33 comments/ 220005 views/ 93 favorites A Weekend with Cassy By: MDF251 ~I offer my forty-nineth story, at this, the close of 2007, for your discerning eyes. It has been a collaboration effort, after an offer of editing came my way. The "Crazy One" stepped forward, pointing out (in a nice manner) that I could use some assistance and made the offer - if I was willing. I was. I may have made this comment before but, it bears repeating. "No matter how many times a writer re-reads material even the obvious gets over looked." So, I offer my heart felt thanks for his editing efforts and give him full credit for his unselfish allotment of time. The latter being no small gift when one considers how busy our lives are any more. I also advised he should prepare himself. On that note, enjoy.~ MDF251 * Chapter One ~It was the near silent click of my bedroom door closing that alerted me. The heat and humidity of that August night had kept me awake. I lay under a single sheet tossing and turning, my mind a blur of thoughts and visions, I shouldn't have, and my body sweating. With the click, I jerked my head to stare into the darkness. My heart pounded inside my chest, as I dared to hope the unthinkable...~ Friday, 4:30 PM I arrived home that Friday, after my afternoon workout. The day was as normal as any other I experienced and, as usual, I let the front door slam as I entered. Yelling out my arrival, I heard only silence. Then, moments later, the muffled voice of my twin sister called out from the second floor. Umm, she's home early, I thought and headed for the kitchen. Call me a creature of habit, or whatever you like, but I followed a, year's long, set pattern and found myself standing in front of the open refrigerator door, chugging ice water directly from the pitcher, while I searched for something to eat. Wiping my mouth and sweaty head on the kitchen towel, I grabbed the one remaining apple from the crisper drawer and put back the near empty pitcher of water. "Hey, where's mom and dad?" I called out and couldn't make out her entire response but, got the drift of it. The folks had left for the weekend. I was taking a large bite from the apple, leaning against the kitchen counter when Cassy, my sister, walked by the stairwell and yelled down at me. Her voice was loud and clear. "Hey what are you making for dinner?" "Like yeah, in your dreams -- we can call for a pizza or something!" I yelled back, after swallowing a second bite of apple. "Whatever, Jocko, but you're buying." She responded with a bit of an edge to her voice. I smiled and finished the apple with large bites and tossed the core. I'm Jake and my sister, Cassy, was trying to push my buttons again -- normal as normal could be. I loved her but she had developed a real bad habit, a demanding female sort of thing that she knew got to me if she pressed it. Of course, it was a game and I played my part - being as obnoxious as I could on any given moment. I got a real whiff of myself on the second trip to the refrigerator, where I polished off most of the orange juice and returned the carton with a few drops left. I smiled knowing that sort of thing irritated Cassy to no end and headed off to shower. Bounding up the stairwell, I passed Cassy's closed bedroom door and made an immediate right turn, pushing the bathroom door open with a quick slap of my hand. My second step never made it to the floor. I jumped back, shocked, embarrassed, speechless, and slammed back against the doorjamb. My eyes blurred when my head hit the jamb with a, dull thud, but not enough to block out the vision of my nude sister. Silence ruled and, strangely, neither of us said a word. There was no scream and, curiously, she didn't curse. For the longest time we just stared at each other -- too long perhaps. Cassy stood with her left foot poised on the edge of the tub and left hand gripping the shower door. My lower lip started to tremble, as I took in my sister's full nudity; and my breathing went shallow and harsh like. Strangely, she made no effort to cover herself. Her blonde hair, put up on the back of her head exposed her long creamy neckline and she watched as my eyes drifted down her body. I saw tiny goose bumps of excitement cover her up turned breasts and I managed to swallow hard once, as her nipples responded by lengthening slightly, growing hard, and made a pointed, or poignant, statement. I started to slide around the bathroom door to exit, feeling my cock hardening. My eyes dropped lower, as I eased from the room, to her tight, firm, belly and the fleshy, bare, mound exposed between her legs. I was reaching for the doorknob when I saw a smile cross Cassy's lips and stopped to watch her place the fingers of her right hand against her labia and slowly draw them through her beautiful slit. Her final act was to blow me kiss with the same hand, as she watched me closed the door. Feeling the heat on my face and knowing what Cassy was staring at, I tripped over my own feet and fell backwards into the hall, slamming the door closed in the process. In total shock, I was sitting on the hall floor trying to collect myself, breathing too hard, when Cassy opened the door, taking a half step to my left, and allowed her right breast to pop out from behind the door. "God Jake you okay? I mean thanks for the compliment and all but you don't have to hurt yourself!" My face reddened even more and I stammered out I was fine and started to apologize. She cut me off and giggled. "Don't -- don't apologize. I meant it, thanks. You're an ass for just barging in but, it's nice to know you think I'm hot..." She began and then paused before finishing her comment. "That is what you were thinking, right?" I gave her a stupid looking Cheshire sort of grin and mumbled, "Yeah -- hot." I didn't know what else to say and there was another period of silence as we looked at one another. "I thought so, judging by that." She said and pointed at the large, obvious, bulge in my crotch. Sweat pants don't hide too much. I started to respond, to apologize, and stopped myself. "I won't be too long -- you going to order the pizza or, are you thinking about joining me?" Cassy added, as she closed the door, giggling. I didn't hear the lock. "Oh God, the pizza, yeah I'll get it ordered right now! Take your time." I called out, feeling entirely stupid at that point. My day had taken a sudden turn from normal into the bizarre. I stumbled my way down stairs with a rock hard cock and unholy thoughts. Jesus, get a grip Jake, I thought to myself. I knew Cassy was just fucking with me but still, it shook me to the core. She'd never gone that far before and I was certain she was laughing her ass off right about then. It took a little while but I finally got my head cleared and ordered the pizza. Some time later, Cassy called down to me that she was done and the bath was open, tearing me away from reliving what had happened. I stood for the longest time just staring up the stairwell, unsure if I should make the journey. My initial steps were that of a man expecting an ambush. For the second time that afternoon, I felt foolish when I topped the stairs and Cassy was nowhere around, her bedroom door closed tightly. Just fucking with you moron, the single thought coursed through my head and I grinned to myself. My shower went without incident, as did my dressing. Normalcy had returned. I knew that years from now I would have a quirky memory to recall and actually started to laugh about the whole thing. Still the memory of her nudity was haunting. Feeling better, I stepped lightly, bouncing and hopping down the stairs headed for the kitchen when the doorbell rang. "Pizza!" I heard the delivery guy yell out and I detoured to the den to grab twenty-five bucks from the house slush fund. Money in hand, I hurried towards the front door through the living room and stopped dead in my tracks. Cassy was there -- wearing, only, a ribbed tank top and panties. She was sitting on the couch with her feet up and knees together. Her legs made a Tee-Pee frame that high lighted the fleshy bulge of her labia, covered by her thin, white, silk panties. The vertical line of her slit showed perfectly through the panties - punctuated by a quarter sized wet spot, the wet spot producing what looked like an exclamation point. Hearing me enter she slowly lowered her legs and the magazine she was reading. Her low cut tank top displayed a beautiful valley of cleavage and the worn out material looked pink in color, from the tight form fit around her breasts. Two, dark, patches showed through, her areolas, topped off by the twin, erect, buttons of her nipples. She smiled at me and noticing my stupefied look said, "Too hot for anything else -- get the door silly, the guy's waiting." Bizarre returned and I'm sure the delivery guy figured I was next to retarded by the time I got rid of him. If Cassy wanted to fuck with me I didn't care any more. I didn't care that she was my sister. She was right. She was hot, fucking hot and I for one was enjoying the show, no matter how short it might be. I all but ran back to the living room, hoping she hadn't gone. She was still there wearing a smile and damn little else. So, there we sat. My sister, near naked, eating pizza and me enjoying her body with a raging erection that she took noticed of and commented about. Bizarre ruled and we laughed, talked small talk and ate the entire pizza, as we danced around sexual issues like we were a couple out on a date or something. The end was a near let down. Cassy announced she had things to do early the next day and got up to leave. I felt crushed. "Oh Jake don't be so disappointed. This has been one of the most liberating and best times we've shared. Thank you." She said and stood up. Before I could say a word of protest, Cassy yawned and stretched, tightening her leg muscles and belly. When she finished she slipped two fingers inside the edge of her panties, pulled the material out slightly, giving me a flashing view of her bare mound and re-adjusted the material. I smiled weakly. "I hope you enjoyed it too." She added as she stepped towards me. I nodded my head, as she bent down cradling my face between her breasts and kissed the top of my head. I was stunned to silence. She held there briefly and gently rubbed her tits against my face before walking off. I heard her giggle softly as she neared the stairs. "God I'm such a cock teaser." She commented, almost under her breath. With those six words, she sent me crashing. And so, on that hot August night, I found myself unable to sleep. Chapter Two Saturday, 2AM "Jake? Jake, I can't sleep -- are you awake?" I heard Cassy ask softly in the darkness. "Me either." "Jake I'm so sorry for teasing you, really I am. I've been thinking about it since I left you in the living room." Her voice grew louder with each word and then the bump into my bed. I felt her hands reach down and find the sheet. Lifting it, she eased down and whispered, "Can I join you?" I said nothing, fearing she was going to fuck with me one last time. "Please Jake, I want to." She pleaded, and I felt the bare skin of her legs, as she slid onto the bed next to me. "Look, I know how wrong this is -- I mean it's really fucked up and we don't have to do anything but, I felt I owed you something." She added and reclined, resting on one elbow, facing me. Her perfume was intoxicating. The heat from her body was like an open oven door and my heart pounded so hard I was sure she could hear it. Her legs weren't the only things bare -- she was stark naked! "Cassy, please - you're my sister, what are you..." "Who's to know Jake? I got really wet tonight. Tell me you didn't want to touch me. Tell me Jake that you didn't want to know what it feels like. Tell me you don't want me to suck on your..." "Jesus Cassy, are you insane! Fuck, you are hot I admit it but -- but this?" "Whatever Jake, I'm fucking horny and I know you must be too." Cassy replied and I felt her fingers slide down my belly, sending an involuntary spasm through me. They paused briefly and then she plunged her hand into my boxers. "God I knew it would feel good. It feels good right Jake?" She whispered, sliding her fingers up and down on my shaft. My answer was a long, low, groan and Cassy giggled softly as she placed her head on my chest. "Does that mean I can stay?" She asked. I remained silent, wondering if my sister had lost her mind. Then, I lost mine and slid over, giving her more room. I rolled on my side and faced my sister. Our noses touched, when she lifted her face. Extending her tongue, she, lightly, licked my lips. "I'm really wet Jake, touch me -- please Jake." She said softly, urgently, and raised her leg, opening the gateway. Still silent, I felt Cassy grab my hand and placed it on her bare hip, holding and, yet, not holding it there. She waited. Without any sign of stopping me, Cassy let my hand slide away to gently trail my fingers down - across her belly. The quiver that went through her felt delicious. "Jake, that feels so good, please don't stop." She whispered breathlessly. I grew to full hardness in her hand. She shifted her grip, lightly clutching my penis just under the, blood filled, sensitive ridge and gasped, surprised at what she felt. "My God your girl friend must love the hell out of you!" She said, excitedly. "Cassy, I've never..." "Oh you have got to be so shitting me Jake! She has no idea how big you are?" My sister giggled out, pulling away from my face. I knew she was staring at me in the darkness, as she squeezed my dick for good measure. I clamped my eyes closed, praying to God that this would end. I didn't care if she was fucking with me -- it wasn't right. I wanted to speak, to tell her that she had to go but... "Jake, what are you waiting for?" She said softly and gripped my wrist - the wrist of the hand that was lightly rubbing her belly, in ever lowering circles. "Jaaake, please." She pleaded and applied pressure, forcing my hand lower. With her gentle urging, my fingers slid down, dropping only to rise up onto the soft flesh of her mound. She groaned. "A -- a little farther, just a little Jake." I groaned when I felt my middle finger slide between her pussy lips and Cassy cried out, "Yes -- oh God yes - there Jake, right there!" My hand shook, under Cassy's grip -- a grip she wasn't releasing. Gentle urging plunged my middle finger deep within in her slit to the wet abyss she spoke of. I curled my middle finger, feeling the muscular upper surface of her vagina. My thumb rested on her clit and she dug her fingernails into my wrist. "Don't move, don't fucking move your hand!" She cried out. With the urgent warning, Cassy dropped her leg, resting it on top of my hip. Still clutching my wrist tightly, she began to thrust her pelvis towards me. She moaned louder each time, as she humped my hand -- wildly! Cassy climaxed, humping the hand she'd forced to her pussy. She climaxed hard, or it seemed to me, not that I was any expert. "Jesus Jake, I've never cum way before. What was that? I mean was I that horny - was it because you did it -- man oh man, I want that to happen every time." She moaned out. "We're in real trouble if it was because I did it." I replied nervously, forgetting for the moment I too had an urgent need. "Yeah, no shit." Cassy answered back, releasing my penis, and rolled off the bed. Lying there, in the dark, I heard Cassy's footsteps fading, as my heart thumped heavily in my chest. I throbbed with unreleased passion. She'd done it again, only this time she'd gone too far. Just as I was about to scream out, Cassy opened my door and silhouetted herself in the doorway. I saw her pause and then turn back towards me. "Heaven help us Jake, I think it was you." She whispered out and closed my door softly. I closed my eyes and stifled the scream welling up in my throat. I did the only thing left to do and cursed my sister. Chapter Three Saturday, 8AM Thankfully, the next day nothing pressing was scheduled. I had time to think. As good as the shower felt, hot and steamy, I felt the coldness of dread wash through me time after time. We had done the unthinkable and there was no way to undo it. When I finally started down the stairs I tarried for a minute, listening. The house was quiet and I raise my head and mumbled thank you, to just who I wasn't quite sure. I made my way down slowly and stepped into the kitchen, only to find my sister sitting comfortably at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee. Hearing me approach, she lowered the paper she was reading and smiled warmly at me. "Coffee Jake?" I nodded and she eagerly got up and poured the cup. "God I slept so good -- what about you?" She asked, setting down my cup. As an after thought, she gently touched my cheek with her hand and I flinched, giving her a disdainful look. "Jake - what's wrong?" The concern in her voice would have been comical had it not hurt me, as much as it did. I answered that I was fine and picked up my coffee. Cassy was dressed in her housecoat, a tattered rag of comfort, and I watched her take her seat once again. Following a curious look, Cassy returned to her paper. "Cassy, what the hell was that about last night?" I finally asked, interrupting her reading. "Ah, so you're pissed -- is that it? I told you I felt I owed you something, remember?" She replied, after slowly lowering the paper. I held my tongue briefly, not wanting to scream at her and through gritted teeth I said, "Owed me something? Seems to me the only one that got anything last night was you!" "Man, like excuse me! Seems to me you had your hand where damn few guys have ever been -- right? Look, I know it was wrong, bizarre even, but no one but you and I know and never will. Besides it's not like you'd ever want to do it again right?" "NO -- I mean no, no I wouldn't...You either, right - a one time thing." I replied, a bit on the terse side, growing exasperated with the conversation. She laughed and it made me uneasy. Her eyes never left mine as she picked up her coffee cup. Just before tipping it she replied, "No, at least I don't think so. I doubt those circumstances would ever happen again." Her words hit me hard. They weren't the positive words I expected. Instead, they were open ended, as if she still, perhaps, entertained the idea. I stared into Cassy's eyes, trying to read her mind. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, sparkling almost and behind the coffee cup she held, I saw a grin forming. I wanted to speak. I wanted to put an end to the dangerous game but could find no words. I took another sip of coffee instead, apparently giving Cassy the opening she wanted. "Look, all I'm saying is that even if you were sitting there with a raging boner it's not like I'd just push my panties down and jump on it -- or give you a blow job or anything. That would be way sick, right? And just how many times do you think you're going to catch me butt naked anyway?" She replied with a casualness I found, all too, alarming. Our little dance around a mythical sexual relationship was having an affect. An effect I felt she wanted and I squirmed in my chair. Cassy lowered her cup unveiling a broad smile and winked at me. "Jake, are you getting a bon..." "Cassy, for God's sake, are you nuts!" I responded, suddenly feeling my cock make the jump to full erection. She calmed some at my comment but, there was no mistaking the look in her eyes, it was lust. I wanted to leave the room - run even, escaping the room and the conversation, but I froze in my chair. "You were wonderful last night, you know that right? I was just thinking that after what you did for me last night the least I could do for you would be..." "Cassy, that's not what you just said!" I cried out and started to stand. She grabbed my arm, stopping me. Her eyes dropped to my crotch. A Weekend with Cassy "Yeah well, you denied it too - but that's not what I see Jake." She answered back, grinning. "Huh? What are you suggesting..." I began to stammer out, quickly reseating myself. "Suggesting? Hell Jake, that looks like a certifiable stiffy to me. Any bigger and it would popping out but, you're gonna sit there and deny what you really feel. Am I right?" I dropped my eyes and then my head, ashamed -- excited and confused. My mind raced, unable to combat what she said. Finally I spoke, "No." "Jake, I'm not fucking with you. I meant what I said last night - before I left your room. I think I came so hard because of you, remember?" She replied softly. I nodded my head, feeling Cassy's hand tighten on my arm. "Jake? Hey, it's okay, it's still between you and me. No one will ever know but I want -- no need, need to know Jake, I really do - and I don't care how fucked up it is, understand?" Cassy added, her voice growing softer, with a hint of real lust thrown in. Perhaps it was what she said. Perhaps, it was that hint of lust I heard in her voice. Perhaps, I just wanted it so bad I couldn't stand it any longer but no matter the reason, I found myself standing, letting Cassy touch my erection. The ache in my loins was instant and overwhelming. It was too much. It was too much for a morning conversation or any conversation, for that matter -- I had to leave. Cassy's fingers trailed off my cock and she made no effort to stop me. There was no call out for me to stay, no hasty running after me -- nothing, which made me happy. In a matter of minutes, I dressed and made determined tracks for the front door. I knew staying in the house would be disastrous. My mind whirled from the kitchen conversation and I had no clue how to take any of it. "How could one simple accident create...What - it was incest right?" I mumbled opening the door and walked out. I needed time alone, to think and regroup. I recall thinking that Cassy needed time too. Surely, this thing would end - with a little time. Her words echoed in my mind, "I think it was because of you." Jesus, I swore silently to myself. I had no idea where to go or where to turn. The lure my sister had placed in front of me was attractive. Like a hungry fish guarding the nest, the temptation to strike was far greater than the urge not to. Hours later, I found myself comparing my return to that of large Northern or Musky, leaping from the water to grab the bait in mid- air. Hooked! Chapter Four Saturday, 5 PM "Hey sis, I'm back -- you mad at me?" I called out, entering the front door. There was no response. Cassy was gone and I'll admit to a major let down. I'd spent hours thinking and finally steeled myself against the inevitable. What I was hoping for, exactly, I'd really had no clue about but, it wasn't what I received -- silence. I was amazed, I felt dejected, put down as if what had happened earlier meant nothing to her. Cursing, I purposely slammed the front door closed. My disappointment -- no anger really, nearly caused me to miss the note on the coffee table. I snatched up the tablet and read the words. "Jake -- know you're confused and I feel responsible. Went out for a while, be back around seven or so. Love you, Cassy." I felt marginally better after reading the note. At least I knew she was thinking about me. I walked up stairs, feeling like I needed to shower, or something. I never made it to the bathroom. Cassy's room became a magnet, drawing me before I could pass it up. Perhaps you can relate to what I'm about to say. Walking into someone else's room, when they're not there, is like an invasion -- I felt it immediately, and yet I continued. I wanted to know what drove her, what was in her mind. On the surface, nothing jumped out. She was obviously a fan of this one and that one -- posters on the walls. Pictures of friends, male and female covered her dresser mirror. Cards, stickers and other memorabilia covered other areas of the mirror. Nothing seemed unusual from what I could see and that fact drove me on. What I saw was all surface -- what was underneath? I wondered and walked over to her dresser. The drawers of the dresser offered nothing, only clothing. Christ you dumb shit, she wouldn't hide anything where mom would find it easily! I thought and began a new search. My curiosity heightened and I felt eager, ready for the chase. Invasion or not I was determined to make a discovery -- any discovery that would explain what was happening between us. I quickly learned that being exuberant wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. That feeling - that emotion, will die quickly when not fed. I found my self in just such a state some time later, after finding nothing. Slowly, it began to dawn on me that being in that heightened state I may have overlooked something, something so obvious that anyone (like mom) would over look it too. I renewed my search in a more casual, deliberate, frame of mind. I began to notice things that, on the surface, said one thing and yet...There it was - the pictures on her mirror! Oh, they were all friends, I knew that much, but it wasn't that, they were all brother and sister pictures! I eased down and sat back, resting on my hands on her bed, thinking. That light bulb of sudden thought illuminated and I turned to look at the very bed I sat on. I hadn't bothered before and quickly jumped up. I picked up the mattress and looked underneath -- nothing. I started to think I was just plain crazy and eased the mattress back down. She's not a guy, I thought and I smiled. Dropping down to my knees, I bent to look underneath, at the box spring. There it was - a small slit between the supports. The weight of something pushing the thin cover material down caught my eye. I reached under and withdrew a single magazine. The headline article, printed across the cover, read, 'Incest -- Taboo or a Way of Life!' and the front cover spread displayed a young couple in an act of sexual coupling. I turned and sank back against the side of her bed. The first thought to cross my mind -- it was no accident. Cassy had left the bathroom door unlocked. She was waiting for just that interaction. No scream! No cursing! No get the fuck out -- nothing but her and I staring at one another! She planed it, she waited...My God how long had she...My thoughts were racing, when Cassy walked into the room. The time had flew by and she took by surprise when she entered. "Ahem...Getting a little brave aren't we - just what are you doing Jake?" She asked, with no, apparent, anger in her voice. "Cassy, you planned what happened -- I know it!" I replied, wide eyed, holding up the magazine. "Maybe but then all you have is a magazine I got from a girlfriend...What's your point Jake?" "Jesus Cassy..." "Oh now you're suddenly religious Jake? What -- don't look at me that way! You enjoyed the hell out of last night - I know you did, don't be so damn smug. You'd fuck me in a heart beat and I know that too -- tell me I'm wrong Jake." She retorted, crossing her arms and took a stern stance. My arm, holding the magazine, went limp and it dropped to the floor. I wasn't looking at Cassy anymore. I stared blankly at the wall, next to her. "No, you're not wrong." I mumbled out. "I thought not, besides as I said -- who's to know Jake? I damn sure won't be screaming it from the roof top and what about you?" Cassy commented, sounding a bit softer in tone. I felt sure the question was rhetorical and never answered. Cassy took slow, measured strides towards me, as she spoke. "Look, maybe you should leave -- you know, get your shit together, take shower or whatever. I'll pick up and we can talk a little later." She finished and came to a stop directly in front of me, extending her arm and hand. I clasped her hand and she tugged, helping me up. We were face to face and I watched a smile creep across her lips. With her free hand, she cupped my face and drew me towards her lips. There was no resistance from me, I felt limp, like a rag doll. Call it what you like, static electricity -- love shock -- whatever, all I know as our lips came together I heard and felt the snap. Cassy closed the distance between us immediately and hungrily, pressing against me tightly, searching with her tongue. When we parted, our eyes locked onto each other's. "Now that's what I meant about last night Jake -- it was you! I know you felt what I did." My sister whispered out in a husky voice, as her eyes searched deep into mine. My answer was there for her to see, there was no denying -- no lying that would ever convince her otherwise. "I -- I better go." I stammered out. Cassy made sure my passing meant rubbing against her and she held my hand until our arms fully extended. Finally, she released me and I felt her eyes drilling into the back of my head, as I walked towards the door. A question suddenly dawned on me and I stopped, just as I grabbed the doorknob, and turned back towards her. "Cassy -- what if we can't stop?" I asked. "Can't? You mean don't want to -- right? Interesting Jake, very interesting, guess we'll just have to play that one by ear." She replied and smiled broadly. I walked out and closed the door. Chapter Five Saturday, 7:30PM I felt let down for the second time that day, as I showered. I would have bet anything that my sister would show up and join me. She didn't. The shower was uneventful, except for the brief erection when contemplating washing Cassy's luscious body. In fact, I neared the point of dismissing the entire night, feeling my intrusion into her private life had squelched any hope of being with her. Strangely, that sent a pang of longing through me I would have never believed possible. At nine, I stood in the kitchen, feeling hungry and yet not. It was that continued feeling from before, eating away at me. Preoccupied in the thought, staring into the open refrigerator door, I failed hear Cassy's approach. Her warm, soft, arms wrapped around my mid section and she me hugged me tightly. I felt her bare breasts press into my back and I shivered. "Been waiting for you." She whispered softly and then she kissed me between my shoulder blades. Goose bumps rose on my arms when she used her tongue to trail wet lines across the top of my back. Gently she massaged my stomach with her fingers. The refrigerator door was still open. She pulled away slightly, asking, "Are you hungry Jake? I have something you can eat." in a sultry voice, as she dipped her fingers into the waistband of my terry cloth hip wrap. I forced a turn, closing the door to the refrigerator, and found my sister, totally, nude. Cassy wasn't looking up at me, she was looking down, watching as my cock hardened, lifting the material. "Humm, you are hungry -- me too." She commented, unsnapping my hip wrap. It fell to the floor and Cassy sighed, seeing my cock thicken and stand to attention for her. Without saying another word, Cassy grasped my hand and turned to lead me off. My cock, heavy with blood, bounced and wiggled behind her, occasionally touching her lower back and bare ass as we moved off into the living room. Cassy had the room softly lit and an area cleared near the fireplace. A soft blanket, pillows and other things waited for us, including wine. "Wine Cassy? Where did you get..." I started to ask before feeling the question totally absurd, given the circumstances. "A friend." She replied, releasing my hand and whirled around lightly, letting her tits bounce and sway hypnotically in front of me. "Shhh -- just enjoy this Jack." She said, placing her fingers lightly on my lips. Before I could respond, she dropped to rest on her knees in front of me and poured two glasses of red wine from the bottle. I waited in silence, watching. When she finished, she handed me my glass, Geisha style, with arms up and head down. I took the glass and she raised her head, smiling. Before she took her own glass, her hand grasped my stiff cock and she rose up to slide her, pursed, lips over my cock head. Her lips left my sensitive head wet and glistening. Still holding me firmly, she reached for her glass and bent my cock down, just enough to immerse the head into her glass. Lowering her wine glass, she sucked me in one last time, slurping off the wine. When she released me, my cock popped up stiffly and wiggled in the air in front of her face, causing her to grin. Returning to her calves, she patted the blanket. "You can join me, you already know I don't bite." She said easily and sipped on her wine, watching. I felt my legs buckle, as I started down, and landed hard on my knees. She laughed softly and reached to steady me before I toppled over. "Relax, it's okay, we have all night. All I want is hot, nasty, sex." She commented casually and stared into my eyes, looking for an effect. She got one. My immediate reaction was to snort, sending a spray of wine out into the fireplace, after turning my head quickly. "Jesus Jake!" She cried out, taken back my reaction and then laughed heartily. "Wow, I don't know what I was expecting but, not that." She added, reaching out to cup my face cheek. I grinned sheepishly and took another sip of wine, managing to swallow it this time. Cassy set her glass down on the fireplace hearth and turned back towards me. "I want you to play with my tits but, you can't touch me. You can only use your lips, your tongue and if you are really careful -- your teeth. No hands Jake -- I mean it!" She said, rising up on her knees, closing the gap between us. I set my glass down and didn't say a word. I eased down onto my calves, placing Cassy's breasts directly in front of my face. It took only a slight bend at the waist to suck in one hardened nipple. I felt the ridges and licked her hard button. Cassy moaned and then groaned as I pulled off, tugging with my lips. "Yes! That's it Jake, use your mouth." She gasped out. I turn slightly, bending more, and licked the line of flesh where her breast mound met her chest. Keeping my tongue in motion, I moved up the fleshy curve to flick her nipple playfully with my tongue. Cassy grabbed my shoulders and held on, steadying herself against my attentions. Bouncing her nipple off my tongue repeatedly, I quickly sucked it in, wrapping my lips around as much meaty flesh of her breast as I could, sucking hard. "Oh God Jake -- suck me, suck me hard!" She cried out, starting to tremble. I pulled off her nipple, stretching it out with a prolonged sucking action. Her out cry had me going and I ignored her rules. I clutched her left breast with my hand and turned my head to work on her right breast, as I squeezed the left. Cassy didn't complain. When I finished with the right I grabbed it too, squeezing, and repeatedly sucked her nipples -- back and forth -- until she cried out for me to stop. Releasing her hold on me, she slumped back down, breathing in a raspy, hard, sort of way. She said nothing and picked up her glass. Her eyes met mine, as she held her glass up, "Salute brother, you are fucking amazing!" I grabbed my glass and we clinked, looking into each other's eyes. It was a lustful, long, gaze, before we finally set the glasses back down. "My turn." She said in a sultry voice and moved off to the side. With eye movement and hand contact, Cassy urged me to lie down. "I loved watching you get hard. It's really a turn on for a woman." She whispered, as I settled down onto the blanket. Before I'd fully settled, Cassy had my cock in hand. I watched as she closed her eyes and rubbed my stiff shaft on her face. When she opened her eyes, she was all business. I jumped when she gripped my balls with her free hand and then gasped out, loudly, when my cock head disappeared between her lips. Her grip on my testicles varied between pleasure and a moderate, aching, pain, as she played with them. Her lips were all pleasure. She took me in to the point of gagging, repeatedly, and followed her lip movement by rotating up and down with the hand that held me. When my belly started to heave and my hips rose, she backed off, pulling her lips from my shaft. "Oh, no way mister, you won't get off that easy -- not by a long shot!" She said, grinning. My cock was throbbing, wanting release but Cassy offered only the glass of wine I had held. "I believe it's your turn." She said after a prolonged sip from her glass, winking at me. I felt certain the lust in my eyes had to have matched hers, we smiled at each other and I knew this would be a night to remember. A brief bit of small talk and a couple of short sips later, I set my glass down and straddled my sister, rotating and easing down, I presented her with my brown eye and parted her legs. Her labia, wet with the earlier excitement, opened as I parted her legs, exposing the inner folds of the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen. Like the rippling, pink, petals of a Rose they opened a gateway to her vagina. At the top most junction her rubbery, hard, button quivered. Her clit was ready -- begging for attention and I wasn't about to disappoint it or her. My first tongue rake across her clit sent her hips flying upwards. "Eeeyow! Holy shit, I'm sensitive! God, easy Jake, easy." She cried out. I resumed, gently sucking that fabulous button between my lips and heard only groaning afterwards. My sister's hands gripped my ass cheeks, pushing me forward with each tongue lick. I used her hand and arm motion as a meter, sucking and licking to the tempo she sent through my ass. We may not have been experienced lovers, knowledgeable in all aspects of fucking, if you like but, we made up for it in enthusiasm. Constantly readjusting her tempo, I picked up on Cassy's desires and found myself taking long licking strokes through her slit, burying my tongue as deep as I could and feeling jealous about where my fingers had been the night before. I wanted to get deeper. Cassy's hips rose with every new tongue draw through her wet slit and she cried out softly each time I sought out her clit. She had long stopped her hand pushing and had pulled me back gradually, getting me into a position she could easily bring my stiff cock back into her mouth. When she drew my cock head between her lips, I pushed my arms through her legs and cupped her ass cheeks, raising her hips. It was perfect. I focused on her clit, as she sucked, slurped and nibbled on my sensitive cock. Toying with her rectum, I felt the spittle and pussy juice running down her ass crack and pushed a finger inside. Cassy lurched up with her hips, a muffled out cry escaped her lips, and she renewed her eager sucking on my penis. A crescendo built between us. The pressure in my loins seemed to be matching Cassy's rapid leg shaking and ragged breathing. Suddenly, without warning, Cassy bucked hard, dislodging my hold on her and released my penis. "Fuck I'm so close Jake -- I want you inside me!" She cried out, as she rolled quickly, sending me falling to the side. Seconds later she mounted me, straddling my hips. My head swam with the effects of wine and the rapid overturn. Before I realized, Cassy sat on top of me, holding my penis in position. Bending her neck, she guided my cock head and we watched it part her labia and then disappear. I groaned loudly, feeling the tightness of her vagina, trying not to cum immediately. With a wild-eyed look, Cassy placed her hands on my belly and eased down, burying my penis and screamed out with surprise. "Holy shit Jake!" I reached up and gripped her breasts, as Cassy thrust hard with her hips, keeping my cock deep inside her. The first one sent a deep shudder coursing through her; On the second, she closed her eyes and swore under her breath; The third time, following a "war whoop", she rose up, dug her fingers into my belly and slammed down hard, driving her pelvis hard and rapid into mine. A Weekend with Cassy I exploded inside my sister. I felt sure the top part of cock blew off with the force of my first ejaculation. Cassy screamed and came with me. My cock repeatedly knocked on the door to Cassy's uterus, driving her near insane, as I pumped more and more cum inside her. Her arms weakened and slowly she dropped down, dropping her head on my chest. After shocks set in and sporadically I lurched with my hips, driving my penis in and shaking in the last throws of climax. Cassy clutched my sides, holding tight, unwilling to be bucked off. Mumbling and moaning out my name over and over, she remained on top until my cock shriveled. With a grunt and forceful pelvic push, she shoved my, spent, penis from her vagina. "My God, what a ride -- I can't stop quivering." She whispered. I rolled and slowly eased her onto the blanket. There was no protest, only a prolonged sigh of contentment. "Cassy -- sis..." I whispered back and received nothing in return. Small belly spasms and leg twitches told me she was relaxed and going out. I kissed her forehead and wrapped my arm around her. Moments later, I too felt the urge to close my eyes and relax. Chapter Six Sunday, 8:00AM A noise wakened me. There was nothing startling about it and I stretched, languishing with the great feeling of tensing and relaxing body muscles. Rubbing my face, scratching my arms, my belly and testicles, I woke slowly and finally realized I wasn't in my bed. Recalling the night before, I reached for Cassy -- she was gone. My stomach muscles tightened and I sat bolt upright, wide eyed. My sense of smell took over, easing the initial fear I felt and I raised my head, sniffing like an animal. The cobwebs were clearing and my sense of hearing tuned in on the smaller sounds of the house. Cassy was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast and I smiled. Throwing off the blanket, I got up and headed towards the sounds and smells of the kitchen. You might think I would have been contentious about my nudity -- I wasn't. I strolled into the kitchen naked as the day I was born. I found Cassy equally as naked, except for one thing -- she wore an apron, the type with the neck strap and small bodice. Her bare ass wiggled as she worked the spatula, unaware I stood in the doorway watching her. "Morning." I called out, surprising her. "Oh shit -- hi, I mean good morning!" She cried out in a bubbly voice, jerking her head around to smile at me. "How's the worlds best brother/lover?" She added, giving me a wink and somehow managing to keep the spatula moving. "Great and way hungry. I can't believe you're doing this, by the way I love the apron." I answered back, stepping into the kitchen. "Thank you, I wore it just for you!" She replied, setting down the spatula and turned down the stove. "I've taken a shower already and breakfast will be a few minutes so if you want to jump in go ahead." She added, walking up to me. Before I could respond, she wrapped her arms around me and found my lips. Her tongue danced with mine and we parted, slightly, breathless. "I love what you're wearing too." She whispered and curled her fingers around my shaft. "Last night was more than I could have ever hoped for Jake, thank you. Hey, if you could wake up to this every morning -- would you mind?" She added, changing from sincere to silly, and did a pirouette, sending her breasts into a right-left swinging motion. The vision was beautiful and glorious. I tried to answer and choked, as her question took me completely off guard. My rising penis told her everything she wanted to know. "Go -- get out of here and take a shower, we have another full day and I'm all yours." She giggled and slapped my bare ass when I turned. "Oh, your eggs -- how do you..." She began to add. "Scrambled please!" I called back, answering the obvious. "Got it and would that be with a side of pussy or a piece of ass?" She responded, laughing immediately afterward. Not to be out done, I stopped -- thought a second and finally answered, "Maple syrup on pussy and whip creamed ass please! Hold the nuts." I heard her giggle and moved off towards the shower. I mentioned bizarre earlier remember? It was far more than that -- much, much deeper than mire bizarre. Worse, I was enjoying it far too much. Two things happened as I showered. The first, was a worried notion recalling Cassy's words about seeing her naked every morning. The second was an undeniable fantasy of returning to the kitchen and finding her prone on the table, maple syrup dripping from her pussy lips and a white squiggle of whipped cream running through her ass crack. Emerging from the shower hard and smiling, I dried off and wrapped the towel around me. Hunger had set in for good. Cassy heard my approach and called out before I made the kitchen. "You'd better be fucking naked or I'm ripping your clothes off!" I stopped, just before the doorway, and pulled my towel off. Thrusting my hips out, I let my, now, semi-hard cock protrude into the doorway and answered her. "This okay?" "Oh yeah!" She replied and I peaked around the corner, grinning. Cassy stood naked, next to the table with hands on my chair. "Your table is ready sir. Would like coffee, tea or..." I stepped around the corner, letting my dick lead the way. Cassy watched every bounce and every wiggle of my shaft, as she moistened her lips with her tongue. "The third one sounds very intriguing -- just how would that be served?" I asked, strolling up to the table. "Oh for you...very, very rare and naked, I think." She replied, watching me take my seat. Okay, here's that bizarre thing again -- I've never ate a meal (breakfast or any other) naked, let alone with someone who was also naked. Not withstanding what we'd already done, that was as BIZARRE as it gets - for me anyway. I can well imagine a married couple performing this act, at least once or twice in their relationship but, I'm not married and the naked person -- woman, sitting next to me was my sister. I doubt I have ever dropped so much food in my life. Our conversation was amazingly light, full of laughter and hints of sex, yet to come. I started dropping my eggs early on, somehow not quite making my mouth with the fork or turning my head due to something Cassy did, or said. She laughed, giggled and gave me those damn dick-hardening looks -- you know the coy little eye contact looks, as she playfully rubbed a nipple, or jiggled her breasts, as she ate. More maddening were the touches when she wanted to make a point or express an important idea. Without a faltering move with her fork hand, she would place her free on my thigh and rub it lightly, always making some contact with my erection. Apparently that took a toll on her. "Hey, what's the longest you've ever remained hard anyway?" She finally asked, holding her fork just shy of her mouth. "Since you or before you?" I quipped, dropping a sausage. "Never mind, I'm just amazed is all...and flattered." She replied with a pause and gave me that coy look again. Damn it! "Hey, I feel like sunning for a while -- care to join me?" She asked, changing the subject, as she clutched my thigh again. "I -- Yeeeow, would love to!" I cried out when her fingers wrapped over my sensitive cock head. With a light squeeze, Cassy eased her chair back, smiling. "Good." She answered back and picked up her plate. Her next move was a deliberate, calculated move, as she bent slightly placing one hardened nipple against my lips and reached for my plate. "I'm hoping my dear, well hung, brother might be willing to massage his sister. You know real thorough, outside and inside?" She added, making her voice rise slightly when she posed the question and raised one eyebrow. My answer was a quick, open mouthed, suck in of her nipple and as much tit as I could inhale. She dropped my plate and grabbed my shoulder, steadying herself, letting me suck long and hard. "God you get me so wet Jake!" She said with a rapid intake of breath. I released her and smiled back, feeling a bit smug for some reason. Cassy re-grabbed my plate, taking a long look at my exposed erection and sighed before turning for the sink. "Want help with the dishes?" I asked, sliding my chair out. Cassy started to answer but gasped instead, as I placed my cock into the crack of her ass and pressed in to hug her. Grabbing both tits, I rested my chin on her shoulder and whispered, "It could be a lot of fun." into her ear. She arched her back slightly, pressing her, tight, ass backward and wiggled it. "Is that a yes?" I asked, squeezing her breasts and pushing my pelvis in harder to match her push. "Yes." She whispered and bent over the sink, spreading her feet. I eased away and felt between her legs -- she was soaked. My touch made her legs quiver and I smiled to myself. "God, show me what it feels like again Jake -- please." She added in a soft moan. Grabbing my cock, I bent my knees and slid my hard dick between her pussy lips. Cassy gasped again, clutching at the sink and counter. Backing out, I used my hand to press my cock upwards, letting my cock head find her sweet hole and then pressed in -- slowly and deliberately, as she had done earlier. Cassy rose up on her toes, squealing, as my cock filled her vagina. "Oh God -- God Jake, I can't believe how fucking good your cock feels!" and she suddenly dropped down, fully impaling herself. She was right -- absolutely, one hundred percent right. It did feel good. It felt tight, like every bump, ridge, enlarged vein and roll of skin was meant to fill her vagina. Even the length was perfect. I felt the muscular mass of her uterus again and quivered. We stood there, unmoving, enjoying the intensity of our coupling for several moments. Slowly, very slowly -- Cassy reached out and started to fill the sink. I let her movements dictate how we inter-acted, sexually, it was the perfect thing to do. Somehow, she kept me in constant contact with her uterus, using simple pelvic movements. When the water was ready, she grabbed my hands and together we washed the plates, cups and glasses doing our coupled dance. Nearing the end, Cassy forced her head back against my chest and whispered out, "Man, oh man Jake -- do you know how hard it's going to be to do dishes alone after this? You know what I'm going to be thinking about -- right?" "Yeah I do...You want to take this all the way?" I answered back. "No baby, not here -- not right now but, damn you feel good!" She cried out, clutching my hands to her tits. "Ease it out slowly Jake." She added and waited. When I'd extracted my cock, she turned into my chest, wrapping her arms around me and squeezed tightly. "Do I make you feel alive Jake? Alive and horny like you make me feel?" I tipped her face up, kissing her tenderly -- deeply and with as much passion as I knew how to. "Answer your question?" I asked, when we parted lips. "Umm, perfectly. Hey, that thing you did with your finger last night -- you know in my butt hole...I'd really like more, it felt awesome." Cassy replied grinning, giving me that look again. "God, you're going to make this impossible to ever stop aren't you?" "I don't think it's a simple as that Jake." I kissed her again and she slid by me, once again holding my hand until touch wasn't possible. For the first time I saw a hint of embarrassment on her face, followed by a very demur look. "I'll meet you out back." She said as she walked from the kitchen. Chapter Seven Sunday 10 AM Without hesitation, without a hint of embarrassment, I strolled out through the patio doors and stretched in the warm sunshine. The world never looked better and I don't recall ever having felt any better, at any point, in my life. I wasn't sure if it was the sex or the combination of sex and my sister but, I knew I was happy. The wait was longer than I anticipated and it gave me time to start thinking again. The thoughts came with a change in lighting. A single large cloud blocked out the sunlight and changed my thoughts in the process. I sat down in a patio table chair wondering the why and how of it all. When I was in Cassy's presence all I thought about was touching her. I was alone now and the entire situation started to bother me once again. That's how Cassy found me, limp dicked and mulling over what was happening. "I see you're thinking again. It was Alexis, my girl friend. She confided in me one day." She commented walking up to me. Cassy had read my mind. "But, how did you know what I was..." "We're twins silly! Anyway, it wasn't too hard to figure out." I grinned and watched Cassy place the lotions on the table and take a seat. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around my arm. "You okay?" She asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Yeah, yeah sure -- I was just wondering why, that's all." I replied. After a long pause, Cassy answered. "Like I said, it was Alexis. Guess she couldn't hold it in any longer. She's been having sex with her brother and was dying to tell someone -- I got picked." "What? No shit! How long?" I blurted out, totally, amazed. "More than year now, I guess. She said she caught him jerking off one day and couldn't help but watch him." Cassy answered back and then added, "Hey you want something to drink?" "Iced tea would be great -- I'll get it." "No, no relax, let me. I'll be right back." When Cassy rejoined me, I immediately started to talk. "So, she watched him jack-off and then what?" I asked, watching Cassy set down our glasses. "Well...what she told me was she that she did it several times before she had enough nerve to let him know she was watching. Guess it became a private joke between them. Anyway, she said her brother Glen started to wait -- you know, making sure she was there before he started. Then one day he asked her if she wanted to give him a hand job." "And she did it?" I asked before taking a drink, thoroughly engrossed it Cassy's tale. "Yeah. She told me she hesitated at first, worried about being caught and all but, she was really excited when she explained about making him cum the first time!" "No shit -- wow! Alexis and Glen, who would have ever..." I began and Cassy stopped me mid-sentence. "Whoa now, this is confidential -- you know that right?" I gave her a "duh!" sort of look and asked, "So she gave him a hand job and then what?" Cassy sighed and paused, unsure of how much more to say. Holding out her index finger she waggled it and said, "If you so much as breath even one word of what I'm going say, so help me Jake!" "What Alexis told me was that their parents left for the day, some three or four months later. She was showering and Glen walked in. She told me she was scared shitless at first and then laughed when he poked his boner inside the shower doors." Cassy started in again. I leaned back in my chair, grinning and enjoying the tale, as I sipped on iced tea. My cock made a successful return to full erection under Cassy's watchful eyes and she continued. "So what -- he jump in the shower and boned her?" I asked, unable to stop myself. Cassy laughed and slapped my arm. "God, that's so crass Jake! No, he didn't -- at least according to Alexis but, she did let him see her fully nude and I guess let him get away with more than that. She said it happened so fast and before she knew it he had his fingers in her pussy. What she told me was that he never got in but, she wanted to know what it felt like and let him finger fuck her." "So, was she..." "She said she was. Guess he shot cum all over her belly and the hand he was using on her. Shit I thought she was going to cum just telling me about it!" Cassy added. "So, let me get this straight. Alexis was standing in the shower getting her clit stroked and jerking Glen off?" "Yup, that's right. She said her knees buckled when she came and Glen grabbed her, helping her out of the shower. That's when they kissed the first time and Alexis said it was eerie. She wanted to fuck him right then and there." Cassy commented and reached out to rub the pre-cum oozing from my dick. "I see you're enjoying this." She added, smiling. "Hell, who wouldn't! SO - did they fuck or what?" I asked excitedly. "Yes, that night...She was a virgin and she told me Glen was so gentle. They went down to the lake and Glen popped her cherry. They've been fucking ever since. According Alexis she can hardly wait until school is out any more. Glen always picks her up and I imagine you can guess what they do before they get home." Cassy related, answering me. "Fuck?" I asked and received a hard whack for the lip service. "Smart ass!" I grinned and stood up, wiggling my dick for Cassy's benefit. Cassy's, earlier, comment got me to wondering about her and I. Apparently the look on my face and my pause over her last words alerted her. "I don't know Jake." She said before I could comment anything and placed both hands around my cock. Her touch sent a shock wave of excitement through me and I stepped closer. She got the hint and slipped my penis into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down briefly, before she stopped and looked up at me. "We do have an advantage over Alexis and Glen." She said and paused to take another slow slurping suck. "Mom and dad are down stairs in the master and they never come into my room. What about yours?" She asked, pulling off once again. "Not really." I answered with a slight quiver to my voice. Cassy's response was to move one hand and take in as much of my cock as she could. Slowly, she pulled off, sucking it hard as she did so. "So, that means we could slip into each other's rooms. I mean I do my own laundry and if we make a mess so what? I wouldn't mind an occasional fuck in your car but not like Alexis and Glen have to do it. And hey, why am I sucking on this thing? You are suppose to be giving me a massage!" Cassy commented, giving my penis one last smooch and stood up. "Yeah, what about me? I don't do my laundry, mom does." I stated watching Cassy's bare ass saunter over to the lounge chair. "Like she hasn't seen your wet dream messes before." Cassy answered flatly, as she eased herself down on the long chair. "I'm ready here -- anytime you want to lug that big dick of yours over here!" I hunched my shoulders in an admission of fact. She was right. I was sure of it -- or reasonably anyway. Grabbing the lotion, I moved to Cassy's side. Popping the cap, I stood over her and dribbled lotion across her back and then down across both bare ass cheeks and her legs. "Oh, you shit!" She screamed out when the cool lotion first hit her. "Sorry!" "Liar! You did that on purpose...sorry about the wet dream comment but, it's true right?" She replied and then giggled. I worked the lotion in, across her entire backside before getting down to business. Cassy rested her chin on her crossed arms, moaning and groaning, as I worked in the lotion on her back. "Feels wonderful, I may hire you fulltime." She mumbled, as I dropped to her legs. I was saving the best for last. Her feet and calves were next. With no hesitation, Cassy opened her legs when I started up her hamstring muscles. "Ooo God, that feels way good Jake." She said softly and I believed her, as each time I approached her ass she raised it slightly. Selecting her left ass cheek I started in kneading her firm muscles, keeping my right hand edged into her crack. Cassy squirmed and giggled softly, raising her butt even higher and I took the opening, sliding my little finger into her rectum. "Oh shit, yeah -- yeah Jake, you remembered!" She cried out. "Yes I did my little love goddess." I answered back removing my little finger and replacing it with my middle finger. Cassy responded with a quick move. She arched her back, jutted her butt up and kept her head down, groaning.