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Between Siblings

By: Rose Faulkland



It was never intended to go this far. Neither of us could have predicted what was to transpire between us. Mikael and I have always had a very close, open relationship. Rarely do we ever act like the typical brother and sister who fight all the time and compete with each other. 

I love my brother and have always been a little protective of him. When he was little and fell down, skinning his knee, it was big sis to the rescue. When homework became more difficult as he progressed through school, it was I who helped him along. Though there is only two years between us, at times it feels more.

It probably didn’t help that our parents were not the most attentative. Don’t get me wrong; they were very loving and supportive. They provided for us as best they could. It’s just constant attention and seeing to our troubles was not one of the stronger traits.

I recognized this by the time Mikael was born, so I promised myself to give to him what Mom and Dad couldn’t. Even at that young age, I seemed to have the wisdom of the ages within me. So it was then that I became his closest friend, his confidant, the one he could turn to. 

It became commonplace for Mikael and I to stay up late at night in one or the other’s bedroom room talking. The topic of these discussions ranged from school to movies to really anything that captured our minds or that he had questions about.

Upon several occasions, he would ask me about relationships; about how to find a girlfriend, how to treat them, what to say or do, and so on - just your typical growing boy questions. I told him how I liked to be treated and made examples of my own life as well as my girlfriends to give various options.

I even taught him how to kiss. I know – not what a sister is supposed to do, but he has always been rather shy with girls. We even touched on sex a few times. Especially after he had his first wet dream. It was so cute, but that’s a story kept by a big sister. I’d never embarrass him by revealing that episode. 

He has grown to trust me. To feel free to come to me with his trouble and know that I will treat him with respect and give him a straight answer. He had tried talking to our parents about certain things, but usually hit a dead end there and came to me for resolution.

That’s why it didn’t faze me when he brought up a very sensitive subject. One that he desperately wanted answers for yet had no one he could turn to. Admittedly, I didn’t now if should have tackled it, but in my usual way, I took it on.

He came into my room long after I had gone to bed and gently woke me. This was not the norm. Usually he wakes me with such a jolt that I feel like killing him rather than helping him. This time he was gentle, careful not to startle me. He had wakened me like this before and remembering the conversations we had afterwards, I knew something was bothering him. I had to be sensitive.

“Rose” he whispered. I barely responded. “Rose – wake up please.”

Stirring a little, I struggled to open my eyes. “wha…what’s up?” I endeavored to say. He waited a few moments, gently stroking my arm, keeping my attention, while I tried to wake out of my deep sleep.

“I need to talk to you about something – it’s important” he softly spoke. I was coming to and was able to keep my eyes open long enough to see the lost look on his face. Now over the hump of slumber and beginning to regain my cognitive senses, I stretched and raised myself up with my hands until I was sitting upright.

Wiping the sleep from my eyes I yawned and shook off the rest of my drowsiness. Looking again at his face, I could tell this chat was going to be big – just not how big.

“What’s up Mikey? What’s wrong?” I questioned him. On any other night, I would have choked him for waking me up this late. But it was Saturday night and I didn’t have anything to do on Sunday so I could sleep in.

“How did your date go tonight with Stephanie?” I queried. By the lowering of his eyes and the sinking of his shoulders, I innocently discovered at least the subject matter of our impending conversation.

“She hates me!” he said. “I think I blew it big time.” He continued almost to the point of tears. He’s such a softy.

“What happened?” I asked and he proceeded to tell me how the date went. How it was nice in the early evening, the dinner and movie they took in and even the period of time they made out at the park. Everything was fine up to then by what I could tell. Then he dropped the bomb.

“We tried to do it tonight” he whispered. My eyes bugged out. NOT what I was expecting to hear coming from my little brother. Sure, he’s a cutie and any girl would be happy to have him as a boyfriend, but we’re still talking about my little brother.

He had my full attention now. He began to describe how he and Stephanie while making out at the park began to touch and fondle each other. He said that things started out slow and turned awkward quickly. 

Mikael swore that he did everything that we had talked about in that past about foreplay and trying to take his time, but he is still young and inexperienced. When he kinda glazed over the details about what they did together before trying to have sex, I was a little confused. By all accounts, if he did what he alluded to, she should have been so ready. But when he started to describe what her reaction was like during foreplay, it didn’t make sense.

I wanted to find out more because we have had some serious talks in the past where I did my best to describe just what girls want and need before having sex and he swore he did all that.

He was becoming a little upset so I had to calm him down. He really loved this girl and was so distraught thinking that he has ruined everything that it took some time to calm him down.

When he was able to speak calmly, I asked him to go through step by step and tell me exactly what he did. Perhaps I could find a mistake or something and point it out. He asked where to start, I figured to start from the making out and when the first person touched the other.

He told me about how they were at the park, lying on a blanket. It was dark and they were alone. They started to kiss and he told me how that went. Having kissed him before I knew he had nothing to worry about there.

“So who was the first to do something more than kiss Mike?” I asked.

“I was,” he replied, “I reached down and let my hand rest on her breast.”

“Did she like that?”

“Must have, because she pressed against my hand pretty good.”

Nothing wrong so far. He continued a little while on what he did to her breast as he felt her over her blouse. I caught myself stroking my own as he talked. I don’t think he saw because the only light in the room was that of the moon coming in through my open window. I quickly placed my hands in my lap as a conscience effort to not do it again.

Mikael continued on and told me how when he tried to go up under her blouse and bra, she seemed to stiffen up. I thought at first this might have been just nerves on her part, but the more he described, the more I understood that he was not doing it completely right.

He then rather rapidly went through the rest of the event like he was reciting a 5-minute speech in 10 seconds. All I got out of it was: stuck, pinch, hard and push. What they were related to I couldn’t honestly say but I knew they weren’t good.

From the sounds of it, his youthfulness probably got the best of him and he rushed through the rest of the foreplay. So again, I calmed him down and started to ask questions.

I got him to open up to me and describe in greater detail what he had said. It then became obvious that inexperience kicked in. He told me how he tried to go up under he blouse. He showed me using his hands in the air. From what I witnessed, he was doing it all wrong. I tried to show him what he could have tried using my hands in the air like a mime. It wasn’t getting to him though.

I tried several times, but between not being able to see in the darkness and his emotions, he was getting frustrated, as was I. I didn’t want him to go away mad or more confused.

What I did next was neither a conscience action nor well thought out. I took his hand and while telling him what to do, guided him up under my nightshirt and brought him to rest my own breast. When I placed his palm over my nipple, my hand covered his and began to massage my breast like it should be done. The whole time I was talking like an instructor.

Neither one of us realized what I had done. He was intent on listening to me and learning and I was desperately trying to save his self-confidence.

I continued to speak and it was when I said, “don’t overdue it on one breast,” then repositioning his hand over to the other I continued, “make sure you don’t forget there are two of them” that it dawned on me what I had done.

Perhaps it was the years of close chats and confiding in me that kept him ignorant of what was going on, but he was still so fixated on doing the right thing that I didn’t stop. 

I felt his hand now massaging me freely with mine only gently resting on his. I continued to speak in a quite tone, describing what some girls like to have done with their breasts. I’d mention one thing and he tried it. I’d suggest another and he attempted it as well.

With a soft voice, trying to hide the shake in it that was at least noticeable to me, I asked what happened after this with Stephanie.

“We lay down on the blanket and I kept feeling her breast then kissed some more,” he stated. Without a second thought, he lay me down on my bed as he described the scene. Wanting to still discover the errors he must have made to ruin the evening, I followed his lead.

As if he was in a trance, he described his actions and performed them simultaneously on me. I don’t think he realized that he was feeling up his sister. I must admit, he was very good thus far.

His hand turned away from my breasts and as he described what he did, like reading step-by-step instructions, he let it roam down my belly and paused there to rub gentle circles. 

I couldn’t help but coo a sigh of pleasure at him. It felt comforting. I so love my belly being rubbed.

After a moment there, his hand continued down until it lightly grazed over my pubic hairs. My body shivered with delight as he hovered there, barely touching me and tickling my hairs. He then let his hand come to rest on my sensitive mound and started to massage his fingers amongst the folds of my sex.

I closed my eyes, caught up in the bliss of the moment. His talking faded away as I drifted off into fantasy. There was nothing wrong with his skills to this point. None at all. I was thinking this as all of a sudden, I felt one of his fingers slip past the folds of my womanhood and enter the now moistened hall within.

My eyes opened wide and my body tensed up with the unexpected feeling down below. He noticed this and said, “that’s exactly what she did,” then started to pull away. Uncontrollably I grabbed his hand before he could pull all the way out and held him there. With his palm still covering my pussy and his finger dwelling inside, I held him there and said, “No! You didn’t hurt me!”

He looked at me puzzled. I could see the confusion.

“It felt wonderful Mike.” I soothed him. “That’s a natural reaction when something feels very – very good.” As I spoke to him, I felt my thighs wrap around his hand as I began to squeeze his finger from within. Holding him there, not wanting to let go, I lowered my legs and used my hands to signal him to continue with what he was doing.

“What happens after this Rose?” he asked. “This was really as far as we got.” With him still dancing with his finger, I pulled him down and began to kiss him tenderly about his face and brought my lips to his ear.

“You do more of it,” I whispered. With that he began to kiss me again while he, quite pleasantly, continued to work his fingers below. I was lost – Now I was in a trance. I could have and probably should have stopped right there. Sooner actually. But something was not letting me.

As I felt him press his finger deeper inside of me, and felt the warmth of his kisses on my lips, I spoke ever so softly into his ear once again. “Whatever you do to me, it will be fine.” I inhaled another breath then continued, “Just remember what we’ve talked about in the past. All the things I’ve said women love – just go slowly and tenderly.”

With that I fell into a deep state of tranquil passion. I began to forget who it was that was feeling me and kissing me. I was as lost in the moment as he was.

As the kissing continued, he did things to me with his fingers that I don’t remember telling him about. They drove me wild. I could feel my heart pounding from within. My breathing was shallow and quick. My hands combed through his dark wavy hair as my body wriggled to his touch.

He lay close to my side, with one arm under my neck while the other was busy entertaining me below. I could feel his hardness as he pressed it against my upper thigh. There is nothing more erotic to me than having a man rub himself against me in such ways. It sounds strange, but to feel an erection in other places than between my legs or in my mouth, is a sweet change of pace. Not to mention I think it takes a man’s courage to let his arousal be known in such ways.

We continued on and with all that was happening, I felt the familiar burn of an orgasm start to build. It’s possible that he sensed this, either that or it was just pure coincidence that he pulled his fingers away and slid his hand, glistening with my juice, up my side and cupped my breast once again.

This drove me crazy – I was mad that he didn’t finish me, but entranced by what he might do next. I didn’t think it would go much farther past this though. After all – he is my brother. The light petting session seemed harmless and oh so wonderful.

He then propped himself up and removed his t-shirt. I watched as my youthful, yet well built brother undressed in front of me. He didn’t stop there either. Next to go were the shorts he sleeps in, finally freeing his – well – impressive man hood. All I could do was stare at him. I was amazed at how delicious Mikael looked.

He then leaned over me and placing his hands on each side of me, shimmied up my sides, lifting my nightshirt up and off my reclined body. I lay there, in a pose reminiscent of a fine art model posing nude. My right knee slightly raised and bent over my left leg. One arm arched above my head with the other gently pressing and massaging my pelvic area.

Leaning over me, looking deep into my eyes, he lowered his lips to one of my erect nipples, taking the hardened flesh into his mouth and suckled on it. Instantly, the hand that was above my head came to rest on the back of his, pressing him onto my breast even further. My back arched slightly and my eyes closed tightly while I felt his tongue dance around my nipple and areola.

My other hand now found the new task of rubbing my clitoris, picking up where Mikael left off. I was ready. Ready for feel my climax by my brother’s doing. I was prepared for it and waiting anxiously.

Then I felt his body shift. One of his hands went down and pulled mine away from my aching sex. He took me by the wrist and brought it up near my head, leaning on it. Still suckling my breast, I hardly noticed his other movements. He gently opened my legs and shifted his position to lie hovering above my body.

I sensed the change and before I came out of my trance, the events of the evening raced through my mind. He came to me for advice. We talked for a while. I ended up showing him what girls like to have done. He fingered me to the point of bliss. He suckled on my breasts and that’s where I thought it might end. He took me to another level though. He took me beyond that of sister, beyond that of teacher. I wanted him now. I craved him.

And now I lay here, with my brother holding himself above me, his hardness pressing against my aroused sex – ready to feel him slip inside me. We pause – looking into each other’s eyes. Is he waiting for approval or is he having second thoughts.

I do not want him to stop now. Quite intentionally I lift my hips and feel his erection pop through the outer folds of my pussy and slip effortlessly into my body. He’s bigger than I anticipated, feeling a bit of a strain on the limits of my sex. His thickness stretching me near to the point of discomfort although ample amounts of my precious juices lubricate the way and allow him to slide in with moderate effort.

Our bodies meet and he lays there motionless. My hips adjust my position to allow as much of his girth to rest comfortably inside me. I swallow him up and then come to rest as he after wrapping my legs about his waist.

I feel his body tremble as he stares at me. A hint of insecurity is detectable in his eyes. Then something dawns on me that I hadn’t considered before now.

“Mikael?” I whisper. He continues to stare at me. I can tell he’s waiting for the question but is unable to speak.

“Am I your first?” I watch as the look in his eyes changes from that of insecurity to shame like. His arms begin to shake more and I can feel his heart racing.

“Am I your first Mikael?” I ask in the most comforting tone. He lowers his eyes and nods a nervous yes.

With that answer, I tighten the hug my legs have on him, wrap my arms about his neck pulling him down onto me fully allowing the weight of his body to rest on mine and slowly begin to shift my hips about, pulsing my body in a lover’s rhythm.

I bring my lips to his ear and whisper “Thank you for giving me this precious gift. Make love to me Mikael”.

Through the gentle gyrations of my own body, I can feel his begin to answer in sync. With his head buried on my shoulder and my body hugging his, he starts to waken his own desires and quite naturally moves in total concert with me.

Although nature is taking it course, I can still detect his inexperience and begin to silently guide him along this new journey. Moving my body around, I show how he can slide in at different angles for new pleasures not only for me but that benefit him too.

His pace begins to quick, but using my legs, I slow him down, keeping a steady rhythm rather than allowing him to burn up his energy.

I move one of his hands below the arch of my back, motioning to lift up when he can and support me, giving an opportunity to dive deeper. His length is nothing to be laughed at either. My brother is quite hung I’m discovering. Just wide enough to make sex challenging but not uncomfortable and this new hold he has on me lets me feel how long he is. Nearly touching the deepest limits of my sex. He is quite possibly the biggest I’ve experienced. This is truly exciting.

“Rose?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“I want to try something please.”

“Anything Mikael.” 

Lifting himself and pulling out he gets up to his knees and holds out his hands to me. From where I lie, I give him my hands and he pulls me up to a seated pose. I look at him with a curiosity, awaiting his direction.

“Please get on your hands and knees Rose.” He said and points in the direction he wants me to face. 

A smirk come to my lips and my eyes speak to him saying “you’re gonna love this.”

Very slowly I get up and swivel my body to the pose he requested. I’ve decided to do him one better and instead of staying propped up on my hands, I cross my arms on the bed and lower my head until it rests on them. This has my ass way up in the air and exposes my sex quite adequately.

I close my eyes because I know that this also tightens the folds of my pussy such that a man of his size will feel even larger. I feel the bed rock to his movement and anxiously await his reentry. To make sure I am very ready, I reach up between my legs and start to rub my clitty. Feeling my juices flowing even just from anticipation was an encouraging sensation.


Between Siblings



His hands come to rest on my ass then move to the sides to take hold of my hips. I feel his warmth, as he gets closer to me. Then the moment I desired. The head of his cock still wet with my lube touches the outer folds of my pussy. He takes one gentle poke to insert the head then, I feel his grip on my hips tighten and before I could react, he plunges the entire length of his rod deep inside me.

I bury my face into the comforter just as I begin to scream. My throat is instantly sore. My fingers dig into the bed and gather up more comforter, as I don’t need our parents to hear me and come rushing in to see their children in the midst of passion’s grip.

I can’t believe what I’m feeling. Mikael’s erection is so large that he is bottoming. It’s like he’s hitting the entrance of my womb when he thrusts in. I scream with every lunge.

“Am I hurting you?” he says with concern. All I can do is reach behind me, grab onto his hip and pulling him into me as I lunge backwards taking him as deep as I could. Thank god he understands the message.

It seems like now that he knows he’s doing good, his inhibitions and uncertainties are fading. He is taking more command of the situation and becoming more assertive. I feel a definite change in the aggression at which he performs this dance.

With my head down in the comforter, the angle that he is penetrating me is such that I can no longer hold back my apex. I’m feeling the tingle and the burn of what I hope to be a very large orgasm building in the depths of my being.

My fingers dig deeper into the bed and I’m certain that I have bore a hole in the sheet with my nails, but it doesn’t matter to me right now. I need to brace myself. Knowing the magnitude at which I can cum, I franticly catch a breath and exhale back to him, “Mikael – get ready! I’m going to cum.”

“What do I do?” he says.

“EXACTLY what you are doing baby!” I can barely speak. The intensity of what’s about to happen is overwhelming. It is hard to be both teacher and lover at the same time. I just didn’t want to scare him when….

“OHHHhhhhhhhhhh!” I bury my face deep into the bed Screaming out and feeling my body tense up and go rigid just before…..

It hits! My body convulses with reckless abandon. I begin to slam my body against his thighs and nearly knock him over. Recovering nicely, he takes a better hold of my hips and quite naturally begins to slam into me, sending me way past the point of heaven.

“Ohhhh Fuck Yes!” he hears come from my muffled face. My pussy is now contracting and gripping at his hardness. He’s a little taken by that but stays the course. Nature has definitely taken over now for him.

I’m beginning to wonder how much more of this I can handle. Between the continuous orgasm and taking a beating from his man hood, I’m not sure what will give first; my voice from the screaming or my poor little pussy from the fuck I’m getting.

Another thought just crossed my mind. For a first timer, he sure has incredible staying power! Other virgins that I have been the prize for rarely last more than 30 seconds. This has been a lot longer duration I’m more than certain.

My own peak begins to subside and I can feel his attack on my body slow down as well. As if I had just run a 2-second mile, I struggle to catch my breath. I am now nearly lying flat on my stomach, as I have no strength in my legs to hold me up.

Mikael has pulled out once again but this time, not speaking, he takes command and is moving me to a position that I can breathe in. He gently rolls me onto my back once again, and is moving between my limp legs.

Panting quite heavily himself, he carefully lies on top of me and positions himself. One more time I feel his hardness slip past my defenses and into my still pulsating pussy. He ever so gingerly wraps one of his arms behind my shoulders and cradles me and he starts to make slow, sweet love to me. 

This is a complete change from just before. The animal fuck has subsided and now he is catering to his more sensitive side. There isn’t a sweeter feeling after a monster orgasm for me than a nice, slow paced rhythm. It tends to keep me “on” but not overwhelmed. The way that he knew what to do obviously came from one of our previous discussions.

With his weight supported by the elbow of the arm beneath me, he uses his other hand to tenderly massage my breasts and pinch my nipples. He is driving me wild. I am almost certain that he could coax another orgasm out of my weakened body. 

If so – my bonus, if not – so what? He has already given me everything else. He has shown me how tender and skilled he really is at lovemaking, even for a beginner. He has allowed me one of the best climaxes I have ever had with a man, or woman for that matter. What else could there be except more of the same?

I feel his movement slow to a steady pace. He has grown quiet. His eyes are closed and he looks as if he’s concentrating. I watch his face as it changes and contorts. There is one thing left to give me I happen to think. And as the thought crosses my mind I feel it happen.

I feel the unmistakable sensation of man’s final swelling just before his own apex, a few quick adjustments of his position, then the holding of the breath followed by the beautiful feeling as he releases his seed into my body.

Feeling his sex erupt with synchronized pulses and feeling the warmth of his gift to me as it fills my very being, I immediately become overwhelmed with senses and have my final, gentler, yet still intense orgasm. He feels me grip at his hardness once again and it causes him to jolt with each pulse of my womanhood.

With his face buried in my shoulder, I hear him grunting with every surge and cooing as each pulse of his orgasm leaves him. His arms, drained of their strength from this expenditure of energy, make him come to rest on top of me once again. His weight is not at all unwelcome. I truly love the feeling of my lover laying on me after we share such a passionate moment.

We both linger in the moment. My legs entwined with his rest as we kiss and attempt to bring our heart rates down. Having him stay inside me is a wonderful feeling. I can tell he’s not sure what to do now as every so often I sense he moves to get up but then returns to his position on top of me and stays safe within my folds.

He begins to relax and the mass that was his erect sex begins to reduce itself to a more normal size. Seeing an unknowing look upon his face, I hold him close in my body’s embrace until the hardness is gone and his now soft penis slowly falls out of me.

He continues to lie there and the result of his first orgasm inside a woman begins to seep out from within my tired pussy. Yet another feeling I truly enjoy.

“We’re making a mess Rose,” he says to me with a shaky voice.

“I know Mikael. Don’t worry about it. It’s quite natural.” I say in a voice so content, so happy and hold him closer.

We lay in my bed for a while, both of us very silent yet still holding each other, gently petting.

“Mikael?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t understand. What did you blow tonight with Stephanie? That was incredible.”

“I really didn’t blow anything. We did what I told you. I got as far as feeing her up but then I stopped.” He explains.

“Why did you stop? She would have been the happiest girl tonight if you did to her what you just did to me.”

“I know she would have been. And I would have been happy to make her so. But then I remembered what you once told me a long time ago.”

“What was that?”

“You told me that my first time should be with someone special, someone I truly love and want to give that gift to.” I couldn’t take my eyes from his.

“After all that we’ve been through, all the lessons you’ve taught me, the chats we’ve had, the intimate thoughts I’ve been able to share with you in complete confidence, I couldn’t betray that by giving my virginity to her. I can’t think of a girl I love more, have more respect for or wanted to make more happy tonight in that way than you Rose.”

My eyes have already swelled with tears and when I heard those words come from his lips they got the signal to flow freely.

“Mikael – that was the sweetest thing I have ever been told, and you have given me the greatest gift a brother can give.” Pulling him close to me I gave him a hug and kissed him deeply and passionately tasting his tongue on mine.

Down next to my thigh, I feel a twitch, a stirring below by his body. It’s unmistakable and I can’t help but press my leg against his revived penis.

“Rose?” he says to me with an unexpected look of surprise.

Smiling, all I can say to him is…

“Come here brother.”



Between Siblings



*This is my first attempt at writing something like this. Please comment and rate and let me know what you think. I haven't had much luck with an editor and I could use one to sort through my midnight writing. If you would like to offer your help then please send a a message to me or a feedback note. Thank You. Shadow*

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"Knock knock! Anyone home?" Lisa called out as she stepped into the house. She was home two days earlier than her family had expected, but the idea of traveling all the way to California for college was just too much. Since Lisa heard no response, despite seeing her mother's car in front, she headed to her bedroom to drop off her suitcase. Nearing the bedroom she began to hear sounds from down the hall. It sounded as though it might be coming from her older sister Camilla's bedroom. Camilla turned 20 just a couple months ago but her minimum wage job wasn't enough to pay the rent, especially after partying and drinking all night with friends 4 nights a week. So Camilla still lived at home with her parents. The door was slightly open already so Lisa pushed the door just a little bit, but before she could call out a greeting she realized her sister wouldn't be answering. 

Camilla was on her bed kneeling between the knees of a tall, young, black man lying across the bed. From across the room she could see her sisters' long blonde hair being held up in the man's' fist while Camilla's head moved up and down while also twisting from side to side. Lisa must've made a sound because with a slurp Camilla's mouth released the large black cock encased between her lips giving Lisa a better view of the cock and it was huge! Lisa thought to herself that Camilla must be able to deep throat because she appeared to be moving all the way down without any gagging or jerking. Realizing she was staring she glanced first at the face of the man on the bed to check if he had noticed her ogling his body. Of course he had, Lisa looked to her sister. Her sister had an eyebrow raised high and a smirk on her face. 

"You mind?" Camilla asked. 

Feeling her face heat up Lisa muttered "Sorry!" before hastily closing the door and hurrying down the hallway to her own bedroom. Trying to avoid thinking about her sister's current activity, Lisa began unpacking the clothes she hadn't worn during her trip. Lisa wasn't as good with guy's and was certainly not as experienced as her sister, but she couldn't help being a bit depressed looking in her panty drawer. Camilla had been wearing something lacy and purple while she knelt between the man's legs with a cock held between her lips. Lisa looked at the drawer full of white cotton panties. Some of the panties were blue, green and pink, but all of them were cotton, and all of them were pastel. Not one tiny scrap of lace. "I bet Camilla hasn't seen Hanes since turning 16!" she muttered to herself. 

Glancing down at her lavender colored 36C bra she shook her head. Even with more curves than her older sister, Camilla was still the sexy, alluring one. Lisa was the sweet one. Only 5"5' tall with an hour glass figure most people would assume she had an active social life. But no, just Joe Murphy who dumped her after dating for barely two weeks. Apparently, Bristol Neilson was a better kisser. Lisa frowned at the drawer full of panties and as she slammed the drawer shut she wished that for one day she wasn't the sweet one. Camilla and Lisa were sisters after all. They looked alike. Lisa was shorter, a bit curvier with fuller hair and left her dark natural hair alone. Camilla liked bleach too much Lisa's opinion. So it stood to reason that if Camilla was a knockout, shouldn't Lisa at least be pretty?

Lisa laid sprawled across her bed with her headphones on loud, reading a magazine when her sister Camilla showed up in her doorway. Blushing again, Lisa pulled the headphones off her head and tried to shake the image of a long black cock disappearing into her sisters pink stretched open lips. 

"What are you doing home so early?" Camilla asked. "I thought that Jerome and I would have a few hours alone." she smiled wickedly and smoothed a finger along the bottom of her lip as though wiping smudged lipstick away. 

Shaking her head, and praying that her face wasn't as red as it felt, she replied "I wasn't into all the parties that everyone wanted to go to. Plus the college was just too far away. I figured I might as well go ahead and catch an earlier flight home."

"How are you going to stop being a good little virgin if you keep running away from all the parties?" Camilla exclaimed. 

"Jeez, Cam! I don't wanna do it at some drunken frat party!" Lisa told her. 

"You should!" Camilla told her. "If you go the sweet guy route, it is just more awkward trying to get out of his place later. Your legs will be sticky, and the guy will be panting, and you are too sweet to tell him that you didn't get off. At LEAST tell me you know how to get yourself off?"

"Oh my goodness! CAM! Did you seriously just ask me if I touch myself?" Lisa asked mortified.

"If not, you better learn how to do that too! Guys can tell you know." Camilla leaned back on the bed in order to watch the look Lisa's face. 

"How can anyone know about that?" Lisa asked. They might tell you are a virgin but how would they know if you were self helping?

"Cause YOU turn red the minute you think about sex. It's a dead giveaway every time." Camilla laughed. 

Angry that she had fallen for her sister's prank she swung the pillow at her head. The pillow glanced off her ear as Camilla ran for the door. Lisa threw the pillow at her sisters disappearing form as she ran down the hallway. Always with the teasing. It sucked to be the baby of the family. Lisa briefly considered asking for a ride to the store so she could go shopping for nicer panties. Something other than Hane's or Fruit of the Loom, but she had already heard enough of Camilla's mocking laugher for one day. Instead she decided to put on her bathing suit and take a swim instead. 

She was doing laps in the pool when she noticed someone standing to the side of the pool barely in front of the sun. Raising her hand to shield her eyes she tried to identify the strange man in front of her. 

"Wow. I really DO need to visit more often. My own little sister can't recognize me!" the man said.

"CHASE?" Lisa swam to the side of the pool so she could see him in the shade of the house. "Oh my gosh. How was Europe?" Chase was clearly older and more mature. The last time she saw him she was 10 and her eldest sibling was packing his things, and leaving home at 18. She wasn't sure why things were so stressed between their parents and him, but he didn't visit much while he was in college in New York. Then he moved to England and hadn't visited at all in the last four years. Chase wasn't lanky and skinny like he was in all of the family photo's hanging in the living room. Now Chase was older and his brown hair had blonde streaks in them. His green eyes were the same ones she remembering sparkling at her when she was a child, but he seemed taller and much more muscular than he had been back then. 

"Well, I thought it was about time I head back to the states. Figured I should come for a visit before Mom decides to turn stalker and hunt me down."

Lisa climbed out of the pool and hurried over to embrace her brother.

Chase opened his arms automatically to hug his baby sister but quickly wished he hadn't. It was wrong for him to notice that his baby sister could fill out a swimsuit so well. He certainly shouldn't notice the gentle sway in her hips or the bounce in her breast while she pranced on tiptoes across the hot ground in order to embrace him. A good brother would certainly never notice the pebbled nipples hidden inside the thin material of the bright colored bikini. He ended the embrace quickly and stepped back. Five months without sex must be playing tricks on his mind. Shoving away all sexual thoughts he handed his sister the towel on the table and followed her inside the house to await the arrival of their parents. 

Dinner that night was full of laughter as everyone caught up with each other. Chase had phoned home before catching the plane so their parents were already expecting him. With the whole family eager to catch up with Chase the entire conversation was situated around questions like "Where are you moving?" and "What are your plans?" and of course "You plan to stay in the area for awhile this time right?". Since everything was so focused on Chase, Lisa had a moment to space out and think about nothing. Lisa, Camilla, and her mother Kathy all looked very similar. The shades of hair were all different due to the fact that only Lisa didn't find color in a box. The body shapes were slightly different as well, but overall they all looked the same. Their father Keith had never been a small man. He had always been a large, barrel-chested man with a booming laugh and large mustache. Chase on the other hand looked a lot like their uncle Brad. Chase had features that were similar to their father but without the ruddy complexion and mustache. Chase was a few inches taller and his shoulders were wide. Judging by the way the material of his shirt shifted and moved when he sat down the bowl of macaroni he didn't have an ounce of fat on his frame. 

Lisa wasn't paying much attention to the conversation until she heard her sister Camilla say "Oh, can't mom. Lisa is going out dancing with me and some friends tonight."

"Really?" her mother asked looking at Lisa. "I guess we will have to plan on going to see a movie together another night!" 

Lisa looks at Camilla who just smiles and shrugs. 

Later on that night Lisa remembered to knock softly before opening the door. Spotting Camilla lounging in a chair in the corner Lisa came in and sat on the bed. "So, what was that all about earlier?" she asked. 

"That was about you needing a life Lisa. No boyfriend? No sex? I would jump off the nearest bridge after a month. I can barely go a week without a decent orgasm before doubting my sanity." Camilla told her. 

"It's not that bad! I'm not some pity case!" Lisa defended herself. 

"Yeah, actually, it is that bad. You've been at the community college for almost a year because you can't decide on a university to go to. Meanwhile you have the test scores and the grades to go to flipping Stanford if you want to. But you are still here. Why? Cause you don't wanna leave mummy and daddy. You need more in your life!" Camilla rose from her seat in the corner and moved toward the shelf of CD's across the room. 

Lisa rose from the bed angry now. "Aren't you one to talk? You are two years older than me and you aren't working. Your grades are shit and you live at home too. At least I'm not giving head to random bar hook ups!"

Camilla threw her head back and laughed. "Jerome was not a random bar hook up. I've met him a lot of times. At school actually. He's helping me practice for an oral exam." Looking over she noticed Lisa roll her eyes at the attempt at humor. "Seriously? I'm a procrastinator with too much life. Do you know how hard it is to party all night, have sex all day, go to class, and still get to work on time. Impossible! Naw, might as well have fun while I ride the free train."

Frowning Lisa asked her "How long do you figure that is going to last."

"Six months. Twelve tops. Less if I keep drinking dad's good scotch." Camilla told her with a half smile. Lisa got the impression that Camilla, for once, was actually serious. 

"So, little sis, what is your excuse? Are you scared of life? Or is little Lisa a little lezzy? You are getting a bit old to have the legs clamped so tight." Camilla trailed off as though considering the possibility. 

Lisa turned and headed for the door. Behind her she heard her sister called out "How about Bi? Cause I know people! Be ready in an hour!"

Good grief, Lisa thought to herself as she headed down the hallway to her bedroom. I must really need to get out more often. My family thinks I am either pathetic or lesbian! 

An hour later Lisa was looking at her image in the mirror and was not sure who she was looking at. The face looking back at her was too unfamiliar to be the face she saw in the mirror every day. Considering the fact that Lisa had tried to scrub her face and change her hair twice, and was unsuccessful due to her sister. This time she was giving up. There was no way her sister was going to let her change when they were supposed to be leaving in just a couple minutes. Grabbing her purse she headed out of the room and down to the living room. 

"Oh, Chase! Don't make your poor mother beg! Just go out with the girls. Keep an eye on them. Lisa isn't used to being out and I don't want Camilla to do anything too wild and traumatize your sister." Kathy asked her son. 

Chase groaned and sat down in the recliner. "I just got into town. My first night in town and you want me to play tag-a-long? Yikes Ma. Really making me feel special" he drawled. 

"Psh!" his mother waved a hand at him. "I'm sure the girls would love to have you go out with them tonight!" 

Chase shook his head and declined to answer. He then noticed movement at the top of the stairs and looked over in time to see a pair of legs slowly descend the stairs. Small feet perched on top of impossibly high heels and a small strap around her ankle. Then smooth calves and legs walked further into the light and showed his baby sister wearing a dress that stopped just above the middle of her thighs. Though he couldn't see how much of her was covered in back he was willing to bet that if she dared to bend over in that dress he would see more than just a little bit of whatever material was covering her bottom. Thankfully there was no plunging neckline on that dress or else he would really be in trouble. Yes, five months was certainly too long because he was having a hard time pulling his mind away from the thought of exactly what was beneath that dress. The thin straps of the dress and tight fitting around the breast meant she was likely not wearing a bra. Lack of visible material across the hip meant she was likely not wearing anything that covered very much. 

Whew. Chase shook his head and decided maybe he would go out with his two sisters. He needed a drink and some female company. He didn't need to be rearranging his pants because he was trying to envision her earlier bikini clad bottom. 

Camilla showed up behind Lisa and gave off a soft wolf whistle. "Sis, you definitely look hot tonight!"

Lisa blushed as she touched the strap of the dress and fidgeted a bit. "I dunno. It's different."

Chase stood and cleared his throat. "You like great Lisa. You too Cam. Hope you two don't mind if I come with tonight?" 

Camilla smiled. "Depends."

"On what?" Chase questioned. 

"On whether or not you plan to freak out if Lisa kisses a girl." Camilla told him saucily. She heard Lisa gasp but continued on anyway. "She's lesbian ya know." 

"Jeez! CAM!" Lisa's face flushed even darker. She swatted out an arm to hit Camilla but expecting the blow Camilla had already danced out of reach giggling. Lisa began to fan her red face instead. "I swear. If you don't quit with the Lesbian jokes!" she left the threat unvoiced. 

"You'll what? Turn an even brighter shade of red?" Camilla taunted. "Okay, no more lesbian jokes. It would make you a hit with the guys though!" she sighed. 

"Why in the world did I agree to wear a red dress? This is going to be horrible!" Lisa said as she slipped her small purse strap up her shoulder and walked out the door. "G'nite Ma." she called out before disappearing through the doorway. 

Camilla smiled at Chase and commented "Did you see that attitude? Ha. Red was the perfect color."

Chase just laughed and exited the house behind Camilla and added a goodnight to his mother before shutting the door. 

Chase pressed the unlock button on his key fob before suggesting "Why don't we go ahead and take my car? Mom's Honda isn't really going to be large enough for me." 

Chase climbed into the driver seat and tried his best to ignore his squirming baby sister in that backseat. Refusing to acknowledge the passing thought of whether or not her squirming might be caused by the cool seat touching so much skin, and picturing the cheeks of a thong clad bottom. Chase pushed away the thoughts and started the car as Camilla gave him the address of a popular nightclub downtown. 

Once at the night club Camilla immediately spots a group of her friends smoking outside the club and waved before reaching into her purse and passing Lisa a card. 

Lisa glanced down and realize that her sister has passed her a fake I.D. "Where did you get this?" she asked. 

"What does it matter? Tonight you are going to loosen up and have some fun. And we are starting with tequila shots at the bar!" 

Chase hung back a bit as he watched his sister's whisper something to one another before Camilla grabbed hold of Lisa and rushed toward the entrance. Well, she rushed as much as she could considering Lisa seemed unfamiliar with walking in the high heels and wobbled quite a bit as she attempted to walked faster. 

Chase at the attire of a lot of the people in the club. Many women were wearing clothes as revealing as possible with barely the nipples covered and a lot of guys in ripped and baggy pants. Glancing at his own outfit of fitted jeans with a blue button down shirt and a white t-shirt seemed just a bit out of place. Shrugging he made his way toward the bar to have a seat and a beer. Hopefully he could keep half an eye on his sisters and still find some sexy conversation. 

Lisa and Camilla, however, skirted past the dance floor and headed for a table where Lisa saw the guy Jerome that was with Camilla earlier this morning sitting with a muscular Hispanic guy. 

"Jerome you remember my baby sister Lisa don't you?" Camilla asked as she slid into his lap rather than sit down at the table. 

"Yeah," he laughed, "Sure, I do."

"Lisa, this is his friend Mark." Camilla waved an arm toward the muscular Hispanic guy sitting across from Jerome. "Mark this is my little sis Lisa that I told you about." 

Lisa had to bite her lip to keep from groaning and complaining about her sister trying to set her up with someone again. Deciding instead to be nice she reached out a hand, "Nice to meet you" She watched Mark scan up and down her body before his smile got even larger and he repeated her earlier sentiment.

"Well" Camilla drawled, "I don't know about you guys but I came for tequila shots!" 

The group then rose and went headed toward the far end of the bar. Opposite where their brother sat surveying the crowd. Once at the bar Camilla showed the stamp on her wrist "I need 4 tequila shots, a sex on the beach and a screaming orgasm." 

Leaning close to her sister as the bartender started setting up glasses Lisa asked her "Isn't that a lot of alcohol?"

"Not really." Camilla replied. "It's gonna be busy soon cause its lady's night. Free drinks til 11. Do two shots and then sip the mixed drink. And you won't have to worry about paying later." Camilla pointed to the lime slices that were placed on a napkin next to a shaker of salt. "Lick the salt, slam the drink and bite the lime."

Lisa picked up the glass and sniffed the alcohol before wrinkling her nose at the strong smell. 

"No, no, no." Cautioned Camilla, "Don't sip it slow. Don't smell it and don't think about it. The faster the better."

Lisa followed her sister's lead and licked her hand before splashing the salt onto her wrist. Then she quickly licked her hand and splashed the small glass of liquor into her open mouth amid the cheers of the two men beside them. Shaking her head Lisa hurriedly bit into the lime wedge hoping to somehow erase the burning sensation in her mouth and throat. 




Between Siblings



"That is horrible!" Lisa exclaimed as she set the lime on the counter. 

"No! Don't think about it just go for the second one. Trust me it is better that way!" Camilla splashed more salt onto her hand and put the second shot glass full of tequila into her hand. 

With her nose wrinkled yet again Lisa quickly took the second shot and set down the glass. "Whew, that is strong!" 

Laughing Camilla pat her sister on the back. "You're alright. I don't plan to get you drunk. A little tipsy however is fair game!" as she handed Lisa a cup this one looked like coffee over ice. "Screaming Orgasm. Its vodka, Kahlua, and Bailey's Irish cream. It is like a coffee liquor heaven. You'll like this one!"

Lisa took a tentative sip of the cup. This time the liquor burned on its way down her throat but the other flavors soothed the feeling and left a much nicer after taste. "That is kinda nice." Lisa remarked. 

"I know!" Camilla smiled. Then her faced turned serious as she leaned a little closer and whispered "Take it easy tonight 3 drinks is plenty. MAYBE one more later on tonight, but then you stop. Okay?"

"Okay. I'll be fine!" Lisa reassured her. 

The guys bought a few beers and the group laughed as the girls finished their drinks. Lisa began to notice that she felt different. She felt warm inside somehow and she felt happy although she had no real reason to. She also felt a lot more comfortable than she felt earlier when she first walked in. Mark kept smiling at her and making her laugh. He kept touching her arm or her leg and Lisa kind of liked how warm his hands were on her body. When Mark asked her to dance she was more than willing to follow him out onto the dance floor even though Lisa didn't normally dance outside of her bedroom and certainly not in 3 inch heels. That didn't seem to matter much since the song currently playing was a slow song and Mark was standing so close to her that she didn't feel wobbly at all. 

Standing chest to chest with Mark felt nice. Leaning in closer she wound her arms around his neck and swayed with him to the music. The warm feeling in her body felt nice and she felt sexy wrapped in his arms. Her heart began to pound harder when she felt Mark's hands begin to move lower and lower until she could feel his hands caressing the curve of her hips. She began to feel uncomfortable however when she could feel the bulge in Mark's pants harden and press into her stomach. When Mark began to pull her even closer to his body and rub their bodies together Lisa began to get nervous and backed away a step. 

Across the room Chase was chatting with an attractive blonde at the bar when he noticed Lisa dancing with a Hispanic man a couple inches taller than her. He began to frown when he noticed that the guy was getting a little too touchy with his baby sister. Chase quickly scanned the room and saw Camilla sitting in the lap of a guy at a table near the other end of the room. Watching Lisa again he noticed that she had moved back a step and had a bit more space between her the guy she was dancing with but the guy stepped a bit closer again. 

Chase said goodbye to the blonde at the bar and headed toward the dance floor. As he made his way toward Lisa he noticed the guy once again had moved his hands well below her waist and this time he was attempting to kiss her. Chase reached her side just as Lisa threw the guys arms off her body and stepped back. "Everything okay?" he asked frowning at the guy while placing a protective arm around his sisters' shoulders. The guy put both hands in the air and shook his head before backing away and heading to the bar instead. 

"Hey kid. You alright?" Chase pulled her closer to his body and hugged her tight as he lightly ran his hand down her back. 

Lisa thought that it felt nice when Mark was hugging her but this was ten times better. It felt like little tingles of electricity running between his body and hers. Ashamed of the heavy feeling of arousal in the center of her stomach she hung her head and stepped back away from Chase. Forcing a smile to her face she told him "I'm fine. Where is Cam?"

Chase nodded to their sister off to the side of the dance floor. Camilla was still sitting on the guys lap but now she was kissing him and appeared completely oblivious to anyone else around her. Frowning he tried not to dwell on the difference in reaction when his youngest sister was being mauled by some guy on the dance floor, while he felt only exasperated by Camilla's behavior on the other side of the room. 

Lisa reached their sister's side before Chase and tagged her shoulder. "I think I'm about ready to clear out." Lisa told her. 

Camilla nodded her head and saw Chase saunter up behind Lisa "Hey bro. Guess you're planning to leave too? I'm going to stay. I'll get a ride home later." 

When Chase raised an eyebrow rather than leave, Camilla sighed heavily and raised an eyebrow. "Jerome, meet my brother Chase. Chase, meet my boyfriend Jerome. He goes to the community college as well." she explained. 

Nodding the two men shook hands and Chase asked Camilla to call him if she wasn't going to make it home tonight. Lisa and Chase then headed for the door. 

The cool fresh air felt great on her skin after the hot crush of bodies in the dance floor. Climbing into the SUV Lisa immediately moved the seat down so she could recline and kicked the shoes off her feet. 

Chase slid into the car and pulled away from the parking lot. "Did you have fun?" he asked her softly. 

"Uhmmm." she tilted her head to the side and began pulling the bobby pins holding her hair up. "I guess I had fun. It was different. My feet are killing me. My head hurts from these tiny pins poking my head and now I just want to lie down and relax. But I liked the loud music and dancing. If I wore better shoes I think I would want to dance all night!" She told him. 'What about you?"

Chase shrugged "Well, I've been to a lot of bars and to a lot of clubs so it wasn't as exciting or different for Me." glancing over he saw her twist in her seat and began stroking through her hair. Licking his lips he looked back at the road. His baby sister was only 18 years old. She wasn't trying to be sensual but that seemed to only make her actions that much more attractive to him. Frowning he turned on the radio and tried to keep his focus on the road rather than on the fact that her short dress rode up on her hips and was showing nearly all of her thighs. 

It seemed the more he tried not to think that way about his little sister the worse the feeling got. The heat blowing in the car seemed to be blowing the soft floral smell of her hair toward him while she leaned on the arm rest between them and continued to shake out her hair and rub her scalp. 

It was a relief when they finally pulled up in front of the house a few minutes later. Chase was grateful for the long button down shirt that easily hid the sizeable erection growing between his legs. Lisa headed upstairs to her room and Chase decided to head downstairs to the family room instead. He was hoping that if he watched a movie he could rid himself of the weird thoughts that he kept having about his sister. 

Chase grabbed a cool shower and was relieved to have his erection subside before tossing on a t-shirt and loose pants before heading to the family room to find a movie. Chase was in the hall when he realized that he could smell popcorn. When he reached the room he found Lisa in shorts and a tank top lying on the couch already with a bowl of popcorn on the floor in front of her. Apparently, he was in the shower much longer than he thought because Lisa had clearly showered, washed her hair and still had time to make popcorn. 

"Hey. What are you doing awake? I figured you would be in bed already." Chase commented. 

Sitting up and moving over on the couch Lisa replied "I stay awake reading a lot so I'm not quite ready to fall asleep. Figured I would watch a movie."

Chase grabbed a handful of popcorn and sat at the unoccupied end of the couch. "Anything good on?"

Lisa laughed, "At 2am? Nah! Watching the History channel. Romans are always interesting."

Chase raised an eyebrow. "Interesting? All they ever wanted to do was drink, eat, fornicate and watch fighting." 

"That is interesting!" She defended while grabbing her foot and slowly massaging the foot in her hand. 

Chase noticed the motion and asked "Feet still hurting you?" When she nodded her head yes he held out his hands. "Lay down." he told her and then proceeded to take her foot into his hand. 

Lisa was uncertain at first considering the awkward moment at the club but decided it's just a foot rub and stretched out over the couch with her legs in her brother's lap. The hands kneading her sore foot felt amazing. Lisa let out a small moan and wiggled into a more comfortable position on the couch. Lisa began to grow tired and her eyes began to droop closed. 

Chase sat watching the show and absently rubbing the feet in his lap and moving over the slim calves in his lap. Looking down he realized that his sister was falling asleep. She lay on her side giving him a good view of her profile. The gentle curve of her hip and swell of her breast. She looked so innocent laying there with her softly curling hair tucked behind her ear and swirling over the curve of her breast. Chase knew that touching her was wrong and that it was a very bad idea but with her laying half across his lap and the tiny pair of shorts she wore to bed showing so much leg he couldn't help allowing his hands to creep higher on her leg. His touch moved over her calve and over her knee and up her thigh. 

Lisa was half asleep when she felt a warm hand move up her leg and over her knee. Lisa's heart immediately began to beat harder and she clenched her legs together in an attempt to stop the throbbing between her legs. Lisa first reaction was not to pull her body away from his. On the contrary her first response was to open her legs and turn over. Feel his hands run over more parts of her body. It was wrong she told herself. So wrong but she felt like she was on fire and she had never felt so on fire before. As much as tried to hold onto to the knowledge that this was her brother. That what she was thinking was wrong. The alcohol still in her system made her forget all the bad things that could happen. All she could think was how nice it would be. With that thought in mind Lisa reached over and captured the hand on her thigh and held it still as she turned over onto her back. 

Chase looked down at the sister now lying on her back in front of him. He was prepared for recriminations and accusations. He knew that he shouldn't have given into the impulse to touch her. He knew that it was wrong. His innocent little sister was not the person who should have to deal with his random sexual urges. Chase never considered that she might have urges of her own. Judging by the wanton pose and the clear print of her pebbled nipples he could see through her shirt. He knew he should back off but he continued to stroke the smooth thigh beneath his hand. Moving up her tense body he softly stroked her inner thighs. When she moaned softly he slowly stroked his hand over her cloth covered pussy. Snaking his hand under the leg of the shorts he could feel her slit through the cloth of her panties. He rubbed his fingers up and down over her slit before pressing onto her top of her slit onto her clit. 

When his sister began to move her hips upward and moan on the couch he moved up between her legs positioning his tall frame over Lisa. The loose pants he was wearing did nothing to hide or stop the erection pushing at his clothing. Chase was beyond thinking about whether or not his actions were acceptable when he moved his hand from beneath her shorts and placed his hips to hers so that she could feel his throbbing cock right pressed to her pussy with only clothing separating them. With his hands now free he pushed the tank top up over her head and then pulled down the sports bra to release her breast. Licked and sucked at her neck before moving down and tasting the sweet skin now open to his view. The small rose colored nipples were already pebbled before he even touched them. He stroked a hand over the small tip before leaning down and drawing the nub into his mouth. 

When the heat of Chase's mouth closed over her breast Lisa threw her head back overwhelmed by the riotous sensations coursing through her body. The probing between her legs and the hard, hot body pressed to hers was driving her crazy. The tongue swirling over her breast had her forgetting all the reasons they shouldn't be doing this. Chase is her brother. They were lying on a couch in the basement while their parents slept upstairs. Lisa knew she should push him away but the hands that moved to his head didn't push him away. They held him tight to her body as he moved from one breast to the other. 

Lisa moaned wanting more and pushing her hips upwards she began to tug at the clothes covering Chase's body. 

The sudden ringing of a phone was like a splash of cold water to her system. Chase froze above her and then slowly moved his body back away from her. 

Guilty and shocked by her actions Lisa drew the bra back over her chest and pulled the t-shirt on the arm of the couch down over her head. Refusing to look at her brother she picked up the bowl of popcorn and quickly moved upstairs. Leaving the bowl in the kitchen she headed up to her bedroom and closed the door quietly. Lisa lay in her bed wondering what in the world got into her. Sure she wanted someone she could be with but to try and seduce her own brother? How pathetic can you get? What if her mother had gone downstairs and found them that way? Groaning into her pillow Lisa tossed and turned in her bed that night filled with feelings of guilt and she ignored the unsatisfied throb between her thighs. 

Downstairs Chase was shocked at his actions and incredibly guilty. His baby sister falls asleep on the couch and he decides to molest her. DAMN! What the hell did he just do? What if she never talked to him again? Chase wanted to go upstairs. Apologize and beg her to forgive him, but afraid of upsetting her further, he decided to let her cool off and he would find a way to make things better between them in the morning. Part of him was grateful for the phone call from Cam saying she would be home in the morning. The other part of him was extremely disappointed that things had stopped before they could go further. The same side of him was satisfied to be falling asleep with the smell of her hair on his body and the taste of her body on his lips. What kind of pervert would lay in bed disappointed that there were other parts of her body that he hadn't gotten to sample? But try as he might he couldn't stop himself from wishing he'd draw those shorts over her hips. That he had pulled the panties from her body and tasted the wetness he felt between her thighs. With a groan he rolled over and attempted to think of anything but his baby sister lying in the bedroom upstairs.



Between Siblings Ch. 02



*Thank you to Pete L for editing, at midnight when your fingers are flying like lightening and you forget to turn off the auto correct. . . well things definitely get interesting. There was a "train of cum" and Microsoft thought it was fine! Lmao. Feel free to email me with comments, questions, and suggestion. Enjoy.* 

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Groaning Lisa smacked at the alarm buzzing in her ear insisting that she awaken at 8am for her morning run. Her first instinct was to turn off the alarm and sleep for a few more hours, but in the moments it took for her to reach over and turn the small dial to stop the insistent buzzing, the events of last night came roaring to the front. 

Remembering her wanton behavior with her brother she changed her mind about sleeping in. It would be way too awkward to find herself sitting across the table from Chase and remembering the feeling of her body pressed close to his and the feeling of his hands pressing, moving and stroking over her . . . cutting off the thought with a groan, Lisa rose from her bed and changed into a workout top and yoga pants. Peaking out of the window she could see Chase's black SUV still parked in the driveway. Grabbing her smart-phone and ear buds, she slipped quietly down the stairs and put on her running shoes. Pressing the play button to start her music she moved on tiptoe through the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. 

Standing in the backyard Lisa breathed a sigh of relief. With any luck Chase would go back to his hotel room and she could avoid seeing him this morning. If she were really lucky he might already have plans to do something other than join the family for breakfast. Lisa tucked her phone away and headed for the gate determined to forget about anything that had occurred just hours earlier. She was just lifting the latch of the back gate when she felt a hand close over her arm. 

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Chase spent half the night tossing and turning full of guilt, shame and remorse. The other half of the night was spent falling into fitful sleep full of erotic images of his sister's rose colored nipples, or the feel of his hands slipping over her legs to the junction of her thighs. Chase tried to force himself to sleep again, but with the sun's rays filtering into the small window he decided to dress in the clothes that he'd worn last night and head to his hotel room. He was just reaching the top of the steps when he saw Lisa heading through the kitchen, where she took a bottle of water and slipped out of the house onto the back patio near the pool. Hearing no other movement in the house, Chase decided to try talking to Lisa while she was alone and hope that the rest of the house would stay quiet for just a few more minutes. Closing the door as quietly as possible Chase exited the house behind Lisa and called out. 

When she didn't respond and headed for the gate instead of turning around, Chase frowned and went after her snagging her arm before she could leave. As soon as he touched her, he regretted it, not only was it awkward since she probably didn't want him touching her, but it reminded him of all the places his hands had wandered last night and of all the places he hadn't touched but was wishing that he had.

Lisa on the other hand hadn't been expecting his touch because she was startled by it and spun around with her hand pressed to her chest. 

"Gracious! You just about scared me to death" she exclaimed and pulled one of the ear buds from her ear. 

"Sorry" he apologized. "I didn't realize you had music playing"

"Oh." She said awkwardly and smoothed a hand over her ponytail even though there weren't any stray hairs that needed to be pushed back. Glancing at her arm that was still being held in his hand she asked "Uh, do you mind letting go?"

"Sorry!" he dropped his hand and shook his head not really sure what to say. "About last night. . ."

"Thanks!" She blurted out before he could finish. Realizing how badly that sounded, she quickly rushed on to say "I think I had too much to drink last night!" giving a nervous giggle she continued on. "Good thing I had a sober ride. Cause I can't remember anything after dancing!" 

Frowning Chase replied "Yeah. Anytime" He wasn't sure if he believed her, but since she wasn't yelling pervert loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood, he decided it might be best to forget everything that happened. He watched as she placed the ear bud back into her ear, left the backyard and quickly jogged off down the street. He left the backyard and got into his SUV. 

He glanced down the street at Lisa's jogging body and rubbed his brow. He didn't believe her. He couldn't believe she didn't remember. If she had drunk enough alcohol to black out on her first time out drinking, then she should be in bed with a massive hangover. She wouldn't be awake early and shouldn't want to go jogging. Pulling out of the driveway he decided that if she could forget then he could forget too. Once again the thought went through his head that maybe it was just a sexual drought. 

Chase hadn't been at his hotel for long when his mother called his cell phone. 

"Hey! I woke up this morning thinking that I would be cooking breakfast for my whole family for the first time in about 6 years. And what do I find? Not a single one of my children are here!"

Chase laughed. "I'm sorry about that Mom. I appreciated you leaving the pajamas last night. I was pretty tired and I was unprepared for a sleepover."

"Well, you could make it up to me by coming to the house later for dinner. Do you think you could make it?"

Chase wasn't happy about the idea but the sooner things got back to normal the better right? Finishing the call with his mother He sat down to his computer determined to get some work out of the way. 

Hours later he looked at his watch and sighed. He had been working on these accounts for hours and the amount of work he'd finished was miniscule. Chase was too distracted to get much work done. Giving up, he finished up what he could and emailed what work he had finished to his assistant. 

As hard as he had tried to focus, he just was not successful. He still found time to think and thinking was the last thing he wanted to do. Every time his brain had more than seconds to think, he envisioned his little sister climbing out of the pool in that bright pink bikini. He envisioned his hands running over her legs. He could feel her pebbled nipple on his tongue. He remembered feeling her moist heat through the thin cotton of his pants and her panties...

With a groan Chase looked down at the erection straining against the jeans he was wearing. This was beginning to happen way too often. Stripping out of his clothes he climbed into the shower and began to wash his body off. Pushing aside guilty feelings he began to stroke his hand over his soapy throbbing cock as he envisioned himself back on his parents couch. This time however there was no phone call, and there was no fabric hindering him from touching Lisa. In his mind she was laying with her legs spread and his face was pressed to her center while her hands gripped his head and she arched her body up into his as she cried out in pleasure. Chase laid his palms against the tiles of the shower as he stood there breathing heavily. Allowing his heart rate to drop down, he watched as the water rinsed away any traces of his passion. 

* * * * *

"Sweetheart is everything alright?" Lisa heard her father asking from behind her as she grabbed a soda out of the fridge. 

Turning around she smiled at her father before popping the tab on the soda. "I'm fine. Do you want help seasoning the steak?" 

Keith opened the pack of steaks sitting on the counter and began to rinse each one and set it on the plate while Lisa then sprinkled them with seasonings. Glancing sideways he probed once more "So, nothing happened last night?"

Lisa laughed but shook her head no. "I'm fine dad. Nothing happened."

Keith grunted and shook his head. "Didn't meet a guy then?"

"DAD!" Lisa pretended to glare at her father. "Have you always been this nosy?" she questioned. 

"Course, I have. You usually don't make me pry so hard." he chuckled. 

Lifting the plate of steaks Lisa headed out of the back door towards the patio and pool. "C'mon dad you are moving slow as molasses. And everyone is starving" 

Her father began to arrange the steaks on the grill as Lisa wiggled onto the bar stool next to him and continued to sip her soda. 

Lisa shifted in her seat and plucked at her wraparound. "So are you and mom still heading out tonight?"

"Yes, your mother has everyone excited about going to Bingo down at the American Legion." Keith shook his head. "My mother plays Bingo. I'm too young and handsome to play Bingo." 

Lisa hopped off the stool and gave her father a peck on the cheek "You can be young and still play Bingo. Mom is always asking me to come. She keeps trying for bridge but I can't focus on the game long enough to learn the rules, so nobody wants me for a partner." 

Since the steaks were almost finished Lisa went to help her mother set out the side dishes on the patio table just as Chase and Camilla brought out drinks and napkins from inside. Soon everyone was gathered around the table having dinner. Surprisingly enough the conversation wasn't as stilted and awkward as she imagined it would be. It wasn't long before everyone was finished eating and was beginning to separate.

Lisa rose and left her wrap on her chair as she got into the pool and swam through the water to reach her sister who was floating in the middle. 

Across the patio Chase watched as Lisa began to chat with Camilla. He wasn't having much success forgetting the events of the previous evening despite distractions. His mother was telling him about an accounting firm with an opening when suddenly there was a giant splash in the pool. Cam had either dived off her floating chair or Lisa had pulled her over. Judging from Lisa's attempt at a quick retreat and Cam's sputtering, he would bet that Lisa had just attacked Cam again. 

He watched as Lisa attempted to run in the pool rather than swim and he was treated to the sight of her full breasts bouncing around in her top. She raised both hands to slick her wet hair back out of her eyes and then made the mistake of looking back. Cam chose that moment to dive at Lisa taking them both under the water. 

Chase jumped into the pool entering the fray and grabbed the first wriggling body and threw her into the deeper end of the pool separating the two. Cam appeared gasping for air behind him while Lisa came up wet and laughing on his other side. Cam wasn't finished yet. When Chase looked toward Lisa he felt a spray of water hit the back of his head. He turned to retaliate by tossing water at Cam and Lisa decided to spray him in the back. Caught in the middle of the water fight Chase attempted to defend himself but didn't seem to have enough hands to shield his eyes and splash both girls. He tried to move backwards and escape from the middle, but before he could move very far Cam dived at his legs while Lisa pushed his shoulders, dunking him under the water. 

Chase came up and grabbed the giggling Lisa, hoisting her body in front of his and using her as a shield he began to spray Cam with water. It didn't take long before Lisa's innocent squirming, and the feel of her warm body pressed to his made the innocent play begin to feel like something more. Chase attempted to lift her higher onto his chest so that her bottom wasn't pressed directly against his crotch, but he lost his grip on her and she slipped down so that his arm was pressed against her breast and his erection was pressed into her lower back. He slipped a hand underneath her bottom and tossed her in Cam's direction before quickly slipping to the edge of the pool. 

Lisa took Cam under the water again. This time when Camilla came up for air it was with the words. "I quit. I quit. You beat me again. Happy?"

Lisa threw her hands in the air and did an awkward celebratory dance causing Cam to laugh as Lisa spun in a circle chirping "I won. I won. I won." 

Chase noticed Cam climb out of the pool and begin to towel off. It seemed that the water battle was over. Drifting off to the side Chase willed his lower half to behave. 

Lisa watched Chase with lowered lids. During their water play she was sure she felt him growing aroused. She knew it was naughty but she wanted to feel his touch on her again. She wanted his mouth over her taunt aching nipples. She wanted his fingers to continue their wicked play between her legs. She wanted a chance to touch him back. She knew she should stop thinking about her brother this way, but her fingers ached to walk across his chiseled chest. She wanted to see if the flat nipples on his chest would pebble like hers if she pinched him and licked him. Would his body jerk underneath her touch if she swirled her tongue in his belly button? Would his body shake if her tongue made its way lower than his waist?

Lisa bit her lip and ducked her body under the water hoping to disguise her erect nipples and the reason for it. When she came back up Chase had turned from the edge of pool. She smiled at him briefly and was considering splashing him with water when her mother appeared in the doorway. "Hey Mom, are you and Dad taking off already?"

Rummaging in her purse she barely looked up when she answered. "Yes, your father and I will likely be out until late. We are heading to a friend's house afterwards. So don't wait up." With a wave goodbye she headed back through the patio door. 

Chase wasn't looking at her so she shoved her hand through the water directing a stream of water directly at Chase. Her brother responded quickly diving underneath the water and she felt hands on her waist pull her under the surface. Feeling his body press close to hers she wrapped her legs around him hoping to straddle him and keep him from surfacing before her. The plan backfired because she felt a bulge press tightly between her thighs and his arms circled her, pushing her breasts into his chest as they both came up for air. 

Lisa felt tiny goose bumps rise over each inch of flesh not pressed tightly against his. She gave in to the temptation and allowed her hand to smooth over his chest feeling the ridges across his taunt abs. She could feel his body harden underneath her. She circled her hips, savoring the feel of his hardness pressing against her, before letting go and drifting back a step when he released her.

Suddenly unsure of herself, Lisa decided not to go any further and instead climbed from the pool. She adjusted her suit and grabbed her wrap before heading inside the house to change out of her wet bikini 

Chase glanced at the windows in the back of the house. Since he didn't see any movement he left the pool and decided to follow his sister into the house. 

"Lisa" he called as he headed up the stairs. 

Heart pounding she turned around when she heard her brother call out her name. 

He opened the nearest door and pulled her in behind him. Inside what turned out to be the bathroom, he pressed her against the door and pressed the lock. 

"What are you doing?" she whispered and attempted to push him back.

Chase moved closer instead and using a hand under her chin tilted her face up toward his. "God, I knew you were lying." he said softly while searching her eyes. He dipped his head so that they were cheek to cheek and whispered "You remember everything that happened last night just as well as I do, don't you?" when Lisa didn't respond. "I tried to forget. Then you started rubbing against me in the pool. You want me. Just as much I want you."

Lisa shook her head. "I don't know." she stuttered. "I know its wrong but I lay in bed last night wishing I could touch you, and hoping that you felt the same way." 

He moved his hand over the stiff nipple still covered by her bikini top. His lips wandered over her chin and down her neck. Then he swirled his tongue over the spot below her neck and sucked gently. When she arched her body toward him and gasped, he took that as permission to continue and pulled the string holding the top of her bikini on. Chase leaned back just long enough to pull it from her body. With one hand still stroking her cheek, he leaned in and kissed her softly. He took a moment to taste her fully and capture her tongue with his before ending the kiss and biting her lip. 

"Tell me to stop." he begged her. "Tell me you don't want this. Tell me you changed your mind and I swear I'll stop." He moved down her chest. Pressing her breasts together tightly, he licked first one nipple and then the other. "Tell me to stop." he whispered against her chilled skin before taking as much of her nipple into his mouth as he could and sucking. He then gently bit her nipple before sucking and biting the other nipple. With her breasts pressed tightly together there were just inches separating the nipples so he began to suck back and forth between the two sides, first hard soft, then biting and pinching. He could feel his sister writhing against him and moaning softly. 

Releasing her breast he dropped to his knees and kissed her belly button. He dipped his tongue into her belly button, and then pulled the strings on her hips allowing the pink bikini bottoms to fall away from her body, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. Finally, he thought to himself. Running a hand over her bottom and under her thigh he lifted her leg over his shoulder to open her legs wider. He kissed her just above her clit and heard her small gasp. Smiling he palmed her bottom and squeezed her closer to his face as he ran his tongue up her slit sampling her wet pussy. He allowed his tongue to slide first over one side and then the other before then moving up to circle around her clit. He felt her hands move to grip his hair and he felt her breathing speed up. 

Chase began to softly suck on her clit and moved his hand over her stomach. Feeling the clenching in her stomach, he dropped his hand to stroke over her thigh before reaching between her legs again and slipped one finger inside her tight clenching pussy. He swirled his tongue down and pushed another finger inside. He pressed her clit with his thumb and crooked his fingers. With his cheek against her abs he could feel her shaking and trembling. Looking up at her he could see her head was tossed back against the door. "Look at me. I want to see you." he said. He wanted to see his little sister's face when she exploded all over his fingers.

Chase reached down and adjusted his throbbing cock inside his pants. Standing slowly he pulled her leg over his waist and continued to fuck her with his finger. Lisa was whimpering on the edge of climax now. Chase suckled the upper edge of her breast and then bit down on the skin creating a small red mark. Chase felt her begin to come apart in his arms and covered her mouth with his to muffle the sound. He held her body close to his as she shuddered through her climax continuing to flick his fingers over her clit then back and forth over her wet slick pussy. 

"Damn." He groaned. He wanted his cock inside of the wet pussy he could smell on his fingers. He licked his fingers clean and Lisa gasped in surprise. Holding her face between his two hands he kissed her softly on the forehead and slipped from the bathroom. 

After Chase left Lisa turned on the shower and washed off quickly. For once she felt desirable, alive, and happy. She lingered over her breasts and her hips when she was rubbing lotion into her skin. Rather than her typical ponytail she brushed her hair and left her wavy hair drifting around her shoulders. She wished she had something sexy to wear. Since she didn't, she settled on a pair of low slung jeans and a red t-shirt that was a too small across the breast and showed a small strip of her stomach. 




Between Siblings Ch. 02



A quick swipe of lip gloss and a spray of perfume across her wrist and Lisa headed downstairs to find Chase. He wasn't in the living room or the kitchen so she headed downstairs to the guest bedroom. As she got closer she realized he was still in the shower. Curious about how he looked naked she quietly opened the door. She could see the blurry outline of his body through the glass shower. She only intended to get the tiniest glimpse of his body through the crack in the door. However, when she saw that his head was thrown back and he was stroking his cock her first intentions flew out the window. She moved in and closed the door. 

Chase glanced up and spotted her standing there. When he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower Lisa moved forward. She had never been so close to a naked man before. Reaching out she trailed her fingers slowly down the hard ridges on his abdomen. When her fingers got to his belly button she glanced up at him but he made no move to stop her. Wandering lower she stroked her fingers down, her nails grazing the hard length of his cock, before taking it in her hand. Chase exhaled loudly. Her small hand barely covered half of him. She tightened her hand slowly feeling how thick and hard he was in her hand before pumping gently. 

Chase covered her hand with his, guiding her hand up and down his shaft faster. He seemed to be enjoying her hand but she wanted a chance to taste him as he had tasted her. Lisa slipped to her knees, kneeling on the soft mat on the floor. 

Chase had been surprised when Lisa came into the bathroom. When he left earlier he was expecting her to shy off. What they were doing was incest after all, and definitely something they shouldn't be attempting to do under the same roof as their parents. Yet, here she was sneaking into the bathroom with him and wanting to suck his cock! It wasn't something he expected from a virgin but he wasn't going to complain. 

"You want to suck your brother's cock huh?" he asked her. 

She nodded her head and parted her lips.

"No, I want to hear you say it." He told her and rubbed his cock over her soft warm moist bottom lip and moved away when the soft tongue darted out to touch him.

"I want to suck my brother's cock." she repeated and darted a tongue out to lick over her bottom lip before parting her soft pink inviting lips again. 

"Stick your tongue out." He ordered. When she did, he moved his cock into the wet circle of her lips. Without instruction she began to suck and lick on the tip of his cock. Running her tongue over the head and tasting the small drops of pre-cum as though she was licking the sweetest chocolate. Grabbing onto the base of his cock she began to pump him like he had shown her as she slurped on his cock loudly. 

It took her a few tries to get the suction correct. But when she got it right and drew hard, swallowing as much of him as she could, the warm hot tug on his throbbing cock felt amazing. Opening his eyes he saw her cheeks suck in as she moaned and bobbed her head back and forth creating a soft vibrating feel. He groaned and clasped her head firmly and pushed deeper into her mouth. His little sister was on her knees in front of him his balls swinging toward her face and his cock in her mouth. The thought alone nearly made him explode. 

Gripping her head he pushed down a bit harder, forcing her to take more of his cock into her mouth. "Yes. That's right. You can handle that dick." he told her when she gagged a bit and pulled back. "Just a little more babe, you can do it. C'mon." he pushed again, this time hitting the back of her throat. Lisa made a sound and that vibration while he was touching her there was just enough. Without warning he started spraying his load down her throat. 

She caught the first couple of sprays but then jerked back in surprise and the jets of cum squirted her in the face instead hitting her cheeks and chin. He expected her to be repulsed and knew he would have to apologize. Instead she surprised him by licking off the cum that splashed onto her lip and swallowing. Seeing that, he jerked twice more before finishing. Lisa used her finger to swipe the trails of cum from her cheeks and into her mouth before licking her tongue over him and cleaning him softly.

"Damn. You are naughty aren't you?" He commented.

Sitting back on her heels, he watched her eyes grow round. "Did I do it wrong?" She asked in confusion.

"Fuck no. You were amazing. But you should get up before I'm tempted to do a lot more than touch." he told her. He couldn't believe his little sister's virgin lips had given him so much pleasure. 

She turned around to leave, but instead of letting her go, he pulled her close to him and smoothed a hand over her firm, young breasts. Then he moved his hand down, stroking over her warm stomach until finally unbuttoned her jeans. He heard her shallow panting grow louder. His hand continued down under the waistband of her panties until his fingers could feel the small triangle of soft hair that covered her warm wet pussy. He slipped his finger down into the folds of her pussy lips. She was so wet, she was dripping. He found her wet opening and gently pushed it inside her, allowing his palm to rest flat against her mound.

"Damn. Do you feel how easy my fingers are sliding into your wet pussy?" he whispered into her ear as he slipped another finger inside. "You liked sucking your brother's cock, didn't you?" 

"Yes." She moaned brokenly, thrusting herself against his fingers. 

"Did you like tasting your brothers cum on your tongue, you naughty girl?" He kissed her neck before drawing the skin between his lips and sucking hard. She moaned again louder this time and he pushed his fingers deeper into her before drawing back and adding a third finger.

"Cause, I liked having your lips stretched over my cock. I liked having you gag on it." He bit down on the piece of skin he'd been sucking to ensure that he left a mark on her neck. "It drives me crazy thinking about my dick inside your sweet wet virgin pussy." He flicked his thumb over her clit and felt her shudder next to him. "I can't wait to press your thighs open and part the folds with the tip of my hard cock and coat myself in your juices."

She shivered and he began to rub his thumb in a circle while easing out the third finger. This time when he drove his two fingers deep inside of her, he curled them, feeling for her g-spot. "I want to watch my dick while I plunge between your thighs. I want to watch my dick as it slowly disappears inside of your pussy". 

He'd found her g-spot and was pressing his fingers hard against it when her body pitched forward shaking. "That's it baby I want you to cum. I want you spread open underneath me as you cum again and again and again." He pressed hard on her clit with his thumb and crooked his fingers deep inside her soaking pussy to stroke her g-spot. As she drew in a huge gulp of air he quickly covered her mouth with his free hand as she screamed her release and dripped cream all over his hand and coated her panties. 

Her body fell forward weakly leaning her weight against the door; he kissed the back of her neck softly before whispering "Leave the panties."