11 comments/ 243627 views/ 36 favorites Caitlin By: Pyro I began living with my sister, Caitlin, when I left the Army. Together, we bought a nice, affordable two-story duplex and each of us lived in one side, but shared the back yard. We'd done some improvements like putting in a pool and such. Now that I've been temporarily laid off from work, we rented out one side to a pilot who used it occasionally to entertain a flight attendant or two, but primarily to sleep when he was in town. I moved in with my sister on the other, using my unemployment and savings to help with the bills. I was job-hunting despite the "temporary" nature of the layoff, though, so I got up early that day to shower and dress. I had only 1 appointment and that was for 10 am. When I came downstairs to grab a cup of coffee and a breakfast bar, Cait and her new friend from work, a girl named Amber, were sitting at the table talking. "My, my, my! You didn't tell me you had such a hot brother, Cait!" Sis blushed and I introduced myself. Amber was a stunning looking redhead. Her only drawback had to be her small breasts. Actually, they weren't a drawback for me but she was apologizing for them almost immediately. "Well, Cait didn't tell me she had a sexy friend, either!" "Cait's the sexy one. She's got the boobs and ass while I just have the ass. If I weren't so flat up front, I could wear the sexy clothes and get guys to whistle at me. Instead, I just hang out with her for the sloppy seconds." "You look damned good to me, hon." "Only because she's your sister and there isn't some other hot, busty babe in the room, sweetheart," she half-joked. Obviously, the woman didn't know me very well. Other than that small trait of belittling her chest size, she had a delightfully curved frame, beautiful legs leading up to a gorgeous ass and, to top it off, had dazzling emerald-green eyes. Sis, on the other hand, was built a little different. Where Amber was a 35A, my sister, Cait was more like a 32-D. She had a small frame for her breasts, making them look larger than they actually were. Her small size accentuated her wasp-waisted figure and her gentle yet alluring smile caused guys to turn in her wake. She generally was the typical soft-spoken and polite southern debutante – constantly believing in the good side of people, which sometimes lead to more problems than she could handle. I'd had to "rescue" her from overly aggressive dates on more than one occasion, one time nearly beating the snot out of some jock that thought sex with my sister was his right and not a privilege to be given. He was shown a different opinion. When his parents threatened to sue, I countered with rape charges (my parents passed away in Cait's junior year and I was her guardian). Since their boy was headed for a big-time football college, we let it all fall away. But now, Cait was 20 and I was late. We chatted for a few more minutes and I headed out the door. About a quarter of the way there, I received a call on my cellular to reschedule my job interview. I shrugged and turned around, happy to have the rest of the day to myself. I was going to get my suits from the cleaners, but I didn't have the ticket, so I headed home to pick it up. When I walked in the door the shower was running. Cait and I have a fairly loose relationship, so I popped into the bath to let her know I was home. I was shocked to see two bodies in the shower! I was even more shocked to see a side of my sister I'd never known! I watched as my sis and Amber kissed for a long while and then reach up, pulling at the redheads wet tresses until she yelped with pain and sank to her knees in front of Cait. "You want to fuck my brother, don't you, slut?" snapped my sister. Amber moaned against my sister's mound and shook her head affirmatively. Cait pulled her hair harder and the taller girl whimpered then bent forward to lick at my sister's gash. "You want to strip naked for him and get him all hard and then tease him for me, don't you?" What was this? My sister wanted her friend to seduce me in front of them both? Amber whimpered against my sister's pussy, not stopping her ministrations to her slit. "I want to watch you fuck him, my lovely slut. You're going to let me watch you, aren't you?" Amber moaned and Cait - my quiet, shy sister, Cait - reached down and pinched down firmly on the redheads nipples, making the taller girl squeal and shudder. I watched as they both came hard, my sister collapsing against the shower wall and Amber almost screaming as her now-visible fingers frigged her cunt like a vibrator. Cait noisily slid down the wall of the fiberglass stall and Amber just knelt there, kissing her way up my sisters body until she got to the two white globes that jutted out from her skinny frame. She kissed and licked at Cait's nipples for a moment as my sister lay there, almost passed out from her orgasm. Finally, Amber spoke. "You really want me to do your brother in front of you while you watch?" "Well, um, k- kinda," she stuttered. Now that they were just cuddling, Cait reverted to her shy, unsure self. "Kinda? Either you do or you don't, girl!" "I don't know! Jeez, like, he's my brother." "So? I had a crush on my brother for years." "Yeah, well, did you ever sleep with him?" "No, but I got stoned with him one night when my folks were on vacation, then stripped for him, jacked him off twice and sucked him while he played with my tits and finger-fucked me. We passed out in the living room and woke up when his girlfriend was knocking on the door. He sorta freaked after that and wouldn't come near me, even to hug me, for a long time afterwards." "Jesus, no shit? You sucked him off? What was it like?" "Just like doing it to any other guy." "Yeah, but, like, he's your brother and all." "I know. That's what made it all the more wicked and interesting!" Amber was now playing with Cait's pussy, the palm of her hand rubbing slow, gentle circles around the mons. Cait slid down a little more, so Amber bent and sucked one of Cait's pink nipples into her mouth and bit down a little. Cait gasped and arched her back while Amber smiled and pulled on the nipple with her teeth. Cait then grabbed Amber's hair and twisted, making the taller girl grimace. It was as if they were both playing a game of chicken, the one tolerating the greatest amount of pain declared the winner. Cait reached under Amber and pinched her nipple with those long nails of hers, making the taller girl yelp and let go. Cait giggled and they kissed. "So," said Amber, breaking the kiss and caressing my sister's face, "Do you ever fantasize about sleeping with him?" "Jesus Christ on a crutch, Amber! I swear! You have a one-fucking-track mind! He's my brother, for God's sake!" "So what? Doesn't mean you can't have fantasies about him. I mean, you obviously like him a lot. You live with the hunk! The question is," she said, gently caressing Cait's nipples, "do you ever think about sleeping with him?" "Fuckin' shit piss-eatin' goddamn single-minded whore!" my sister chanted, her eyes to the ceiling, "Hell Amber, I don't know. OK, so yes, I-, I've had fantasies about him, OK?" "Oh!" she squealed, "What kind of fantasies?" "Fantasies. You know. Just fantasies. Dreaming that he comes in to my bedroom and catches me masturbating and all that shit." "That's it? Just masturbating?" "Cripes, Amber. I think if he ever did see me doing anything, we'd both be so embarrassed that we would freak out too much. It would just be too weird. And I couldn't handle it if my brother freaked out the way your brother did. I need him in my life!" "Get him drunk then!" "I wouldn't have the nerve to go through with it!" "Let him get you drunk and then just drop hints or wear sexy clothes or something. See what happens!" "I couldn't!" "If you don't, then I will!" "Go ahead and fuck him! I know you already want him!" "No. I mean, if you don't tell him that you want to fuck him, then I will." "I don't want to fuck him as you put it." "I thought you said you were in lust with him." "No, I said I had fantasies about him. That's not the same thing." "So, you do or you don't have a crush on him?" "I-, I-," "Either you do or you don't." "OK, OK, so I've had a crush on him since forever." "Really? What made you first realize that?" Yeah, I wondered to myself, "when did THIS come up? "I was a few years ago," she began. "He'd just come home from boot camp and we were all proud of him. Gawd, Amber, he looked so freakin' handsome in that uniform! All my girlfriends thought he was just absolutely "it" back then. I was at a sleepover at Marsha Bergeman's house and all we did was talk about Dirk and how hot he looked in his Army uniform. Marsha and Bethany were gushing the most and we all began to tease them about it. It probably helped that Connie Marshall got hold of a couple bottles of wine. We got pretty wasted and fell into a sort of truth-or-dare kind of game and Twyla Connell picked Bethany. "Twyla? God, that bitch is so fuckin' skanky!" "Shut UP. She was my best friend!" "Yeah, until she became a smack addict." "She is not. OK, so she has a bit of a drug problem. She's handling it." "She's still skanky." "Whatever. Anyway, it went like this." Cait began the story about her sleepover. "Twyla asked Bethany if she'd ever masturbated which got an uproariously squealing giggle from all the girls and a reprimand from Marsha's mom. When we quieted down, Twyla asked again. We giggled and laughed softly, but we were stunned when Bethany said, 'yes' because we were all too young to really know what that was - at least I was. I barely knew what a clit was, then. Twyla egged Bethany on to show us what she did and we all sat there in amazement as she lifted one let and pulled up her nightshirt, then frigged herself to an orgasm right in front of all of us. She came quietly, but her eyelids were fluttering and her fingers were moving really fast on her clit. After she calmed down, Twyla asked her what she had been thinking about. She got this huge grin on her face and said, 'Caitlin's brother Dirk getting naked for me!' "After that, we all had to admit whether we masturbated or not and it sort of fell into a group thing. We were all masturbating and telling each other fantasies. Thinking about it now, they were pretty lame, but back then it got us all pretty hot. When Marsha began talking about what she'd like to do to Dirk, I suddenly found my clit and strummed my thumb over it and POW! I came in a huge, shuddering climax thinking about my brother's cock! "Of course, I couldn't admit that to the other girls, so I mentioned thinking about some boy I had a crush on and they wanted me to tell them what I'd done with him. I hadn't done anything, but I let on like we'd made out, making shit up about him. After that, they all thought I was more experienced than I was. When Bethany came to me about her being mixed up over guys and girls, I had to continue the whole charade until I began to live it. We went up to my room and made out, kissing and fingered each other for over two hours. She kinda freaked out about being a lesbian, even though we remained lovers for more than six weeks. I finally fixed her up with the guy that's now her husband so that I could convince her she wasn't a lesbian and that she could really get into both guys and girls and have the best of all worlds!" "Wow, she was your first girl experience?" asked Amber. "Yeah, but she didn't know what to do and the reason I knew some things was from reading Dirk's magazines, so I just followed what I'd read." Amber giggled. "You learned pretty well, too!" She bent and kissed my sister passionately while I nursed a hard-on through my pants. They broke their kiss and Cait mentioned something about a double-headed dildo calling both their names. The girls gave out a scream as the water abruptly went cold on them. I hurriedly backed out of the doorway and out of the house, heading for my car to made a show of "just coming home." so that I wouldn't surprise them doing anything else. When I walked back in, they were both in robes, sitting at the kitchen table, hair wrapped in towels. "Hey there, hunk!" purred Amber. I grinned at her and pinched her cheek. What I wanted to do was pinch her ass, but I had to pretend I didn't know anything. Instead, I walked over and gave my sister a hug, lingering just a second longer than I normally did and complimenting her on the way she smelled. I saw a knowing look pass between the two of them as Caitlin blushed. "How'd your interview go?" "It didn't, sis. They guy cancelled. He called me on my cell phone just as I was getting off the highway, but rescheduled for Friday." "Oh, that's too bad. I thought you had this job in the bag." "I probably do, but I want more money than they're willing to pay. He's probably checking out someone that wants less." "So, why don't you take less?" asked Amber. "Because I'm worth what I'm asking and I can work rings around anyone that they hire straight out of college. They'll get twice their value out of me and they know it. He just wants to check on one other wonder-boy first. Probably the son or nephew of a vice president or something." "Well, I know you'll get it, Dirk! You're smart." "Thank you, Cait!" I hugged her again and kissed her cheek. Amber giggled and went, "Where's mine?" I moved over to Amber and reached around to hug her. She shifted just as my hand came into contact with her body and I ended up cupping her breast instead of holding onto her ribcage. I'd also bent to kiss her cheek, but she made sure I planted one right on her lips. I felt her tongue snake quickly into my mouth and then she broke it off. "Whew! He's a good kisser!" she told my sister. I pinched Amber's nipple before removing my hand and she squeaked, causing Cait to laugh. "So, what will you two be doing today?" I asked. "Amber has to go to work at 2 and I have to be there by 4. We're both working the swing shift this week, so you won't be seeing much of us until Friday." "Oh? What happens then?" "That's when you'll take us out for dinner and dancing to celebrate you getting your new job!" Cait told me. I looked at my watch. 11:30. "Well, I'm going out to swim some laps. I'll make you lunch when I come back in and then you can both get ready for work." "We're going to make a quick run over to the store," said Cait. "Do you need anything?" I told her yes and gave her a short list I had up on the refrigerator. I then got into my trunks and then went out to the swimming pool. I was really concentrating on my laps as I thought about what I'd witnessed that afternoon. I'd done about five when I felt rather than heard someone dive into the pool. By the time I stopped, there was a female body in front of me. I came up and Amber immediately put her arms around my neck. "Come here!" she said, planting her mouth on mine. We kissed like that for several minutes. Her lips were soft and pliant and her tongue was flavored with honey and spices. I'd never tasted a girl so desirable in all my life. She snaked her body hungrily against mine and pressed herself against my groin. If I hadn't been hard already, I'd have quickly gotten there. Amber growled when she felt my hard-on grinding against her clit. Not wasting any time, she pulled my trunks down over my cock and pulled aside the material of her suit bottom "Kind of impatient, aren't we? I chided. "Fuck you," she said, good-naturedly, "I'm horny and you're available!" With that, she impaled herself on me. Wordlessly, we began to fuck. Amber weightlessly bucked up and down on my cock, pushing the head deeper and deeper into her tight little gash until it suddenly sunk in to the hilt. She let out a little squeal and let her head fall back as she wrapped her legs around me and began to wiggle, humping my cock hard, sliding up and down against me. "Oh fuck does that cock feel good!" she finally groaned. "Nice, thick, hot, juicy cock meat for my cunt! Fuck me! God damn you, fuck me! Feed that cock to my cunt!" "MMM... you like talking dirty, don't you, you little whore slut?" "Oh fuckin' A, YES! Ram it into me. Take me hard, Dirk! Fuck me like the slut I am!" "Hush! Keep it down! I don't want the entire neighborhood to hear!" "Fuck the neighbors!" she said, but with a lowered voice. I managed to walk over to the shallow end and deposit her tight little ass on the ledge so that I could thrust into her hard. "GOD your cock feels so good! Fuck me harder! Ram it into me!" As I did, I pulled down the straps of her one-piece to expose her breasts. "No, don't take that down," she whispered. "You don't want to see those little things! Just fuck me!" "But I do want to see your breasts babe! I love small breasts like yours!" "Yeah, right," she said, huffing as she met me, thrust for thrust. "I mean it!" I told her as I pistoned in and out of her tight little cunt, "I've always had this thing for girls with small tits and sensitive breasts." "Well," she gasped, "you... definitely... have... that... here!" I grabbed her hair and bent her head back, pushing her breasts out toward me. I leaned over, sucked her left nipple into my mouth, and then clamped my teeth down on it. "OOOHHHFUCK! I'm cumminnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!" she screamed as I pulled back a little. Her fingers went to my hair and tried to pull my head away, but I bit down harder on her nipple and she screamed again and reversed herself, pulling my head into her, shuddering in an orgasm that lasted the better part of a minute. Then she let go and I raised my head to kiss her hard while I worked on my orgasm. We kissed again and she bit my lower lip as I pounded her pussy, grunting with my exertion. Amber began to bite and nibble at my neck, both of us grunting and growling like the rutting animals that we were. She moved her hungry mouth downward, her lips and teeth touching all my sensitive spots, especially just where my neck and shoulder meet. She licked and then bit there, which pushed me over the edge and I yelled that I was cumming. Groaning, I pulled out and spurted it all over her tits. Both of us watched as the creamy goo splashed out of my rock-hard cock and onto the small swells and hard, tender nipples of her breasts. Amber arched her back for the second spurt and pressed forward for the third, moving her chest back and forth across the head of my cock and catching all my cum onto her nipples as it flowed from my cock. I huffed a couple more times and then collapsed towards her. We embraced, holding on to one another as we caught our breath. Finally, she slid down into the water to wash herself off. "I don't know why you wanted to see these," she apologized, splashing water over her chest. "They're so small." "They're perfect." Amber stopped and looked at me to see if I was handing her a line. "I'm not kidding. They're perfect." They were, too. They were two round swells, just a hint of shape to them - probably the B cup I thought they were. "Amber, I'm one of those guys that actually prefers small breasts over big ones! I love exactly what I see right there!" I told her, running my palms across her nipples. She sighed and smiled. "Guys always kid me about being flat-chested, so I'm a bit sensitive about them." she told me. "I used to get teased a lot in high school about being 'flat as a board and twice as hard' so I'm always wary when a guy that I think is the hottest thing I've ever seen says my breasts are 'perfect.' I mean, what do you think about your sisters breasts?" Caitlin (My thanks have to go to LissaSue, her editing made this a much easier read. This is a stand alone story, it's a little long but I hope you stick with it, who knows you may even enjoy the read. The idea for this story crept up on me and I'm hoping I did the idea justice. I will let you, the reader be the judge.) The countdown to end of term was on. I had a few papers to hand in, but nothing I couldn't get finished in an hour or two. The door banged open, and my roommate bounced in, full of his usual enthusiasm, and the rest of the guys waited in the hall, waving banners and cheering. I guess the papers would have to wait until morning; we were off to the basketball game. It was the fierce rivalry between the colleges that made it more fun. I was already changed and heading for the door when my cell rang. My first thought was to drop it onto my bed and deal with it later, but looking at the front to see who it was stopped all thought of doing any of that. When Mom phones, it was always important. "Hey, Mom, what's up?" Her silence made me think there was something wrong with the line, but she eventually said, "What's all that noise?" "Some of the guys have dropped by. We're off to the basketball game," was my reply. The pause on the line alerted me that she was thinking about what to say next. Mom never thought about what to say, she just came right out and said it. She had been the dominant force in our house ever since I was old enough to realize it. I loved Dad with all my heart, but even he knew that when it came to decisions in the house we all went to Mom. Don't get me wrong, Dad was no wimp by any stretch of the imagination; if he thought Mom was wrong, he would rein her in. The fireworks that ensued made for good listening, but he always seemed to win those arguments. He had never been a people person; Dad was simply a hands-on kind of guy. You put him in front of an architect's drawing, and he could punch holes in all the weak spots. It was that gift that not only kept him in a job, but earned him a couple of good promotions. How Mom and Dad ever got together sometimes amazed even me, but they do say opposites attract. I just didn't realize the saying also included polar opposites. But as for home, that was simply Mom's domain, and very rarely did he interfere in the day to day running. "You finish term in a week. Can you get home any earlier?" she asked impatiently. Knowing Mom, that wasn't a question. It was as close to an order as she could get on the phone. Now I knew something was up because pulling me out of college, even a few days early, was unheard of by her. This was important. I kicked the guys out, telling them I would see them at the game, and sat down so I could talk to her more clearly. "I have two papers that need to be handed in within the week. I can get them done tonight and be on the road mid-morning. Mom, what's going on?" "Your sister is a hairs breath from being kicked out of college. Come home and help me sort her out." At that, she hung up the phone, leaving me to look at my cell and trying to make sense of half a minute worth of conversation. All thought of attending the game had gone. My coat now hung over the back of my chair as I got stuck into my two papers. By early-morning, I was already a hundred miles away from campus; digging into the remaining two hundred from home. All thought of eating was put on hold. 'Perhaps that wasn't a good idea,' I thought. It would be amongst the first things Mom would ask as I came through the door. By two in the afternoon, I was walking in the house and into the kitchen. Mom already had a sandwich and milk ready for me. My first instinct was to ask about Caitlin, but before I could, Mom hit me with a barrage of questions. How was I doing at college? How was my social life? Was I eating ok? Finally, finding a pause in the conversation, I asked, "Mom, what's Caitlin done?" "According to the dean's report, Caitlin assaulted another student, leaving him with a broken nose and bruised ribs." "When is she due back?" "She's here already. She arrived this morning." Like lightening, I was out of my chair and up the stairs. Not even bothering to knock, I barged into her room. Caitlin was lying face down on the bed, plugged into her iPod, her bare feet in the air, swaying to the music in her head. California sunshine has sure been good to her. The sound of the door hitting the wall made her look up. She smiled and then frowned. It had been close to five months since I had seen her. Even though we talked on the phone almost every day, seeing my sister in the flesh was always much better. If ever two twins were so different in looks than us, I have yet to find them. Caitlin is a blonde and naturally sucked sun up, turning it into a very healthy brown color. Her blue eyes, and those freckles across her nose, only added to her looks. Those shoulders and cat walk figure of hers always had the guys queuing up to date her. And I won't even mention that ass of hers, which is something that brothers are not supposed to think about when it's attached to a sister. As for me, the brown hair and eyes was a present from Dad, and trust me, I've thanked him often. My nose isn't as elegant as Caitlin's either, thanks to a heavy winter when I was eight years old and hitting the side of the garage face first when I lost control of the snow sled. That same accident did something to my sight as well, and from that day on I've had to wear glasses. Caitlin once suggested contacts, but there is no way I'm putting anything that close to my eyes ever again. The side of the garage was personal enough for me. I suppose what saved me from looking like a carbon copy of a geek was my early love for middle distance running. I never finished above middle field, but it sure helped my body definition as I grew into it. My sister, now shouting at me, brought me out of my reminiscing. "Dammit Matt, isn't a lady able to have some privacy in her own bedroom?" Walking in and sitting on the edge of her bed I retorted, "Ladies, yes. Sisters, no. What have you been up to?" "He had it coming Matt. I have witnesses. All this shit is simply paperwork." She had maneuvered the conversation. I wasn't going to get anything else out of her that much was for sure, so I left it at that and lay on Caitlin's bed, watching the ceiling and her feet as they came into view. "How's your school life going?" Caitlin asked, breaking the silence. We talked for a couple of hours, mostly me, bringing Caitlin up to speed, and her cross examining me about my social life, or rather the lack of it. The comfortable feeling we had around each other returning to our conversation, along with the feeling that we had never left each other's side. I liked that feeling. She was my sister, and when I was at college I missed her more each day. Suddenly, my stomach growled, reminding me that I had left Mom in the kitchen, and rather abruptly at that. Heading downstairs, I noticed Mom was still sitting at the table. She didn't even look up from the newspaper she was reading. "She's on the skinny side isn't she? Somehow I don't see college life ever agreeing with her," she announced without looking up from her paper. "I know we've been over this many times, Mom, but Caitlin should have come with me. You know I would have looked after her." Mom looked up from her paper and snorted a laugh. I had finally got my Mom back, now all I had to endure was her reply. "Son, she's a black belt and you're a geek. Just who would be looking out for who?" I mocked hurt feelings. Mom even came around the table and hugged me before sitting back down and getting down to business. "Things have changed between you two. I can name the day, but not the why. Can you tell me?" I shrugged my shoulders, thinking there really wasn't that much to tell. Recounting that morning, I reminded Mom that both she and Dad had gone into town early and then were off to Aunt Margaret's. Caitlin and I had breakfast, and then showered. She had told me she had a problem with her bike the evening before, so I was checking it out, trying to figure out why the chain would twist itself off the back wheel. She came out of the house and sat across from me. Sensing something was wrong; I stopped what I was doing and sat next to her. Eventually she said. "I love you Matt, but I just can't be anywhere near you anymore." Mom just sat across from me thinking, her eyes took on a distant look for a moment, eventually saying. "That's all she said?" Nodding, I went on to tell her that from that morning on, the distance between us grew. It felt like Caitlin would make a point of not even being in the same room as me unless there was someone else there as well. School was even worse. She started to get into more and more fights. Mom knew about most of them, but a couple Caitlin and I managed to keep quiet. For her part, Mom just sat and listened, there was a faraway look in her eyes, and then she frowned. "I'm going to call your father. He needs to know what's going on." This was an interesting turn of events. Mom got up and left to make the call from Dads den, closing the door behind her. I went back to my room to watch a DVD. Caitlin came in a few moments after the film started. I gestured to the chair, but she lay across the other side of the bed, assuming the position she was in when I thundered up the stairs and burst into her room earlier. It took a few minutes, but I started to sense her again. "Welcome back." I smiled before returning to the DVD. Caitlin ignored my comment, but continued to slowly open the link and let it flow again. The link between us was now as strong as ever. Being twins and growing up with it, we both took it for granted that everyone had one. As soon as we realized that they didn't, we made the decision to keep it our secret. Even researching it ourselves when no one was around. Relieved, we now knew we weren't freaks, and that what we called the link was common amongst twins; normally same sex twins. Of course I did get punched when I read that and said she must be a guy in disguise. I knew Caitlin had found a way to turn hers off a few of years back, but I wasn't going to force the issue. Back then, she had enough to deal with when puberty pulled her body every which way it could. We all thought it a stroke of genius when Mom enrolled her into Karate classes to help burn off at least some of her energy. She was a natural, rising through the belts to black very quickly. But now she walked a very fine line. Caitlin's temper, and the code she had to adhere to as a black belt, could well get her into trouble. I suppose the long night and the journey back home caught up with me because it wasn't long before I became a bad host and fell asleep. Waking a couple of hours later, I found my sister asleep next to me, her head resting on my chest, her arm across my stomach and one of her legs draped over both of mine. When I stirred, so did she. Without a word, Caitlin got up off the bed and left. I heard her door close a few moments later. Feeling hungry again, I took a walk down to the kitchen, tripping over the suitcase at the bottom of the stairs. "Oh, good, you're up. Carry my case to the car for me please." Mom waved towards the suitcase. Caitlin's door opened and she peered over the banister, watching and listening intently to the conversation below her. Still wondering what the heck was going on and my brain coming up blank, I asked, "Mom, what's going on?" "Your father wants me to go and see him. We have to decide what to do with Caitlin, and a phone call between us simply won't cut it this time." Mom looked up at my sister who had now rested her arms on the banister, her face growing redder by the second, before looking back at me. "It's close enough to the end of term not to bother sending either of you back, so you two have a choice; stay here or the cabin. I'll be gone a few days to a week at the most." Mom tossed me a set of keys for the cabin and headed for the door. Seconds later her car started up and she was gone. Caitlin and I stood at the door watching her car disappear down the block. It took me a moment to realize she was holding my hand, and the further Mom's car went down the block, the tighter the pressure she seemed to apply until Mom turned the corner. "There's something going on here, Caitlin. Mom's never acted like this before." Her hand slipped from mine and we both ended up back in the kitchen, Caitlin making coffee for us as we sat at the table. It was always the kitchen table that our family gravitated to in times of trouble and joy. If it could speak, that table could tell a tale or two about this family that was for sure. I guess I took after my dad in many ways; knowing when to keep my mouth shut was one of the traits I had inherited. It was obvious that my sister had something on her mind. The fact that she just stared at her coffee cup until the contents were cold was a major giveaway. As I watched her, those telltale signs about Caitlin came out in her. Her cheeks flushed, even her temples followed suit, and then the redness of her skin descended down her neck before she shook her head. Slowly, her color returned. Caitlin's eyes misted for a moment before she finally drew a breath. She looked at me and said, "I want to go to the cabin, Matt. I will understand if you don't, but I need to get away from here for a while." I knew she hadn't finished, so I just nodded and waited. Again, she looked at her cold cup of coffee, her hands wrapped tightly around it. She flushed once more before taking a deep breath and looked up at me saying, "I want you to come with me, Matt, but I know if you do, things are going to be said between us. Promise me something, what's said in the cabin stays in the cabin. I need my brother so much right now, but not if it means losing him because I said something stupid." "You're my sister, Caitlin. Whatever trouble you think you're in, we'll face it together." I put two fingers under her chin and lifted her head. She watched me closely; her eyes now full, ready to tear up. "You hear me, Caitlin?" I asked, still staring at her. She nodded and we stood up. I stepped in front of her and hugged her. For a second, Caitlin stiffened up and then relaxed into me, softly moaning into my ear. Suddenly, she gasped and pushed away from me, dashing up the stairs telling me she would be ready in thirty minutes. Watching her run up the stairs as though the hounds of Hell were after her, I was greatly amused and confused. Sighing to myself, I hoped against hope that the cabin trip would help her. I could tell she was hurting, and until I could figure it out, all I could do was watch and wait; around Caitlin, that's something foreign for me to do. ******* Dad had bought the cabin when we were ten years old. He told us one morning we were all going for a trip. When we pulled up in front of the cabin, Mom loved it, but still asked him why he bought it. Caitlin and I waited for his answer as well. He looked at her and simply said it was an investment in his family's future. An odd answer, but when Mom went to say something, she noticed both of us watching her and clammed up. As a family, we have come here every opportunity we could, and once Caitlin and I got our licenses, it also meant we could come here whenever we needed space. We split the four hour journey between us, and took diner breaks when we chose to. This was our holiday of sorts, and Caitlin and I chose to treat it as such. If anything, she seemed more at ease now. I know from our link that my sister was more relaxed as the miles to the cabin decreased. Ever the pragmatist, I stopped at the store on the way in. Caitlin loaded the cart, and we headed for the checkout. She chatted to the checkout girl as I loaded everything into bags, telling her we were going to the cabin for a week's holiday. "I sure hope you and your husband have a good holiday," the girl said. Caitlin didn't even flinch. She took her change and, with a smile, said, "Well thank you! We will." I stood in shock when Caitlin just breezed by me as though nothing had happened. It took me to the end of the store to catch up with her, still with that playful smile on her lips. "You didn't correct her," I pointed out when I caught up with her. "No, I didn't," was her only reply. She didn't even break stride in the car park, the smile still on her face as we loaded up the car. It wasn't until we got out of the car park and headed on the last stretch of our journey that she said anything. "Matt, I want to ask something of you. Please think about it before you answer. It will mean a lot to me if you think a great deal about it before you do." Now, when you take into consideration that Caitlin took after Mom, and had always been a shoot from the hip type of girl, I knew this had to be some question. Any thought of answering her was put on hold as the cabin came into view. Caitlin took charge of the groceries and told me to put our bags in the day room for now. She made us a drink, and we sat at the kitchen table. I could tell my sister wanted an answer from me. "Ok, Caitlin. I will agree to think about my answer. On the condition that you understand that once I give you that answer, I don't get any flak from you because it may not be the answer you wanted." I could see my sister turning all this over in her head before nodding her agreement. She drew a short breath and said, "When the checkout girl looked on us as husband and wife, I was so close to soaking my panties. When she said it, everything that has happened to me these last few years became clear to me." For a moment, her eyes focused on her cup before taking a deep breath. Summoning all her courage, she lifted her eyes to look directly at me, saying, "We are here for a week. I want you to leave your sister at home and treat me as your wife for the time we are at the cabin." Can anyone spell dumbstruck? Because that was how I felt just then. I could tell by the way Caitlin looked at me that she was very serious about this. She hung on, waiting for my reply, as though I would give my sister an answer to that question right at that moment. "Caitlin, I would like to ask you a couple of questions before I answer yours. I think that, knowing the question and the implications of that question, you will understand and allow me to at least ask a couple of my own first." My sister thought about it for a moment and I suspected this wasn't going the way she wanted it to go, but she had started it and had to see this through. Her cheeks reddened slightly before she once more breathed in deep and nodded her head. "You said earlier 'everything that has happened over the last few years.' I don't understand, Caitlin. What's happened to you that you would want me to agree to this?" She gripped her cup tighter, her knuckles white. Caitlin's eyes became distant, as though she was recalling moments of her past, looking for that one moment that would define what she had said and why she has behaved as she has for so long. "It hurts too much, Matt, being close to you anymore just rip's parts of my heart out." Simply looking at her, I could tell she was in turmoil. My sister was desperately close to tears and, short of holding onto her, which I also suspected would send her totally over the emotional edge, there was nothing I could do. Yet so many questions still thundered through my mind, seeking answers. "This isn't making any sense, Caitlin. We've always been close. I hate to state the obvious, but we are twins." Caitlin gave a small smile, and shrugged her shoulders expelling air as she did. Almost as though she had resigned herself to admitting to something she was about to say. "I watched you once. You didn't notice, or even hear me come into the shower room. When I realized you were there, all I could do was stand there and look at you. I quickly shut our link down so you wouldn't notice me. My entire being was simply frozen to that spot. I just stood there and stared at you." Caitlin All this was new to me. I had never seen Caitlin when I showered. Then it struck me that she was telling me that it was the same day I tried to fix her bike and she told me she could no longer be anywhere near me. "As I watched you shower," she paused for a moment, her cheeks reddening. Caitlin took a deep breath and continued. "My body went into revolt, and I came watching you wash yourself. I couldn't help it." Caitlin looked up at me, her eyes had a far off look about them, and her breathing became slightly more ragged. It seemed every emotion in her body was playing a part in Caitlin's turmoil. Her rosy cheeks were now spreading their color towards her temples and down her neck. "Honestly, I tried looking away, Matt, but I couldn't. Seeing you naked and just a shower glass between us, I wanted you so much," she finished on a whisper. By now Caitlin's link was in full flow, as her pent up emotions and thoughts of hopelessness rushed at me, assaulting my mind. She had finally opened the one part of herself she had kept away from me for so long. The pain of guilt that followed when her mind finally processed everything she had seen, done, and felt. The conflict her mind and body were in, and the torment of everyday hiding those feelings so deeply that I could never sense them. Day by day they festered within her, pushing her toward the edge of despair. I felt a sharp pain across my eyes. I tried to breathe normally, but just then everything started to go dark. From the limits of my thoughts, as my mind acted in defense of this onslaught and started to shut down, I heard my sister's voice scream my name in panic as I slipped into unconsciousness. The sound of Caitlin's voice came to me first, followed by the sensation of movement and then wetness on my face. Slowly I opened my eyes and for a moment watched my sister as she held my head in her arms, gently rocking back and forth, tears running freely down her face onto mine, saying, "I'm sorry, Matt, please wake up, I'm sorry I hurt you, please, Matt, wake up." Knowing all that I knew now, it surprised me that my own sister had managed to stay sane. I had got it all in one shot. For someone like Caitlin, it felt like every day she had been visited by so many emotional demons, which had pushed her deeper into her own reclusive state. I needed to help her. I just hoped I could live with myself and what I was about to do when this was all over. For the sake of my sister's sanity, I had to try. "Ok, Caitlin. I agree to everything you have asked for, but I have one condition. Failure to agree will mean the answer is no." She jumped at the sound of my voice, surprised that I was awake. All she could do was hug me and cry some more. It took a moment before both of us could get up from the floor, and I had one mother of a headache that was going to take some shifting. We now sat on the couch, Caitlin anxiously looking at me. "Caitlin, I know it all now. Everything you have held back from me all these years, and I'm so sorry that you had no one to talk to about this. It's because of that; that I will agree to the week's husband and wife adventure, but we both know it's more than that. So we're going to skip the pretense." My sister's face was now a mix of excitement and dread as she waited for me to finish. "When we go home, we have to tell Mom and Dad." Caitlin was already backing away from me, her head shaking. I grabbed her hands and her whole body tensed. She was visibly shaking now. Her eyes as wide as saucers and the color totally drained from her face. "Please, Matt. Don't make me agree to this. I will be alright after our week together. I promise," she pleaded. "Please, Matt. Everything will be ok. Don't make me agree to this." "No, Caitlin. Sooner or later they're going to figure this out. We can tell ourselves it won't, but we both know this is going to change us. We're saying it's only going to be for a week and then go back to being just brother and sister. Caitlin, that won't happen, and we both know it. We have to tell them." Pulling her hands away, Caitlin shakily stood and paced the room. She had forgotten about our link, and I could sense every fear going through her head as she faced them. After what felt like an eternity watching her pace, my sister finally sat down next to me and nodded her head. I ignored her. She figured out why and said, "Ok, I agree. I have no choice, and I just pray Mom and Dad won't kill us both when we do tell them." I needed to lay on the couch, hoping to ease the throbbing pain in my head. Caitlin snuggled in front of me, and I held her so tightly for a while. She needed space in her own head, and I had to give her time to be at peace with herself. Holding her like this was enough for now. "Caitlin, since we're now a married couple, does that mean we have to do all the sweaty, sticky, leaking stuff that married people do?" I whispered against her ear. I could feel her giggling as I held her. "God, I hope so." We both laughed so much. I had a wife now. We had both mentally closed one chapter of our lives, ready to accept this week's adventure. I even admitted to myself that it was something I was looking forward to. Caitlin may be my sister, but I had always known, in those far off reaches of my mind where no one is supposed to think those thought about their sisters, that this is what was meant for us. She had always been that one person in my life that I truly felt comfortable around, to the point that I could finally find my own peace. I had to put what would happen after this week way in the back of my mind. Our folks will find out in a week, and thinking about it now would simply cast a cloud over us. For Caitlin's sake, I couldn't let that happen. "You owe me." Caitlin glanced over her shoulder, not sure what I was talking about. "I haven't seen you naked since we were ten. You cheated and saw me naked more recently. I would say you owe me." The smile on her face gave her away. I think the mischief in her eyes backed that up as well. Detaching my arm from around her, she stood in front of me, closed her eyes for a moment and set about a slow dance to music in her head. My own sister was doing a strip tease dance for me. All I could do was watch and adjust my pants as she pulled clothes off her body, and what a body. When her blouse hit the floor, revealing her slightly muscular shoulders and upper arms, a side effect of all the karate training, the white straps of her bra an attractive contrast against the sun soaked skin, Caitlin turned her back to me. As her hands went to the clasp of her bra, her face moved slightly, allowing me to see that smile that could melt snow with its warmth. Her bra slid down her arms and joined her blouse on the floor, the gentle sway of her body slowly turning towards me. Caitlin placed her arms over her tits until she was facing me, and as the tune continued to play in her head, both arms opened up to me to reveal such beautiful tits, a comfortable C-cup that was for sure, and fitted her frame well. I had never imagined she would look so sexy, even when I watched her from time to time in a sports bra. I may have to re-evaluate Caitlin wearing them as often as she did, unless she's in a competition. There was no way I wanted to let those beauties stay hidden ever again. Even her nipples gave away what her face was telling me. The redness of her cheeks and neck simply confirming that, not only was she enjoying stripping in front of her brother, she was actually turned on by it. For a few moments she cupped and played with them, pulling on her nipples and making cones of her tits. That was maybe the first time I was ever jealous of Caitlin having her hands on something I wanted. As her hands now started to slide down her stomach, her body started to turn once again. This time, her own impatience was catching up with her, and although Caitlin was enjoying the moment, I suspected she had an itch she wanted scratching real bad. With her back to me, her thumbs went into the waistline of her pants. She bent over, taking her panties with her, and I nearly shot my own load right then as her pussy and ass were totally exposed to me, not more than a few feet away. She did a quick little shuffle, and those clothes ended up next to her blouse. I must say, if this was an impromptu strip, I would be Jell-O in her hands if she ever sat and thought about doing a rehearsed one. By now she had straightened up again, and her slow shuffle to the music she was hearing moved her back towards me. Both hands now made the journey up her body again, and pulled the grip from her pony tail, finally releasing her hair. As the last of her clothes hit the floor, she opened her eyes, looked down at the bulge in my pants, and smiled. "I'm glad your wife has the desired effect on her husband." She held out her hand and I took it. We walked to the bedroom, and, as I sat, she sat next to me. It was obvious that she wanted to say something; again, it felt right to let her lead this conversation. "Matt, you know that had I believed this would ever happen, I would have waited." We both looked at each other. Caitlin had misted up, and instinctively I held her hand in mine, squeezed it ever so gently, and waited. Caitlin held onto mine, her body trembled before she grabbed back control. Her gaze left me, and she stared towards the rug on the floor. I watched as she took a deep breath and continued. "When I got to college, I hit it pretty hard, all of my freshman year I bed hopped, if you ask me how many, I will tell you, but I'm hoping that you love me enough that you won't do that to me, looking back on my life, I'm not proud of any of it, but to me, it was the only way I could think of to get you out of my system." She paused just long enough to breathe again, in her rush to bare her soul she had poured it all out in one sentence. "I was a slut, Matt. I can't change that now." Something occurred to me, so I asked, "Is that why you had your fight?" "Yes. The asshole's name is Brad Marshall. He seemed to think that once a slut, always a slut. I tried telling him, Matt, but he wouldn't listen. He took it personally and pissed me off. He deserved the ass kicking he got." Caitlin was close to tears. The look on her face told me that she was very much afraid that, even at this late date, when her heart felt the need to simply love her brother as her husband it would now be destroyed, because of her need to be honest with me about her past. I stood and she looked up at me, uncertain of my actions. "Stand up." She did as I asked, although I could tell she was still uncertain of anything I was doing, our link telling her nothing. I watched as Caitlin, for a moment, struggled to decide what to do with her hands. Eventually she settled on placing them on my hips, her gaze never leaving mine. "When I kiss my wife for the first time, I want to do it standing up. So that she can see this means everything to me and it can never be confused with foreplay." The sparkle in her eyes was only just outdone by the smile on her face, as she raised her arms and now placed them around my neck. Although we are the same height, she raised herself onto her toes and kissed my forehead before placing both feet back on the ground. Tilting her head, her eyes closed a fraction of a second before mine did. As Caitlin's lips touched mine, her arms pulled my neck closer and held me there. She breathed out through her nose, and shuddered ever so slightly as her lips now crushed mine. I waited as Caitlin's tongue hesitantly ventured along my lips before touching hers with mine. There was no fight for supremacy, just a quiet acceptance that this was our first kiss, and we knew that, sometimes, a little is always enough. Her lips started to taste salty, and as I opened my eyes our lips parted. Caitlin was crying. As she buried her head into my neck, her body shook for a moment, too emotionally drained to say anything but choke back a tear or two. "Thank you my husband." Caitlin used the pause to her advantage. Her arms moved from my neck, another pause, and then a tugging at my pants before they fell to the floor. I felt the heat of my own cheeks. We were really going to do this, something that my sister had contemplated for so long now, and something that was banished to the back of my mind never to be given a name or a meaning. I wasn't going to fuck my sister. I was going to make love to my wife, and as far as both of us were concerned, this was indeed our wedding night. As I took a step back, my hands went to my shirt to undo the buttons and Caitlin pushed my hands out of the way. I had never seen the look she had on her face before. Her link wide open screamed her feelings at me, entwined within, the pent up hunger she felt as well. The beating of my own heart as it pounded in my ears, the warmth of my neck, and the sweat that crept down my forehead, dripping into my eyes telling me I was so hopelessly lost to this woman. The only thought that managed to take hold in my mind was that I should go gently. Caitlin suddenly stiffened and looked at me. Although her lust was still plain to see, a hint of anger peppered her next statement. "You dare, and I will break it off with my bare hands and make you watch as I fuck myself with it. I'm your wife, not some porcelain doll." I guess that told me our link was still alive and keeping Caitlin up to speed on my thoughts. By now, all my clothes were on the floor and her hand wrapped around my iron hard cock. For a second, she paused as though a doubt had caught up with her, and she was uncertain about what to do with it. As our eyes met, she continued to move her hand up and down my cock, saying, "Matt, I'm going to turn off my link. Please, understand that I'm not hiding anything from you. I simply want everything you do to me for now to be a surprise." She then looked down at what her hand was doing. The shrug of her shoulders was so slight that I almost missed it. "But I need to take care of this first because once you're hard again; this pussy of mine is going to need all the attention you can give it." I found Caitlin talking so honestly and dirty an incredible emotional rush, and a part of her that I would have never had envisaged. She sank to her knees, not once letting go of me, and as I slipped into her warm, exquisite mouth, she looked up at me and winked. All the time she worked on my cock, she never looked away; her eyes told me just as much as our link would have. I felt her hand slip between my legs and hold my sack. The warmth of her hand and the movement of her fingers added to the rush. She was right, I didn't last long. I had the most beautiful woman in the world giving me head, and doing a damned good job of it as well. I didn't need to tell her I was close, too much of my body gave me away. Caitlin timed everything. As she felt my balls tighten up she quickly took her hand away. Placing both her hands on my ass she pulled me towards her with one pull, forcing my cock down her throat as I came and sending everything that had built up over these last few days into her body. Those eyes never stopped looking up; they misted once I had finished. Gently, she wiped away her tears before she seemed to become serious and set about making me hard again. Pulling back slightly she sucked, and once again her hands worked their magic. This woman was incredible, even as the minutes ticked by she was busy. She was a woman on a mission and I didn't dare get in her way. Only when she was satisfied with her work did her lips part and she moved away. "I'm ashamed to say I planned that part. My pussy gets the first real load. I promised myself that I had to take you deep, so I didn't taste you. That way, when I do make you come in my mouth, I get to taste you for the first time." As she stood, I shook my head. Every day with this woman would be an adventure. I had to admire her ingenuity though. Once again Caitlin wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. He hips moved and I could feel her maneuver herself so that her pubic bone rubbed my cock. She was trying; I had to give her that, so many hints and no pushing me. The heat from her body just seemed to increase by the second. I decided it was time for a little action. I leaned down and grabbed her ass. Caitlin moaned as she continued to kiss me, her arms held on tight, ready for anything; she wasn't giving up on our kiss that was for sure. My fingers dug deep as I lifted her off her feet and spun us around. Caitlin's legs wrapped themselves around me as I forced her body against the wall. The tip of my cock felt warmth and wetness and, with an upwards motion of my hips and a silent prayer that I was in the right place, I sank into her in one wet squelching thrust. Caitlin broke our kiss and moaned into my neck, her hips already trying to move and take as much pleasure as her pussy would give. Again she moaned as I thrust upwards to meet her hips. She said something, but my neck muffled her. Caitlin pushed herself away from me to meet my gaze, her hips still challenging me to keep up the rhythm we were both trying to establish. "The bed, Matt, I need the bed. I want this..." Suddenly, she sucked in air. Her eyelids fluttered for a second. "Oh fuck yes, there, right there." Her pussy spasmed and it seemed to wrap itself tighter to my cock. Caitlin buried her head into my chest, and one long groan escaped her lips. Her hips paused for a moment as her body pleasured itself through her mini orgasm. Suddenly, she pushed down and went back to rocking her hips. Caitlin didn't see me smile, and I was so grateful that she had shut our link down. It was time to get down, and just a little dirty. "You have no idea how long I've waited for that, Matt. Just a few million more of those, and I can die a very happy woman." My moving caught her unaware, and her eyes shot open as a 'what are you up to' look crossed her face. I walked over to the bed, lifted her off, and let her go. Caitlin simply let go and bounced once on the bed, her legs wide open and that mischievous smile still challenging me. Holding her knees, I climbed onto the bed, my eyes never leaving that cum soaked hole, her pussy lips bloated and shiny. My own senses were on a high as I drew closer to her womanhood. She seemed to shrink a little as the distance between us became nothing but a breath away. Inhaling her perfume, my cock twitched in anticipation. My nose touched her pubic bone and Caitlin moaned. Her hands were on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair. As my tongue darted out and pierced the fleshy protection of her clit, her hips lurched upwards. "Oh fuck, Matt, this isn't fair. It just isn't fair." I would have smiled at her remark, but my mouth was wide open and already in the process of covering her clit. My tongue danced over it, taunting it, running tiny circles around that bloated little bud. As I lapped up her juices as quickly as I could, her gasp and then moan changed to a scream, her fingers digging into my scalp. Holding handfuls of hair in her hands, she pulled my face closer to her pussy as she gave out one final scream and came all over my face. I met my challenge and drank from that pleasure well, sending poor Caitlin into a cycle of one orgasm chasing another through her body. Her body bucked and thrashed around the bed, and, without even realizing it, poor Caitlin was now in a cycle of her own making, the longer she held my face to her pussy with her hands on my head and her legs now wrapped around me. What was a red blooded man supposed to do? Suddenly, she let go, sucked in air and went rigid. For a while I wondered what I had done to her, then she let out a slow moan and her body simply deflated, her chest sucking in air. Caitlin Again my cock twitched, reminding me it was time to change things. Caitlin's legs still lay on my back her body was still too much of an emotional wreck to move them away. I held onto her legs and raised my body, her legs now resting on my shoulders. Grabbing a pillow with my other hand, I shoved it under her ass and then moved my body up hers. We kissed, but Caitlin, quickly stopped kissing me, licking her own cum off of my face, her hands holding me still while she did. Once she was satisfied that she had taken back what was hers, her hands moved down her body and again held onto my cock, angling it into position. As I slowly entered her, Caitlin's eyes closed for a moment. Then I watched, fascinated, as her eyes seemed to roll into the back of her head for a second or so before she let out a slow groan. I felt her arms move to envelope me; her fingers gently rubbed the base of my neck as I started to bottom out inside her. Caitlin lifted her hips, trying to make sure that I could get as much of myself into her as I could. Pausing for a moment, we both stared long and hard at each other. This was indeed the point of no return for us. Caitlin nodded her head, and gently adjusted herself on my cock before I withdrew, her body automatically tried to follow. As I stopped with barely the tip of my cock insider her, I would enter her again, that warm, wet little pussy of hers waiting. Caitlin was having trouble breathing, who could blame her? I had her bent almost double with her knees touching her shoulders. Caitlin sensed me trying to make her more comfortable by adjusting my position, and she clamped her pussy muscles, her hands quickly going to my ass to hold me there, her nails digging deep into me. As I looked as her, she smiled and said, "Just fuck me, my husband. Everything will be fine. I've waited so long for this. We can sort out my aches and pains later." Again, I started out slowly. I needn't have bothered; it felt like that pussy of hers was pushing out a lake of cum. The more I pushed into her, the louder the slapping sound. Pretty soon I was pounding into her for all I was worth. As much as we were enjoying ourselves, I could clearly see her discomfort. It didn't take us long to mover her legs out of the way; instinctively, they seemed to wrap themselves around my waist as soon as I let them go. By now I was grateful to Caitlin. As erotic as all of this was, I knew I could last a lot longer now, and hearing her moan, grabbing handfuls of my ass, and screaming into my ear to fuck her harder, I got the impression that she was just as grateful. Without warning, I withdrew. Poor Caitlin didn't know whether to cry or hit me for leaving her so close to her orgasm. Grabbing her hips I simply rolled her over, instinctively she lifted herself onto all fours. She buried her head into the pillow as I grabbed her hips and forced myself back into her. Caitlin quickly anticipated my movement and every forward thrust were met by her coming back at me. Caitlin's head lifted from the pillow, her mouth opened and, in between slow moans of pleasures, she said, "Harder, Matt, this is your pussy. Fuck it harder, make it cum, make me cum." To emphasize her point, she would clamp her pussy muscles as I tried to enter her, forcing me to grab her hips and use them for leverage. Time seemed to be an irrelevance. Our one aim was to simply derive as much pleasure to and for each other as we could, and judging by the wet sounds emanating from between her legs as I bottomed out insider her, that was definitely an achievable task. Despite my best efforts to hold back as long as I could, I could feel that steady build up coming. Caitlin always seemed to have an answer; my own body gave me away on too many occasions. With one final thrust, I pushed forward and held there, my cock sending everything it had into Caitlin's womb. The only two things keeping her up were my cock in her pussy and my hands on her hips, the rest of Caitlin was a sweating, gasping heap lying across the pillow, as she herself was being devoured by her own orgasm. Just having the energy to pull my slowly shrinking cock out of her, as she groaned and flopped onto the bed, meant I had to use my arms for support. I looked at Caitlin lying there; her hair a sweaty, tangled mess, her body glistened. Even as I watched, her body would twitch occasionally as it tried to drag her back to something resembling normalcy. But it was the smile on her face that held me, that smile of contentment, of being thoroughly fucked and happy because of it. That was the picture of my wife as I see her at that moment. A picture that I was sure would be branded into my brain, a happy reminder that this was where we were truly meant to be. Even as I shook my head at this wonder, I felt my loins start to stir once more. The desire to take her again is one thing, but the need to hold this sweat soaked, beautiful creature is far more overpowering, so I snuggled into her and held her close. I knew my body was giving itself away, but what could I do? Caitlin sensed, and then felt, me start to harden again. After adjusting her body so my cock was between her ass cheeks, she said, "You're just not built normal, Matt. How can you even start to get hard again so soon after what we have just done?" Caitlin started to laugh, and I simply couldn't help myself. I joined her, and as I moved closer, our bodies melting into each other, we both sought out the one thing that meant everything to us. Sweaty, sticky, and beautiful body contact. We both chatted for a while, ignoring the elephant in the room. We had committed incest. Yes, we had cloaked it in what we both called marriage, but it was there. Had I cause to regret it? The answer to that had to be no. Caitlin may be my sister, but she was also my life. I intended to wake up every morning with her in my arms so that she would always be the first person I see when the sun came up. Sleep took us for a while, yet the hunger our bodies had for each other soon woke us. This time we made love, slow tender moments, when both of us took time to explore each other. We came when our bodies needed too and then went back to exploring. Finally, when our bodies couldn't do it anymore, and our minds screamed for rest, we slept the sleep of the exhausted. As the morning sun cleared the porch and invaded our day, my eyes opened to Caitlin. Her leg thrown over my hip, her arm over mine, and her head buried into my chest. The rhythm of her breathing telling me she was still asleep. I smiled to myself, thinking she had all the bases covered, and as I moved, I was proved right. Her eyes opened, and the smile that lit her face was to die for. We kissed, and as my body again responded, we groaned. Caitlin then giggled as we both had the same thought. "Come on, Wife-of-mine, let's get showered, actually get some clothes on, and go into town." "You mean to tell me there is nothing on offer that doesn't take your fancy?" she pouted. Climbing on top of me, she kissed me again. I gently slapped her ass before I rolled over, leaving her on the bed. As I stood and headed for the shower, Caitlin called my name. Turning, I saw her sitting on her legs in the middle of the bed, looking at me. "Matt, thank you for agreeing to this, I know I'm soiled goods in many men's eyes, but I've seen the way you look at me. I know you have forgiven me, our link gives you away on that." I could tell she wanted to say more, perhaps she just ran out of courage, I'm not sure. By the time I got back to bed and sat next to her, Caitlin's chin rested on her chest. She had started crying, and holding her in that position was difficult so she just slumped forward and rested her head on my thigh as she quietly cried some more. Caitlin was clearly frustrated. Perhaps it was time for me to say something after all. "Sit up." At first I thought she hadn't heard me. My mouth opened to say it again, and I heard her pull in a breath. She moved back into sitting on her legs in the center of the bed. At first she refused to look at me. Finally the silence grew too difficult for her, and a pair of misty, beautiful blue eyes looked towards me. Still uncertain about what to say to break the silence, Caitlin did it for me. "I loved what we did last night, and it will stay in my mind forever. I know as the days, months, and God I hope, years go by, you will look on me more and more as your wife, not your sister." "Just remember this conversation when you're tied to the bed and I'm slapping your ass." Sometimes the right amount of humor at just the right time can bridge any rift of feelings. At that moment, my Caitlin needed something to desperately hang onto. Self-pity wasn't one of those things. I could still hear her laughing as I ran the shower for us both. Moments later she joined me, and as I was washing her back she asked me when I became such a pervert. It was when I leaned in close whispering into her ear that I had learned it all from my sister, that she screamed, turned on me, grabbing the shower head as she did, and sprayed me down. Our day out at town was fun and an education. Caitlin and I had subconsciously started to mold ourselves to each other. I suppose our link helped, but it also became a point of humor at certain moments throughout the day. Caitlin had bent down to pick something up from the bottom shelf, and as she started to stand, she choked and then laughed, looking at me when she was upright. I went a little red; thankfully, she waited until we were outside before she said, "To start with, we can't have sex twenty-four seven. Mine would be too sore and yours would fall off, but I do thank you for the compliment about my ass and what you would like to do with it." She giggled. I was so busted, and, shrugging my shoulders, decided to just go with the flow. As I held her hand and we walked through the mall, all I could say to her was, "You can't blame a guy for trying." It was the burst of laughter that came from her followed by a hug, the smell of her hair, and the proximity of her body that started to make me hard. Caitlin no doubt felt it because she pulled away from me just enough to smile and kiss me. That was it, I was done for. The growing bulge in my pants now a dead giveaway if she moved. Rubbing herself gently against my growing bulge, she whispered, "Well dear Husband. I wonder what it's worth to you right now that I don't move so you won't be escorted out of the mall by those two hunky looking security guards." I offered my wife her weight in gold and she settled for lunch and coffee, now that's true love. She did actually stretch it out to an evening at the cinema as well. It was dark by the time we got back to the cabin, rather exhausted. Caitlin and I simply undressed and slumped into bed. She took a moment to adjust herself, ending up spooned into me, my cock between the crack of her ass cheeks and my hand on one of those fantastic breasts of hers. No sooner was my hand over her than her nipple started to harden. With her own hand over mine, making sure I couldn't move, she said, "We may not have sex twenty-four seven, Matt, but this is how I always want us to sleep together." ******* It was the sound of the door banging that woke me the next morning, and had me looking around for a few seconds to try and remember where I was before I realized I was on my own. Once I looked at my watch, my mind eased. She had gone for a run, so I figured I had about forty minutes before a very sweat soaked Caitlin would come crashing through the door. It was an hour before she came through the door; so much for setting my watch by her runs. Caitlin smiled as she entered the room. Her now wet clothes forming a trail across the day room and into the shower was far outweighed by seeing that ass of hers as she disappeared into the shower cubicle. "I can sense you watching my ass." That link of ours can sure get me into trouble some times. "No, I'm picking up behind you like I always do," was my only excuse. "Maybe so, but you were still looking at my ass. So when are you going to do something about it?" "About what?" I asked. Caitlin's head appeared out of the shower, her hair now a white froth of shampoo. "Matt, if you want my ass that badly, you only have to ask. This body belongs to you just as much as it does to me. I only agree with that last statement because all that body of yours belongs to me as much as it belongs to you. So I ask again, do you want my ass, and if so, when?" As her last words left her lips, she suddenly put her hands to her mouth, realization coming to her eyes. She quickly ducked back into the shower to rinse off. I left her to it, putting her sweat soaked running gear in the basket before setting the table for breakfast. "I'm sorry, Matt. I let my mouth run on me before I let our link figure out what it was trying to tell me." The warmth coming from her voice told me she was sincere, and her hug sealed the deal. We ate in silence; I knew Caitlin was waiting for me to say something. "Caitlin, my first words may sting a little. They're not intentional, just a way of explaining to you what I mean." Nodding and looking at me she waited, her breakfast now a thing of memory. "You have to remember you have been around the block a few times more than I have. Should we look in the mirror, we both know what we would see. You got the looks in this partnership, while I got stuck with the brains. You're the hot babe, and I'm always going to be the geek." We may have sat across from each other, but I could feel Caitlin's link, and was grateful she understood what I said and how I had said it. Her hand held mine for such a long time, her warmth telling me so much about my sister. She gave it one small squeeze and said, "Not a day goes by that I regret that I didn't wait for you, and that we could have done all this the first time and together." At first the sadness of her statement tore at my heart. Her past was exactly that, and as far as I was concerned, it would always be that way. I had to finish my explanation, to leave all this hanging in mid-air felt so wrong. "All I'm asking for, Caitlin is time. The few girls I've been with never let me get that far. Now I'm handed a wife with a hot body, and a free pass to climb all over that body and do what I like with. That's kid in a candy store stuff, Caitlin, and from where I sit, just a little overwhelming." Thankfully, the smile on her face let me know she understood what I was trying to say. We stood and hugged. Then, of course Caitlin being Caitlin, she slipped off her towel and strolled back to the bedroom, dragging it behind her and showing me that cute ass of hers. Just like every wife in the world, she had to get the last word in. "I can hear your thoughts, Matt, and you wouldn't dare." Well, she had heard them, and I did dare. For the next twenty minutes I had Caitlin on the edge of the bed with her legs over my shoulders, pounding her pussy for all I was worth, pulling two orgasms out of her to my one. I figured it was a fair trade for a dare. When I gently let her legs down, and had calmed down a little from her last orgasm, she said, "There isn't a number for the amount of times a day I think how grateful I am you're my husband, and my friend." If a comment like that isn't supposed to stroke a man's ego, I'm not sure what is. Just looking into her eyes I could see how happy she was, and the beating of my own heart wasn't just through exertion either. I smiled back, leaned in and kissed her. Caitlin held onto both sides of my head and kissed me right back. I was so desperately lost to this woman and judging by the warmth and understanding in her eyes, she knew it as well. ******* A day at the cabin would do us both good, so Caitlin set about making something to eat while I got the double hammock out of the shed and set it up. Caitlin, and that bikini of hers, joined me twenty minutes later, and ten minutes after that she had already shed her top. Once we had eaten, we lay on the hammock. It would have been mid-morning when she leaned up on one arm to make eye contact with me; she had decided it was time to talk. I guess I'm always going to be my father's son. Silence seemed like a good option. "Matt, we've lived our lives together, but I still want you to know the ground rules in our marriage." She paused for just a moment, and then smiled an almost embarrassed smile, her cheeks ever so slightly red and getting redder by the second. Eventually, she blurted out what she wanted to say, "I don't flout my body in front of you. It's yours and always will be, even the icky week when I get all hormonal. I will never refuse you. You just need to remember that we will need to step up the showers between us if you want sex that week, please." I tried so desperately hard not to laugh and finally settled on a smile, my finger touched her lips and she stopped talking. "Would you like to hold your husband while he holds you on a hammock?" Caitlin nodded and closed in, her breasts touched my skin first and I could already feel myself start to harden. As she wrapped her arm around me and held me close, I dropped a leg over the side and used it to rock us both for a while. "Enough with the rules, Caitlin, we both know what we mean, and when we're stuck for words our link seems to take care of that bit." I felt her head nod in agreement. "So I propose one simple rule that says it all, no means no." Caitlin giggled and held me tighter. "Tell me, Caitlin, have you ever had sex on a hammock?" Her answer was short and to the point, her hand traveled towards my shorts. We were slow, my continual rocking of the hammock proved to be just the added little bit of spice. Caitlin learned quickly that lying on top and trying not to sit up kept the hammock from pitching. She was a woman possessed, and that only added to the intensity of our lovemaking that morning. Hooking her feet into the hammock, she used her leverage to move up and down on my cock. The look on her face and the sweat on her brow, as she would try anything to intensify our joining, telling me she was enjoying this experiment just as much as I was. Finally, her vaginal muscles clamped around my cock, her body gave a little shudder. As she buried her head into my chest, wrapping her hands around my neck, a small moan of pleasure, followed by a very damp patch around my groin, told me she had cum. It only took her a few moments to recover before she stood and lay back onto the hammock and my body. Her warm mouth sank down over my cock as her lips enveloped me. My eyes were now greeted with the sight of my wife's bloated pussy lips, still leaking cum. As aroused as I was, there was no holding me back. I wrapped my arms around her ass and buried my head between her legs. The smell of her cum only intensified my enjoyment. I licked and sucked her clean. Poor Caitlin was so distracted with what I was doing to her, all she could do was lift her mouth off my cock and moan gently as she wrapped her hand around it, her head resting on my thigh. "Matt, I'm supposed to be getting you off, not the other way around." In response, I moved my hand and pushed two fingers into her still soaked pussy, pulled them out and sank them into her ass. Caitlin stiffened and moaned again, my cock all but forgotten as my two point assault of her body simply pushed her arousal state through the roof and she came again. My wife wanted to return to the task in hand so she lifted herself onto her knees, trying to keep her pussy out of reach, while her attention was again centered on me. That failed, when two fingers started to play with her clit, a finger running its full length only to return just as quickly and change tactics. Soon after, my thumb and finger would then assault her cum soaked and hyper sensitive nub. A groan and another shudder told me she wasn't far off another orgasm, and as her body stiffened, I thought I had her there yet again. Suddenly she sat up and got off the hammock and turned. As she held my cock, she slid down onto it. Caitlin "This is mine, and so are the contents." I stifled a laugh. The look on her face telling me it may not be a good idea to hold out on her. Even when I went to play with her tits, she swiped my hands away, saying, "You don't get to play with any of your toys until I get what's owed me." Settling for holding her hips, I thrust up into her soft velvet pussy, the sounds we made as we both bottomed out adding to our sense of arousal. Caitlin had changed tactics now, and, as she lowered herself onto me, clenched her muscles, pausing before lifting herself. She smiled as she felt my cock twitch, and placed her hands on either side of my face, her tits now comfortably within reach. The look of concentration was still there and her need to make me cum now more forceful and desperate. My hand scooped her left breast into my mouth. I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, running my teeth along it as I did. Caitlin gasped and went back to slamming her pussy down onto me. Rocking the hammock all but forgotten now, I concentrated on holding it still as she worked her magic on me, and, with one final twitch of her pussy muscles, my cum shot deep into her. With a satisfied look on her face, Caitlin pulled her tit out of my mouth and slumped onto my chest, her own body heaving and quivering as the orgasm she had fended off so I could have mine enveloped her. Neither one of us wanted to get up from the hammock. Although I did casually mention that if she peed on me, I would feel obligated to return the favor. With a pout and a wicked grin, Caitlin eventually climbed off of me, and with the words 'spoil sport' still hanging in the air she wandered back to the cabin, swaying that cute ass of hers yet again. Caitlin had already exited the bathroom by the time I had pulled the hammock apart, put it back into storage, and got back into the cabin. "Get your shorts off, Matt. This is a no clothes cabin." Ok, now I was confused. I guess I didn't get the memo. "When did that happen?" I asked. "The decision was made while I was emptying my bladder and you're cum out of my pussy. I even held a vote. Oh, and by the way, you abstained due to your absence." Caitlin came out from the kitchen, her hand held out. The two second wait for my shorts only gained me a click of her fingers and pointing towards the offending shorts. Tempted as I was, I wasn't sure I could make one pair of shorts last a whole strip tease. Caitlin, now in possession of my shorts, dropped them into the wash basket and set about dinner, totally naked and, I suspect, slightly aroused that her husband was watching her make it. My chores being more menial, I got the table ready. It was later in the evening, while we were both lying on the couch, listening to music and doing nothing more than holding each other, that Caitlin made her announcement. "Going back to college is a no brainer. I want to finish my education. The trouble is, we're going to be hitting the folks with so much information when we go back, I'm not sure we're going to get them to agree to me changing to your college to finish my degree." Poor Caitlin's mind was already mapping out our future, and our parent's ability to keep both of us off balance with all but the most common sense decisions meant that both of us simply had to be honest with them and hope. "We won't know until we try, and trying to second guess our folks has always been a magical mystery tour. Once our cards are on the table, anything can happen, so just hang in there. Always remember it's us from now on." For a long while, Caitlin just lay there, saying nothing. Finally, she nodded her head in agreement. With a sigh, she stood up and held out her hand, and with one sentence I was as hard as iron. "My husband, as a woman I have needs, and right now I have a need for you to be in my ass." Caitlin had her hand outstretched and of course I took it. I was slow and very gentle with her, right up to the point when she pushed her hand under herself and started frantically rubbing her clit. She screamed that she needed me to go faster, her breath catching in her throat, and she just managed to stifle a scream long enough to arch her back on my inward thrust. Her first orgasm of the evening vibrated off the walls of the cabin. ******* The slam of the cabin door had started to become my morning wake up call. I showered and made breakfast just in time to see a sweating Caitlin walk passed, dropping her clothes on the way to the shower. "You can look at my ass as much as you want. You've had it now." "I'm picking up your clothes after you, yet again." "You're also looking at my ass. I don't mind, I'm happy you like it," she countered. I was so busted with this woman. Caitlin came out of the shower in nothing more than a towel covering her hair. We had breakfast and settled on a trip to the mall. Caitlin even found the checkout girl that started all this. They chatted and I bagged. An uneasy feeling crept up on me and I pushed it aside with all my might, but it simply wouldn't go away. Even as I placed the bags into the car it was there, and my wife trying to draw a conversation out of me, it didn't work. Sensing Caitlin was using our link to find out what was troubling me, I glared at her. She dropped her gaze and looked back out the window. It was me that wanted to pick the place for this conversation, and Caitlin's reluctance to enter the cabin just proved me right. "The answer to your question is yes." Caitlin went back to removing her clothes, folding them and putting them in the bedroom along with mine. "When did it start?" She went a little red, but continued to stare at me defiantly. "My second year. I wasn't about to give up sex, but I wasn't going to go down the slut route anymore. Sleeping with girls just seemed the more logical choice. I know you're not going to ask, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I've slept with four girls, mostly as singles, sometimes more than one at a time." I just shook my head. "I don't know you, do I?" Caitlin came and sat on the floor next to me, her hands in mine. "Matt, it was my choice to make. I felt I betrayed you so many times with the guys at college. At least with the girls I knew I was safe. I steered clear of the dykes, and we all made a choice that it was us and no one else." Male ego is such a fragile thing. "Will this go on, Caitlin? It's important you answer this." She didn't even think about it, her hands held mine as if to make a point of her next statement. "Not in my lifetime. I have what I want and always wanted. If you ask me to bring another woman into our relationship, I will have to think long and hard about it. The only answer I can give you is this, you are my life. The girls were a distraction. There will never be anyone else in our lives or our bed, you have to believe that. You are far too important to me to mess around with." We hugged and skipped around the conversation for most of the day. Caitlin couldn't keep from wondering and her link gave her away. Eventually, she asked me how I knew. I told her, "When I'm relaxed, I feel I can go deeper into our link. You hid it well, but when you talked to the checkout girl, you felt your panties getting wet. You had a mental image of you two together. You were quick to remove it, but I saw it." Caitlin flushed, and nodded her head, agreeing with everything I said. "It was a two second image, Matt. She reminded me of one of the girls in our group, and I let that image out. I'm sorry; I won't allow that to happen again." Our last couple of days, we stuck close to the cabin. Caitlin sometimes made a point of dragging me back into the cabin for sex; other times she simply couldn't wait and we made love on the spot. Her 'no clothes rule' was fun, and gave me away far too often. Of course, I did accuse her of bending over in front of me on purpose. Caitlin, of course, gave off that innocent face and declared she didn't know what I was talking about, just before she went down on her knees, opening her mouth as she did, or bending over the picnic bench, looking over her shoulder with that 'what are you waiting for' look. That whole cabin pretty much got used by us that week, and will hold many fond memories, as step by step, we became what deep down inside us we knew we were, in love and desperately happy to be the same. ******* The week had now drawn to its close, and the unease started to creep into Caitlin. I knew she would keep her word, and when I sat and talked about our relationship with our folks, she would be at my side. A wreck no doubt, but she would be there nonetheless. On our journey back, we still took diner breaks and turns driving while we chatted about what we had both planned to do for the future. Caitlin asked for one more diner stop, and the caffeine boost seemed to help settle her nerves. I figured it best if I drove the last fifty miles. It was the sound of police sirens in the distance that alerted me to trouble. I turned the radio down and it sounded like there were at least two. As we crested a small hill, we both watched as three cars were in pursuit of a black sedan. The car was going at a crazy speed, taking up all of his side of the road in an attempt to keep the police from using their own cars to carefully bump him off the road. This did not feel like it was going to end well. As his car swerved to the edge of the road, the driver dropped a wheel into a rut in the road. In an effort to correct his mistake, he over steered and now the sedan was heading directly for us. I hit the brakes, but even as I did that, I realized it was a futile attempt to stave off the inevitable. My hand reached for my belt and snapped it open. Caitlin watched me do it and screamed. Twisting the wheel and pointing the car directly at the sedan, I pulled Caitlin down as far as her belt would allow and threw myself over her. I knew she had to survive; she was my life, and every breath that entered my body did so because I loved her so much. The room was dark, silence prevailed, but my senses told me there was someone there, wherever this place was. I made to move and the firmness of the hand held onto mine, its warmth a comfort. A small buzzing noise above me was followed a moment later by a woman's voice asking me really stupid questions. Of course it hurt, and if I could name a place that didn't, it would be easier than naming the places that did. The warm hand that held mine still said nothing, gently squeezing mine occasionally. "I hope you're in better condition than I feel I am, Caitlin." "How did you know it was me?" At least laughing didn't hurt that much. I really must tell that nurse maybe that will help her diagnoses of me. "You know how, that will never change and you know what else will never change. Stay tuned, Caitlin, I don't ever want that to go away. " I heard nothing in the room after that, yet, even unconscious, I could still feel Caitlin in there with me. She was re-living our holiday, our first kiss, her confession of her wild times at college, and our most intimate moments before she pleaded with me to enter her. It was daylight when I woke again, my eyes took in the room and Caitlin asleep, her head resting on the bed, her hand still in mine. My thoughts, as I watched her there, seemed to have been the ones that woke her. Her eyes snapped open, and, with a smile that put even the sun to shame, she pounced onto the bed and hugged me. "You bastard, you try a stunt like that again and I will kill you with my bare hands." "Are you suggesting that your own brother is illegitimate, Caitlin?" came the voice behind her, stopping her in her tracks. We both looked at the familiar figure leaning against the door frame, the smile on his face both hiding relief that I was awake and alerting Caitlin to the fact that he really did understand why she made such a comment. "No, Daddy. But the threat remains the same. I love him for what he did, but he scared me half to death because of it." Caitlin quickly sat back down on the chair as Dad entered the room, closely followed by the doctor who then took over with another barrage of questions. This time I could gladly state that only my hip and leg hurt now. The look on his face told me that the conversation I would have from then on would be one I would not be looking forward to at all. Scattered thoughts and broken images were all that was left of that day, and with my family there, as well as the doctor, I managed to piece together what happened after the whole world went black. We hit the sedan head on and my body acted as a cushion for Caitlin, her belt taking up the rest of the slack. I was then thrown through the screen and ended up on the road. With the police there, it didn't take long to get an ambulance to me and then straight into surgery. My hip and right leg took the most damage. With the pins and screws I would have in me for the rest of my life holding bits of me together, no one fancied my chances of ever getting clean through an airport metal detector again. They didn't bother to tell me about the broken ribs, I could feel them without their help on that one. Convalescence and physiotherapy were now the new regime. Weeks of both brought the expected results in most areas; that was until the doctor sat me down and showed me my x-rays. It was his belief that I would walk firstly with the aid of a cane, and then limp for the rest of my life. As for sports, start getting used to watching it on TV. It wasn't as big a blow as I thought it might have been. With the almost daily physiotherapy, my hip and leg were in a constant state of pain. Late at night, when I was curled up crying through the agony, Caitlin would sneak into my room in her pj's. They would drop off her body by the side of the bed, and she would curl up alongside me, holding me, crying with me. It was a constant reminder that all this was worth it because my wife was by my side, very much alive. Any pain I had became more bearable as the nights went on. Making love? We were both far too emotionally drained for that. Caitlin would always wait until I was asleep before she would dress again and go back to her own room. I shudder to think about how much sleep she got through those weeks, as I tried so hard to bring my body back to something that resembled normal. Yet every morning, she was up before me, as cheerful as always, and never a dark circle around those beautiful blue eyes. I was fighting two battles now. To get fit enough to get back to college by the end of summer break, and Caitlin going into guilty mode because she survived with nothing more than a pulled muscle in her shoulder. The day the doctor signed me off was the day I walked into Caitlin's room, the look on my face and our link telling her it was time. "Please, Matt. Our folks have been through enough, getting you back alive and just being able to walk again, without us hitting them with this." "A deal is a deal, Caitlin." I held out my hand, and, for a second, she looked at it as though it was infected; to touch it would mean so much unspeakable pain. Perhaps that was true, but we needed to do this, and we had to do it together. So hand in hand, we walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, asking our father to come out of his den and join us. Although I did all the talking, both our folks just sat and watched Caitlin. She returned their stare as defiantly as she could. The fact that I couldn't feel my hand because she was holding it so tightly, gave me the impression she was, at best, holding her own. But only just. There was no shouting, no recriminations, not even threats to disown us and report us to the police. For many minutes, Mom and Dad just sat and watched us both. Eventually, Mom leaned forward, placing her arms on the table for support, and although directed at us both, she was looking at Caitlin as she said, "You have always been the leading force between you both, Caitlin. Your father and I saw it when you were babies. You wouldn't sleep unless your brother was next to you. Everything we did with you had to be together." Caitlin was motionless in her seat. Although she stared at Mom, we both knew she spoke the truth. We may not have known it at that age, but it didn't take us long to realize it. Even now, I could feel her knee against mine, her unconscious mind still needing that contact. "As you got older, you both still gravitated towards each other, but you just got smarter about it, didn't you?" What surprised me was that Caitlin just nodded her head in agreement. "Your dad and I knew you tried, Caitlin. It must have been your own living hell, but bless you girl, you tried." By now, Caitlin had misted up, a tear trickled down her cheek, but she still refused to look away from Mom. "I won't give Matt up, Mom. I love him." Dad's hand went across to Mom's and held tight. We all knew he held his own council; it was now he chose to speak. "We've known from the day you were both born it would lead to this day, and we agonized over what we should do about it. Morally, you are doomed, but our love for you both has to outweigh the moral issue here." Even Mom watched Dad as he spoke. Caitlin and I were ready for anything they were going to say or do, but nothing prepared us for what he said next. "We couldn't believe our luck when both of you wanted to go to different colleges." Caitlin's whole body tensed for a moment as she digested what he had said. When she started to tremble, I looked at her, fearing the worst. She had gone pale, her eyes narrowed as she glared at Dad. As she made to stand, I held onto her, but I couldn't stop her from shouting at him. "You make me sick! We are dying inside, and you're glad we are at different colleges! I fucking hate you!" With one more lunge, she freed herself from me and leaned across the table, her face a foot away from Dad's. He didn't move. He just sat and watched as she screamed her last words at him. "You hear me?! I fucking hate you!" Caitlin sat back down, a smug look on her face. Dad simply looked at Mom, nodded to her, and got up. We all watched as he walked into the day room and sat in his chair, staring at the blank screen on the TV. "Now that you've finished running your mouth off, do you want to listen to the rest of what your father was going to tell you?" We both watched Mom, Caitlin held onto my hand for support. She knew her outburst would cost her dearly. Mom went on to explain that it was our father who had realized that our relationship would flourish. Mom initially dismissed it, but he would have none of it, and, over the years, had already set wheels in motion to protect us both. With the trouble Caitlin was having at college, Dad would now take her out and enroll her in mine. He already had a realtor looking into buying property not far from campus. We would both live there to complete our education. It would be up to me to tell my friends that I met and fell for Caitlin while on summer break and were now husband and wife. While that was going on, Dad had already bought another house out of state; they would be moving a month after our return to school. When both of us graduated, we would all sit down and decide where Caitlin and I would live. Our friends were here, but so many people knew us that it wouldn't take long for someone to connect the dots. Mom and Dad leaving the home they had first bought when Dad was a struggling architect would be a wrench for them both, and, to Caitlin and me, it highlighted the sacrifice our parents were willing to make so we could be happy. My fingers had turned blue; Caitlin was clutching my hand so hard. She knew her temper had hurt our father so much. I felt the tingling feeling first, and breathed again when I realized she had let go of my hand and stood. Mom said nothing, and I thought it best to do the same. Caitlin walked up to Dad, sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. Caitlin That's when they both burst into tears. "I'm sorry Daddy. I hurt you so much, and it's all my fault. I can't live without him, Daddy; my life is complete with Matt. That makes me a freak, Daddy, and it's all my fault this is happening. I understand if you're ashamed of me." Dad just hugged her back, a fresh bout of tears started between them. Mom and I just sat and watched. This was the first time Caitlin had bared so much of herself to anyone in the family. We both knew this had to be sorted out between the two of them; Mom and I were purely spectators for now. "The day your mom gave me that little girl in the hospital was the day I knew I would do all in my power to make her happy. I don't aim to break that promise anytime soon, Caitlin." It was an age before either of them spoke again. The rebuilding of so many bridges between them was a slow process. Mom and I continued to sit in silence, fearing that any movement on our behalf would stall, or even halt, the peace process between father and daughter. "I tried so hard not to hurt you or Mom so much, Daddy, but I had no one to talk to. Who can you tell that you're in love with your own brother?" "Perhaps the two people that love you both so much, Caitlin, but until you finally admitted it to Matt and yourself there seemed to be nothing we could do. It seemed every day something died inside you a little more." That brought on another bout of tears, and even I had to admit I misted up as well. For the next hour, they hugged and cried. Step by perilously slow step, Mom and I watched the light return to Caitlin's eyes, and Dad knowing he had his daughter back. True to her word, the realtor found us a great house two miles from college. Mom and Caitlin went a week early so they could plow through the remaining paperwork to enroll Caitlin and for the house. She impressed her professors so much, that most gave her a week's grace to get her accommodation sorted out; she in turn insisted that they give her course work that she could get stuck into so she could hit the ground running the following week. Although she wasn't looking to impress anyone, I think she did by her enthusiasm, rather than looks. Dad drove me there on Sunday, ready for the start of term on Monday. Caitlin greeted us at the door and showed us both around. Since she would not start college until a week later, she was intent on getting the house in order first. Word spread quickly amongst my friends that I had married, so Caitlin and I decided to get it over with and had a small party for my friends and their partners. By my watch, it took Caitlin less than an hour to win over everyone in that room. The friends she made that evening carried over into college. Caitlin was a hit with the karate team as well, and continued to win medals and competitions for our college, right up until graduation. The one small hiccup came when she was noticed by a member of the Olympic team. Thankfully, she had spotted the dangers, and they were confirmed when she spoke to Dad on the phone that evening. I sat and watched her as she called the committee and respectfully declined to try out for the team. It was a sport she loved so much, and yet, there wasn't even an ounce of regret when she put the phone down. To me, it simply showed just how much we had all sacrificed as a family, and no doubt would continue to do, so that every day Caitlin and I could wake up in each other's arms, and tell ourselves how much we loved each other. Caitlin and Mistress Vicky *Clack* *Clack* *Clack* The sound of my heels on the kitchen tile was distracting me right when I needed to focus. My wife, or Mistress Vicky as I'm to call her from now on, had left me quite a bit of chores to do today. I had just finished dusting and was getting ready to polish the kitchen floor when the doorbell rang. *ring ring* Swallowing nervously, I went to the door and looked out the peephole. Just as I thought; it was another package delivery. You might think this isn't anything to be concerned about, but you're missing two very important facts. The first is that I'm currently dressed as a maid, with black stockings, high heels and a maid's cap, not to mention the matching bra and panties underneath. Both pieces of lingerie covered something; Realistic C-cup breastforms and my own captive clitty. The second fact is that the delivery person is a man. Now I have no interest in men sexually, but it's still extremely embarrassing to be seen by one when I'm dressed like this! After breathing deeply a few times, I opened the door. Remembering how my wife had trained me to answer, I curtsied deeply. "Hello Sir, how may I help you?" I lisped in a practised tone. I could see the surprise on his face slowly change into an intrigued look. From looking at myself in the mirror, I knew it was far from obvious that I wasn't a girl. My long blonde hair was (courtesy of the 100 brush strokes a night and expensive french conditioner my wife had ordered for me) quite silky and shiny. My make-up was well applied and my full bust seemed to cry out "female". Still, I was a little taller than you'd expect a woman to be. "Got a package for you, need you to sign here." he said, clearly not sure what gender I was. I took the electronic pad and signed my name as Clayton Adams. Seeing that on the screen reminded me how my wife had imperiously declared that I would be taking her name, not the other way around. Just like similar edicts from her, a combination of gratitude that such a beautiful woman had even noticed me and a little bit of spinelessness had caused me to nod agreeably. At this point you may have the inaccurate idea that my wife is some kind of harpy, and that's certainly how most of her employees see her. But there are many different ways to show love. Keeping me feminized and in chastity is just her way of showing it! Let me back up a little. We met at the office five years ago. Her father was the owner of a investment firm and she was poised to take over from him. I had interviewed for the position of her assistant or as she kept referring to it, as her secretary. I was tongue-tied and nervous and the whole thing had been a disaster. Or so I thought. To my surprise she called me the next day and told me what my hours would be. I spent the next three months fetching her coffee and taking her messages. The entire time I was nursing an enormous crush on her, to which I thought she was oblivious. After all some of those messages had been from her many boyfriends. Next to those well-dressed and obviously successful men, I was sure I was invisible to her. What had happened however, was that her forceful personality had rubbed those guys the wrong way. *cough* Hearing the delivery guy cough impatiently snapped me back from my reminiscence. I gave him back the pad, took the package and curstied again. He looked at my name, but I hurriedly shut the door before he could look at me again. Sighing, I put the package on the table and went back to the kitchen. I had grown used to walking in high heels by now, but the click-clacking was still distracting. I knew I had to hurry. There was a little more than an hour to finish polishing the tile and to get started on the laundry. The consequences of failing to finish my chores on time were never pleasant, but the stakes were especially high today. It had been three weeks since I'd last cum and I was determined to please my wife enough for her to give me a reward. After getting the mop out of the closet, I started spreading the polish all over the floor. Keeping a house spotless and gleaming had given me new respect for wives in the 50's. How they could do this while raising children was beyond me! The idea of having a child made me think. My wife had been hinting at wanting to get pregnant lately. How that squared with her stated intention of never letting me penetrate her again was a mystery. She had male friends at the office I knew about, a few of which I had known before we were together. One in particular; his name was Chad and they had always been friendly. I knew very little about what she got up to there now. After we had married she terminated my position in favor of wanting me to be a homemaker. Every time I had asked her about any work related matter, she would reply that I shouldn't "worry my pretty head about that complicated stuff". Could she be seeing Chad? Sometimes she came home late, but I assumed she had to put in more hours. She was a little disheveled on occasion too. Sometimes her pussy tasted a little differently on the many, many occasions that she wished for oral sex. I felt the familiar mix of jealousy and arousal when I imagined her and Chad. My captive little clitty tried to swell up, but of course it couldn't. The cursed device down there never failed to keep me frustrated and horny. My wife had put it on a year ago when she caught me masterbating instead of doing my chores. I still remember that night, in particular my fiery ass cheeks, my aching insides from a soapy enema, and the thick buttplug keeping it in. She'd made me beg for forgiveness before she had finally released me, but not before attaching the chastity device with a satisfied air. After that, I was lucky if I got to orgasm every three weeks. With that kind of leverage she had swiftly turned me from part-time sissy to full-time maid. My old clothes were thrown out and replaced with several french maid outfits as well as a few different dresses for special occasions. By then I learned not to complain or I would be facing both a longer chastity term and a swift trip over her lap. For a slender woman, she spanked very hard. I wish I could tell you that I had faced those spanking sessions bravely, but in reality I was always reduced to tears and helpless squirming. I reached the end of the floor and looked at the clock. Half an hour left! I was making better time than I thought. Before heading to the bedroom to gather the clothes, I stopped at the bathroom to fix my hair and make-up. My wife said my appearance reflected on her and wouldn't be pleased if I didn't look my best. Picking up her clothes hamper, I took them to the laundry room. Most of her clothing could be put in the washer but she was clear on wanting her panties hand washed. Seeing the expensive silk and lace reminded me of how this all started. In the first year of our marriage, it was a wreck. I had been getting less and less tolerant of her commands and we were spending most of the time ignoring each other. It had been so long since we'd had sex that I was drawn to her panties. Every day I wanted to touch them, and everytime I did it brought back uncomfortable memories of stealing my sister's underwear. Just like when I was a kid; it wasn't long before I succumbed to the desire to wear them. I modeled her panties in the mirror and experienced the familiar thrill. Seeing her face in the mirror behind me however, wasn't nearly as pleasant. I turned around and instantly got red as a tomato. Naturally I assumed that this would be the final blow for our marriage, but once again she surprised me. Putting her panties in the dryer with plenty of fabric softener, I checked the clock. Done with five minutes to spare! I was proud of myself but there wasn't time to dally. I hurried to the kitchen and mixed up her favorite drink. No matter what, I was getting a reward today. I left it on the end table next to her favorite chair (with a coaster of course) and got into position. Settling on my knees just past the door, I smoothed my skirt and used a pocket mirror to check my make-up one more time. Perfect! Now I just had to wait. I felt a little hurt when I thought about her and Chad. I didn't exactly begrudge her having a man; clearly I couldn't fulfill the normal role of a husband now. She was always a very sexual woman. I had just mistakenly hoped that my tongue would be enough. But still, she could have at least told me. Hearing the sound of a key in the lock pulled me back to the present. I clasped my hands behind my back and smiled. The door opened and my beautiful wife entered as if it she was walking into her castle. Just like the first time I saw her, my heart beat faster as I looked at her long, straight black hair, smooth pale skin and green eyes. Those eyes that used to look at me so sharply were now kindly taking in my feminized and subservient form. "Did you finish your chores Caitlin?" she said with a smile. Inwardly wincing at the teasing nickname I was saddled with all through school, I nodded. "Yes Mistress Vicky." I said in my lisp. She gave a satisfied nod and took off her heels, then walked into the living room. I paused to put her shoes in the closet next to the door and I followed her. She didn't bother to check whether I had actually finished my chores; I had been well trained out of lying to her by now. Reaching her favorite chair, I saw her notice the Red Velvet Martini on the table. "Good girl!" she said approvingly. Behind her and hidden from view, I couldn't help but give a slight bounce. She was pleased! Taking a sip from the drink, she sank into the chair and put her stockinged feet up on the ottoman. I quickly dropped to my knees and rubbed her feet. She picked up the remote and turned on CNN. Not being allowed to watch TV or go on her computer myself, I haven't had any idea what was going on in the world for the last few years. I couldn't even get word of mouth usually, since whenever I left the house it was in my maid's outfit. Not so shockingly, people aren't in any rush to talk about current events with a sissy maid. While she was watching TV and sipping her drink, I got the chance to take in her full appearance. She was dressed smartly in an expensive women's suit. Her breasts were nicely shaped and pushed up by a lacy bra underneath her silk blouse. Of course I was only allowed to touch them on very special occasions. My eyes traveled downward to her slender waist and long shapely legs, and from my position I could just see the tiniest peek of her panties. My clitty tried to stir at the sight but was kept small by the device. Glancing up, I saw that she knew where I was looking. I gulped nervously, would she be mad? My fears were dispelled as she smiled at me. "You want to taste me there sweetie? Very well then." she said, her smile turning into more of a smirk. She stood up and rolled her skirt up. Having done this many times, I knew it was my job to lower her panties. Waiting until I pulled them down gently, even reverently, she sat back down. Spreading her legs, I waited for her to point right at her shaved pussy before I scooted forward. By now I was very familiar with how she wanted it. I lapped lightly at her pussy lips to begin with, waiting for her to get wet. From the top part of my vision I could see that her attention had gone back to the TV. (The guy on the screen was talking about "Twitter" or something like that, I had no idea what it was.) Continuing to lick her pussy lightly, I could see that some wetness was beginning to appear. That was the signal to start paying attention to her clit. As I did so, I felt her hand settle on my head possessively. Her clit was poking out now and I was moving my tongue all over it. I could feel my wife starting to breathe a little more heavily. I knew she was getting close to orgasm when her hand that was resting on my head gripped my hair and I was pushed deeper into her pussy. This gesture was obvious; it was a combination of wanting me to lick harder and a statement saying "I'm in charge here." (As though I could forget). She was murmuring "Good girl" several times over with her eyes closed and I knew she was about to cum. Knowing what my wife was going to do, I took a deep breath and then sucked and lapped at her clit. Just like I thought, she took both hands and grinded my face into her pussy, moaning loudly. My face was soaked as she experienced an explosive orgasm. From between her legs I could barely hear her shriek of pleasure. A little light-headed by now, I waited for her to finish and release me so I could breathe. Finally she did. Peering out with one eye open, she rubbed my head. "...Good girl, that was just what I needed." my wife said tiredly. I stood up and curtsied for her. "Mistress Vicky, may I fix my make-up?" I said subserviently. "You may." she said, sighing contendedly. I scurried to the bathroom. I had to make myself presentable but I wanted to return quickly before her good mood had a chance to disappear. My clitty had been trying to swell the entire time. Though it couldn't, I could feel a steady drip of precum collecting in my panties. Incredibly horny, I tried to soothe myself with words while reapplying my mascara. "It's okay, you'll get out soon, I know it!" I said, delicately applying volumizer to my eyelashes. After reapplying my blush, lipstick and eyeliner, I was made-up properly again and returned to the living room. My wife had pulled her panties back up and sitting in her chair normally now. I sank down near her feet and began my attempt. "Mistress Vicky, may I ask for a favor?" I began. "Oh, what could this be about?" she said, smiling knowingly. "May I please please cum Mistress Vicky? It's been three weeks and I've been a good sissy girl so far, really!" I begged, clasping my hands in front of me and making my eyes as big as I could. "Hmmmmm." she said, putting a finger on her chin, well aware of how torturous her delayed decision was for me. Though my desperation for an orgasm was clouding my judgment, I was confident that she would say yes. Like any good woman in a position of authority she knew to reward good behavior and punish bad. I had been studiously pleasing her all week and didn't give her any cause to punish me. "Well..." she said, dragging it out. "...I suppose so." I gave an involuntary squeal that she laughed at. Though I really wanted to begin, I knew that it would only procede at her pace. She stood up and beckoned me to follow her. I did, fairly bouncing with anticipation. My wife went into the bedroom with me close by her heels. She went to the box of latex gloves on the dresser. "Turn around sweetie. Put your hands on the wall and keep them there." she said, snapping on the latex. I did as I was told, though I was nervous. I had been given a spanking in this position before. Because I could no longer see her, I strained my ears listening to clues. She was getting closer. There was a rustling sound, like she was unbuttoning something. I relaxed a little then, because I knew she kept the key to my chastity device on a silver chain around her neck that was underneath her blouse, resting between her breasts. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be able to see her stunning breasts, but I couldn't have everything. "You've been a very good girl this week, it's true." she said, stroking my hair. I felt my wife spoon me from behind, her arms going around me. I could feel her breasts pressed against me and that alone made my clitty try and swell up. With one hand she pinched the nipples on my fake boobs with a laugh, and with the other she dangled the key in front of me. "Is this what my sissy girl wants?" she said, her breath on my neck. "Yes Mistress Vicky!" I said quickly, nodding. She laughed and lowered her hands. I looked down and saw her she was tucking my skirt up, showing my thong panties that were covering my captive clitty. She pulled down my panties slowly, exposing the tiny pink chastity device. I had kept that area completely hairless of course, as per her instructions. By now my clitty was dripping worse than ever and was straining at the device. "Wow, would you look at that. Someone's really eager." she said, no doubt enjoying the embarrassed flush on my face. She pretended to have difficulty opening the lock as I squirmed impatiently. She admonished me why slapping my ass a few times. "Stay still!" she said, more playful than irritated. I winced at the slaps since the back of my skirt's material was thin and my wife never seemed to recognize how strong she could be. Immediately I kept myself still and watched as she unlocked the device. My poor clitty instantly swelled to its size of three inches. Never very large to begin with, it had gotten progressively smaller each time it was let out. A fact that my wife never failed to remark upon. "Aww look at that. It seems a little smaller this time too, don't you think?" she said, giggling. "Y-yes Mistress Vicky." I said, deeply humiliated. "Well I wouldn't worry about it. I doubt it ever brought much pleasure to a woman anyway. Besides, it's not like the size of it effects your orgasm right? Or does it?" she asked, curious. "I-I'm not sure Mistress Vicky." I stuttered, desperately wanting her fingers to move over my clitty. "Maybe I'm being mean. Sorry sweetie, I should be helping you enjoy this." she said with an almost undetectable note of contrition in her voice. Suddenly I felt her move to my left side and one of her hands turned my head to face her. Before I knew it, she was kissing me. She was actually kissing me! I hadn't felt her lips in months. For a few seconds I was so happy that I forgot all about my clitty. Until her fingertips started tracing the underside of it, that is. She must have felt my attention shift away from the kiss, because she slipped her tongue in my mouth right then. I was lost in pleasure as I felt her fingers rubbing my clitty a little more forcefully. Finally she broke the kiss and asked me. "Did you like that sweetie?" she said, never looking sexier than she did now. "Y-yes Mistress Vicky! I loved it." I barely stammered out. She laughed and moved her fingers all over my clitty. I would have preferred her bare fingers, but after three weeks in chastity, even latex felt amazing. With my attention on her fingers, I didn't notice until it happened; she had started sucking on my neck forcefully. Blushing as I thought of the obvious hickey that would be on my neck tomorrow, I felt my orgasm coming. "M-Mistress Vicky! May I please cum?" I said desperately, knowing I had to get her permission first and not entirely sure that I could hold it. "You may." she said simply, returning to sucking on my neck. Finally I stopped trying to hold myself back and let the pleasure pass through me. Her fingers moved rapidly over my clitty as it started to spasm. I saw her other gloved hand move into position to catch my cum. Letting out a rather girlish moan, I came. The only thought I came up with was that it was all worth it, everything, just for this. When I came down from the pleasure, I realized that my knees had given out and she was supporting me. Laughing, she let me sink down. In her left hand however, was all cum that she caught. She brought it to my mouth. "Come on sweetie, you know what to do." she said, her eyes sparkling. Though I never enjoyed this part, I did indeed know what to do. Meekly, I lapped up all the cum in her palm until it was clean. "Good girl. Now stay still." she said. She bent down to reattach the chastity device. While I stood up and pulled my panties, she put the key back between her breasts. I tried to sneak a peek at them, but she had already buttoned up. Caitlin "Of course I will, Caity! I love you!" Cait looked at my eyes as Amber went around to her side, got in and started the engine. "I love you too, Dirk!" said Cait softly, finishing with, "More than you know." She then hugged me tight for a moment before pulling my head down for a kiss. Once more, it was the prim and proper closed-mouth kiss, but oh so sexy and seductive. Her lips were soft and felt so good against mine. Knowing that she was my sister made it even more erotic. Just as she began to open her mouth and poke her tongue against my lips, Amber honked the horn and rolled down the window. "OK, you two lovebirds," she hollered, "break it up and get inside!" I climbed into the cab and then helped Cait up. She put her arm around my back and laid her head against my shoulder while her other hand pulled my arm around her, placing my palm onto her right breast. Amber looked over at me, winked and then kissed me. She took my other hand and put it on her knee, just below the hem of her dress. She then put the truck in gear and pulled out of the parking spot. When she was on the road, she reached down, pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist and reached down to hold Caits hand behind me. "You can touch me too, big guy," purred Amber softly. I let my left hand slide slowly up her leg until I reached her moist pussy lips. She parted her thighs and scrunched forward, pressing my fingers into her warm wetness. Both she and Cait moaned at the same time because my right hand reflexively closed around my sister's nipple and pinched lightly. Blissful was the only way to describe the ride home. After two minor adjustments next to me, Cait managed to move around until my hand was inside her dress and fondling her bare breast. Amber only ran one stop sign during the drive and that was when my pinky pressed into her back hole as two other fingers slowly pushed in and out of her pussy. When we stopped in the driveway, both Cait and Amber turned and kissed me before moving in front of me and kissing each other. Both their free hands went for my crotch. I was too stone drunk to do anything more than watch and feel my cock get hard under two groping hands. "I want him tonight," murmured Cait while kissing her lover, "You've had him once. Tonight, I want Dirk!" Even as drunk as I was, I displayed some shock at my sister's words. It went unnoticed though as I felt her hand tighten around my shaft when Amber told her to "go for it, baby! Fuck his brains out!" We necked all the way into the house. Amber kissed me hard and again excused herself to go pee. When I let go of her, Cait practically leapt into my arms and gave me a long, passionate kiss as she wrapped her legs around my waist. At first, it was just lips and nibbles. Then her tongue poked tentatively at my teeth as I bit her lower lip, leading me to passionately french-kiss her as my hands roamed over her body. "Do you really think I'm beautiful, Dirk?" I gazed into my sister's eyes and saw that she was searching mine just as hard. "Do you think I'm as beautiful as Amber?" "Cait," I began, gently kissing her lips and then moving my head back to look into her eyes, "I think you are every bit as beautiful as Amber. You are both very, very lovely ladies and, quite honestly, I love you both equally." "But you like small tits better?" "Amber, I prefer small tits. You have small tits. They just look large on your frame." "Do you want to make love to me?" "I've wanted to make love to you for a very long time, Cait I guess I was just too busy raising you." She pulled herself forward and laid her head on my shoulder, sighing as she did so. "I think I've loved you forever, Dirk. I went out with other boys, but they never measured up. They were always impatient to get into my pants. They weren't gentlemen like you!" I carried my sister up the stairs to my room. As I kicked the door shut, she lifted her head from my shoulder and then really began to kiss me. Her tongue poked into my mouth tentatively and then our tongues began to battle back and forth. When we broke, I laid her on the bed and she began to undress me, taking off my jacket and then unbuttoning my shirt. As each inch of my chest was revealed, she covered it in soft little kisses. Next came my pants and underpants. "My God, Amber wasn't kidding!" she breathed. Not waiting for a comment, she gently kissed the head. I'd never had a lady do that before. Usually, they would just engulf it in their mouths. This was totally different. Cait covered the head with little pecks that made my cock even harder. Her fingers lightly brushed down the shaft before she gave it one last kiss, then let it go. Cait slowly stood and pulled the dress over her head, revealing she wore absolutely nothing beneath it. She stood there, blushing, in classic repose, her hands covering her sex and one leg bent forward. "You're gorgeous!" I gasped. Cait blushed more and lowered her eyes. I grinned and wondered where the hellcat was that I saw the other day dominating Amber. Maybe it was just with girls that she could be that way. I gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face and looked down at her. Amber was fair-skinned so she didn't tan darkly, but she did have beautiful tan lines. Two triangles of white on her breasts were topped with a light pink nipple that stood out like a little cone. Her body tapered inward and then flared out gently around the swell of her hips. A little tuft of hair marked the top of her pussy. "My God," I said softly, "I am so going to eat you up!" Cait smiled and giggled as we kissed, really kissed, for the first time. Her mouth was soft and willing, her lips gentle against mine. Cait's tongue danced with mine as we held each other's naked body close. I could feel the twin pillows of her breasts pressing against the hairs on my stomach and my cock, hard against hers. Her hair smelled of a light, flowery perfume and her skin was silky-smooth to my touch. Our kiss broke like the single ring of a small bell. "Dirk, I've wanted this for so long!" she said, pressing her cheek against my chest. I combed my fingers through her hair and kissed the top of my head. "I really tried to like other guys. Really I did. But none of them ever came close to you!" Her arms wrapped around me and squeezed me tight. I enjoyed the feeling. "I know this is wrong, Dirk. I know it's so wrong, but yet, it feels so right!" I groaned softly in approval and moved my hands down to her ass, cupping each soft cheek in my palms and squeezing them gently. "I need you to take me, Dirk. I need you to take me hard. You don't have to be gentle! I want it! I want you to make me yours! Please! Do it, please, right now, before I lose my nerve!" I didn't need to be told again. Giving a growl, I lifted her up by her asscheeks and had her wrap her legs around me. Cait leaned back and watched as I positioned my cock between her legs. I teased her clit with the head a couple times and felt her shiver, then ran it between the glistening lips of her pussy. The third time I did it, she leaned forward and kissed my shoulder, then bit it. "OW!" I cried and jerked, which sent my cock sliding deep into her pussy. "Talk dirty to me, Dirk! Call me your whore, your slut! Your bitch! Tell me how you're going to fuck me! I took three steps over to the door of the room and slammed her against it, making her groan. I thrust my hips once more and elicited a "Yessssss!" from her. She bit my shoulder again and then covered it with light little kisses when I growled another "Ouch!" and slammed my cock into her again. "So, my bitch little sister wants a cock instead of a dildo, does she?" "Oh, fuck yes!" "You're going to get the real thing, slut! No pussy-licking tongue. You're gonna get a real man, you whore!" "Oh yes! Fuck your whore of a sister! Slam that cock into me! Oh fuck but Amber was right! You have such a – such a – suuuuuuuuuuccccchhhhhh ooooooooooOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" I was now pummeling her into the door with my thrusts and she alternated between laying her head on my shoulder and turning it to kiss, lick and bite my neck. "YESSSSSS! I'm a BROTHER FUCKING SLUT! Yes, big brother, fuck this bitch and fill her pussy with your seed! Bang me hard! Make my tits shake! Rape me!!! Fill me!!!! DO ME!!!" I reached and grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth away from where she was biting into me. I turned around and she cried out, squeezing against me to keep my cock moving in her pussy. I walked quickly over to the bed and flopped her down upon it, then pulled her arms above her head as I began to thrust again. "No! NOOO! Let me hold you! Let me keep my arms around you!" "Be quiet, slut!" I spat at her and thrust into her once again. "I want to watch how a whore's tits wiggle when I fuck her!" "Oh YES!" she cried as I built up a rhythm, "Watch how these babies shake for my man! I want you to watch them, Dirk! Fuck me hard. Make them wobble, you bastard!" I continued to fuck her beautiful, tight pussy hard and bent down to take one nipple into my mouth. I was kind at first, sucking on it and letting my tongue strum against the nipple. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and her legs bucking her hips up faster and faster. Then I bit down on the hard little nub. "OOOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCKYESSSSSSSSSSSSS!" she screamed. Then she gave one last jerk with her hips and shook as a long, keening note was emitted from her throat. I could feel her orgasm washing over my cock as she held me in the vise-like grip of her gymnast's thighs The keening ended in a long low growl and then she went utterly limp, laying there panting and out of breath. "Wow, I've never seen her cum like that!" I looked over and saw Amber, standing there naked, rubbing her pussy and looking lovingly upon the both of us. "Did you cum in her?" "No, haven't cum yet. I'm usually good for a couple hours." "No shit? Wow, we are going to be two fucked-out broads." I pulled my cock from my sister's cunt and Amber looked at it hungrily. "I'm guessing you will. But this is Caitlin's moment." "Oh, I'm not here to detract from it! Please continue!" "OK. Sit on her face!" "What?" "You heard me. Sit on her face. I want to make love to both the ladies I adore." Amber looked like the Cheshire Cat as she crawled up on the bed. I tossed a pillow over to her and she put it under Caits head, but with my sisters arms still pinned above her head and under the pillow. I ran my hands up my sister's thighs, over her belly and to her breasts. Slowly, I began playing with each of the hard, pink tips. "Lick her pussy, slut!" Caitlin looked at me and then up at Amber's gash that was right above her mouth. "Lick it so I can see it, baby! I want to watch how you two whores please each other!" Caitlin and Amber both grinned as I slowly slid my cock back into my sister's pussy. I saw Cait's tongue move up and wiggle back and forth against Amber's clit before slipping between the folds and delving into that sweet pussy. I began a gentle rhythm in and out of my sister's cunt as I leaned forward and kissed Amber. She lovingly kissed me back as I let one hand slowly roam over my sister's breasts and the other play with Ambers smaller ones. "I love you both so much," I said when Amber and I broke our kiss. She gave a couple pants as Cait found a hot spot and then said, "We love you as well, Dirk. Now fuck your sister hard while I ride her face!" Amber and I settled into a rhythm and she enjoyed it as I bend down to bite and lick at Caits lovely mammaries. We fucked like that for about 10 minutes. "Fuck, I have GOT to get my nut!" "I thought you said you could last for hours!" "Bite me!" I said, grinning, "With two sexy ladies trying to fuck me to death?" I began slamming hard into my sister and she started licking Amber for all she was worth. Amber, to her credit, reached down and began pinching Cait's nipples while bucking my sister's face like a bronco rider. Cait began to groan and tried to wrap her legs around me again. I captured each ankle and pushed them back. Amber held them while her eyelids began to flutter and she said softly, "I'm cu – cu – cummmmmminggggg!" That, of course, set me off and I called out, "I'm CUMMING TOOOOOOO!" I pulled out of my sister (not knowing what sort of birth control she might be on) and yanked on my cock maybe four times before I shot a spurt all over her belly and tits. I then leaned forward and shot the last two ropes of cum onto Amber's breasts. We each collapsed onto either side of Caitlin, who reached out and put one hand on Amber's pussy and another on my cock, pumping it slowly and trying to keep it hard. Finally, she got up and bent over me, taking my cock into her mouth and cleaning it until it simply wilted. I vaguely remember Amber pushing Caitlin down and then lapping at my cum splattered across her belly. Cait, grabbed her hair and said, "Clean it all, bitch!" Amber snuck a look over to me and smiled. I smiled and winked back before everything gradually faded. I must have fallen asleep because, when I awoke, I was under the covers and had a girl under each arm. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was only 7 am. I smiled and thought about how this was going to be a long and wonderful weekend. No... A long and wonderful life!