blow job, having him come all over you and roll over and go to sleep good sex, I guess you're right" came the muffled reply.

"It must be frustrating."

"You have no idea."

As I worked my way down her long and perfect legs I noticed that she seemed to be thrusting her pelvis into the pillow she had tucked there. At this point any hope I had of gaining mastery over my erection vanished forever. Her muffled voice came to me as she said, "This feels so good, almost sensual, I don't know how I can thank you."

I had several ideas, which prudently I kept to myself.

"No thanks necessary sis, I'm always glad to do what I can."

"I know, sometimes I wish we weren't related."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Oh I don't know, this just feels really nice. If you weren't my brother I could flip over and have you do the other side."

Do I need to tell you how hard my cock was at this moment? Do I need to tell you what self-control it took not to reach under her pelvis which was now moving regularly against the pillow between her legs and touch her cunt?

Instead I got to my feet, having finished my massage and stood looking at her naked body lying on the floor glistening with the oil I had applied and turned toward my bedroom door. This effectively hid my raging erection from her as I thought about how badly I wanted to touch her all over. What I said was "I hope that helps relieve some of the tension at least, goodnight sis, I'm leaving so you can get up without me seeing anything."

"Thanks" her muffled reply came back.

I walked into my room and shut the door, but not all the way. I left a crack in the door, simply because I couldn't resist seeing her other side naked. Who could blame me?

I turned and put an eye to the crack in the door, expecting to see Gretta scramble to her feet, but she was still lying there. As I watched through the crack, she appeared to be lying motionless, but as I continued watching, I noticed that she was still thrusting against the pillow but with a lot more vigor than she had done when I was in the room.

I watched this for a minute or two, too astounded to reach down and stroke my rigid cock that was dripping inside of the tent it had made for itself. Before I could process the information my eyes were sending me Gretta shuddered was still for a moment then she scrambled to her feet, leaned down to grab the bottle of oil and left the room.

I caught just a flash of her magnificent body, the inflamed and hard tipped nipples and the blonde pussy, which I could see was slightly swollen and distended even from my location behind the door. Her door closed and I was left alone to deal with the situation as best I could. 

I stood there for a minute ambivalent and tentative then letting my titillation direct my feet, I quietly stepped out of my room and moved across the hall to Gretta's closed door. 

In the quiet of our darkened apartment behind my sisters door I could clearly hear a high pitched buzzing sound that couldn't be anything but a battery operated vibrator.

As I stood in the hall, my rigid erection making a ludicrous protrusion that stuck out in front of me like some sort of auxiliary limb, a third leg if you will, I was overwhelmed by a cascade of emotions.

First, of course was extreme desire and longing. The insistent buzzing coming from behind the door fueled this like gasoline being poured onto a roaring bonfire. This feeling alone was so strong it nearly sickened me causing my vision to swim as I pictured what was going on behind the door and imagining me reaching out and turning the knob.

Not far behind that was shame and guilt as I castigated myself for what clearly was a sick and perverted attraction.

Behind the door, the sound of the vibrator stopped and was replaced by a regular slapping sound that grew louder and faster as I listened. Suddenly I heard Gretta cry "Oh David!" I stood in stunned silence for a moment and then the steady sound of the vibrator resumed.

Reaching into my pajama bottoms I grasped my aching dick and began to slide my hand up and down its slippery length the obsequious sound of the vibrator mixing lewdly with the slippery sounds issuing from inside of my bottoms.

For a couple of minutes I reveled in my indecent behavior listening to the slick sound of my hand moving back and forth under the material. I briefly pulled my bottoms down and stood at her door stroking the shining length of my rigid erection openly, stopping to slap it back and forth causing droplets to spray on the door. 

Behind the door the slapping sound had resumed but the vibrator was going as well. I was left to imagine what was happening a few feet away on the other side of that closed door. Then I heard Gretta cry out again, this time in inarticulate passion. I realized that I was a goner and was going to wind up shooting my cream into the carpet outside of my sister's door.

With trembling hands, I rapidly pulled the bottoms back up and grasped myself through the material feeling my cock begin to throb. I tried to stop myself from what I was about to do, but it was useless.

I don't know what I'd have done if she had opened the door right at that moment because I began to squirt hot cream right down the leg of my pajamas. 

I remained poised there, unable to move; shuddering, gasping and soaking myself as I stood listening to the faint sounds of my sister whimpering through the closed door along with the steady sound of her vibrator.

These were the thoughts that were running through my mind as I lie on my bed relaxing from my trip, feeling the first effects of the "Ever-Hard" capsules I had taken when I felt someone sit down on the side of the bed.

I opened my eyes.

Gretta was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. She had a glass of wine with her. She too had just exited the shower and hadn't really done too good of a job of drying off. Her cotton shirt clung to her revealing a little more than either of us should have been comfortable with.

I know she saw me staring at her breasts which the damp, clinging shirt revealed; I couldn't help it. She asked if I minded if she shut off the lamp as the light was bothering her eyes. We both knew the real reason, but I replied that I didn't mind, so she turned of the lamp and we sat in the darkness as she sipped her wine.

Gretta has been trying to develop her social life and for a while I listened as she talked about some of the guys at work and flirtation that had been going on with a particular guy. I in turn talked about some of the things Sandy and I have been doing. For a while the talk was of a general nature but Gretta started asking specific questions about us and I found myself describing my encounter with Susan.

As I relived our experience relating it to Gretta, I must admit, I started to become a little aroused. I figured it was no big deal as I was wearing a bulky robe and besides we were sitting in a pitch-black room.

Gretta was very interested in this incident and asked repeated questions about our experience. Her questions became uncomfortably explicit, but I continued to answer them.

Then Gretta started talking about her roommate in college. She described an experience she had one night when both the girls were in their room during a "dry spell" dating. She told me that she and her roommate had been so frustrated and horny they had masturbated together in front of a mirror. She went on to say that both girls had used each other as a "last resort" during the year. She concluded by saying she wished she knew someone who would help her get through her current dry spell.

I asked her if this was the same girl who she had watched having sex with a boyfriend and Gretta replied that it was.

She went on to say that while she hadn't done anything that night in front of them both, but later when they talked about the experience in the darkness of their room together, they had both started to become aroused.

"At the start it was just talking" Gretta said, "But after a while we were really trying to get each other excited. For the longest time neither of us would admit it. We'd start out just talking and sooner or later the conversation would become risqué. After a while we'd start telling each other erotic stories about our supposed experiences. Then the talk would turn really dirty, downright pornographic. She'd be telling me about having sex with two or three boys and we both knew darn well it had never happened but I did the same thing right back using the nastiest language you can imagine. All this time pretending we were just talking; we both knew better. Pretty soon one of us would get up and go into the bathroom for a while and the other would lie in her bed and...well you get the picture."

I certainly did. By the time she finished talking I was lying in the dark with a very hard dick. I should have asked her to let me get to sleep, but I didn't. Instead I started telling her about the capsules I had just taken and admitting the idea of getting off with anyone was starting to sound pretty good.

We spent the next few minutes verbally flirting. I confessed that on my trip I had jacked off every day at least once or twice and I hadn't been this horny since adolescence.

In turn she admitted to me that her social life was a flop so far and suggested that I was not the only person in the room who was getting off alone. "The only difference between us" she said, "is that you'll be seeing Sandy later tonight and I'm on my own until I meet someone."

I reassured her that someone would come along. She acknowledged that she knew this was true, but in the mean time she felt starved for human touch. "That massage you gave me a week ago was the first time anyone else has touched me in about six months", she said.

I told her that I was glad to help by doing whatever I could and she said that she appreciated my efforts and then went on to say that she was so starved for attention that she had become quite aroused during the last massage.

I didn't quite know how to respond to this last statement and I was tempted to come back with a smart retort about "too much information". Instead I decided to tell her the truth and admitted that I had been quite aroused at the conclusion of the last massage and as a matter of had masturbated soaking the pajama bottoms I had been wearing. I didn't feel compelled to tell her that I had been standing at her door listening to her while my cream was running down my legs.

"Well David", she said quietly, "That relieves me of a big load of guilt, because I did the same thing."

"Masturbated?"

"Like a little slut, with battery operated toy no less. I spent the next few days ashamed to look you in the eye."

"Look Gretta, it's only natural. We're both kind of going through a dry spell and its not like we're really attracted to each other and in the end, we only did what we were going to do anyway."

Gretta sighed and said, "I didn't think of it that way. You're sure you're not offended?"

"Not at all, as a matter of fact, it's kind of cool."

"So the idea of a sexual massage doesn't bother you even if the only relief comes later alone in your room?"

"Better than jacking off looking at dirty books", I said. "After all, we're both adults and just because we became physically aroused doing it doesn't mean that we were going to do anything weird together. I think we've passed that test"

Gretta was quiet on her end of the couch for a moment and then she said that her back was bothering her again and asked if I would mind giving her another backrub. I told her that I wasn't sure if this was a good idea right now. I admitted our talk had aroused me and frankly, I was about to "take care of things" before going to sleep. Besides, I told her I wasn't wearing anything except the robe and I didn't feel like getting dressed or putting on pajamas.

What she said next disconcerted me more than anything she ever said to me did. She said that we were brother and sister and she agreed we should be intellectually mature enough to deal with physical arousal. In other words, she said, "I know you're hard and you know I'm hard up, so just be careful about where you rub."

"Gretta."

"Yes?"

"You know those capsules I took that...help me to uh...maintain a long lasting...uh...erection?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I took two of those about thirty minutes ago, I really don't think this is a good idea."

Gretta laughed, "That's even better, since you're chemically aroused, we can stop worrying about where your erection came from and just ignore it."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Gretta stood up and said that since neither of us could see the other, we might as well as be naked. I could hear her slipping her clothes off. She ran down the hall and returned in a moment with a bottle of massage oil from her room. She handed it to me and I heard her lie on the floor.

I slipped the robe off and dropped it on the bed and poured some oil on my palm. 

I know now I should never have agreed to this. I had been trying to comfort her about her feelings after the last backrub, not lay the groundwork for a new one. What I had failed to share with her was how desperately aroused I had been and how close I had come to touching her inappropriately last time.

I was as hard as a rock and when I sat down on her behind so I could rub the oil on her back, my erect cock was touching her. We both pretended not to notice as I rubbed her back and shoulders and then moved down to her firm ass and long shapely legs.

As I rubbed her, she started to tell me more about her relationship with her college roommate. 

"Finally, one night neither of us went to the bathroom, we just kept talking to each other until finally she asked me what I was doing and I admitted I was playing with myself and she admitted she was doing it too."

"For a couple of weeks I was hot all day just thinking about what we'd be talking about that night. One day I was feeling so nasty I decided to come back to our room during class to get a little relief and walked in on her...doing it to herself...she didn't stop...and I watched her; then I let her watch me."




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 01



She talked about how they would hold "fashion shows" for each other modeling clothing they had purchased and how the shows became a pretext for showing off and arousing each other. She explained how their relationship went form individual masturbation in the dark, to telling each other what to do while they did it. How they had moved to watching each other and finally to touching, kissing and getting each other off.

She talked about the conversations they would have while they were rubbing off. She said that her roommate had a collection of "stroke books" and told me that she would read to her roommate and watch while she rubbed off and then her roommate would read to her as she did the same. Sometimes, she said, they would take turns, coming together as they did. "Just knowing that someone was watching me, getting aroused along with me and then coming the same time I did made all the difference" she said as my fingers moved over her soft skin. Every once in a while, my cock would touch her and every time this happened, a shiver would run through my entire body.

I concluded the back rub and was preparing to get to my feet when she turned over and asked me to do the front of her legs and her shoulders. Now, at this point, I was quite firm when I told Gretta that I didn't think this was really a good idea. She just laughed and told me to get real. It was ridiculous for me to be so cautious. "If everyone acted on every physical impulse they felt", she said, "There'd be a whole lot more fucking going on". I had to agree, so with some misgivings, I got back down on my knees and prepared to continue the massage. I knew she was getting aroused and also that she was intentionally teasing me. I also knew that we had an unspoken agreement that it was all right that we were both excited, but we weren't going to act on our arousal.

I started on her shoulders, moving down her arms and finally to her fingers then back up again. I hesitantly moved my hands across the top of her chest just feeling the swell of the tops of her small breasts as I did.

I moved my hands down her sides, carefully avoiding the sides of her breasts, feeling her breathe as I did this. As I moved my hands over her taunt tummy, she said, "David, I'm going to have you do something that might sound weird."

I asked her what that was and she replied that she knew I was pretty hard and she appreciated my discipline and self control, but she felt like we were in an unequal situation.

I asked her how she figured that and she said that she could feel my erection from time to time as I massaged her and realized I had no real way to hide it. She went on to say that our situation was mutual and she was also very aroused. It wasn't fair to me that I had to totally avoid her erogenous areas while she could feel the physical arousal I was experiencing and maybe enjoy the effect our touching was having on me just a little.

"OK", I said, "What is this weird thing you want me to do?" I asked.

"You can rub oil on my breasts too" she said

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. She replied that it was only fair, but cautioned me not to linger there. "Let's not tempt fate" were her exact words.

I poured more oil into my hands and began working my way up over the bottoms of her firm little globes. When my hands passed over her nipples, I realized what she had been talking about. They were distended nearly an inch and very rigid. I felt her entire body stiffen as I touched her there and couldn't help but linger a bit gently squeezing her before moving on to the tops of her breasts and finally her neck and finally her face.

I then moved back to her abdomen moving lower and lower, skirting her mound when I started to feel her fine pubic hairs. I knew that I should move down to her legs and conclude this but before I did, I rubbed a little more oil around her pussy, being careful to avoid touching inside. I could feel the heat that radiated from this place as well as quite a bit of lubrication surrounding her cunt. I noticed that she made no protest as I continued to touch this very intimate area, but I didn't want to take it any further so I moved down to her legs.

By this time, my cock was so hard it hurt and every time it bounced a stream of fluid would drip from it. I know she felt it because I was dripping on her as I rubbed her legs.

I might as well admit that I was intentionally bouncing myself because it felt so good. The knowledge that she was aware of my arousal just helped to intensify it. As I got to her thighs, I felt her spread her legs slightly so I started to rub her inner thighs, all the time bouncing my painfully erect dick.

Out of the darkness, she asked me if I had ever done anything like she had with her college roommate.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, getting off with a guy or reading dirty books together."

I told her that I had experienced many sexual situations with both sexes but had never read dirty books with another guy. I admitted that I had my own collection of books and magazines that Sandy and I occasionally read together but admitted while I was out of town I had been reduced to reading them alone.

She didn't say anything for a moment and then she whispered that considering her situation maybe she should make use of this kind of reading material and asked me if she could borrow one or two when I finished the massage. Of course I said she could.

As I rubbed the soft skin of her inner thighs, I continued bouncing my cock a little harder when I felt it make contact with something. In a split second I realized that in the dark she had placed her hand, palm up under my cock so she could catch the fluid that now dripped in an uninterrupted stream. 

The shock of excitement that coursed through my body was indescribable, but I didn't let on that I had noticed. I intentionally brushed near to her warm pussy and as I did she ground her pelvis against my hand hard enough to part her lips.

She was soaking wet and in the instant she made contact with the side of my hand, she slid herself against it, shuddered and took a ragged breath. I jerked my hand away and resumed lightly rubbing oil on her inner thighs.

A moment later it happened again. This time I didn't move my hand as she pressed herself against it, sliding back and forth coating the side of my hand with her slippery juices. At the same time, I felt her warm palm lightly touching the underside of my aching cock. She slid her palm up and down the underside slowly as she continued sliding her slippery cunt against my hand..

I don't know how long she had been holding her open palm under my dripping cock. It must have been there for some time because her hand was filled with the slippery fluid that had been issuing from my aching boner. Her hand made an obscenely wet sound as she slid it back and forth. I could hear the sound of her sodden cunt as she it rubbed against my hand. 

I found her rigid little clit and began to tease it, making little circles. She said nothing as she trembled and took in a ragged, sobbing breath, letting it slowly out as we both listened to the sound or our labored breathing and our hands touching each other in the darkness.

We continued doing this to each other, for maybe a minute or two, growing more and more aroused. I took a labored breath and said, "Gretta, this is crazy."

In the darkness, I heard her reply, "I know, we'd better cool it." Her hand, however, kept on moving against my cock and I continued flicking her hardened little nub. I felt my cock begin to thicken and throb, preparing to spasm into her soft hand. I heard her saying in a high and unsteady voice that if we didn't stop right now she was going to embarrass herself badly. "Really David, I mean it. Please stop this is getting too intense."

I don't know how we managed it, but we stopped. For a moment we were motionless and I could feel her palm flat against the underside of my inflamed and aching dick. My hand remained on her swollen drenched cunt and I actually felt her little clit throb once or twice but resisted the urge to flick it one more time to send her over the edge. I heard the raw panic in her voice as she said, "Please, no more touching." And then in an unsteady whisper, "At least not right now."

I withdrew my hand and stood up and Gretta scrambled to her feet as well. As I turned to leave, I felt her hand on my arm. "Don't leave yet." In a diminutive voice she said. "I think we'd better talk".

"OK", I said, sitting down on the bed, pulling my robe over my aching erection. I felt her sit down at the end.

She said, "I'm sorry for touching you like that, it was inappropriate. I hope you can forgive me." I told her that it was an understandable thing to do with both of us sort of high and dry as it were and asked her forgiveness as well."

She was silent for a moment and then she said, "I really didn't mind you touching me just now, but I'm glad we stopped." Underneath the robe my still dripping cock released another stream which dripped down the shaft and pooled in my pubic hair.

"I really didn't mind you touching me either."

"David",

"Yes?"

"Can we kind of keep this little incident to ourselves?"

"Who did you think I was going to tell, our parents?"

"Well, I know that you and Sandy talk about stuff a lot and I'd appreciate if you kind of kept this under your hat. I don't think I could face her if she knew".

"If that's what you want, I'll respect that. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened."

"Thank you brother, it'll be a whole lot easier to face you in the future if we both just kind of put this out of our memories".

I thought for a moment and said "I think I can develop a pretty good case of amnesia"

"Thank you brother, that really puts my mind at rest." 

A long silence and then she said, "I kind of wish you'd have kept on."

"Touching you?"

"Yes, it felt so nice and now I'm worse off than I was before the whole thing started."

You're not alone," I said ruefully.

"Hard huh?"

"You have no idea."

"I think I just might. My cunt is on fire. I know it's wrong, but it's been so long since anyone has touched me.... Except for a quickie blow-job...I've touched my own pussy...so much...too much...I want someone else to do it with me for a change...anyone else.

"We still can"

"I know, but I don't think we should.... at least not touch each other...no matter how much we want to it would be...wrong."

Under the robe, my hand grasped my hard dick and gingerly touched the dripping head. "I've got to admit I'm still very aroused," I said, 

"Me too, but we shouldn't be touching each other like we were. Is your cock as hard as it was when I touched you?"

"Yes, is your pussy still as slippery as it was?

"I'll let you decide, listen and tell me what you think." In the darkness I heard a wet slippery sound that was clearly the sound her fingers were making as she teased her clit.

"Maybe we could just touch ourselves."

"David, I already am."

I could hear the slippery little sounds she made as she teased her clit. Pushing the bulky robe off my rigid cock I felt the cool air rush over it's surface and shuddered as I heard Gretta unconcernedly and openly touching herself at the other end of the bed.

I began to rub my engorged cock in time to the barely discernible sounds she made sitting on her end of the bed and said, "I can hear you playing with your cunt right now"

"Yes, I am, I can't seem to help myself, I hope you don't think I'm a slut." The sound of her masturbation increased in tempo and I matched her, jacking my cock faster. "I wish you could see me sitting here with my legs spread totally naked just rubbing my cunt like some kind of nasty girl who'll let her own brother watch her masturbate.

"Now you've got me doing it too, I don't think you're a slut just because you can't help rubbing your pussy. Even if you are my sister listening to you and thinking about what you're doing is making me just as crazy I can't seem to stop jacking off either."

"I know, I can hear you. I'm glad you're doing it with me, jacking your cock while I rub my cunt, I feel so nasty!"

"Like you did with your roommate in school?"

Gretta gasped "Once we let her boyfriend watch us."

"What did he do?"

"Just sat there for a while and watched. Pretty soon his dick was sticking up in his pants and, this was so sweet, he asked her if he could do it with us."

"Did she let him?"

"Not right away, she said he had to just watch so he sat there and squeezed himself through his pants. Pretty soon he was trying to jack off but he couldn't really manage it with his pants on."

"What happened then?"

"He started asking again, this time he was really desperate, but she still wouldn't let him. She stood up in front of him and started rubbing her pussy really fast and asking him how bad he wanted to touch his dick."

"He must have been begging by this time" I said moving my hand rapidly up and down the slippery length of my aching cock as I listened to Gretta briskly rubbing her slippery cunt.

"Oh he was" Gretta said in an unsteady voice laced with agitation as she openly masturbated herself and listened to me doing the same.

"Did she let him do it?"

"First she made herself cream in front of him and then told me I should do it with her and then he lost control."

"What did he do?"

He pulled his pants down and started jacking off while he watched me doing it."

"What did she do?"

Gretta moaned and said, "If I tell you this part, I'm going to cream myself right here, I always come when I get to this part...I don't think we should come...in front of each other"

"So stop playing with your cunt and tell me what happened."

"Ok, Ok, I'm stopping." I heard her take a ragged breath, "Ok, anyway, she went over to him and made him stop jacking off, but I just kept on doing it until I climaxed right in front of him. She was standing behind him and while I was doing it, you know coming, she reached around and stroked him once or twice and he was shooting cream all over me while I finished myself."

"There was a moments silence broken only by the sound of my hand moving up and down my slippery shaft.

Gretta said, "That's not fair, you're still doing it."

"I can't seem to help myself, I'm thinking about you standing in front of her boyfriend" I said, now masturbating unreservedly, my hand moving up and down a shaft that was slick with pre-come, "and what it'd be like to touch you...to squirt all over you right now."

"Me too, if we could, I'd have you touch my nipples while I get my cunt off. Her tempo increased significantly and I matched her.

"But what if I started squirting all over you when you started creaming?"

"Where would you shoot?"

"On your legs, your breasts.... your nipples."

"Would you squirt hot cream all over my face and neck?"

"Is that what her boyfriend did?"

"Oh yes, all over my face."

"I'd drench you all over, especially your face. Maybe I'd do it in your mouth and then watch you cream your pussy while I did".

"Oh David, that's so hot." The tempo of her rubbing had increased to the point that I knew her hand would just be a blur over her cunt. My own speed was rapidly approaching hers.

"Do you want me to play with your nipples while you cream?" I gasped.

"Oh yes David, anything you want, I'm going to put a finger in now." I heard the sound of her finger moving in and out as she cried, "Can you hear how wet I am? Please touch me just a little so I can come in front of you"

I got to my feet and started to walk over to her when the telephone rang. I glanced at the glowing phone and the caller ID told me that this was an important call. I picked it up.

"Hello?".

"Hello yourself."

"Oh hi Sandy,"

"Are you Ok? It sounds like you're out of breath."

"No, nothings wrong, you caught me, uh working out." I heard a giggle from Gretta as I continued.

"You wouldn't by any chance be working your cock out would you?"

"Um...you must be psychic."

"I must be, is Gretta around?"

"Just a minute, I'll...uh, get her."

I put my hand over the receiver, "It's Sandy, she wants to talk to you."

"Me?" I heard Gretta's panicked whisper as I handed the phone to her..

"Hello? Oh nothing much, we were just uh...talking." 

"So much for keeping secrets" I thought to myself

I heard a giggle from Gretta.

"Well maybe before I walked in, you really have a dirty mind, has anyone ever told you that?"

Another giggle from Gretta and then, "Why I'd love to, thank you very much, I'll plan on it."

"Goodbye then." She handed me the phone back to me, "She wants to talk to you."

"Uh...yes?"

"She thinks she pulled the wool over my eyes, but we both know better don't we?"

"Uh yeah, I guess we do."

"It's making me feel pretty damn salacious just thinking about what you two are working yourselves up to over there. I'll expect a full report later with plenty of specifics but in the mean time, save some for later tonight sport; after all, it's our anniversary and I've got some plans of my own, get it?"

"Yes Bass, I get it" I said lapsing into a deep Creole accent.

"That's the way I like, I like, I like it uh huh, uh huh."

"Glad to please."

"And David?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, see you tonight."

As I talked, sanity returned. When I put the receiver down I heard Gretta's voice from out of the darkness, "Saved by the bell." She sounded relieved. I know I was.

Our excitement hung in the air like an invisible mist you could cut with a knife.

"Maybe you're right. I think I'm going to kick you out and finish what we started like a decent brother. I'm really sorry Gretta, I'm afraid I let things get badly out of hand."

Gretta was silent for a moment and then she said, "If anyone should apologize it ought to be me."

"Nonsense, lets not start blaming ourselves, this is a perfectly natural situation for two people our age to find themselves in."

"If you say so" She sounded uncertain.

"I do say so and now I think I've got some reading to do." I leaned over and switched on my bedside lamp.

"Uh, David."

I paused and looked over at Gretta sitting on the end of my bed. Gretta had pulled her T-shirt on, but it utterly failed to conceal her swollen pussy and only accentuated her stiff and distended nipples. Her inner thighs were wet and shiny and as I stared more fluid ran down one.

"Do you think I could borrow one or two of those magazines you're planning on reading?"

I had slipped of my back robe on but the sash had gotten kicked under the bed somehow.. Without the sash it hung open leaving my rigid cock entirely exposed. At this point I was really beyond minding. I saw her drop her gaze until she openly stared at my aching boner. At the same time I was looking at her red and inflamed cunt. Her hard clit clearly was visible and as I reached into the drawer she tried to pull the shirt over her exposed pussy. Her efforts were useless and I felt that they were pretty halfhearted as well.

In my mind I imagined my beautiful sister lying in her bed fifteen feet away flipping through one of my very nasty books madly rubbing her drenched pussy and I said, "What kind of stories do you like?"

"I don't really know, my roommate had all kinds, what kind have you got?"

I slipped my robe on. As I got to my feet on trembling legs I said, "Just about any kind of story you can imagine come on and you can pick one or two out."

"Do you have any stories where they put a blindfold on a girl and she has to do stuff to a bunch of people?"

"I think so, do you like those kind of stories?"

"Yes, very much."

"Have you ever done anything like that?"

"No, but I've imagined it. I think it would be sexy to be standing in front of a group of people having my boyfriend telling me what to do and describing what the other people were doing."




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 01



"Sandy and I have talked about trying something like that."

"Oh David, that sounds so hot, I can just imagine you telling her what to do."

"Maybe I'll tell you about it after we try it."

"I know I shouldn't be thinking about you and her like that, but today I can't seem to get my mind off this kind of stuff. I feel like I'm going crazy or something"

Needless to say, this conversation was doing little to strengthen my resolve to put an end to this incident. "Well, lets see what I can dig up."

Gretta followed me to my closet silently. I opened the door and flipped on the light. I pulled out a pile of magazines off the shelf and sitting down on the chair put them on my desk and said, "Take a look."

When she bent over to flip through the magazines, I could easily look down the shirt she was wearing. She glanced up at me and saw me staring at her firm little breasts and went back to turning the pages without comment.

As she flipped the pages she said, "It won't bother you that I'm reading these?"

"Does it bother you that I'm looking at your breasts?"

She reddened and then she said, "No, it excites me."

"To be honest, it won't bother me that you're reading them, but it's going to be pretty hard not to think about what you're going to be doing while you read them."

"Will thinking about it excite you?"

"Yes, very much."

"Good" she said, "because knowing that you're over here thinking about what I'm doing and doing the same thing excites me more than I can say."

She stood up and said, "Would you like to see my breasts without the shirt?" When I didn't reply, she pulled it up exposing her hard nipples then pinched one lightly, shivering as she did so. At the same time she slapped lightly at her swollen mound and said, "I'll be thinking of you."

I slapped my cock, spraying droplets onto Gretta's legs and smiled saying, "I'll be thinking about you too, now get out of here before we wind up fucking like a couple of animals."

Pulling the shirt back into place, she grinned back and scooped up three of the magazines. 

"Thank you David."

As she turned to leave, she grasped my shoulders, looked into my eyes and said, "And David, thank you for being strong for both of us." Then she gave me a kiss.

I know she intended it to be a sisterly peck, but as soon as our lips touched, my mouth opened a little and her soft tongue slipped into my mouth and the kiss became passionate. We both broke the kiss at the same time and stepped back from each other.

Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled her breathing was ragged and of course I've already written how excited and aroused we both were even before the kiss. I can only imagine what I looked like.

Lowering her gaze from me, she again stared at my aching cock and said, "If you want, you can come in my room and watch."

"Gretta, I'd better not."

"OK, I guess I'll see you later and David, please don't forget our agreement"

"None of this ever happened," I said, already regretting my decision to remain in my room.

"Remember, amnesia" she said.

"I've already forgotten," I said, taking a last look at her swollen and distended pussy as she turned to leave.

A moment later, the door shut, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I don't really think I need to describe what they were. My stroke books were pretty useless considering what I knew to be taking place in the room across the hall. 

I turned out the lights and lay down to finish myself and drift off to sleep. As I lay in the darkness I imagined Gretta next door, leafing through our books and rubbing her pussy. I know she would be thinking about what I was doing and wishing I was there to cream with her, to spew sperm on her. I imagined this happening and started to stroke my sore and aching cock. I thought I heard a muffled cry, but the soundproofing is pretty good. I'm sure that it was just my imagination.

"Maybe she's doing what I did last time and listening outside my door." I thought to myself, shivering as I did so.

It wouldn't take much to send me over. I caressed myself once or twice and stopped, intending to make this moment last a little longer. I removed my hands from my aching cock and lay there feeling the lust course through me. From the hall I heard a muffled cry. She was standing outside my closed door diddling her swollen and distended cunt; I just knew it.

That was nearly all it took. Unable to control myself I cried out Gretta's name and prepared to let nature take it's course. I felt my rigid member stiffen and contract and stiffen again. I stood on the edge of orgasm, breathlessly waiting for the final spasm and then I began to subside a little.

I continued torturing myself like this for the next few minutes, bringing myself to the brink and then backing off. I heard Gretta cry out once or twice and each time nearly ended it for me. There was no doubt, she was doing it in the hallway.

Finally, I took my final approach and just as I passed the point of no return, there was a gentle knock and the door opened. Gretta stood framed in the dim light from the hall, still wearing that little T-shirt but naked from the waist down. At least I think she was naked. All I could really see of her was her silhouette. There is no doubt in my mind that she was able to see me. The light from the hall provided more than enough illumination.

Shamed and embarrassed, I cried, "Gretta, no!." It was far too late for me to stop. The mortification and disgrace I felt struggled with my excitement as my cock contracted as if it had a mind of its own. Even as I struggled to bring myself under control my cream began to rain down on me. I felt a warm splash against my cheek and another on my neck. I was helpless, unable to stop my unconcerned cock from squirting high into the air as my sister stood in the doorway watching. I closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure course through my body, utterly ashamed of the fact that Gretta was watching me do this.

Suddenly heard a movement next to my bed. There was a rapid sloshing sound accompanied by a low sobbing moan and I felt a splash of warm liquid pouring over my face and neck. I opened my eyes just in time to see Gretta standing next to the bed. She had placed one foot on the bed and had one remaining on the floor. At some point between the time I saw her standing in the door and now, she had removed the shirt she was wearing. Her nipples stood out stiff and rigid and her breasts looked like they had grown a couple of sizes.

My eyes widened as she reached out to try to catch the sperm that rained down from my convulsing dick that continued to spray my cream into the air.

Her hand moved rapidly in and out of her cunt and I could see she had inserted at least three fingers into herself as she shuddered and whimpered, "Me too, I've got to do it too, don't leave me all alone, I've got to-"

She stiffened and a stream of warm liquid arched from her cunt and began to splash against my cock, which was still shooting diminishing jets of cream into the air. For a few seconds I could feel my own sperm showering my body and at the same time Gretta's warm stream pouring over me as well. I stiffened and shuddered with renewed passion. My cock grew absolutely rigid and gave one enormous final spasm. I cried Gretta's name as a huge stream of hot cream arched high into the air landing on Gretta's face, neck and breasts with an audible splashing slap.

Her eyes widened, then she whispered, "You're doing it on me." One hand moved over her breasts smearing my seed as she reached up and pinched a rigid nipple, whimpering as she did so. Her other hand continued to piston in and out of her pussy, the sloshing became much wetter. She sobbed, "Now I'm doing it on you, watch me now, ah yes, feels so nice with you watching me do it for you, on you -- here I go" another stream of liquid cascaded onto my chest. It grew in strength and splashed against my neck. Warm droplets sprayed on my face and cheeks as she groaned, ""David, I'm sorry, but when I saw you doing it. She shuddered and continued - I couldn't help it – I just want to – Let you see me do it too – like I'm doing – right now. Oh here I go again" This time, the liquid splashed against her hand spattering and raining between her legs, running in rivulets down her thighs.

We were both motionless for a few moments, feeling our orgasms subside and the warm afterglow creep through our trembling limbs. Gretta collapsed into a heap on the floor sobbing bitterly.

Without thinking, I pulled her up into the bed and held her as her body was wracked with sobs. "There, there" I said as I pulled her closer, our naked flesh coming into contact, really for the first time. I realized as I held her that we were both coated with our sexual juices and the result of our nearly mutual climax. Our skin slid against each other, lubricated by a generous measure of the warm liquid we had just sprayed on each other.

Through her tears she choked, "You must think I'm a real slut now"

I whispered in her ear, "Never, I'd never think that about you, I love you." Her sobbing intensified, "But not like a sister." I softly reassured her, Yes, I still love you like a sister, we just got carried away, it could have happened to anyone."

"But it happened to us" she sobbed

"That's OK I whispered, pulling her into bed and wrapping my arms around her "we can pretend like it never happened."

She let me cuddle up to her and as her tears subsided I heard her whisper, "Just hold me for a while David." In a moment, we were both sound asleep folded together like a pair of spoons wrapped in my blanket.

I woke up an hour or two later from an incredibly erotic dream. For a minute or two I was half in the dream and half awake, trying to return to the dream, anxious to finish it and yet aware that it was fading away into the mist of my subconscious.

It was one of those incredibly detailed dreams that remain imprinted on the memory long after a return to the waking world. I had been dreaming I was tied to a chair watching Sandra and Gretta masturbate together in front of a mirror. We were in a darkened room lit by many candles and filled with the scent of incense. Despite the fact that I couldn't touch myself and neither Sandy or Gretta was touching me, for some mysterious reason I was very close to orgasm. I don't think either girl was even aware of my presence. Their backs were to me, but I could see them both reflected in the mirror. Gretta was wearing a blindfold. Now and then Sandy would lean over and whisper something in her ear. When she did this, Gretta would do something to herself. Once she slapped her pussy – hard, followed by a light spanking that went on until Sandy leaned over and whispered that she should stop. After another whispered command, she pinched a nipple, shuddering as she did so. Another whisper and she stopped touching herself entirely, standing motionless listening to the sound Sandy's fingers made as she rubbed her cunt feverishly telling Gretta that she was approaching orgasm and then asking her if she should go ahead and cream. Gretta shook her head violently but wordlessly and Sandy stopped, turning to a small table that sat next to the mirror.

Sandy picked up a pair of handcuffs and said, "I've stopped, but I don't trust you. You might make yourself come without permission. Again the wordless shake of her head, but she slipped the cuffs onto Gretta's thin wrists anyway fastening her hands behind her back.

My quivering cock stuck straight out and leaked a steady stream of pre come into a puddle that had been accumulating on the seat of the chair as I watched them both. I knew that pretty soon I my sperm would be spattering on the floor as they continued this erotic game mindless my reaction. 

I tried to speak, but no words would come. I realized that I did not possess the power of speech.

They both returned to the mirror and Sandy began caressing Gretta whispering in her ear. She stood behind Gretta as her hands moved over her body, pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts. It was a minute or two before I realized that despite the handcuffs Gretta was able to touch Sandy's pussy when she was standing close behind her. Sandy was standing on tiptoe to allow her this access, constantly repositioning herself so Gretta could continue to touch her.

For the first time, I allowed my eyes to wander around the room and became aware that we three weren't the only people there. In the shadows, situated not to far from me were a couple, a man and a woman. Like me, they were restrained in chairs. The woman was young, but not as young as Gretta, or Sandy. She had large brown eyes and sandy blonde brown hair. Her skin was very fair and I judged her to be a medium sized girl, perhaps five foot five or six inches tall. She wore wire-rimmed glasses and an oversized man's white shirt buttoned up except for the top two or three buttons and nothing else Although she was wearing a shirt, her breasts seemed to be large and heavy, but firm enough not to sag badly when she wasn't wearing a bra. Obviously this was one of those times. Her face was flushed and it was clear she had been watching both the girls as long as I had with a similar reaction. 

Even though the shirt was unmistakably one or two sizes larger than she was I could clearly see her distended nipples as they poked at the fabric. The shirt was snug across her breasts. As I watched her I could see that she was moving herself in an effort to create friction between the shirt and her very stiff nipples. Her shapely legs were spread as she ground her pelvis helplessly against the smooth seat of the chair. Even from where I sat I could see that it wasn't doing much good. I could hear the squishing sound she was making in her fruitless effort to achieve some sort of gratification. Because of our relative positioning, I couldn't see her pussy even though the shirt had ridden up far enough for me to know that it was exposed.

She seemed to notice me at the same time I noticed her, at first blushing deeply and then flashing me such a look of helpless excitement and passion that my cock jumped an inch or two. She looked at my cock with such impotent hunger that I nearly came right then. I bounced my rigid cock once or twice and it throbbed, slowly discharging a long string of sticky fluid that hung between the tip of my cock and the puddle in the chair a long time. Eventually it parted expanding the growing puddle so it began to drip off the seat of the chair and onto the floor. 

When I looked back at her, she had thrust her pelvis up out of the chair so I could just see the mound of her pussy over the tops of her hands which were restrained to the arms of the wooden chair.. As she returned to a sitting position, the look on her face told me that she had wanted me to see her exposed in this intimate manner.

Her husband or boyfriend was a little taller than she was with dark brown hair that fell in a shock across his face. His broad shoulders and well-developed muscles said either construction worker or weight lifter to me. He wore a blindfold and jockey shorts. The shorts were distended to a ridiculous proportion by the erection they contained. He had reached this state of excitement simply by listening to the sounds Sandy and Gretta were making in the sweetly scented room. He also was fruitlessly thrusting his erection against the tight fabric with about the same fulfillment his wife was getting trying to scrape her nipples against the taunt cotton of her oversized shirt.

I looked at her again and caught her eye. We exchanged frustrated and horny looks. I began bouncing my erection until the drops flying from the tip were spattering the floor in front of my chair and were scattered over my legs chest neck and chin. She responded by raising her pelvis again, this time a little higher. She was trying to give me a better view and she succeeded. Even in the shadow I could see the lubrication shining on her pubic mound and coating the tops of her thighs. After a moment she lowered herself back into the chair and we both resumed watching Sandy and Gretta.

Sandy was no longer in back of Gretta. She had taken her by the arm and was leading her toward the couple. When she reached them, she gently directed Gretta until she stood in front of the man. A whispered command in her ear and she steeped forward until her legs hit his knees. She stopped and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him.

Stepping to the side of his chair, Sandy tugged his jockey shorts down until his cock bounced free. Then she pulled them out of the way and placing her hand on the back of Gretta's head began to guide her toward his cock, now standing free.

There was a flurry of motion next to me and I could see that the girl with the brown hair and large breasts was shaking her head violently.

Sandy stepped in front of her a slight sardonic smile on her face. "Don't like the idea of Gretta here sucking your husbands dick?"

The woman shook her head negatively, hair flying.

"I'll bet you'd rather be doing that, maybe even make Gretta watch instead?"

The woman was nodding 

Sandy stood there a moment as if considering her wished and then smiling sardonically she muttered half to herself, "Too bad for you that you're not in charge."

Sandra walked behind the other man's chair and tipping it back so the two front legs were off the floor, she slowly dragged him around so he was sitting in front of the woman and I. The chair left scratches on the shining hardwood floor and his erect cock bounced as she maneuvered him into place. A fine sheen of sweat stood out on her taunt muscles and her firm breasts bounced as she lowered the legs of his chair back to the ground. Sandy then went around to the woman's chair and simply pushed it the five or six feet that had been separating us until we were sitting side by side. We were so close our arms were touching and I could feel the heat of her body through the sleeves of the thin white cotton shirt. Standing in front of her, Sandy began to unbutton her shirt slowly, speaking as her fingers fumbled with the buttons.

"I guess this can be a real test of how loyal and faithful he really is. I mean, after all, with you sitting right here, he ought to be able to control his desires, isn't that right?"

The brown haired woman stared at her with a pleading expression on her face and then shook her head emphatically. Sandy ignored the supplication and the negative shaking as she continued unbuttoning her shirt and speaking.

"As a matter of fact, I doubt you could control your own impulses and desires right now; just look at the state of you!"

I looked at her closely for the first time. Her face wore an expression of unknowable sorrow and heartbreak. At the same time she was flushed and her lips were reddened and slightly swollen. Her mouth was open and her breathing was ragged I saw that her attention was divided between her husband who sat in front of us, erection sticking straight up and my own raging cock, now nearly close enough for her to touch.

Sandy had finished unbuttoning her shirt and her breasts were exposed for the first time. The nipples were very dark and hard and her areola was swollen as well. Glancing down, I was able to see her cunt for the first time and despite the heavy brown pubic hair that covered it I could see her labia, bright red and swollen, slick and shiny with anticipation and lubrication that continued to flow even as I watched.

Wordlessly Sandy reached down and slipped her finger over her oozing pussy and just grazed the edge of her labia. The woman's reaction was immediate. She promptly spread her legs so wide, I could feel her knees touching mine and thrust her pelvis toward the teasing fingers. Sandy removed her hand swiftly almost before the pathetically aroused woman had a chance to feel it.




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 01



"See what I mean, why he should be expected to be faithful to a slut like you escapes me."

Sandy stepped over to where Gretta still knelt on the floor and had her move, remaining on her knees, in front of the guy's new location she bent over and whispered in Gretta's ear again and my sister leaned down and began to kiss his hard cock. It bounced around as Gretta kissed up and down its length. Beside me, I felt the woman stiffen. 

She was shaking and looking over I watched a single tear run down her cheek and then another; she was crying. Some of the impact of her pain was lost on me because even as she wept silently, she continued to slide herself against the smooth wooden surface of her chair, making wet, sticky sounds as she did. Sandra stood next to her watching the entire scene and lightly slapping her swollen cunt as we both continued to squirm in our respective seats.

In front of us Gretta had progressed to the next stage of my neighbors torture and had slipped her lips over the head of the cock before her and was working herself up and down, taking in a little more each time she slid her lips over his swollen shaft. Gretta's nipples were erect and swollen, pulled into even greater prominence by her hands being cuffed behind her back. As I watched, a single drop of her sweet lubrication feel from between her legs and lay glistening on the shining hardwood floor. Another followed, landing with an almost imperceptible dripping sound, doubling the size of the glistening pool.

Almost against my will, I started to bounce my cock again, aware of my neighbors conflict and pain, but I couldn't help myself. I listened to the sounds Gretta was making, now swallowing nearly three fourths of his stiff cock. I could see the beads of perspiration form on his cheeks and chest as he struggled to stave off orgasm and final evidence of his base animal nature. Standing next to him and rubbing her pussy, Sandy continued to survey all of us as we squirmed in unavailing passion and impotent desire.

Suddenly I felt a warm hand take mine. It took me a second to realize that my neighbor had just enough freedom of movement to be able to do this. In a strange way it was this single gesture that made this dream so erotic, so memorable I can recount it here, nearly word for word.

We sat there, holding hands, this strange woman with tears running down her face as Gretta slid her lips up and down her husband's erect shaft. As her head moved up and down her cunt drooled a steady stream of fluid onto the puddle that was growing between her legs. Every once in a while I would hear a drop fall from the puddle in the seat of my own chair. This sound was punctuated by the slippery sounds my neighbor made as she slid her own swollen cunt against the cool smooth surface of her chair in a fruitless and pathetic effort to obtain some sort of gratification from that unsympathetic surface.

Sandy leaned over and spoke into his ear in a conversational tone. "Your wife is watching you right now my fine fellow and I hate to say it, but your performance is pretty disappointing. She's crying. If you let yourself come, she's liable to think you really don't love her that much after all."

His face contorted under the blindfold and he tried to pull back form the hungry mouth that slid up and down his swollen manhood without mercy.

Stepping over to my neighbor, Sandy spoke in an offhand manner over her shoulder, "But frankly, if you could see how aroused she is, I think you'd be a little dissatisfied with her restraint also."

Lightly slapping my neighbors swollen cunt, you said, "Isn't that right my dear, you'd let someone make you cream right now wouldn't you?"

My neighbor didn't reply. As tears continued to course down her cheeks, she spread her legs and allowed you to continue to lightly spank her aching and swollen pussy. 

Her husband was growing more and more agitated as Gretta's relentless lips slid up and down his cock. It grew slipperier as his semen mixed with Gretta's saliva and his efforts to stave off the inevitable orgasm proved as ineffective as his wife's efforts to hasten her own.

Sandra stopped spanking my neighbor's pussy, stepped back and resumed masturbating as she watched the inescapable conclusion unfolding.

Gretta continued sucking on his hard, slippery cock and as tears streamed from beneath the blindfold, he gave up his fruitless struggle to not climax in front of his wife.

We saw his body grow taunt. I felt the pressure of my neighbors grasp intensify and suddenly we could both hear Gretta swallowing as his tortured cock released its load into her sweet warm mouth. At the same time we both heard a small spattering and watched as a shower of liquid issued from between Gretta's legs running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. All the while Gretta continued to swallow an apparently extensive amount of hot cream. She was not entirely successful. Despite swallowing as fast as she could, the volume overcame her. A string of his sperm dripped from her chin falling to the floor and mixing with the large puddle that continued to expand between her legs as she shuddered and squirted a forceful stream that spattered and splashed as we watched.

I felt the tight grip my neighbor had on my hand loosen a bit and looked over at her. She had closed her eyes and the tears that had stained her face were drying. Her glasses were fogged over and her face had such an expression of bliss and relief that I was dumbstruck. She was shuddering violently and I realized that she too was climaxing. Her breasts, which she had thrust forward were flushed and covered with goose pimples, the nipples standing rigid and erect. I looked down and saw that her pussy was slowly running with cream and as I watched it contract and another flow of cream oozed over the swollen lips of her cunt onto a mound already slick with her excitement. 

At that moment, I felt a movement at my feet. I looked down and Gretta knelt there, preparing to slide her soft lips over my turgid manhood while Sandy guided her efforts, her soft hand on the back of her neck. That's when I woke up.

My eyes flew open in the darkness of my own room. and at once I realized two things, well really three things. First of all, Gretta was still asleep with me. Second of all, I had a relentlessly hard dick, as rigid as a board. It was snuggly trapped between Gretta's thighs. Third of all, I realized that Gretta had guided my hand between her legs against her cunt and was rhythmically squeezing her thighs together creating delightful pressure for both of us.

Apparently she must have been doing this for some time because I was white hot with excitement before my mind had really cleared. I wondered briefly if I was still dreaming. I felt the fingers of her other hand lightly touching under the tip of my cock that just protruded from between her legs. I whispered, "Gretta"

"Hmm?" She said sleepily continuing to squeeze her legs together. I could feel her clit against my hand every time her legs contracted. As if it had a mind of its own my free hand moved to her naked breasts and gently brushed her nipples, first one and then the other. They were hard, like little pencil erasers. Each time I brushed them she shuddered, but made no other response, the squeezing continuing relentlessly.

As I continued to lightly touch her erect nipples, her breathing deepened and the pressure of each squeeze became firmer. I continued doing this for some time and then I began to caress her shoulders and her naked arms. I felt little goose bumps rise on her flesh as I did this. I kept on touching her, my hand continuing up to her neck and for a while I lingered there stroking lightly. Then I touched her face, tracing patterns on her soft cheeks. When my finger reached her lips, I felt her lightly kiss it and then with the tip of her tongue lick it.

As soon as her tongue touched my finger, I felt a small cascade of fluid gush from her already slippery cunt and realized that for some reason this excited her. I gently slipped my finger in her mouth and she immediately started to suck on it. Another rush of sweet liquid warmed my fingers and the pressure and intensity of the squeezing doubled.

Moving my trapped hand only slightly, I was able to touch Gretta's rigid clit directly. Even in this cramped space I was able to flick it back and forth. I did this once or twice and instantaneously sent her over the edge. Gretta shuddered and began to cream in earnest on the trapped hand, her breathing, now a tortured rasp as she continued sucking my finger and shaking in silent, unacknowledged orgasm. I felt a strong gush of fluid against my hand as her orgasm overtook her. I could hear it even as I felt it spatter against my trapped hand. Her stiff little clit now a rubbery little penis standing rigidly erect swimming in the cream that continued to gush from her contracting pussy running over my fingers and dripping onto the sheet.

She wasn't doing it alone. At the same time she was desperately creaming herself, my cock was squirting my own warm cream over the fingers of her hand in leisurely pulses. I could hear each jet spattering on the bed until she covered the tip with her hand capturing my ejaculation and letting it spill over her palm and through her fingers to run down her leg in a warm stream.

We held each other shuddering in diminishing passion until the soft afterglow swept us back to sleep amid the tangled and damp wreckage of my bed.

I woke up an hour or so later and gingerly climbed out of bed showered and went out on the couch to finish off my nap. When I woke again, it was late afternoon and Gretta was nowhere to be seen.

For a moment I just rested looking at the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window and then the gravity of our behavior began to dawn on me. As I was occupied with these dark thoughts, Gretta breezed into the room as if nothing had happened and said, "Have you taken to sleeping out here? I know the couch is comfortable, but you've got a bed you know."

She left the room without a backward glance and came in with coffee a few moments later. Looking directly at her for the first time, I said, "Gretta, about this afternoon.."

"What about it?" She said unconcernedly, "I mean, David, it's your apartment and if you want to sleep on the couch, that's your business."

I was thunderstruck. Apparently she was taking the not talking about it thing seriously. I played along. As she was leaving, I went to kiss her and she offered me a cheek upon which I deposited a brotherly peck.

"What's that for? She asked quizzically.

"I'm just glad you're my sister." I said

"I'm glad you're my brother too, but I've got to run, I'll see you tonight."

She dashed out the door leaving me standing in a silent apartment.

When I went back in my room, the bed was made and I couldn't tell if the sheets had been changed or not I ran to the laundry hamper to see if there was an extra set of sheets there, but it was empty.

I stood thinking for a minute and went to check my stash of erotic reading material and three books were missing. "Family Love", "Perverted Stories" and "Erotic Letters."

I'm ashamed to admit that I went through some of Gretta's room and they weren't there, at least where I could find them. Her bed was also made.

Here's my question. Did this really happen? Did I just have the world's most erotic dream or am I going crazy? You tell me.

I was shaking my head as I went downstairs to celebrate our anniversary

JUST OFF COASTAL HIGHWAY 101, 40 MILES NORTH OF SAN-FRANCISCO

An hour later I was driving along the coast highway relishing the wild and beautiful drive along the Pacific.

While I've got the mansion in the sky, Sandy has the house on the beach. It's not quite as luxurious as mine is, but on the other hand she owns it free and clear; not a little thing for a twenty-four year old. It's white stucco Spanish style three bedroom home that sits about twenty feet above the water on a nice flat piece of land, not perched on a hill like many Northern California homes. The home is both mudslide and earthquake proof.

At six that evening I drove up the cobbled drive to Sandy's semi-secluded home and parked my car. I had decided that a tuxedo was overkill and had worn a dark suit. It turned out I was right on the money.

Sandy greeted me at the door wearing the proverbial little black dress. Susan, she said was still dressing.

Now Sandy always is stunning, but tonight she was exceptional. Her flawless complexion was set off by the dark dress. Her neckline didn't exactly plunge, rather it dipped fetchingly showing the tops of her extraordinary breasts to such an advantage it nearly took my breath away. Her hemline hovered somewhere between modest and "Hey look at me!" I looked and as usual I liked what I was seeing. As usual she wore flats that accentuated her diminutive stature.

She was delighted with the diamond studs I brought with me and put them on without hesitation. They added the final touch to her ensemble. 

Of course I had the thing that I felt would really add the final touch. In my pocket I carried a small black velvet box containing a ring that had made a considerable dent in my financial life. I had decided that tonight was the night. I was going to ask Sandy to marry me. I felt a tingle of terror combined with a rush of pure excitement every time I thought about it. I'd decided that If Susan was with us tonight, well all the better. "The more the merrier." I thought to myself.

Sandy had just finished putting the last stud in when Susan came into the room. She too was wearing a dark evening dress and while her hemline ended just above the knee, her neckline did plunge revealing a delightful portion of her anatomy without appearing tacky. Unlike her sister she had absolutely no compunction about wearing the classic ""come fuck me"" pumps which added a couple of inches to her height and caused her to jiggle agreeably when she walked. Smiling she extended her hand saying, "I don't think we've been introduced properly." 

Sandy stepped up to us saying, "Susan, this is David, David, this is my sister Susan."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise, I'm sure."

The door chimes interrupted our conversation.

"I wonder who that could be?" Sandy said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Excuse me for a moment both of you."

Sandy reappeared with a couple I had never met. The fellow was rather nondescript, but the girl was practically a carbon copy of Sandy except taller. Her jet-black hair was cut in a straight line at her naked white shoulders. Her deep brown eyes shone with good humor, but somewhere back there was a sparkle that capered with the gentle radiance of piercing intelligence. The dark formal evening dress she wore showed more than a hint of the tops of her lovely breasts. They were set off with a diamond pendant that sparkled and shone in the slight shadow her cleavage cast between them. 

I heard Susan shout "Richard!" and felt a rush of air as she ran past me and flung herself in the man's arms.

Smiling, Sandy stepped to my side and took my hand.

"Please allow me to introduce my step brother Richard and his girlfriend Amy."

Susan unwrapped herself from Richard and allowed me to shake his hand and then Amy's.

Susan was looking at Sandy with adoration. "I might have known..." she began.

"Happy Birthday" Sandy replied, "I know it's been years since we've gotten together and we've got a lot to celebrate besides just your Birthday. At this point she gave me a meaningful glance. I wondered if she suspected my intentions. Before I had the chance to dig for information, she turned away and began mixing drinks for the group.

"Do you think that's wise?" I asked, "If we're going out tonight should we start drinking before we even leave?"

Sandy stopped rattling ice cubes long enough to look up with a bemused expression.

"Don't worry, it's all taken care of."

We stood in the living room making small talk for a little while when the chimes rang again. Sandy disappeared again and when she returned, my sister Gretta was with her and also dressed to kill. Her long blonde hair hung down in a simple braid that reached past her waist and she was wearing the ubiquitous little black dress. If Susan's dress plunged, Gretta's was doing a nosedive with a neckline that dropped nearly to her navel. It struck me that her slender build might not make her a very good fertility goddess, but fashion wise; she had a lot going for her. This skirt was short too. Not flashy short, but short enough to force a man ogling her to make some hard choices.

Sandy had taken her by the arm and was steering her toward the bar. As she passed me she glanced at my face and then blushed. The blush spoke volumes, I believe she actually did remember what I think happened earlier this afternoon, but I doubt she would admit it to me.

"I'm sorry the invitation came so late, but I wanted to ensure total secrecy and I know how close you and David are."

"That's quite all right, there aren't many girls who would invite the sister to an anniversary dinner...or the other thing."

"Well, we are an unusual family."

Sandy gave Gretta a piercing glance and raised a finger to her lips and Gretta nodded in return.

While Sandy introduced Gretta all around I wondered what the hell was going on. Clearly there was a big secret afoot that everyone except me seemed to know. The door chime interrupted my musings.

"David, would you please get that?"

At first I thought the police were at the door, but after a moment I realized that fellow standing on the porch was some kind of chauffeur. My suspicions were confirmed when he spoke up.

Your limousine is here" and handing me a card he continued, "Just call me when you're ready to depart."

I walked back into the living room in a daze. "There's a guy out front who say's we've ordered a limousine. If he's on the clock I guess we'd better get a move on"

"Don't worry about it" Sandy said with a careless wave of her hand, "the car is ours for as long as we want it. You can all finish your drinks, but don't gulp, I've got to make a couple of calls." With this she disappeared into another room.

In her absence I listened to the small talk and learned that Amy and Richard lived in Denver Colorado where Amy was attending post graduate school and Richard wrote for one of the local papers. It turned out that everyone ion the group was meeting Amy for the first time as well as Gretta and I.

Sandy reentered the room saying, "We're ok to go if everyone's ready." We all were. Our chauffeur stood beside the open door and helped us into the commodious seating area. I sunk into plush softness and wondered where we were going.

Sandy of course was not forthcoming. When I asked, she just smiled mysteriously and began pouring drinks.

"I hope you're not trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me." I joked. Sandy, again, just smiled. Gretta and Amy had struck up a conversation and were talking animatedly. Susan and Richard were likewise absorbed. Sandy leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Happy Anniversary David, I thought is was about time for you to meet some of my family and...also time for them to meet you."

I looked into her eyes and said, "I'm glad you feel like this, I hope you feel this way...forever."

She didn't say anything for a minute and then slowly nodded.

"That's what tonight's about David."

"Forever?"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked uneasily.

"It all depends on you." She said, flashing that mysterious smile again, the passing lights reflecting on her flawless skin. I felt a pang of love that warmed me to my very core. She took my hand and we sat in contented silence sipping our drinks as the city lights slid by the window.




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 01



Fifteen minutes later we pulled up at the Four Seasons where there were reservations for dinner.

Now I'm not going to spend the next six paragraphs describing dinner except to say that it was superlative. If you've eaten at a five-star restaurant you know how we spent a wonderful couple of hours. If you haven't, no amount of descriptive prose can possibly describe the delightful culinary experience such a meal entails.

Desert was finished and we were all pleasantly stuffed. I was working up my courage and had actually reached into my pocket to grasp the black velvet box when I heard the sound of a fork ringing on a crystal wineglass. Sandy was tapping the fork against the glass and continued doing so until all conversation around the table had ceased. We all looked at her in expectant silence.

"I have an announcement to make and I wanted you all here to share in it."

Sandy stood up from the table and reaching into her small black handbag removed two small packages. She handed the smallest to me saying "I never thought I'd find the perfect guy, but it appears I have, David, would you marry me?"

Inside the box was a plain platinum engagement band.

"I...uh I..."

"He has this speech impediment," Sandy said to no one in particular.

"I...can't believe you've upstaged me" I said reaching into my pocket and extracting the little velvet box which I handed to her. "Does this answer your question?"

The subdued lights flashed and flickered off the obscenely large stone topping the engagement ring.

"Why David, this is positively vulgar." Sandy said in delight slipping it onto her finger, "I love it...and I love you...but there's one more thing." She handed me the other package she'd been holding, a small flat black box.

I opened it. Inside what appeared top be a small gold credit card was set in a velvet-lined case. It clearly wasn't a credit card as there were no numbers or dates. Where the card logo would normally appear was a holographic photo of me. Where the card information was usually printed was instead this admonition, 

Achieve distinction

Love many with Integrity 

Live impeccably for yourself

Below this were four interwoven symbols. The symbol for a man linked with another man, which in turn was linked with a woman, which was also linked to another woman. I turned the card over. My name was printed on the backside above a magnetic strip.

I looked up questioningly.

"Congratulations David you are now a member of "Eros", most exclusive sexual fellowship on earth."

"I've never heard of it" I said.

"Well, not many people have. It stands for the Erotically Responsive Organization of Sexuality. They're pretty low-key, and membership is by invitation only. I'd heard rumors, but until a couple of months ago, I wasn't sure it was real."

"What happened?"

"Someone asked me to join."

"Did you?"

Not alone; we've both joined. They finished the background checks and personality screening about a month ago and then we had to be approved by a 95% vote of the membership."

"How many members are there?"

"They don't really share that, but many thousands of people belong all over the world."

"What kind of tests did you say I passed?"

"Remember that personality quiz I e-mailed you a couple of months ago?"

"Yes...about twenty pages of quiz" I said ruefully.

"They do extensive screening of their members. No member is admitted who has been convicted of a crime involving a child or violence. No member is admitted who is even suspected of harboring what they consider unacceptable sexual appetites.

'Such as...?"

"Pedophilia for one. They frown on bestiality and real sexual violence like rape and stalking, but besides that they're pretty open-minded. Along with personality screening they do an Interpol check as well as a cross check with all the states."

"But some criminals are admitted?"

"Some, they'd have to throw out half of the Washington membership if no criminals were allowed not to mention political criminals in other countries. They want to keep it interesting but they also want to keep the riff-raff out."

I looked around the table and everyone seemed to be tracking with what Sandy was saying except Gretta who looked a little shell-shocked.

"Are you all members of this...club?" she asked in a small voice. Immediately everyone at the table shook their heads except for Sandy...and of course me.

"Nope" Sandy said, David and I are the first, but after the initial year, we're permitted to invite one person a year into the fellowship and in the mean time we can bring guests.

"How many?" Amy asked with a libidinous sparkle in her eye.

"Two per member, which, if my arithmetic is correct should cover all of us. We do however have a Doctor of Mathematics with us, Gretta, am I right?"

"Um...yes." Gretta muttered. "But I'm a little worried about what I'm getting into here."

"Don't be" Sandy said, "It's an exclusive club and if at any time you become uneasy there's a lounge and other activities up front that you can enjoy. If you want you can leave right now and the Limousine will take you right home."

At this point Amy spoke up. "Come on Gretta, Live a little."

"Well...ok, sure" Gretta said, not looking ok or sure at all.

At this point, Sandy looked at Gretta and asked, "Do you want to go home girlfriend?"

Looking disconsolate, Gretta nodded. " just have a lot to think about right now and I don't know if this is right for me or not."

"I understand" Sandy said gently, "When we get to the club, just stay in the car and have the driver take you home."

"You're sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not, we'll invite you again...if you want."

"Thanks everyone and David and Sandy, congratulations, I love you both."

Fifteen minutes later everyone except Gretta was getting out of the car in front of a nondescript building.

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BE SURE TO WATCH FOR

 [Chapter 5 Part 2 – A secret revealed] 

COMING IN A FEW DAYS

Thanks for your patience!



The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 02



Sandy and I arrived back at the apartment long before dawn. The festivities at Eros had turned out to be somewhat of a disappointment. 

We all had a tour and an orientation but it turned out that the guests couldn’t really participate until a background check and blood tests had been done. As the girl giving the tour had explained somewhat apologetically, "“When an organization is involved in providing services like ours liability is a major concern, we have to insist anyone coming to the gatherings isn’t positive for STDs or wanted by the police.”

We nodded our understanding but our disappointment was obvious.

Susan and Amy had way too much to drink so we had returned them home along with Rick who promised to put them to bed. After dismissing the limousine and driver, Sandy and I returned to the apartment for a nightcap. I guess morning cap would have a more accurate term because it was long past midnight when we got there. We had decided to do a sauna and a soak in the hot tub before retiring for the night.

Inside the apartment it was dark and quiet. Gretta’s door was closed and I went into the kitchen to put a snack tray and drinks together.

When I returned to the living room, Sandy was sitting on the couch looking very fetching indeed.

“Why did Gretta leave so suddenly” I wondered out loud.

“No mystery there, she had a hot date.”

Gretta?”

“Yeah, with some guy she works with…Tommy or Billy or something. I doubt she’s even here…if it worked out.”

We both heard Gretta’s door open and then the bathroom door shut.

Sandy shot me a wry glance, “Well I guess it didn’t work out all that great.”

Sandy stood up. I looked up at her. “What’s up?”

“Shhhh, Gretta just went to the bathroom…”

“So what?”

“Let’s see what she’s been doing all night.”

“Sandy” I began.

“Come on…don’t be a homo!”

I let myself be dragged down the hall and into the open door of Gretta’s room.

Sandy stopped grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. “I just want to see something.” Gretta’s bed was unmade but the blanket had been pulled up. Sandy quickly walked to her bed and pulled the blanket down. “Just as I thought” she murmured.

Spread across the sheet were several of our stroke magazines and a small vibrator. As quickly as she had pulled the blanket down, she replaced it and ran back to the door. “Come on!” she hissed, let’s not wait for Gretta…”

There was no sign of Gretta in the hall and we returned to the living room. Looking at Sandy I whispered, “What the hell was all that about?”

The door to the bathroom opened and we heard Gretta returning to her room.

“Sandy…?”

“Did you see the titles of all those magazines?” Sandy whispered.

“No, you only had the blanked pulled down for a second.”

“Let’s see” Sandy said, ticking the titles off on the fingers of her hand, “Family Love, Taboo Stories, Brother’s and Sister’s…are you seeing a pattern here?”

A slow flush colored my face as I muttered, “Gretta’s been…”

Sandy completed my sentence for me, “Imagining what we were doing at the club…and imagining what she wishes she had the courage to…do with us.”

“You think?” I said rather doubtfully.

“Does the Pope wear a pointed hat?”

“I don’t know…fantasy and real life are sometimes pretty far apart.”

Sandy snickered, “Boy are you an easy mark, not only has she spent the night imagining this stuff, but she’s obviously put some pretty serious mileage on that little vibrator of hers.”

“And how would you know that?”

“I guess you didn’t see the old batteries in her trash can along with the plastic wrappers for a new set?”

“I must confess you’re to quick for most normal people, I didn’t see any of that.”

“It’s a good thing you’re a writer, You’ll never make it as a detective.”

“So what’s the point?”

“Nothing except, I’m not buying off on that little miss modesty act of hers, she’s…ready for a new experience.”

“And you propose we give it to her?”

“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but do you remember last week when you were out of town and I slept over here for a couple of nights?”

“Yeah?”

“Well…I did a little home improvement I think you’ll appreciate.”

“Home improvement?”

“Never mind, it’s technical…and you’ll see what I’m talking about later.”

“Sandy” I said, mustering my most piercing glower, “What are you up to?”

She looked at me, the very picture of innocence and replied, “You could screw up a wet dream.”

“I just want to know what kind of sick perverted scheme you’ve been working on.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

Then wait and see.”

I kissed Sandy on the cheek saying, “You, my dear, are a serious pervert.”

“You still have no idea.”

“I don’t?”

“Nope, but you’re about to find out. Say, where do you keep the really big towels?”

I grabbed a couple from the closet and we both stripped off our evening clothes and wrapped up in enormous terrycloth towels.

“Let’s sauna!” Sandy said and walked out the door.

Five minutes later we were wrapped in towels sitting in stifling heat on the wooden benches of the sauna. 

The intense heat made conversation difficult. We mostly sat in silence as sweat streamed down our respective faces until Sandy, obviously having had enough of the stifling heat got up off her bench. Looking over her shoulder, she asked, “You coming?”

In the case of our hot tub, lukewarm tub might be a more accurate description. While it may be relaxing to soak in a tub of nearly boiling water, I liked long soaks. 

We soaked for a few minutes and then I asked Sandy, “What was that little box that Amy gave you just before we left?”

“Ah, that.” Sandy murmured.

“Yeah that, what was it?”

“It was an audio tape Amy wanted us to listen to…do you want to hear it?”

“I don’t know, what’s it about?”

“I’m not positive, but Amy said we should listen to it naked in bed.”

I got out of the water and reached for a towel, “What’re we waiting for?”

Sandy followed suit saying, “I think we’ll both enjoy this, just a couple of things…”

“And those are?” I said drying myself vigorously. “I want you to take those sexually enhancing pills before we go in to listen…”

“And…?”

“No jacking off or cumming while we’re listening…I’d like to try for a worlds record when you finally…get relief.”

“Fair enough…but what are you really up to?”

“I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”

Five minutes later we were both under the covers naked listening to the hiss of audio tape playing quietly from the speakers of the stereo in my room. Amy’s voice began speaking as we listened in the semi-darkened room.

“I was raised in a really conservative family. No one ever talked about sex and by the time we all were in high school, I think we were really all in crisis mode.”

“We all lived out of town on a farm, so in addition to being jammed in with my sisters and brothers we were all fairly isolated.”

“I slept in a bunk bed. My younger sister slept on top and my older sister Lisa slept on a couch bed across the room. Our two brothers slept across the hall.

“Even living in that close a quarters we were extremely modest. We dressed and undressed in the bathroom down the hall and we girls always wore pajamas to bed. The boys were the same way.”

“When we got into high school, it got pretty uncomfortable around there. I mean what do you do when you’re horny about twenty four hours a day and you don’t know what to do about it…or have anyone you can talk to about it?”

“Anyway…our parents decided to take a cruise for their twentieth wedding anniversary. They didn’t want to leave us alone…so they called up my aunt and uncle and had our cousins Rebecca and Stewart watch us for the two weeks they were planning on being gone.”

“I remember being really pissed because Rebecca was only a year older than I was, but because she’d graduated a year early she was going to start college in the fall. Her brother Stewart was a couple of years older than that, about Lisa’s age. If Lisa hadn’t been off working at a summer camp I’m sure our parents would have had her watch us and none of this might have happened”

“Anyway…Rebecca and Stewart came to stay for a couple of weeks and mom and dad went off on their cruise. It was the middle of summer so we were all bored to death. One hot afternoon my twin brother and I decided to go down to the pond for a swim. My sister saw us getting ready and asked to come along. I said, “sure” and we got into our swimming suits and off we went.”

“We had just come up over the rise where the pond was when we heard low voices from the woods ringing the pond. Wondering if the boys had decided to take a swim also, Heather and I stopped and listened. I could hear Rebecca and Stewart talking.”

“I put a finger to my lips and whispered to Heather and Jim, “Let’s sneak up on them”.”

“We crept through the underbrush taking care to move quietly until at last we came to the clearing in the woods where they were. We were both totally unprepared for the sight that greeted our eyes.”

“They were both standing in the clearing kissing each other passionately. Stewart’s pants were lowered to his ankles. Rebecca was touching his penis, which was very hard and apparently slippery because we could hear the sound her hand made as it moved back and forth.

Stewart’s hand was lost in the folds of her sundress, apparently doing the same thing to her. I noticed that the top of her dress had come unbuttoned exposing a great deal of her cleavage.” 

“As we watched in stunned silence we heard her whisper, “Watch out here I come” and then stiffen and shudder in his arms. Stewart didn’t say anything but a moment later began to squirt great streams of white stuff from out of his penis onto the ground.”

“When I turned to look at Heather and my brother, their faces were a study of stunned amazement. I must have looked the same. Wordlessly we backtracked until we were in another area of the woods far enough to speak without fear of discovery.”

“I spread my towel out on the ground and sat on it. Heather did the same. For some reason Jim was sitting with his towel over his lap. After a while Heather said, “Is that what people do when they’re married?”

“Maybe” I replied, “But they’re not married, they’re brothers and sisters – like us.”

Stretching out on my stomach on the towel I asked Jim, “What do you think they were doing…I mean I can tell they were kissing and touching each other…but…” I trailed off

“I’m not sure…about what you’d call it…but she was playing with him…when he was…excited.”

“What do you mean?” Heather who had also flopped down on her stomach “and why do you have that towel wrapped around you like that?”

“Jim blushed furiously. “Excited, like uh aroused…sometimes guys get like that especially in the morning or after a real sexy dream…or I guess after they see something really sexy”.”

“Is that why you’ve got the towel…around you like that?”

Jim didn’t say anything but continued blushing bright red.

Both Heather and I had been sort of unconsciously moving our bodies against the ground and I realized that watching this had made me feel like I sometimes did in the shower when I lathered my body all over. Now I was the one who was blushing as I stopped and sat up. My entire body was tingling and I could feel my lips of my vagina move against one another in a slippery and totally distracting fashion. I looked over at Heather who was still rubbing against the ground and realized that she had part of the towel bunched up against her pelvis, which she was moving in slow circles. Her eyes were closed and her face was slightly flushed.

Jim was watching her as well. To take his mind off of what Heather was unconsciously doing right in front of both of us I asked him, “What do you do when you wake up…like that?”

“Uh…mostly wait for it to go away.”

Heather must have realized what she had been doing because she scrambled to her feet and stood regarding us both inconclusively for a moment and then sat back down Indian fashion on her towel blushing tempestuously as she did so. 

We sat in silence for a moment and then Heather asked, “Do you ever…do anything else?”

Before Jim could answer I interjected, “What should we do about Rebecca and Stewart?”

Jim and Heather both looked at me in puzzlement. Finally Jim asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well” I said with more than a little bit of self-righteousness, “Do we tell someone about what they’re doing out here…or just ignore it?”

“Neither” Jim said. “We really don’t know how far they’re going and we’d better be sure that this wasn’t a one time kind of thing.”

“So what do we do?” I asked again.

“I think we ought to keep an eye on them…and make sure we know that they’re really doing something wrong before we…tell on them.”

I considered what Jim was saying for a moment and then said, “OK, suppose we watch them and they aren’t doing anything. This is the only incident we see between them, what do we do then?”

“I guess we don’t do anything.” Heather said, “After all, we aren’t perfect either.”

“Should we tell anyone else?” I asked.

“No” Jim said, we’re the oldest kids here right now, I guess it’s up to us to come to a decision.”

“OK” I said, you Heather and I will watch them and if one of us sees them sneaking off together…”

“We’ll get the other two and follow them”. Heather said.

“OK then, it’s decided I said.

I got to my feet gathering my towel up. Heather and Jim followed suit. I noticed that Jim still had his towel wrapped around his waist but I didn’t comment on this. If he wanted a towel wrapped around him, I guess this was up to him. About half way back home he took it off and slung it over his shoulder.

“Anyway that’s how it started….”

Looking over at Sandy I said, “This is pretty cool.”

Sandy regarded the bulge beginning to grow under the blanket, smiled and said, “Yeah, just remember…no jacking off until…”

“You can count on me.” We returned our attention to Amy’s voice on the tape.

“We got back to the house and all went our separate ways…but we didn’t have long to wait until Rebecca and Stewart tried to slip away again. As a matter of fact…later the same night…Heather and I had just been in bed for about an hour…but I’m getting ahead of myself”

After we got back to the house I went to take a long shower. The events I had witnessed had left me feeling unsettled and with an unaccustomed sense of stirring which I couldn’t really describe except to say I wanted some time alone to think.

As I showered I lathered myself all over and rinsed repeatedly. The more I thought about the incident, the more I tingled with feelings that I didn’t really know how to deal with. I don’t know what the outcome of this would have been but the warm water ran out. Later I discovered that we all three were taking showers. Me in the girls bathroom, Jim in the boys and Heather using our parents shower, normally forbidden to us but now accessible because they were out of town.

Together we drained a 150-gallon hot water tank in about 20 minutes. We ate dinner, watched a little TYV and then turned in to bed.

Now most of our pajamas were very conservative cotton numbers, but Heather and I both had a couple of sets our parents had purchased specifically to wear on very hot summer nights. They certainly weren’t anything approaching skimpy but they were light cotton tops and panties. We were both wearing these as we lie in bed talking.

Heather shifted her weight in the top bunk and then whispered down to me, “When do you think they’ll try it again?”

“I don’t know.” I whispered back, “but I felt really weird all day.”

“Really? So did I.”

“How so?”

“It’s really hard to describe…like gooey inside…ready to jump out of my skin.”

“That’s incredible!” I said speaking out loud for the first time, “I felt exactly the same way, I thought a shower would help…but it didn’t.”

“Amy?” Heather whispered, when you took your shower did you…?”

“What?”

“Uh…touch yourself?”

“No” I hissed back, “Well not really…I just…kind of…stood under the water and…thought about things. Why are you asking…did you…do that…touching?”

“No, not really, but I thought about it and when I washed…you know…down there… I thought about Rebecca and Stewart.”

“So did I…as a matter of fact…I’m thinking about them right now.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment and then she whispered "I am too."

We didn’t say anything for a little while. I was tingling all over and felt all loose and slippery inside. Without saying anything to Heather I slipped one hand down inside of my panties and slipped one finger against myself. I was very slippery and when my finger brushed against my clitoris I felt a sensation that almost made me cry out. I hurriedly removed my hand and whispered up to Heather, “Between your legs…is your…pussy…wet?”

There was a minute silence and then she whispered back, “Yes…it is.” Then somewhat more urgently, “Is yours…wet too?”

“Yeah, it really is.”

Here is what amazed me. When I whispered back that I was really wet, I felt myself get wetter as I was speaking.

“Is talking about this making you wetter?” I asked.

“I think I’ve been like this since this afternoon.” She hissed back, “But in reply to your question, talking about it is definitely making me wetter.”

A minute or two passed and then working up my courage I asked, “Heather?”

“Yeah?”

“When you checked to see if you were getting wetter, did you touch…your clitoris…at all?”

“I’ve been touching it…on and off…since we started talking.”

“I…just touched it once…a little while ago.”

I heard her intake of breath and then she whispered, “I…I’m touching it right now…I can’t seem to stop.”

My own hand returned to my pussy and began to gingerly touch myself.

Heather’s voice came out of the darkness, Amy…?”

“I’m doing it too…the more I do…”

“I know…the better it feels…but shouldn’t we not be…?”

“Uh…doing this?” I said as my finger began to describe small circles around the rigid little nub.

“Yeah” she said, “I don’t think we should…be playing…like this.”

My fingers moved faster despite my best intentions, “Have you stopped?” I gasped.

“No, I can’t seem to stop…doing this, but we’d…”

Pulling my hand away from my swollen and aching puss, I whispered up, “OK, OK, I’m not doing it…”

Above me I could hear that she was still rubbing and I could smell the aroma of her increasing arousal as she whispered desperately, “I’m going to stop in just a second…don’t start again…I’m…stopping…really”

Our conversation was cut short by a gentle rapping at our door. I jumped out of bed and opened the door. Jim stood in the darkened hall wearing a T-shirt and jockey shorts.

“They just left, tell Heather to hurry up so we don’t loose them.”

Behind me I heard Heather climb out of her bunk and we followed Jim down the hall and out into the night.

A full moon washed the front yard making the scene sort of unreal as off in the distance dry lighting flashed soundlessly. We walked down the driveway for a couple hundred feet and then stopped. I felt strange to be walking around in so little and feeling so…well, I guess buzzed is a good word to describe how I was feeling. I still felt all tingly and flighty and as I walked I could feel my vaginal lips slide against one another. Looking over at Heather I could guess that she was feeling about the same way. She was flushed and breathing a little harder than our brief walk should have caused her to.

As soon as we stopped Jim whispered, “I think they headed off to the pond”. We headed down that path. Sure enough as soon as we topped the rise we saw a faint light off in the woods.

Once again we crept silently up on them until we were close enough to see and hear them.

They sat in the same clearing. They had carried a couple of folding chairs out and sat them up. Rebecca sitting on the ground however. She was wearing the same sundress except it was buttoned up and covered her legs which she had curled under her as she sat and watched Stewart smoke a cigarette. Steward was wearing the same jeans and T-shirt he had been wearing, well not exactly wearing earlier. I guess he had the same clothes on that he had with him earlier. A small propane lantern lit the clearing. Stewart took a deep drag and tossed his butt away and said,




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 02



“I thought they’d never get to sleep.”

Rebecca leaned back and said, “I checked on everyone before I left, they were all sawing logs.”

“So we’re alone?”

“About as alone as two people can get.” She began to languidly unbutton the top of her dress.

“Tonight…” Stewart began.

“We can take our time” Rebecca said finishing his sentence for him. Her dress slipped off her slender shoulders exposing the dark cleft between her breasts and enough of the tops to make Jim take his breath in sharply. I glared at him and turned back to watch.

“Stewart?”

“Yes?”

“After our quickie, how many times did you jack off alone?”

Stewart paused and then said, “Only once.”

“Well, that’s one more time than I got off, I guess you know what that means?”

“I guess I do” he muttered. I couldn’t help but notice a healthy bulge was developing in his jeans as he and his sister were having this conversation.

Rebecca stood up and let the sun dress slide off entirely. It floated to the ground around her legs like a yellow cloud. All she was wearing was a pair of white cotton panties. She stepped in front of her brother saying, “Even Stephen, look but don’t touch…me or you.” With these words she began to tease her nipples with both hands as Stewart looked on with increasing excitement and judging from the growing bulge in his pants a certain degree of frustration.

She stood there caressing herself for a little while and then slipped a hand into her panties.

“Stewart?”

“Uh…yeah?”

“Do you want to take your pants off while you watch me play with my cunt?”

Swallowing hard, he nodded. “Yeah…” and got to his feet unbuckling his pants as he did so. He slid them off and sat down in one of the folding chairs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock stuck straight up as he sat down.

Rebecca pulled the other chair in front of him and sat down leaving her panties on. She leaned back and resumed playing with herself and put one foot in her brothers lap and started to touch his dick with her bare foot. Placing her other foot on the arm of his chair she panted breathlessly, “You know what I want.”

As we looked on in utter disbelief Stewart lifted her other foot to his face and began to kiss her toes and the underside of her foot as she breathed, “Yeah, that’s it, keep doing that.” As the hand in her panties moved faster and faster she hissed, “I need more room, help me.” Stewart leaned toward her and began to pull her panties down as she scooted around to accommodate this. As soon as her panties were pulled a little ways down her legs he resumed kissing her foot while she bounced his cock this way and that with the other foot.

Suddenly she disengaged from her brother and stood up in front of him. She yanked the panties down and kicked them off to the edge of the clearing and began slapping her pussy…hard.

“You like seeing that don’t you Stewart” she said breathlessly. He nodded.

“You like seeing me punish my cunt…like this” she began slapping it even harder. “You like that don’t you…you nasty sister watcher.”

Leaning over she drew back her hand, obviously intending to slap his erect member. Seeing what she was about to do he cried, “Becca, no!” but it was too late and the slap landed hard on his dick.

“Go ahead you nasty little boy” Rebecca grunted, “I’m gonna do it anyway…right now.” and she slapped her pussy one final time and then stood in the lantern light and began to tremble.

As we watched Stewart’s cock began to jerk. He thrust his pelvis into the air where his cock continued bouncing up and down. A long stream of fluid drooled out of the tip and began to leak onto his legs and the ground. 

Suddenly liquid began to issue from Rebecca’s cunt spattering on the ground in front of her brother. As we watched in fascination, the stream grew stronger arching out from her and onto her brother’s legs. She moved one step closer to him and it was hitting his cock directly.

As soon as this happened his cock stood straight up and ejected a gob of cream high into the air that landed across Rebecca’s breasts. This was followed by jet after jet of cream that landed everywhere on both of them and rained down around them as well.


As we backed away in disbelief they were still spraying their cream on each other in admittedly diminishing streams and spurts.

We went to the hiding place we had found earlier in the day almost in a trance. As I walked I noticed that my initial wetness now extended to my thighs which the night air cooled as we walked. Every inch of my body tingled and I could feel my nipples scraping the soft cotton material of my top. 

Our little clearing was awash in bright moonlight and for the first time since we had left the driveway I really looked at my brother and sister as they stood there expressions of shocked disbelief pasted on their faces like circus posters on a blank wall.

I noticed right away that watching Rebecca and Stewart had a similar effect on Heather as it had on me. I could clearly see her distended nipples under her simple cotton top and noted with dismay that her thighs were shiny and wet. Somehow the three buttons on her top had come undone and while this didn’t expose anything except the top of a little cleavage it made her look…well…unrespectable.

Then I turned and looked at Jim. From the waist up he looked normal in all respects but his jockey shorts were grotesquely distended. Seeing me looking he made an effort to stuff his rigid penis between his legs which was entirely unsuccessful. I watched his pathetic attempt to conceal his obvious excitement for a moment and then said,

“Don’t worry about it Jim, I don’t think anyone could watch what we just did without some reaction.”

Breathing a sigh of relief he stopped what he was doing.

“Thanks Amy, it’ll go away in a little while.”

“The question is” Heather said, “is what are we going to do about those two?”

“I don’t know…it looks like they’re a lot more involved than we thought they were.” I said.

“We should do something…to get them some…help.” Heather said in an unsteady voice.

“It certainly bears thinking about.” Jim said.

“I think we owe it to the family to keep on observing them.” Heather ventured.

“Do you think they were done tonight?” Jim asked.

“I don’t know, but we’d better get back to the house before they do.”

“Yeah” Heather agreed, “or else we’ll be the ones doing the explaining.”

On the way back to the house Jim asked, “Should we discuss this any more tonight?”

“Maybe we should, you can sneak back to your room later.”

“Yeah” Heather agreed, “That way we can have a little time to decide what we need to do next.”

Passing the pond we could see the light from Stewart and Rebecca’s clearing was still lit and when we reached the house it was empty and still. As we walked down the hall to our room I noticed that the giant bulge in Jim’s jockey shorts hadn’t diminished any but for that matter I could still see Heather'’ nipples distended under her top. For my own part I was still very agitated by what we had just witnessed. I figured it was only natural that we would want to talk about what we had just seen together.

We went into our room and shut the door.

“Let’s keep the lights off and our voices down.” I said sitting down on Lisa’s couch bed. Jim pulled up the chair from the desk and sat down and Heather, after a moment’s indecision sat down on the floor, leaning back on Lisa’s couch bed.

Jim was the first to speak. “I guess we’ll need to find out how far they’re going before we decide what to do.”

I heard myself asking, “What do you mean by how far they’re going? It seems like they couldn’t go too much further than they already have.”

“Amy” Heather said quietly, “They might be…going all the way. Rebecca might be letting Stewart…fuck her.”

“You mean…”

“That’s right Amy” Jim agreed, “Stewart might be putting his cock inside of Rebecca’s pussy. For all we know they might be doing that right now…fucking each other…and maybe…sucking each other too?”

I felt a shiver pass through my body and as I repositioned myself felt my nipples scrape against the material of my top.

“I guess” Heather said, “If she’s sucking him…it’s not as bad as if they were fucking each other…I mean…it’s pretty gross when you really think about her putting her lips over his cock and slipping them up and down until…”

“I think we all get the idea Heather.” I broke in, “are you saying that if they aren’t fucking…it’s OK?”

“I don’t think Heather was trying to say that.” Jim said, “I think she was trying to understand them…and maybe figure out if what they’re doing could really hurt them…or if it’s just…kind of…helping each other.”

“Helping each other?”

“Yeah” Heather said, “Like giving one another a back rub or something.”

“It looks like they’ve gone pretty far past giving each other a back rub!”

Jim sat on the floor watching this exchange with a bemused look on his face. The giant distension made his white jockey shorts stick up like he had a stick jammed in there. I noticed that the tip of the bulge seemed to be wet, almost transparent. I imagined what he would look like if he didn’t have the shorts on and realized that my brother had a very large penis. I was estimating exactly how many inches that it would be when Heather’s voice brought me back to the present.

“”Can we be totally honest with each other?”

“Are you talking to me?” I asked.

“Well, yes, but to Jim too.”

We both nodded.

“I think we’re afraid of how we’re feeling. I think we’re so terrified we might wind up like Stewart and Rebecca that we’re afraid to be really truthful about our feelings. At this point I’m willing to bet we’re so afraid of how we feel I couldn’t get a back rub from either one of you…or give one for that matter.”

“That’s just not true!” I cried, I’m conservative, but we aren’t prudes.”

“You remember just before Jim came to get us?”

I felt the blood rush to my face, as I blushed scarlet. “Uh, yeah…we were laying in bed…talking.”

“Do you remember…what we were doing…while we were talking?”

“What you were doing” I retorted hotly, “I just did it once…to see how it would feel.”

“You did it more than once.”

“Only because you were doing it…and I stopped.”

“OK” Heather said in a soothing tone, “I’m not trying to embarrass you…”

“Well, for not trying you’re doing a pretty good job!”

“What were you both doing when I came to get you?”

“We were talking.” Heather said “and we got a little carried away, the point I was trying to make was…”

“What do you mean you got carried away?”

There was dead silence. Finally Heather said, “We got to talking about what we’d all seen earlier in the afternoon and how it made us both feel…and we…really mostly me…well I was touching myself…a little.”

“Oh” Jim said. “Well…I guess that’s not such a big deal. To be honest…well I was tempted to do the same thing.”

“But you didn’t.” I said.

“Only because Devin was in the room with me.”

“I can see how that might be a little awkward” Heather said, “but what about when…you were in the shower?”

“Devin followed me in talking all the time. By the time he left the water was cold anyway. But do you know what really bothered me most of all?”

We both looked at him and waited.

“All the time I was thinking about…Stewart and Rebecca…I was thinking about…how sexy I felt while we were all watching…and…this is really sick…”

“We promised each other we’d be honest” Heather reminded him.

“OK, but I feel like a real…pervert…I kept thinking…I’ve never…looked at you or Amy as anything except…well…just girls…sisters.”

“Go on” Heather breathed. I could feel the little hairs standing up on the back of my neck.

“I…imagined us all…being…undressed together…while we watched them…and I realized…we’ve never…even seen each other in our underwear and here we are – afraid to give one another a back rub.”

“Are you afraid to give me a back rub?” Heather asked.

“Well…sort of…”

“Is it because of what we saw Stewart and Rebecca doing together…or is it…”

“It’s because of what I’ve been thinking about you…and Amy.”

I heard myself speaking but it was like someone else was putting the words in my mouth. "“You were thinking about what we' look like naked?”

“Yeah…I can’t seem to stop thinking about it.”

“Are you thinking about anything else?”

“Like…”

“Touching us…feeling us up?”

“No…not really…just…being really open…I told you it was really sick.”

He got to his feet, “I really should get back to my room before they get back.”

“Wait.” Heather said.

“Maybe it’ll help us to be more…objective when we…um…the next time…we observe Rebecca and Stewart if we…satisfy our…curiosity about how we…look…um when we’re…uh…undressed.”

Jim stood stock still, his erection still making a ridiculous bulge in the front of his jockeys. “Do you really think so?”

Heather got to her feet blushing furiously. “We’ll just be…wondering…and um…obsessing…about it if we don’t just…let each other…see.”

I spoke up. “You can both count me out. Heather hasn’t even seen me…naked. I think we…well you both are…just asking for trouble if you…show…uh…show off like that…for each other.”

Heather replied, “Come on Amy, I didn’t say we’d…do anything with each other…I just think it might…help if we weren’t being so…prude about it.”

“If we did, would you…tell anyone?” Jim asked.

“Well…I should…but who’s there to tell?  Mom and Dad are off floating around on the ocean…and I guess it’s between…us three…but no…uh fooling around.”

Heather asked, “Are you going to…do it too?”

“No, but if you both feel you need to uh…see each other…like that…I’ll keep it to myself…if you both want to…strip off…here in front of…each other…just to…satisfy your curiosity. But that’s it…OK?”

They both nodded at me and Heather said, “Who’s going first?”

Jim didn’t say anything and Heather took a deep breath and said, “I guess it’s up to me.”

She peeled her top off in one quick motion and then slipped her panties off, kicking them to one side. She stood in the center of the room naked.

We both looked at her. I hadn’t realized that her breasts had come in so nicely. They were large, but very firm and perfectly proportioned to her slim frame. Her hips had that classic hourglass shape. Her hair, which she had tied up was the same shade of black as mine. Reaching back to loosen if made her breasts lift nicely and in one motion it tumbled to her waist. Her excitement was evident. At least it was to me, maybe because I’m a girl and I could see the tell-tale signs. The same signs that I would be showing if I had the nerve to do the same thing. Her nipples were as rigid as little pencil erasers. Goose pimples covered her arms, shoulders and the tops of her breasts. Her pussy was so swollen that both her lips puffed out bright red and shiny. Her light pubic hair was matted to her mound by the fluid that coated it.

Breathing deeply she stood there…basking in our attention until finely she said, “Your turn Jim.”

Jim silently pushed his shorts to the floor and kicked them aside as Heather had done. As soon as he pulled them off his cock bounced once or twice and then stuck out as firm as a tree branch.

I sat on the floor watching them regarding each other.

My mind was in a whirl as I got to my feet to join them. Feeling as if I was a puppet, unable to ignore the pull of the strings I began to unbutton the three buttons of my top. I bent over giving them both a good view of my breasts. All the time I was telling myself that I wouldn’t go any further but when I straightened up and felt the material of my top scraping my nipples I looked down. They were outlined by the fabric so clearly I felt naked. Looking up I saw them both looking at me. I felt their eyes move over my breasts, which caused me to tingle and throb even more then, I had watching them.

I bent over again intending to give them a little more of a show. As I did this, almost against my will I felt my thumbs hooking into the waistband of my panties and as I bent over I pulled them down. They fell in a ring around my feet.

I straightened up feeling the cool air against my most private parts and in one swift motion pulled my top off and tossed it on the ground. I kicked my panties next to it and faced them both, a slightly forced smile on my face.

My pulse thundered in my ears and I felt my nipples and clitoris throbbing in time to my heartbeat as Jim and Heather looked at me…and I looked at them. A long string of fluid slowly dripped from the tip of Jim’s erect penis and fell to the floor.

Finally I said, “Is everyone’s curiosity satisfied?”

They both nodded tentatively and then Jim asked, “Could I get a little closer look at…your…vagina?”

I didn’t say anything at first, his words were lost in a chaotic tumble of half formed thoughts and feelings. I felt myself nodding and they both got down on their knees and looked at me there. Reaching down, I tried to spread my labia but was only partly successful because my fingers slipped off. Heather moved her face very close to get a better look I suppose and I felt her breath against me and shuddered. I heard myself saying, as if in a dream, “Turn about is fair play.”

Heather stood up and I was kneeling on the floor with Jim as she tried to part the swollen and slippery lips of her pussy. We watched in dumb amazement as she began to touch her clitoris lightly and then rhythmically move her fingers up and down and then in small circles as her hips swayed slightly.

Scrambling to my feet I pulled her hand away from her sensitive area and called out, “We said no touching!”

Heather blinked at me like a sleepwalker awakened and said, “Oh yeah, I just got carried away…showing …both of you…I’m sorry Amy.”

Realizing that I had come only a infinitesimally small step away from going further myself, I chided her gently, “Let’s try and keep our heads, after all we don’t want to turn out like Rebecca and Stewart do we?”

Both Heather and Jim shook their heads as Jim got to his feet to complete our viewing of each other.

Jim’s cock stood out from a thick thatch of dark pubic hair a good seven or eight inches. It was bright red and very thick. As watched another drop of his secretions languidly dripped from the tip and idly descended dangling by a string of clear fluid until the string separated and the drop fell onto the floor with an audible splat.

I was amazed at not only the size of Jim’s erection but also apparently how hard it was. Looking up at him I asked, “Is that as…uh as firm as it appears to be?”

Jim didn’t reply but pulling it down as far as it would go, he released it letting it bounce. It bounced a couple of times and then returned to its rigid place. Heather and I watched in fascination and then getting to our feet I again asked, “Is everyone sufficiently well informed about how the others look nude to call it a night and get in bed?”

“Yes” Heather said breathlessly, “But before we do…could we…measure…Jim’s…you know his…thing?”

I took a moment before saying, “Do you promise that this is the last thing you need to take care of…to…satisfy your curiosity?”

Jim spoke up, “If you get to take my measurement…I get to take yours too.”

I hesitated before saying, “OK, but then we all need to get to sleep.”

Before I had even finished the sentence Heather was running to the dresser, her breasts bouncing slightly as she ran to get the measuring tape. She returned with the cloth tape we had used to sew a number of home economics projects together and hastily pulled it taunt from his pubic hair to the tip of his penis.

“Eight inched” she declared. I noticed that she held the tip of his cock between her thumb and forefinger as she made this announcement showing no inclination to release him. His breathing had become shallow and he was trembling.




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 05 Pt. 02



“Jim’s turn” I said.

Heather reluctantly removed her hand from his member and handed the tape to Jim. I could see a definite wet spot at the eight-inch mark on the cloth tape.

Heather raised her arms in the air to accommodate Jim as he slipped the tape over her breasts and wrapped it around her back. He moved his hands around the tape to make sure it was positioned correctly and Heather shuddered as his fingers slipped under the tape brushing her nipples. Finally he announced “Thirty six inches. He then measured her waist and then her hips, which came out 29 and 34 inches respectively. Then it was my turn.

I raised my hands in the air and felt Jim slip the tape over my breasts. I don’t think it was deliberate but for a moment the wet spot on the tape sat directly on the rigid nipple of my right breast and I felt fluid from my soaking pussy begin to trickle down one thigh. Then he moved it, the friction causing me to shudder slightly and resist the strong urge to touch myself right in front of both of them.

As he had done with Heather, he moved his fingers all around under the tape to make sure it was properly placed. When his fingers brushed first one nipple and then the other I felt a sensation that reverberated from each nipple directly to my stiff and aching clitoris.

Finally he announced that my bust line was also 36 inches but before he released the tape he did something he hadn’t done with Heather. He stepped close behind me so his cock was touching my backside and briefly and gently cupping both my breasts in his hands. He whispered in my ear, “Yours look larger that Heather’s do you want me to measure again?”

I turned and pushed him away saying, “Keep your hands to yourself, we’re through with this…enough!” flouncing to my bed leaving them both standing there.

I know they both thought I was being a prude but I knew that if I stood there one second longer…I was going to…let him do anything he wanted with me.

Heather finally said, “Amy’s right. Enough is enough, let’s try to get some sleep.” And walked over to our bed climbing into the top bunk.

Jim stood uncertainly in the middle of the room and then walked to the door and opened it. He glanced out into the hall and looked both ways before running across the hall and disappearing inside closing his door behind him. I got out of bed and walked to our door and shut it aware of Heather’s eyes on my body as I did so.

I got back into my bed and lay there every nerve alive utterly unable to sleep. Finally I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the sensations coursing through my body. I closed my eyes and lie there.

As soon as my eyes closed pictures began to form under my eyelids that made sleep even more distant. I heard Heather’s voice from the top bunk, “Amy?”

“Uh huh?”

“Are you still awake?”

“If I wasn’t, I am now?”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You know…things, how about you?”

“I feel like such a…slut.”

I didn’t say anything.

“You’re supposed to ask me why.”

“I know why you feel like a slut.” I replied, “The same reason I feel like…a nasty….little tramp. Because we both have been acting…like…well sluts.”

“I’m still acting like one.”

Pulse pounding I asked, “Are you…playing with yourself?”

“Yes…and imaging…things.”

“Like?”

“I’m imagining that Jim is standing here…giving me a back rub…and I uh…turn over so he can…see me…and I start rubbing my pussy…like I am…right now and you’re looking at his hard cock…and…doing the same thing.”

While she was talking I lowered my hand to my slippery and swollen mound squeezing it gently. “Go on” I said.

“Anyway” her voice came breathlessly, “You’re pretending to be asleep, but you’re listening to us and…I let him…start playing with…my breasts…and he’s rubbing lotion…on them while I…keep playing…and you do too…but he doesn’t know that you’re awake…and looking at his…cock.”

Unable to stand it any more I began rubbing my clitoris as she continued. “Then I let him play…with my…pussy and he…starts doing what I am and you’re…watching.” Heather gasped and I could hear her rapidly rubbing her pussy as the top bunk creaked.

“Heather?”

“Oh…yes?” She gasped.

“I’m doing the same thing that you are right now.”

“Oh yes…what…are you thinking?”

“That I wish…Jim…was watching…both of us.”

“Oh yes…would he be…touching…both…of us?”

“Not right away…first…like you said…but I’d reach over and pour lotion on…my hand…and his cock…would still be sticking out while he rubs your pussy…and…I’d be rubbing it on his cock…and.”

Out in the hall we heard a door open. We both froze and I whispered, “Who is it?”

“Shhh, I think it’s Jim, act like you’re asleep.”

The door to our room opened and Jim stuck his head in.

“Are you guys still awake?”

I heard Heather reply, “I am…but I think Amy’s asleep, what’s up?”

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, but come over to where we can hear each other and keep your voice down so we don’t wake Amy.”

Jim stepped inside and shut the door and walked over to our bed. I watched through mostly closed eyelids as he bent over and looked at me. I was still naked and hadn’t had time to pull the covers up. His cock was still as rigid as a board and I tried to fake the deep breathing of a person who was truly asleep as his eyes moved over my naked and totally aroused body.

After a moment I heard Heather whisper, What’re you doing?”

Jim straightened up so he was looking at Heather and below I was able to watch his erect cock as they whispered together. As this was taking place, my mind was in turmoil. I realized that both Heather and I were both acting in concert to follow through with what had been a shared fantasy only a few moments before. If Jim had waited a couple of minutes longer…we would not have been so receptive to what we were doing right now.

But he hadn’t waited and now his cock bobbed over my body as I listened to Heather and him whispering together. A drop of moisture formed at the tip of his cock and slowly began to descend. I cupped my hand under it and when it finally fell I caught it in my palm. I rubbed the liquid first on one aching nipple and then the other. Feeling like a total slut I reached down and began to slowly tease my rigid clitoris.

“I can’t seem to get to sleep.” Jim was saying.

“Join the club…I’ve been laying here…wishing…I could relax…and get to sleep.” “Same here…I’ve been tempted…to…touch my cock.”

“To make it do…what Stewart did…with Rebecca?”

“Yeah…I know I should just…wait for it to…go away…but it…isn’t doing that.”

“Have you…ever…made it do that?”

“Only once…so far.”

“When was that?”

“Earlier today…in the shower.”

“What did it…feel like?”

“Oh Heather, I can’t even describe it…it felt so…nice.”

“Jim?”

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t…ever…done that…made myself…do that…but I’ve been touching myself…I stopped doing it when you came in…did you…squirt…stuff?”

“Uh…yeah what are you doing Heather?”

“I’m…touching…my…pussy a little…do you want me to…stop? Do you think I should stop…doing this?”

Jim’s cock appeared to be as stiff as an iron rod, when Heather asked him that question, his cock delivered a long slippery stream of warm lubrication, which overflowed my waiting palm and ran down my wrist and arm. I brazenly smeared the entire gooey release across my breasts and stomach and increased the speed of my hand against my aching pussy no longer caring if Jim detected my wonton self-stimulation. As a matter of fact…I wanted him to…hear me…to know what I was doing with his…sperm.

I continued rubbing my slippery cunt briskly watching Jim’s cock delivering a steady discharge of fluid, which I was catching and rubbing on various points of my body as I shamelessly rubbed myself and listened to their conversation.

Jim was saying, “Go on…it’s only natural…for you to…want to…touch yourself…after all…I did it.”

“I know” Heather gasped, “That’s what’s making me feel…so…turned on…knowing you did it. Hearing about you…squirting your…sperm…all over the shower. I wish I could have watched you…do that…like you’re watching me. I wish I could let you know…just how turned on…I am.”

“How turned on…are you?”

“Enough to let you…watch me…doing this. Enough to let you…touch me…if you want to.”

“You won’t think…I’m…”

“Perverted?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t care if…you are…I’m feeling…so nasty…I’d let you do anything…touch me…..anywhere…if you want.”

“Can I…..touch…...your breasts…..please?”

“Go on…but…not hard…just brush my nipples…yes…just like that…oh yes…just keep doing…like that.”

I was approaching some kind of peak as I listened to this conversation unfold. Jim had reached down and was stroking his erection inches from my face. As he did this drops flew off landing all over me as my own hand moved in a near blur over my aching and slippery cunt.

Jim was clearly afraid he was going to squirt his cream over my sleeping body because he’s stroke his erection until it was leaking fluid all over his hand and then he’s stop and play with Heather for a little while and then the hand would return to his rigid cock.

Now he was using both his hands. Apparently he’d slipped one finger up Heather as he used the other hand to lightly tease her nipples. His neglected cock bobbed in an agony of arousal and I began to lose my senses as I felt the beginnings of something so delightful I can’t begin to describe it even today.

The next few minutes were a blur in my memory but I can state with absolute certainty that these things happened....

I experienced the most overpowering orgasm I have ever had, and I’ve had quite a few since then. While I was shuddering in an agony of delight I sat up and took Jim’s throbbing erection into my mouth sliding my lips over as much of it as I could. His cock thickened nearly choking me and immediately filled my mouth with hot cream that I swallowed. Before I had entirely swallowed the first gush another was squirting into my warm mouth which I tried desperately to swallow quickly but this was followed by a third eruption of hot sperm which began to overflow and drip over my breasts and onto my stomach. All the time my hand kept rubbing my clit causing spasm after spasm of pure delight to race through my entire body.

Jim continued to shoot his scalding cream into my mouth and I continued to swallow as much as I could as I listened to Heather doing the same thing that Jim and I were doing. By the time our climaxes were diminishing to the status of tremors I was entirely covered with his cream despite having swallowed what seemed like gallons of hot sperm.

“I nearly.

The tape player went silent and I waited a moment before asking Sandy, “Is something wrong with the tape player?”

She didn’t reply and looking over at her I saw that her eyes were closed and she was rubbing her pussy in a slow measured manner.

“Hey, I thought we weren’t supposed to be touching ourselves!”

She opened her eyes and smiled, “YOU weren’t supposed to be touching yourself, I’ve had about three orgasms listening to this tape, a feat even you aren’t capable of…I’m just warming up for the main act, which is about to start now.”

She got out of bed and ejected the tape. “Yep, it’s over what did you think?”

I threw back the covers revealing perhaps the hardest erection I’ve experienced since I was about sixteen. “Judge for yourself.”

She regarded my towering excitement critically and then said, yes…I think this will do.

Walking over to the electronics shelf she clicked a couple of switches and then got onto the bed kneeling over me so her cunt was suspended inches from my rigid cock.

She parted her slippery and swollen lips and with a smile asked, “Do you want this?”

“Oh yes please!”

Wordlessly she slipped her wet cunt over my aching excitement and began moving up and down….

Gretta can better describe what transpired next and she does so in chapter 6 of the sibling dairies, which you can read in the “Chain Stories” section along with chapters 2 and 4. “Judo” is the author of these chapters.

Chapter 7, the concluding chapter is under construction right now. We are collaborating on this final chapter.

I would welcome feedback from readers on how they would conclude the story and of course I am always open to hearing about the effect reading this had on you…and anyone reading it with you. Also…if you’d like to…discuss this over the phone…I’m open to this…we can…go over some of the details…at length…and perhaps…discuss the literary…merits…of this story together…late at night…as we…relax…and talk with one another in our respective beds.



The Sibling Diaries Ch. 06



Full chain & introduction can be found at this link.

Chapter Six: Let the Games Begin

After arguing with the cab company about the address, paying the jerks too much to get me home at midnight, and realizing that I would still have to deal with Tommy because he worked where I did, I made it back to my apartment -- still pissed off. I shut the door, leaned back against it and looked around in the darkness.

God, I felt like an idiot. I went to my room and pulled my clothes off quickly. I wanted a shower like nobody's business. As I walked to the closet, I saw the mirror by my bed. I put the clothes down, pushed the mirror back and looked down. My body wasn't that bad. What was wrong with me? Was this my fault? Why didn't Tommy want this?

Goddamnit! Only one week at my new job and I had hell-to-pay already. That jerk-off Tommy will probably blab our whole pointless little scenario to every guy south of Market and my dating life will be over. Check her out, she's the one Tommy blew his load on. Shit! Naked, I sat down on the bed and tried not to let my tears flow.

In the middle of beginning to feel sorry for myself, I heard a strange noise -- just a little sound, like a muffled cry. I stood still and listened. It kind of came and went, sometimes strong, sometimes quiet. It was David. He was crying!

I flew out of my room and ran down the hall to his door and listened. Yes, it was definitely David. I wondered what could be making him cry. Was it Sandy? Did she break up with him? What was going on? I turned the door handle slowly as I thought about all of this and pushed open the door slightly. "David?"

But David didn't hear me. In fact, neither of them heard me. Sandy was crouched naked over David's shiny, hard cock, fucking the life out of it. She had her hands on his chest, one leg bent over him and one leg on the floor next to the bed, supporting her pussy as it rolled down, engulfing David's erection with savage, sudden thrusts. In the dark room, they were lit brightly by David's desklamp at the top of the bed. Sandy had a wetdream banter going.

"C'mon, David, you can do it this time. C'mon, baby, hold it. Hold back just a little longer."

Her hips started moving faster and faster. I couldn't take my eyes off of the hot pink mouth swallowing my brother's cock. As her hips rose back up, I caught little glimpses of David's face beneath her -- his eyes screwed tight and concentrating.

"Almost there, David. C'mon. Build it. That's good. Yeah, okay, here we go."

Sandy was almost jumping on David now. His little whimpers grew into loud grunts. That's when I noticed that he had a tight ring at the base of his cock. My mouth dropped open.

Their smells permeated the air. I could almost taste their musky sexual pheromones in the bedroom. Sandy began to caress her boobs as she bounced on top of my brother.

"Oh, yeah, David. You've got the best cock. I love it inside of me -- fucking my pussy. Oh yeah. Fuck my pussy, baby. Fuck me."

I felt moisture dribble down my thigh. Reaching down to catch it, I touched myself. I jumped. My clit throbbed. I was soaking wet. My earlier evening's escapades with Tommy had only served to fill me to bursting with nasty intentions, but no relief.

I looked down at my fingers shining in the slit of light coming through the doorway. Looking back up, David's hard cock was all I could see -- stiff and thick, shiny with Sandy's cum. My mouth dropped open and I moaned. I covered my mouth quickly, but it was inconsequential, they never heard me.

As David's cock spread open his girlfriend, my knees started to squeeze together in time with their dance. I needed to cum badly. I licked my fingers and pressed them to my pussy, rubbing in time to Sandy's thrusts. I watched David's penis slide into Sandy and pushed two fingers inside my pussy, scissoring my insides around. Oh yeah, that felt good. Tingling nibbles leapt up and down the walls of my insides as I teased my G-spot and watched David's cock. I closed my eyes for a second and started panting as I leaned against the wall, watching them fuck.

Little waves of sensation started creeping up my body. My own hips started rocking in time with Sandy's. Then Sandy screamed. 

"Oh yeah! Oooo, fuck me, David! C'mon, here we go, baby!"

I opened my eyes in time to watch Sandy jump off David. He grabbed at the ring on his cock, trying to get it off. Sandy leaned down and pushed his hands away. "I'll get it. There we go." She pulled the ring away from David's erect prick and licking her palms, started jacking him off with both hands. 

After four pulls, David started moaning breathlessly and then continuously. His cock sprayed the first shot of cum about four feet in the air. The second was much higher than that, almost hitting the ceiling. By the time he was finished cumming, Sandy, David's chest, the wall, the nightstand, almost everything had sperm splattered on it.

I'd stopped masturbating -- too afraid to make noise and too shocked to care.

David held his balls and rolled to the side, panting.

Sandy snuggled close to him. "That was incredible. Did you see? You shot five feet, nine inches! That has to be a record." Sandy pointed at the bedroom wall. That's when I noticed the tape measure tacked up there.

Tape measure? I rolled away from the door, my back against the wall. What the fuck? Is she like preparing for the Sexual Olympics or something?

"The swelling will go down by morning, David. Let me get some ice."

I heard this and ran for my room, just shutting the door as I heard Sandy walk out. I sat down on the edge of my bed and waited as I heard her rummaging through the kitchen and her walk back. As she passed my door, she slowed and stopped. I could see her shadow underneath the door in the carpet. Was she listening? Was she going to come in?  I reached for my blankets and pulled them back, ready to dive.

Then, Sandy walked away and I heard David's door click shut. 

I thought about what I'd seen for a minute longer, then shook my head. They're fucking nuts! Too freaked out to know what to do, I climbed under the covers and lay there, thinking. When did Sandy get here? Well, obviously, today, stupid. Oh, shut up! I pulled a pillow over my head and screamed into it. 

I couldn't get my mind off of what I'd just witnessed next door. My heart was still beating too fast. I tried deep breathing and that helped a little. But the unnatural took its course and I heard David's bed start to squeak through the wall.

I listened for a moment and then heard Sandy start to moan and squeal.

I was so frustrated, I felt like crying. I pulled the covers over me, put a pillow over my head and curled up into a ball. Sometime later, I fell asleep.

***

Walking down a dark street, I tried to see the houses, but none of their lights were on. I turned the corner at the end of the street and still no lights. No moon out. I could barely see my feet. Oh my God! I'm naked! Naked in public, I try to cover my breasts and crotch with my hands, looking around frantically at all the houses.

Behind me, I heard footsteps scraping on the sidewalk. I turned and saw a giant snake, shining and grinning, slithering up the sidewalk, right for me. Panicked, I started to run, but I couldn't. I'd forgotten how to move my legs. I pushed harder and harder, but got no where. Finally, I fell and the snake slithered on top of me, between my legs. I tried to push it away, but it just smiled, hissing, hissing, hissing…

I woke up breathing hard, soaked in sweat. My room was dark, lit only by the city glow coming softly through the curtains. I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed. Puzzled that I'm naked, I remembered -- Sandy and David. I pressed my palms to my face and rubbed. I was thirsty. Getting up, I pulled my silk robe around me and tied the sash. 

Trying to be quiet, I turned the handle to my door slowly and gently pushed it open. I peeked down the hall. David's door was dark and shut. Biting my lip, I took a step in the hall and saw a light coming out from under the bathroom door. A noise, hiss, hiss, hiss… David's electric toothbrush. David's brushing his teeth. I leaned back in my door and squinted at the alarm clock -- four? Four AM? 

I wanted to talk with David. Make sure he was okay. What was his girlfriend doing anyway? I knocked gently on the bathroom door. "David? David, can I speak with you?"

The door pulled away from me, opening. Light flooded my eyes. Sandy stood there -- her mouth foamy with paste and an electric toothbrush protruding from it. She was naked. Smiling as best she could, she beckoned me inside.

Entering, I closed the door and sat on the edge of the bathtub behind her. She held up a finger in the mirror, telling me she'd just be a second. She spit once in the sink and started brushing again. As she did, her breasts rocked side-to-side, her nipples making little circles. I looked down her body at the flaring hips, her butt, her legs. She worked out, obviously. I could easily see why my brother felt like he was in love with her.

As she leaned forward to spit again and rinse her mouth, her pussy was practically in my face, wet and pink. My eyebrows shot up and I looked up in the mirror. She was watching me.

She smiled, shut the water off and wiped her mouth with a facecloth. "You up early, or up late?"

"Oh, uhm, I had a bad dream and woke up. Heard a noise in here, I thought you were…"

"David. Yeah, I could tell." She brushed the cloth around her neck. "A bad dream, huh? What kind of dream? I'm pretty good with dream interpretation."

I looked at her half-lidded eyes watching me. I thought about the dream -- naked, the snake, hissing. I couldn't tell her that. "Oh, it was nothing really. Just a dream." 

"But bad enough to wake you." She lifted her right breast and brushed the cloth underneath it, then switched to her other breast, doing the same. I looked back up at her face.

"Did you have a nice date tonight?"

My eyes must have given me away. Sandy smiled. "David told me you were going out with a guy from work. Tommy, was it?"

Oh God. I rolled my eyes and put my face in my hands.

"That good, huh?"

I stood up. "No, no, it… wasn't at all. Look, I'm going back to bed…" I opened the door and started down the hall. The light went out behind me.

I turned into my room.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?"

I whipped around. Sandy stood in my doorway.

"Cause if he did, he's going to be one sorry son-of-a-bitch."

I sat down on my bed. "No, it… It wasn't like that." I sighed and looked down at my hands.

Sandy walked over to the bed and sat beside me, then took my hands.

"Look, if you need to talk, feel free. I'm a good listener."

I looked up at her face, then her eyes. She looked concerned and worried for me.

I started to talk, but didn't know what to say. I sighed heavily. "It's probably my fault. I'm really attracted to this guy."

"And he dumped you?"

"No, not at all. Quite the contrary, he wanted me."

Sandy looked puzzled.

"I've been really… uh, really…"

"Horny?"

"Yeah, really horny lately, you know? We went out for this nice dinner and I was all over him. By the time, we got to his apartment… Well, he got too excited when I…" I thought of Tommy's hard cock in my hands again. The taste of it. The feel of it. My nipples started to ache.

"He had a hair trigger?"

"What?"

"He came too soon?"

"Yeah, exactly, then the bastard just rolled over and fell asleep. I got really pissed and left."

"Men. Most of them aren't worth a damn when it comes to doing what we need."

"Yeah." Pictures of David's hard cock pumping into Sandy's vagina flashed into my mind.

"You need someone like your brother."

What did she say? "What… What do you mean?"

Sandy grinned, and leaned back on her elbows. Her breasts slid sideways on her ribcage. "Your brother is amazing. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. He's one-in-a-million." She pumped her hips, emphasizing the words.

"You mean at sex?"

Sandy put one foot up on the edge of the bed, opening her thighs a little. I could see her labia, pink and puffy. "Ho yeah -- sex. Sex is almost too small a word for what David brings with him to bed. He's a dynamo and so thoughtful of his partner. I don't think he's satisfied, really, until I cum three or four times before he does. That's rare, let me tell you."

"Three or four times?"

She lay down and put her hands on her tummy. "Yeah, at least. I mean, his… Ah, equipment alone would probably be enough. After all, that's what first attracted me to him, but…" She licked her index finger and started teasing her left nipple with it in little circles.

I couldn't take my eyes off her finger. I flushed with warmth. Tingles ran over my thighs. I crossed my arms, gently rubbing my aching nipples. "Yeah, but…?"

Sandy looked at me and smiled. Her finger traced a line down to her pussy, and rubbed it once. "But what he does with his tongue is pure talent." She moaned.

My mouth opened as I watched her. I swallowed and panted, then licked my lips.

"Earlier tonight, David really surprised me." Her finger continued to rub her pussy. "We'd just fucked earlier. I don't mean a simple fuck either. He had every hole I had to give and then some. I thought for sure he was down for the count."

I brought my thumb to my mouth and chewed the nail, squeezing my forearm against my nipple. Tingles shot straight to my clit and I rocked my hips forward, squeezing my pussy tight.

Sandy closed her eyes and started rubbing her clit with two fingers. Her nipples were sticking straight up. "But David was anything but done. I went to the kitchen and got some ice. When I returned, he was waiting for me. He pushed me down on the bed, got between my legs and started licking me to Heaven."

She brought her other heel up to the edge of the bed and let her legs fall open. She was a very sexy woman, full-breasted with these perfect silver-dollar nipples. Her hips started rocking to meet her fingers. I was creamy and getting really excited again. I wasn't sure whether this would be okay, but I snuck my hand beneath my robe and touched my pussy. As soon as I did, a little wave of electricity shot through me.

"He has this way of heightening the energy. That's the only way I know how to say it. David just takes everything up a notch. I mean I've had lots of guys lick me before, but your brother… Oh my God, it's like what he was meant to do, or something. I got so excited that I was afraid we would wake you. I had to cover my face with a pillow, so I could scream." Sandy moaned. She had two fingers sunk inside her now, wriggling and worming their way deeper.

I was panting as my finger traced my lips gently. I could smell Sandy's scent, the sweet smell of a pussy in heat. I licked my lips and watched her fingers dip their way in and out.

"Let me see you, baby."

My eyes shot up to hers. She was looking at my hand under my robe, watching it move. I froze and chewed my lip.

"Don't stop now, Gretta. Let me see you. Please?"

My fingers pressed into me once again. Breath hotly whooshed out of my mouth. Oh, what the hell.

With my other hand, I untied the sash on my robe and watching her, pulled it open, exposing my very wet pussy to Sandy. Her eyebrows shot up and a little grin appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She sat up on one elbow, looking right into me. "Pret-ty. Not only are you beautiful, Gretta, but you're very sexy, and so… Wet."

I pushed a finger inside, twirling it around and sinking deeper. Goosebumps danced up and down my tummy as Sandy watched me. I raised one leg onto the bed, opening my legs for her.

"And that's one very beautiful pussy you've got, baby. That's it, sweetie. Rub it."

My one finger rubbed up and down my open, wet outer lips now, right across my clit on each pass. My hips were rocking in time with the motion. Sandy was steadily fucking her pussy with two fingers. Her inner lips dripping with dew in the cool light of my bedroom.

She pushed up with one hand, sitting up a little taller. "You smell so sweet, Gretta. Have you ever shown your pussy to David?"

What? To David? "No, no, of course not."

"Well, if you ever get the chance, you should. He'd love this one." Sandy licked her lips. I watched as her labia sucked onto her glistening fingers, sliding in and out.

I couldn't stand it. I closed my eyes and sunk my finger deeply into my pussy, groaning loudly as it spread me open.

"Yeah, baby, you need to get off, don't you?"

I opened my eyes and looked at Sandy, fucking herself. Her eyes riveted to my pussy as her tongue played around her open mouth.

"Yes, I need to cum. It's been days and I'm… I'm so horny. Oh, Jesus." The tingling in my hips built to a fever. I could feel sweat forming on my brow. I closed my eyes and thought back on the evening, me on the floor, lipstick all over Tommy's cock as I sucked it. His head thrown back, moaning against the door. I was going to cum. I could feel it starting. A cool breath of air blew across my chest.

"Oh, look at how stiff your nipples are, baby. They must be at least a half-inch long. They look yummy."

I opened my eyes. Sandy sat beside me. She dropped my robe open off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. "They look so scrumptious like that, Gretta, all puffy and hard." She moaned, watching me.

She reached out and took my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly and rolling it. I moaned and tried to pull away as the tingling sensations shot straight through me and down my back, but Sandy held on tightly.

I angled my wrist down and really started fucking myself quickly. My breath was coming in little pants. I raised my knees higher, trying to stem the tide of sensation building down below.

"Poor baby, needs to cum so bad. You want Sandy to help you, sweetie?"

I moaned, getting close now. My hips bucked against my fingers.

"Sandy? Sandy, you out there?" David? David was awake!

Panicked, I looked at the open door. Nothing. Then, I looked at Sandy. She had a big smile on her face.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, baby. Duty calls." She pecked me on the cheek, rolled off the bed and left for David's room.

I sat there for a moment, wide-eyed, almost afraid to move. I heard David's door click shut and his bedsprings squeak. Then silence. I started to feel cold. I looked down at my hard nipples sticking up. Quickly, I leaned forward and wrapped the robe around me. I stopped and listened again. Nothing, no talking, no movement.

I scratched the side of my head. As I settled my arm back down, it brushed my nipple. Tingling shot down my body and I pulled my arm away quickly. I was so wound up, I didn't think I'd get back to sleep again tonight. I stood up and tiptoed to the door. I peeked out at David's. Dark. Closed. 

In the bathroom, I took a sleeping pill and downed it with some water. In the darkness, I could just make out my silhouette in the mirror. My hair was a mess, bed-headed and jumbled to one side. I sighed and walked quietly back to my room, shut the door and got under the covers, robe and all.

* * *

Saturday morning, I woke up late. The sun was already hitting the curtains in my window, bathing the room in a soft amber glow. I felt really tired and a little groggy. Some coffee would go a long way right now.

I pushed the covers off of me and rolled to the side of the bed. My robe was tangled in my legs, so I had to stand to get it loose. When I stood, I had an urge to stretch, yawning and throwing my arms out. Mmmm… A good stretch feels wonderful. I turned and looked in the mirror. My eyes were dark, like I'd been poked, or drunk. Geez, I looked terrible. I tied the sash on my robe and found my house slippers in the closet.




The Sibling Diaries Ch. 06



I turned to sit down and put them on, but on the chair by my closet was a box, wrapped in white and tied with a big, red bow -- a present. I grinned and picked it up. There was a little white envelope under the ribbon. I pulled the envelope out and put the box on my bed. A note was inside. I opened it.

 For what we didn't finish.

 Love, 

 Sandy

I looked at the box, now, full of concern. Didn't finish? Sure, we'd been interrupted, masturbating and maybe that would have gone further. I trembled. Ick. With my brother's girlfriend? How weird is that?

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. I sat down on the bed with the note in my hands and looked at the box. It didn't move, even though I stared at it like it might. I chewed my lip, trying to think of what could be in it.

I called out. "David?" No answer. I got up and walked to the hall. His door was open. I walked down to it. The bed was made, but no one was there. I walked back up the hall to the living room. "David? You here?" Nothing. The clock in the kitchen said ten-thirty. 

I need a shower. I went to the bathroom, trying not to think and started the hot water running. Steam immediately filled the room. It smelled great. I turned around and brushed my teeth at the sink, but I didn't use the mirror much. Every time I looked up, I saw the look on my face still wondering about Sandy and the box in my room.

I rinsed, threw my robe on the floor, and jumped in the shower. Ahhh! Hot, hot, hot! I stepped half-out and turned on the cold water to balance out the hot, then stepped back inside, closing the curtain as I did. The hot water felt good on my skin. I grabbed the bar and started soaping up, starting with my shoulders and arms. I thought of Sandy from the night before and me catching her right here, brushing her teeth. My view of her butt as I sat on the tub's edge. She's a beautiful woman. An image of her moaning and rubbing her pussy, reclined on my bed flashed in my mind's eye. Her eyes looking right at me as my heart hammered inside. Yes, mmmm… She's incredibly sexy and beautiful.

I soaped up my breasts as I thought. My hands lingering, touching, caressing. My nipples hardened and my palms were dancing lazy little waltzes on them, when I finally realized what I was doing. I thought for a moment, sighed, then grabbed the shampoo.

Three minutes later, I was clean, dried and wrapped in a bath towel in my room. I grabbed the present and took it into the kitchen. We always kept scissors in a utility drawer next to the dishwasher, and when I went to open it, I noticed a note sitting there, under a can of soup.

Gretta,

 Sandy had to leave early this morning. Gone

 to the airport. Back later.

 Love ya,

 David

I looked at the present again, then opened the drawer and took out the scissors. I grabbed it, set it on the breakfast bar and started cutting open the wrapping and ribbons. Inside the box was an unmarked videotape and another, smaller box along with a note.

Watch the tape, then open the box.

I stood up and started walking towards the VCR, but then stopped as I remembered. What was it David said about tapes and Sandy? I tried, but couldn't -- something kinky was all I could recall. I turned the tape over in my hands. Nothing. No markings. Fuck it. It's only a tape.

I put the tape in the VCR, turned on the TV and sat down on the sofa, facing it. It was blank for a minute, then a picture of Sandy's face came up.

"Morning, Gretta. I'm glad you decided to watch the tape. I was really sorry that I had to run away so suddenly last night, but I wasn't sure about David, you know. I wasn't sure he'd really understand and I couldn't risk that."

Well, she hadn't told David. That was good.

"But before I go, I wanted to let you know that I really care about you. You are a very sexy woman and last night meant a lot to me." As she talked, the image widened and I could see her sitting in the same place I was. She was wearing a pair of pajamas. Leaning forward, she started unbuttoning the top.

"You really turned me on last night. In fact, my nipples are still hard, thinking of you lying back in your robe." She shrugged the top from her shoulders, revealing her full-rounded breasts. She looked down and pushed her boobs together, running her fingers along the sides. She breathed heavily.

"See? I'm still so… excited." She pinched her nipples and shook when she did.

My body was starting to respond. I licked my lips, becoming aware of their dryness from the air flowing out of my open mouth. I pressed my knees together, sending tingles down my legs.

Sandy lay back on the sofa, caressing her tits. She brought two fingers up to her mouth, wetting them and started rubbing them across her nipples. "I still remember, when you were trying to hide your hand from me under your robe. You were being such a naughty girl, playing with your pussy like that."

I was continually squeezing my knees together now. I pulled at my towel and it dropped away from my breasts. My nipples were tight little rocks perched on my chest. I covered them with my palms, pressing them to me. I closed my eyes as little shivers ran up and down my spine.

On the TV, Sandy continued to play with her breasts. I started mirroring what she was doing, pinching my nipples gently, wetting my fingers.

"You got me so hot, baby. What did you expect me to do? When your robe opened and I saw that beautiful, wet slit of yours. Mmm…. I wanted you. I wanted to taste you." Her left hand slid from her breasts down her stomach and into her bottom. She closed her eyes and her head lolled back when her fingers reached their goal.

I pushed my fingers into the terrycloth material of my towel between my legs and moaned as I felt my fingertips brush my labia.

Panting, I pulled the towel away from me. Looking down, I could see the light patch of hair on my mons below my tummy. Excited, I brought my right hand to my lips and licked two fingers, then I sank low on the sofa, spreading my legs. I looked up and saw Sandy smiling at me. She stood up suddenly and pulled her bottoms off of her legs.

I closed my eyes as I touched myself. My wet fingers deftly worked their way between my slit and teased slowly up and down my lips. My breath shuddered as I tried to breathe just through my nose. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

"Are you touching yourself now, baby?"

I opened my eyes and saw Sandy sitting back on the sofa, naked now and both hands at her pussy.

"If you are, Gretta, this is where you and I left off last night. I was so hot after I left you and went to David. He called me because he needed some… Ah, relief.

Sandy was breathing hard. She raised one foot up on the sofa, spreading her legs open. Her pussy was a bright red now, very puffy and glistening.

"He greeted me at the door with a massive hard-on. I barely got the door shut before he bent me over and stuffed it in me." 

My two fingers sank into my pussy, spreading me open and sending tantalizing waves of warmth straight through my hips and up my back. My nipples ached every time my heart beat.

Sandy moaned. One hand held her labia open while the other hand's fingers circled her clit. Her eyes looked at me, half-lidded. "It felt so good, Gretta. Your brother has the most amazing cock. It's not the longest one I've ever had, but it's girth…" She moaned. "It's like a wedge, just meant for spreading a pussy open."

I brought both feet up on the couch as I rocked my fingers in and out of my slit. My knuckles rubbed past my clit on every pass and I felt as though my heart might leap out of my throat. Jesus, she's so hot. I wish she were here.

"Gretta? Gretta, is the box nearby?" Box? What box? "It's time to open the other little box. Do you have it? If not, go get it. I'll wait." Sandy reached to her left and pulled a little rectangular box onto her tummy.

Still breathing heavily, I sat up. The box was on the kitchen table. I started to jump up, but my knees wobbled and I sat down suddenly. Sandy still waited patiently on the screen. I got up more carefully this time, using the couch for support and got the box from the table.

I sat back down, looking at the box. I picked it up and rattled it -- sounded like paper.

"You got it now? Okay, let's open it." Sandy pulled the top open and reached inside. I put my finger under the tape and flicked it open. Inside was a vibrator, shiny and white. I hadn't held one since college. I smiled and looked up.

Sandy was holding hers up and wriggling it at me. "Nice, huh? My own little battery-operated ticket to Heaven."

I picked up the vibrator and looked at it. It was long and sleek, tapered to a soft point at the end. On the bottom was a dial. I turned it and the vibrations started low and got faster.

Sandy placed the vibrator on her tongue then sank it inside her mouth deeply. She looked right at me and moaned as she made it slick.

I ran my left fingers along my slit. I was dripping, but I licked the plastic tip anyway, then sank it into my mouth. I lay back on the sofa, raising both heels up to the edge.

Sandy slid back on the couch, brought one leg up and turned on the vibrator. The buzzing filled the room from the speakers next to the TV. "You ready to cum together, baby? When didn't get to finish last night, and now we can in a big way."

I brought the vibe up and switched it on. Sandy's mouth curled into a little "O" as she touched the tip of the vibrator to her clit. Her face scrunched up like she was in pain. "Oh yeah. Oooo…" She breathed hotly like a loud whisper.

I slide the vibrator along my tummy, grazing my nipples with its magic. I jumped every time it touched me, the sensation arcing through me like a bolt of lightning. It felt good flowing down my tummy. I could feel the skin shaking from my tits to my hips. 

A grunt echoed from the speakers. I looked up and Sandy was staring down at her pussy as her right hand shoved the vibrator inside her.

My vibe ran over my mons and onto my lips. The tip slid down in the slick secretions there, but the feeling was incredible. The sudden shaking sensation vibrated all through my hips and I could feel the sensation shoot up my spine. I pulled it away from me, and listened to my breath and Sandy's mix together in the silence of the living room. I pressed my hand across my breasts, trying to give some relief to my aching nipples. I could feel the vibrations in my hand, snaking up my wrist to my lower arm. I sat up and pushed back on the sofa.

I looked at the TV. Sandy's eyes were closed and her head was lolled to the side. Her mouth was open and her breasts were heaving up and down in time with the white vibrator sawing in and out of her slit. Her other hand was rubbing her clit.

With my left hand, I opened my labia. Some clear cum ran down the lips and across my butt to the towel beneath me. I brought the tip of the vibrator and lined it up with my vagina and sank it in. My whole body spasmed. My breath started panicking in my chest. My eyes flew open as my brain tried to find a handle on the sensations coursing through my pussy.

I shouted. "Oh, fuck! Oh my… God. Ohhhh…" I started moving the vibrator slowly in and out of me. I was then able to find a rhythm that made sense. My panting and moaning rocking in time with the movements of my wrist thrusting inside of me. My God, the sensation was intense.

I felt my body tense a couple of times, then go limp. Little orgasms ripped through my hips and still the sensation built deep inside of me. I looked down at myself. I was pink and red and swollen, like my pussy was getting ready to burst.

"Come here, baby. No, come here. It's okay."

I looked up at the screen and Sandy was still fucking herself with the vibe, but she was waving at the screen like she wanted me to come to her. In the build towards my orgasm, it seemed so surreal. I was confused.

She kept gesturing and waving me over. "Come here. Leave the camera and get over here."

That's when I saw it. A naked butt walked into view from the left. I knew that butt. It was David. His cock was pink and erect -- the head shiny with precum.

"Come here, baby. I'll take care of you. Give it to me." 

David walked right up to her, put his left knee up on the couch and his cock right at Sandy's face. She smiled up at him, leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. David's groan leapt from the speakers.

I was so shocked, I just kept doing what I was doing, pumping the vibrator in and out, panting. I was sweating and flushed.

Sandy brought her left hand over to David's cock and started stroking him up and down. She pulled her mouth away from his cock. "See, Gretta. I told you. Like a wedge, baby. He has the best cock." She sank her mouth back down on it, sucking hard.

I watched her suck him, suck my brother. It was so exciting. I could feel the deep sensation build in my hips, like a rubber band stretching and stretching, tighter and tighter. I rocked my hips in time with the vibe in my pussy. My heart was racing. I could feel my orgasm beginning. I tried to push the feeling back and that lasted for the moment.

Sandy was really fucking herself now and intently sucking David's cock. She pulled her mouth away for a moment, rubbing the swollen head of his penis across her tongue and looking up where David's face would be. Then, she stopped and looked at me. "There's nothing like fucking your pussy and sucking on a big cock. It's so exciting. It's so… Oh, but I shouldn't be so selfish. It really is a great cock, Gretta." Then she looked back to David. "Go to her, David. Go to your sister. Go." Sandy pointed at me and waved at David.

Suddenly, he lifted his leg off the sofa and turned towards the camera, walking right past it. His cock glistening wetly with her saliva. Sandy just smiled, slowly sawing the vibrator in and out of her pussy. I didn't get it. What did she mean?

I was so excited that I started to shake, shivering as I continued to fuck myself with the vibe. Whatever they were into, this was good. I didn't care. This was too good. I closed my eyes and pictures of David's cock flowed into my mind -- Sandy sucking it on the video. His cock getting swallowed by her pussy on his bed. The deep feeling grew within me. A hot flush started rising up my body. I moaned each time that my hand sank the vibrator deep inside me. 

Footsteps softly padded along the carpet beside me. Something sank down on the couch next to me. Then, I heard a deep voice. "Here, Gretta, this is for you." I opened my eyes. David was beside me. His massive erection glistened right in my face, so beautiful, so sexy. My mouth opened in surprise. His cock touched my lips. I could smell his manly smell. My tongue licked my lips where it touched, accidentally licking his cock. He flinched.

I looked up and saw David looking down at me, concern written all over his face. I wanted this cock. I needed this cock, but it was David's, my brother's cock.

I looked back up at him again. He grinned and nodded. I looked back at his cock, shining and magnificent. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." I opened my lips, breathing hotly, closed my eyes and took David's cock into my mouth. It was so warm, so manly. It's musky flavor burst through my mouth and into my nose as I breathed. David jumped as my mouth closed over him, his penis sliding slippery over my lips. I grabbed it with my left hand and held it in my mouth.

I began sliding my lips up and down David's cock, savoring the texture of his flesh, the scent of him. My tongue danced on the underside of it, teasing it. It swelled in my mouth.

The vibe continued its journey in and out of me. My hips rock against my hand descending. The wire of tension inside of me was stretched to a thin line. Having David's cock with me had just heightened my lust to cum. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at David. He was staring down at me, taking in my body and what I was doing to it. I sucked my cheeks in surrounding his cock. He moaned. I could taste his precum swirling on my tongue.

Sensations in my pussy overwhelmed me and I pulled my mouth away to breath. "Oh fuck. Oh my God." I panted, arching my back against the back of the sofa. I looked up at David, then back at his magnificent cock, sticky and wet, shining in the grip of my hand. Then I looked down at the vibrator plunged all the way inside of me -- just the white dial protruding from my lips. Using my middle finger, I pushed it in a little deeper until it rested against my cervix. That did it. My whole body started to tremble from the inside, flashes of heat and shocks sprang up my tummy and launched from my nipples. I started cumming. I pulled hard on David's penis, stroking it, beating it. 

David groaned. Then yelled. Stars went off in my head. Hot warmth surrounded me. I felt myself thrusting my hips into the air, against my battery-powered lover -- once, twice, then three and four times. All the air left my lungs and I collapsed, quivering and shaken on the couch. My head was stuck at an odd angle on the back of the couch and I could feel sweat rolling down my sides. The vibrator was at my side, still humming and spinning. Breathing heavily, I lay there for a while, opening and closing my eyes. I may have dozed.

I rolled my head to my left and noticed sperm on my chest and legs. A big glob of it ran across my breasts, settling on my sternum. David sat on the end of the couch, holding his cock, now half spent and drooping, but still swollen red and slick with an ice cream melt of sperm running down the side of it.

I watched him and breathed, trying to find my equilibrium. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand, if I tried. That had been incredible. I'd never cum that hard in my life, but what about my brother? What could I say to him? What should I say?