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Family Jules

By: Penelope Street



(c) 2005 by Penelope Street

"Damon?"

At once I recognized my sister's voice on the other end of the line. I also recognized her tone, low in volume, high in pitch. In that instant, I felt my heart shrink within my chest.

"Jules?"

"Yeah," she muttered. "I, uh, need, well..."

Julie was a big hinter, maybe because I always fell for it. "Is something wrong?" I asked, knowing full well the answer.

"I need a place to stay. Just a couch. For a day or two."

I caught myself smiling. "Anytime."

"Ok," she whispered. "See you in a few."

"A few? You're in town?"

"Yeah."

"Seattle?"

I heard a muffled chuckle on the other end. "Yeah. That town."

"Where are you?"

"Downstairs."

"In the building?"

"Yeah. That downstairs. The security guard wouldn't believe I was your sister. Oh, here; I think he wants you to say it's ok to let me in."

I heard the shuffling sounds of a phone being passed, and then a gruff, "Mr. Hewitt?"

"Hey Tom," I replied. "Whatcha doin' working nights?"

"Mitch called in sick, so I'm pulling a double."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that."

The old man laughed. "Time and a half for just sitting here? I'm not sorry. Unless of course we just woke you?"

"Nah. I was still up."

"Good. Just wanted to be sure it's ok to send this lady up."

"I don't know, Tom," I began in the higher pitch of a jest, "Does she look too pretty to be my sister?"

A second elapsed before the man responded, "Well, sir, I wouldn't be one to say on that."

"Guess you better send her up anyway so I can decide for myself."

"Very good, Mr. Hewitt," Tom concluded with another chuckle. "I'll do that."

Two minutes later, I was waiting at the elevator as the doors parted. There in the lift stood Julie, a suitcase in each hand. My eyes took in her form in a single pass before returning to her face. At least her eyes were streaked with red instead of surrounded by black and blue.

She forced a grin. "Hi, brother."

"Welcome," I said, extending my palm low toward her luggage.

Jules ignored the gesture and stepped forward into the corridor. "Thank you. It's good to finally get here."

Moving my hand back to my side, I turned and took a slow step toward my apartment. "So how did you get here?"

Julie fell into stride next to me. "Bus."

"All the way from Houston?"

"Yep"

"That must take all day."

"Closer to three."

"Three?"

"Yeah. Three."

"But how'd you find me? Did you ask Mom and Dad?"

"No. I'd rather they didn't know I couldn't even manage a roof over my head. You know how they can be."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

I opened my door and I stood aside. "How'd you find me?"

"You're in the book."

"Already?"

"Yep," Julie noted as she stomped over the threshold. "At least directory assistance." Both of her bags hit the floor at the same moment. Her eyes gave the room a once over prior to returning to me. "Nice apartment, little brother. You must be doing pretty good."

I closed and latched the door. "Thanks, but it's nothing. Around here a place needs a view of the Sound or Rainier to be called special."

She guffawed through a smirk. "It's a place to sleep. That looks special when you don't have one."

I nodded. Jules looked special too. I'd always thought so. I couldn't help but smile as my eyes traversed her form a second time. Her most striking feature, for me anyway, had always been her vibrant and flowing rusty tresses. But it was a close contest. Her complexion was soft and creamy, with a smattering of pale freckles. Big pouty lips of a hue of that rivaled her hair almost begged to be kissed, yet the corners of the mouth they formed always seemed to droop. Her wide-set pale blue eyes had a similar tilt, the outer edges appearing lower than the inner ones. A dainty nose all but disappeared amidst her other features. In spite of being undeniably lovely, she always had a melancholy look.

Not that any potential suitor was ever put off by Julie's countenance, but any that found fault there would still have considered her a catch just for her figure; a classic hourglass, curvy in all the best ways a woman's body can be. Even a loose sweatshirt and a pair of baggy jeans could not hide her form.

In a very real sense, Julie's beauty had been her downfall; she attracted shallow cads in droves. Each failed relationship dropped her self-esteem a notch and with it the character of her next beau. It was a vicious and seemingly endless cycle. In retrospect she'd had a lot to be sad about.

"What are you smiling about?"

I snapped my head sideways, shaking myself from my stupor. "It's, uh, just good to see you." I paused for a breath and my eyes gave her form another pass. "Yeah. Real good to see you. You know you're always welcome here."

"Truly?"

"Sure. If you think it's special, then stay awhile. As long as you like."

The ends of those big lips moved up just a bit. "Thank you."

"Hey, what are brother's for? Can I get you something to eat?"

"How about a shower first?"

I shrugged. "Sure. Whatever you want."

"Oh, Damon," Julie sighed. "It's so good to see you too." She threw her arms wide and took a step my direction. I leaned to accept her embrace. Unsure where I ought put my hands, I just left them hang behind her. She was right; she did need a bath. Even so, I could feel the pace of my pulse quicken as she pressed her softness against me.

"Thank you," Julie whispered in my ear. "You've saved me again."

"It's nothing," I assured her, in the same soft tone.

My sister backed away, bringing her eyes to mine. "I'd be on the street without you. Or worse, with mom and dad. That's not nothing."

I considered Julie's words for all of a second before I realized she was correct. Even if our father would let her back in the house, and that was a big if, the old man was certain to dish out a daily portion of 'Look what you've made of yourself.' and 'I told you so.' 

Seven years prior our father had kicked Julie out when he discovered she was pregnant. She was eighteen and the law said he could give her the proverbial boot; I guess that made it acceptable in his eyes.

"Well," I began with a sigh. "It's the least I could do; after all, I am your brother."

Julie managed a grin. "I know. And you have to let me make it up to you someday."

"No," I insisted with a firm shake of my head. "No debts in this family."

"What family?" Julie asked with a faint snort. "Surely you don't mean mom and dad?"

"Of course not. I meant me and you."

Julie's mouth curved into one of her rare honest smiles. "Sounds like the best family ever."

* * * * *

I awoke the next morning and readied myself for work in my usual manner; five minutes in the shower, two more in front of the mirror, another five to dress. Twelve minutes after the alarm sounded, I was headed for the door.

I found Julie on the couch, snoring. She'd insisted I take the bed; to the point of daring me to physically attempt to put her there; a difficult challenge to resist, but I managed.

As I saw her lying there, I was unsure if I regretted my choice. She was wearing just her sweatshirt and panties. Sometime in the night, she must have thrown the sheets to the floor. One of her legs stretched the length of the sofa, the foot of the second leg was tucked beneath the thigh of the first.

I caught myself licking my lips as I adored with my eyes the most desirable woman in the world to me, yet the only one I wasn't even supposed to think about. So much for that rule. I didn't think about anything else the rest of the morning; or the afternoon, for that matter.

Opening the door to my apartment that evening, half of me expected to find Julie still asleep. The other half feared she might be gone. Both halves were wrong.

"Damon!" she squealed, jumping from the couch and trotting to meet me. I managed to pry my eyes off her bouncing breasts as she continued to speak. "What kept you? I've been keeping dinner warm for half an hour."

"Dinner?" I queried. My sister didn't cook. At least I didn't remember her ever cooking. I caught myself sniffing for traces of carbon, or worse. I didn't smell anything, including her, as she gave me another warm hug.

"Well," Julie began. "We're having pork & beans with macaroni & cheese. It's all I found that I knew how to make."

I grinned, hoping even she couldn't screw up that classic bachelor combination. "I usually eat out. Fixing food for just one is a lot of bother for what you save."

"One? But there's two of us?"

"Yeah, I guess I was still expecting to eat out. Just came home to, uh, pick you up."

Julie's head fell to one side. Her lower lip protruded a hair and quivered. "You don't want to even try it?"

I tried to blink away my disbelief. Could she really be proud of opening a tin can and boiling some noodles? "Sure," I agreed with some haste. "I just wasn't expecting you to cook; I mean, you are the guest."

Jules grinned and grabbed my hand, leading the way. "C'mon then. I'm starved."

I draped my coat over the back of one of my chairs and sat while my sister proceeded to dish out equal helpings of her not-yet-world-famous cuisine.

"Whadayathink?" she inquired as soon as the first mouthful had cleared my spoon.

"Ok," I grunted. She hadn't done a bad job, except for it being a tad on the cold side.

Julie wasn't kidding about being hungry. She proceeded to wolf down her share and some of mine without uttering so much as a syllable. In spite of eating more than I did, she was still finished ahead of me.

"I'd have made something for dessert too," she declared, "but the fridge is as bare as the cupboard."

"Yes," I managed between bites. "Did I mention I eat out a lot?"

"Home cooking would do you some good. You could use a few pounds."

I glanced down. My lips assumed a purse. Sure, I knew I was a bit on the scrawny side, but I didn't really want to be reminded of it. I brought my gaze back to my sister. "So?"

"So I probably outweigh you. Just thought you might have wanted to eat a little better, that's all. Do you want to look like a beanpole?"

For a few seconds I tried to assess any other reasons she might have for mentioning my physical condition, but could find none. "No," I admitted before directing my attention back to my meal. "I don't want to look like a beanpole."

"Bet your girlfriend wouldn't mind if you filled out a bit."

"Yeah," I guffawed. "Not like I have one."

"Why not?"

My eyes fell back to my figure before I could stop them.

"That's not a reason," Julie said. "Not like any girl worth having would care about you being thin. Besides," she paused to moved her eyes around my apartment, "looks like an actionary makes pretty good money."

"I don't want a girl that's just attracted to my money," I insisted. "And it's actuary."

"So you plan on what; grabbing a bottle of Boone's Farm, dressing in grubs, and trying to pick up the girl of your dreams in an alley?"

"No."

"Then how do you expect to find one that's not interested in money? Or at least one you know isn't interested in your money."

I gave a single firm shrug. "No idea. Not like they're beating down my door anyway, money or not."

"So, you don't get much company?"

"No."

Julie's eyebrow's bounced upward as she forced a smile. "And I wouldn't be too much in the way if I stayed longer than a day or two? I mean you did say I could, right?"

I smiled back. "Sure you can stay. And no, you won't be in the way. Pity I didn't know you were coming when I signed the lease. I guess I should have gotten a two-bedroom anyway. I'll ask the manager what's involved in trading up, maybe..."

"No! The couch is fine for now. Don't go spending any extra money on my account. If anything, I'd like to earn my keep rather than being a burden."

"You don't..."

"I want to!"

"Ok," I relented with a meek nod. "If that's what you want."

"So I can start cooking you dinner? As long as I'm here, I mean?"

"Sure," I said with a shrug.

"Good. Let's go grocery shopping!" Julie paused to flash a grin. "If you don't mind?"

I could well imagine having a kitchen full of food next week and an empty couch, but I couldn't resist her smile, even a fake one. "No, I don't mind. We'll have to drive though, not many supermarkets downtown."

"Drive? Great! You can show me a few of the sites. Promise not to look while I change?" Without waiting for an answer, Jules sprang to her feet and vanished around the corner. 

"Let me know when you're done," I called after her. My eyes remained on the partition behind which she had disappeared. The sheetrock seemed to call to me, begging that I creep over and peek around it. I told myself not to think of her in that way and tried to imagine anything other than Julie's glory revealed before my eyes. I could not. To my dismay, I felt a burgeoning tightness in my groin. I closed my eyes and began to count in my head.

I'd reached one hundred and twenty-seven before Julie called, "Done!" I swallowed, realizing I was harder than when I had started counting. With a sigh, I stood and sidled toward the living room, praying she wouldn't notice.

Julie's eyes fell to my crotch at once, then bounced back to my face. The corners of her mouth curled towards her bright eyes. "Are you, uh, ready?"

I shivered as my psyche absorbed what seemed to be an obvious innuendo. "Yeah," I muttered. "I guess I'm ready to go."

"Ready to go, huh?" Julie winked. "Good. I'm excited about seeing the town too."

I drove around with no particular goal in mind, pointing out Puget Sound, the Space Needle, the two new sports stadiums, Pioneer Square, and the entrance to the Underground.

When we passed Pike Place Market, my sister perked up in her seat. "They have fresh food here, you say?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Then why are we going to a supermarket?"

I took a breath as I considered how I ought to respond. Julie had proved she could heat beans from a can and boil noodles out of a box, but the thought of her cooking a meal from scratch made my stomach want to run and hide.

"They're closed," I offered in some haste.

"I can come back tomorrow," Jules suggested. "While you're at work. You'll let me use the car won't you? If I get started early I can have a great dinner waiting for you."

"Early?" I glanced her way. "What's that for you, noon?"

Julie's jaw fell as she inhaled a brisk gasp. "I can get up early when I need to."

I passed another deep breath and steered my gaze forward. "It was just a joke."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my sister twist sideways in her seat to face me. "You think I can't do it, don't you?"

My eyes flicked to my right, then back to the road. "I didn't say that."

"You said it by not saying anything."

To my dismay, the traffic light ahead turned red. I brought the car to a stop and looked to Julie. "What do you mean?"

Her lips formed a full pout. "You know damn good and well what I mean! All the jobs I lost because I overslept. Or just didn't give a shit. That's what you're thinking; isn't it? Well, I suppose you've a right to think that; but I'm going to prove you wrong."

"I didn't say anything of the sort."

Julie sank back into her seat and crossed her arms. "Fine. Take me to a Borders."

"What? I thought you wanted to go to a supermarket."

"You heard me. A bookstore."

"Ok," I relented. "If that's what you want."

"That's what I want."

In utter silence, I drove my sister to the nearest Barnes & Noble.

"I'll just be five," Jules said, reaching for the door handle before I even had the vehicle in parking gear.

Sure, I thought. I didn't believe any female could be in and out of any store within half an hour. That in mind, I steered for the adjacent Starbucks.

I hadn't even got my order yet before Jules was at my side. "Coffee?" she mused. "Don't you have a coffee maker?"

"No," I replied with a shake of my head. "I don't drink it much. Was just looking for something to, uh, kill the time."

"I told you I'd just be five."

I gave a shallow shrug. "I wasn't sure if you went by F.S.T."

Jules dropped her brow and leaned her head. "F.S.T.?"

"Female Standard Time."

Jules smirked as she straightened her head. "Cute. Real cute. But who was ready to go first, me or you?"

"Ok. You were." My eyes fell to the plastic bag in her hand. "What'd you get?"

My sister fished a paperback from her sack and held it before me. "Whadayathink?"

"Teens Cook?" I muttered. "You bought a teenager's cookbook?"

"Sure," Julie replied. "I figured I best start simple. Tomorrow you're getting corn chowder for dinner."

"Corn chowder? How'd you pick that?"

"Closed my eyes and opened the book."

I chuckled. "And you're starting this with corn on the cob from the market?"

"Well, not exactly. I changed my mind about the fresh food. I found a few cookbooks like that, but they were way too complicated. Maybe I can work up to those, but tomorrow your corn is coming out of a can."

I noticed my head nodding as a smile spread across my face. There was hope for my stomach yet. "Does that mean we still need to find a supermarket?"

"Well, one of us does; but I can get it tomorrow while you're at work."

"Nah," I said. "I'm curious what's on the menu. Let's go together."

I gathered my coffee and headed for the parking lot, steering for the passenger side of the car. "You mind driving?" I asked, reaching into my pocket for my keys. "So I don't spill this?"

"I don't know," Julie began with a shake of her head. "New city, at night; how about I just hold it for you?"

"Ok," I agreed and handed her the coffee. Almost as an afterthought I reached for the handle and opened the door.

Julie flashed a broad grin. "Why thank you, brother! Such a gentleman. I could get spoiled."

"My pleasure," I assured her before closing the door and walking around to the driver's side of the vehicle.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," Jules offered before I had even settled in my seat.

For a moment my face went blank. "Oh, that," I muttered. "It's ok..."

"No it's not!" Julie interjected. "Here you are putting me up and I have a bitch hissy fit our first night together. And over nothing really. But you do have to understand, I've had so many guys tell me I'm lazy and worthless." My sister paused to sigh before continuing, "Imagining you might think the same of me really hurt, even if it is true."

"I don't think you're worthless."

"What about lazy?"

"Well," I began, "I can't say you were ever the most energetic person, but I never took you as lazy."

"Liar."

My lips formed a defensive smile. "What?"

"You heard me. You think I'm lazy. Admit it."

"Are you going to get mad again if I don't?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to get mad if I do?"

"Probably."

I reached for the ignition. "Fine. You're lazy."

"Good. You have a pen?"

"Pencil ok?"

"Sure."

"Glovebox."

Jules reached for the compartment door. "Great. Maybe I can pick out a few things I'll need."

"Any particular supermarket you prefer?"

"I don't even know what's around here," Julie replied. "You pick." She turned her attention to her new book, making notes as I drove.

A half-dozen minutes later I pulled into the parking lot of the first QFC we stumbled upon.

Julie looked from her book to the scattering of cars. "Already? That was quick. Guess we'll have to figure out what we need as we go."

I pulled into one of the many empty spots, then closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was certain if there was anything more frustrating than shopping with a woman, it would be shopping with a woman making a list as she goes along.

A warmth caressed the backside of my hand. I tensed. My eyes flew wide, then fell to watch Julie's fingers work their way around to pet my palm.


Family Jules



"Are you ok?" she inquired.

I shifted my gaze to her face. "Yeah, fine."

"You seem tense. Are you still angry with me?"

My brow formed a chevron. "Angry? Who said I was angry."

Julie's lips assumed a perfect droopy pout before she moved them to reply, "I thought you might be; after all, I blew up over you maybe thinking I was lazy, then insisted you admit that you thought I was. You must think I'm crazy?"

I flipped my hand over and cradled hers. She jerked, looking to the sudden motion, but then her mouth formed a gentle curve as her eyes settled on our joined palms. 

"Relax," I counseled. "I know you've been through a rough time, but it's going to be ok."

Only her eyes moved as she shifted her focus to my face. "So you don't think I'm crazy?"

"No," I whispered. "And I really don't think you're lazy either. I like sleeping in too, but I get up when I have to. So do you."

Jules shifted her head a few inches to look at me sideways. "But what if I just don't want to?"

I grinned through a chuckle. "Then why should you?"

Julie moved her right hand to the door latch. "Ready?"

"Sure," I agreed with a nod. I released her hand and exited the vehicle. We had taken no more than a dozen steps before her palm again found mine. I looked down at our hands, then back to my sister.

She must have guessed from my expression what was on my mind. "Guys always hit on me unless it's obvious I'm with someone else. You don't mind, do you?"

I blinked twice as my head vibrated from side to side.

Jules smiled. "Thanks. I knew you wouldn't."

My shopping anxieties were a distant memory as we strolled into the supermarket hand-in-hand. I imagined everyone looking at me, the scrawny guy with the hot babe. They didn't know she was my sister, and for the moment I could pretend she wasn't.

Rather than abating, my thrill increased as we shopped together, discussing little things like what spaghetti sauce we wanted, just like a real couple. Only when we returned home and she retired again to the couch was my illusion shattered.

I went to my room alone, at least in the physical sense; but Jules would not leave my mind. Tossing my clothes into a pile, I climbed into my bed. I stared at the ceiling for a while before deciding there was only one thing that would drive my sister from my mind and at the same time relax me enough to find slumber.

Rolling across my queen-size, I opened the top drawer from my nightstand and retrieved my stack of smut rags. I'd been hard half the night, so achieving an erection was no problem. Proceeding beyond that, however, proved difficult. Even when I did find a fake redhead on the pages I held above me, my mind wandered to the real redhead in my living room.

Four magazines, fifteen minutes, and a lot of useless stroking later I gave up; there was only one woman in the world I wanted. I tossed the other girls back into my drawer, closed my eyes, and pictured Jules. Almost at once my fingers felt the precum slicken my cockhead. Any guy who never got excited thinking about his sister, sure didn't have a sister like mine.

Five minutes later, I was asleep.

* * * * *

The corn chowder wasn't bad. Wasn't great either, but was definitely edible. So were the chicken empanadas and the wonton soup. By the end of the week, we'd fallen into something of a daily routine. Sis didn't bother to get up and make me breakfast, but she had supper faithfully on the table at six.

After dinner we took turns deciding what we'd do for the remainder of the evening. On Friday we dined out and caught a movie. For the weekend, we agreed on ladies first; Jules got Saturday and I got Sunday. She picked dinner atop the Space Needle. I opted for the ferry ride to Bainbridge Island.

The next few weekends we visited the aquarium and rode the dinner train, saw a few plays and took a drive in the mountains. I would never have done any of these things on my own, and I would not have enjoyed them nearly so much with anyone else.

With my sister's frequent role in my masturbation fantasies, I had little room to disavow the lust I felt for her. Yet, over those weeks of mid autumn I began to experience something else, an odd sensation that settled in my chest whenever she was around. Although I didn't understand it at the time, looking back, I'm sure I fell in love with my sister in a way that went far beyond physical attraction. For the moment though, I was content to enjoy the bliss and not analyze it, somehow forgetting that nothing lasts forever.

This illusion was shattered one evening after dinner by an entirely benevolent proposal.

"I was thinking I could get a Christmas job at one of the department stores, you know, maybe help you with the bills a bit."

My eyes flew wide. I inhaled a half-breath. "I, uh, think they do all their hiring before Halloween."

Jules shook her head. "No. I checked on the web. There's plenty of places looking for part-time help. I could probably even get a full-time job if you wanted."

"No," I insisted. "You don't need to do that. We're fine. With all the eating at home, you're saving me money, really." That last bit, I knew, was a lie. In the months before my sister had arrived, I had been running almost a grand per month in the black. Since she had shown up, we'd more or less been breaking even.

"I want to," Julie said. "You've been so generous and I feel like such a leech."

"You aren't! A leech, I mean. It's great having you here. You never have to work if you don't want to."

"But I do want to. Besides, I could use a little spending money. You've been paying for everything."

"I don't mind," I assured her. "And if you need some cash, well, all you have to do is ask."

Jules paused. Her eyes narrowed. "You don't think I can do it, do you?"

"What?"

"Find a job. And keep it."

I snapped my head side to side. "No. That's not it at all."

"Then what is it?"

I expect my face must have been blank as I considered her inquiry. "I don't know," I admitted a second later. "I guess things are just going so well, I don't want to rock the boat."

Jules tilted her head and grinned. "But the boat will rock someday, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"All good things come to an end. Eventually you'll find a girlfriend, or I'll find a boyfriend. This has been wonderful, but it is temporary, right?"

I exhaled a long breath. My shoulders sagged. "I suppose so. But there's no reason it has to end soon, unless you want it to. There's no one on my horizon. You?"

Julie shrugged. "No. I was just trying to think of you."

My spirits bounced as I sensed an opening. "You don't have to worry about me. I don't mean to brag, but anything you brought home would be a round-off error compared to what I make, so you don't need to work. Do you really want to, for your own sake, I mean?"

Julie's gaze wandered for several anxious seconds. "I guess not. I just wanted to help, but if you're sure we're ok..."

"We're more than ok," I assured. "You don't have to worry about a thing. Really."

My sister's head bobbed in a slight nod. "Alright. But promise you'll tell me if something changes?"

"I will."

"Ok, then," Jules began. "If it's still my night, I want to find a putt-putt golf course. They do have those around here, right?"

"I don't know," I admitted with a shrug. "But I'm sure they must. Let's check the net and find out."

Three hours and thirty-six holes of miniature golf later, I went to bed feeling as though I had dodged a bullet. For once, I did not reach for the drawer of my nightstand. Instead, I stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out why the thought of Julie having a job so terrified me. I found the answer soon enough, then spent another hour trying to find another answer I liked better, to no avail.

* * * * *

To my relief, Jules appeared to accept my reasoning regarding our finances. That was the last I heard about getting a job. Things proceeded as they had before. By the time Thanksgiving arrived, my sister had undertaken all of the housework. To my astonishment, she showed no signs of slacking off either. I began to once again pretend that things could go on in this way forever. In the back of my mind, I knew it couldn't, but it was a pleasant fantasy.

With an extra two days of the upcoming weekend, we decided to split these as any other weekend; I would get Turkey Day and she would get Friday.

Julie fixed a fine dinner and I spent my day in front of the tube watching football. A year ago, this would have been an ideal day, but to my surprise I was less than enthralled watching twenty-two armored strangers chase a fake pig bladder around a fake grass field for three hours. I found much more fascination in running my fingers through my sister's hair as she rested her head on my thigh, watching the game with me.

I feared a day of shopping would surely follow a day of football, but instead Jules selected the Woodland Park Zoo. Like most things my sister planned, the afternoon was a joy. The clouds that had shrouded the city all week parted and we strolled amongst the animals hand-in-hand, as had become our habit.

The sun even became so strong that I worried my pale sister would burn. I insisted she let me buy some sunscreen, not even thinking what a pleasure it would be when she asked me to rub it on.

We must have traversed the zoo at least twice before heading for the car. Afterward we grabbed a bite at Anthony's Fish Bar and strolled along the pier while the sun set before finally heading for home.

"Oh," Jules moaned, kicking off her shoes the instant we were in the door. "All that walking. I can't believe I wore heels. My feet are killing me."

"Yeah, that was a bit of a stroll."

"A stroll?"

"Hey," I started with a grin. "You were the one that wanted to go hiking in the mountains come summer."

"I still do; I just won't wear heels."

"We'll get you some nice boots if you really want to hike."

"You're on. I'll wear them back to the zoo next time too."

"Next time?"

"Sure. As soon as that old carousel is finished, we have to ride it."

I smiled, picturing the horses of the antique carousel moving up and down, my sister on a stark white stallion, her face aglow amid all the lights, motion, and sound. My eyes would be on her, the brightest light of all.

"Damon," Jules prompted, terminating my vision. "Is it still my night?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

"Then can I ask you to do something special for me?"

My spine stiffened at once. "Sure. What?"

"Rub my feet?"

"What?"

"Rub lotion into my feet, the way you rubbed it into my shoulders earlier."

I shrugged. "Ok."

"Great. The hand lotion's in my blue bag."

I walked to the pile in the corner of the living room that more or less served as my sister's closet. "I should see about getting a second bedroom when the lease is up in February, if you still want to stay with me."

Jules opened the bag as I set it on the sofa. "Let's not worry about it until then," she suggested while rummaging through the contents. A few seconds later, she produced a plastic bottle and handed it to me. She then cupped her hands behind her head and stretched, stiffening her body as she did so.

I felt a stiffening of my own as I watched her breasts strain to break free of their containment. I heard a thud at my feet and looked down to see I had dropped the lotion. As quickly as I dared, I knelt and retrieved the plastic bottle.

I looked up to find Julie's eye upon my own. I froze, mesmerized by her icy blues. A few seconds later I felt a softness upon my forearm. Looking down, I found my sister's right foot adjacent to my wrist, her toes caressing my flesh.

With a swallow, I looked back to her face. "What do I do?"

"Just put some lotion on your hands and start rubbing. It's one of those things you can't do wrong, so long as you just do it."

"Ok." My hands were shaking as I squirted a glob of cream into my right palm. Setting the bottle to the carpet, I cradled her foot with my left hand while I began rubbing it with my right.

"Yes," Jules whispered. "Oh, Damon, you don't know how wonderful that is. Between the toes, run your fingers between my toes. And underneath too. Yes, just like that. You are too good to me, brother. Too good."

I continued to follow her instructions, rubbing several handfuls of the lotion into her moistening flesh. The sight of my sister's lower legs, the moans she kept emitting, the feel of my flesh upon hers; it was all too much. Soon I was forced to shift my kneeling stance to account for an unwanted, though not unexpected, hardness. My own respiration had increased in a noticeable way by the time she beckoned, "Ok, now the other one."

I shifted my attention to her previously ignored foot. Cradling it with my right hand, I ran the fingers of my left over the soft upper surface. With a gulp, I dared slide my right hand along her sole, past her ankle and onto her calf. Receiving no reprimand, I began to massage her muscle while exerting a gentle pressure. Her leg rose an inch and I moved my free hand to cup her foot.

My courage buoyed by both my own lust and her apparent acquiescence, I leaned forward and began to rub the supple flesh atop her foot with my nose. Her toes flexed, then rolled downward, but otherwise she made no move.

I stroked her foot several more times before I stopped and blew a gentle breeze. Her toes uncurled, then curled again, almost beckoning. I moved my mouth to her foot. Her leg shuddered as my lips met her skin. My overture unrebuffed, I opened my lips and sucked just a pinch of her pliant flesh into my mouth, nasty tasting lotion and all.

Jules issued a sharp, "Oh!" before her voice trailed off into a low moan. I moved an inch, and kissed her foot again. "Yes," she whispered. "That's nice too."

Emboldened, I began to love my sister's feet in earnest, suckling on the softness of the tops.

"Lotion," Jules whispered. "Don't forget the lotion."

Lotion? What made her think I wanted to kiss more lotion? Still, it was her night. I grabbed the bottle with one hand and squirted a stream along the side of her leg down and into the palm of the hand that still cradled her foot. Ointment thus applied, my hands returned to their caressing. Soon they progressed to massaging, then to true fondling.

My lips returned to make their way up her foot, onto her ankle and beyond, stopping only where her leg disappeared beneath her slacks. There I paused, wanting so much to rip the fabric from her body and continue my worship of it, wondering if she wanted anything near the same.

Then I smelled it. No, not it- her! I smelled her. Just a hint. I'd only smelled two pussies before, but it is a scent like no other. My sister was definitely number three.

My lips peeled back and I began to nibble her calf as I savored her fragrance. Her moans increased, and with it my frustration. I knew part of her loved what I was doing, but what of the other part? Would that part hate me when whatever animalistic passion we shared had subsided? I looked to her face. Her head rested on the back of the sofa, eyes closed and pointed skyward. There was no hint I could discern regarding the depths of her pleasure.

With reluctance, I moved back to my kneeling position, my mouth as far from my sister as I could get it. I returned my attention to my hands, moving them over my sister's foot and leg in an ever-slowing fashion.

Julie's head popped up as the movement of my hands over her skin came to a stop. She smiled as our eyes locked upon one another. "That was wonderful, brother."

"Really?"

"Better than sex." She paused to wink. "Or at least close. Anything I can do for you in return?"

"No," I said with a shake of my head. "It's your night, remember?"

"How about on your night?"

"I'll think about it."

"You sure you don't want a shoulder rub?"

There was only one thing I wanted her to rub just then, and I was certain it would produce its own lotion in short order. I sighed, resolving to rub it myself. "No. I think I'll head for bed."

* * * * *

"Wake up, sleepy head!"

My left eye snapped wide and pivoted around the still dim interior of my room, finally finding my sister's face. "What time is it?" I wondered aloud.

"Nine."

"Nine?"

"Yeah," Julie said with a chuckle. "It comes after eight."

"Clever. So what's the deal, are you the only one allowed to sleep in?"

"You've slept in enough. It's my day again, remember?"

"Yeah."

"So get up. We've another boat to catch."

"A boat?"

"Yeah, I liked that ferry so much I booked us another one, except this time we're going to some recreated Indian village."

"Tillicum?"

"Hey, you've heard of it? Good. Now c'mon."

"When do we need to be there?"

"Eleven-thirty."

"What? Two and a half hours? Where is it?"

"Pier Fifty-five. Wherever that is."

I settled back into my bed. "It's southwest a bit. Can't imagine it could take more than half an hour, forty-five minutes at the most."

"So you think we've some time to kill?"

"Yeah. An hour at least."

"Good. We've got half a bottle of lotion to kill too. Get up."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Any day it's my day, you can count on an hour footrub. Maybe two. Now get your lazy ass out of bed."

All thoughts of sleep evaporated the instant I comprehended I would again have the opportunity to worship a portion of my sister's loveliness. My eyes flew wide. I all but bounced off the mattress.

Two hours later, our car was on the road south to pier fifty-five, but my mind was back in the apartment, reliving how soft her feet felt beneath my fingers. My timid side had won this morning and I hadn't ventured onto her legs, nor had I again brought my lips to her flesh. Every other side within me wanted to lynch my timid side.

So far as the outing itself was concerned, the cultural experience might have been rewarding on another occasion, but I had a difficult time tearing my eyes from my sibling. I saw her as something else that day, not an unapproachable goddess but a flesh-and-blood woman, one who enjoyed my touch, even if it was just her feet.

By the time of our return crossing the overcast of the afternoon had turned into a drizzle. The wind off the water magnified the chill. Julie, I guess, was still used to dressing for Houston, where it almost always got warmer as the day progressed. She was shivering before the ferry even got underway.

"We should go inside," I suggested. "At least it'll be out of the wind."

Jules turned her face to me. With a hand on each elbow and shoulders drawn tight, the look defined pitiful. Her usual pallor had increased to an almost dead white. Those big pouty lips were favoring purple instead of red. Her flowing rusty locks had a frizzy, unkempt look.

"No," she said with a brisk shake of her head. "I don't want to be in there with everyone else. I'd rather stay outside, if that's ok?"

I shrugged. "Sure." I caught myself wondering for a second if I was willing to surrender my jacket before I chastised myself for even that delay. In a smooth motion, I whipped the light coat from my torso and around my sister.

For a second, Julie's eyes found the garment draped over her shoulder. Then she shifted her gaze to me. I expected some token protest, but instead her lips curled in a pleasant grin before they parted. "Thank you, brother."

I smiled in reply. "My pleasure." In spite of the instant chill and the hairs on my arms standing at attention, I did my best to remain a stoic martyr. Almost without thinking, I wrapped my bare arm around my sister's far shoulder and pulled her close.


Her head fell, finding my shoulder. "That's nice. Hold me, just like that."

I did. Somehow, with her next to me, the chill didn't matter anymore.

"Damon?" she prompted, her eyes still on the grey waves.




Family Jules



"Yes?"

"Are you bored of me?"

I inhaled a sharp breath. My body tensed. "Why would you wonder that?"

Julie's head turned, bringing her eyes upward to meet mine. "Answer the question."

"No. Not at all."

"You sure were quiet today. Like you were bored."

My eyes left hers. I dared not tell her I was far closer to enthralled than bored in her presence. "No. I guess maybe a little distracted. Work, you know."

"Didn't you like the salmon?"

"Sure."

"I was thinking I could maybe try and make that sometime. Baked instead of smoked, of course, but it shouldn't be too difficult."

My eyes wandered to the water as my mind wandered to my sister's cooking. "Sure," I agreed after a moment's reflection, "that'd be good."

"You sure I'm doing ok? I mean, better than McDonald's?"

I snapped my focus back to her face. "Yes! Why?"

Jules issued a slight shrug and looked away. "I was just worried I might have worn out my welcome. Especially after I was a bit bossy last night and this morning and then you were so quiet all day."

"No, it's nothing to do with you, really; it's just, well, I don't know, but it's not you." I realized that hadn't come out well, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

Julie's head found my shoulder again. "Ok, then. Just hold me."

"I will," I assured her. "It's probably just the weather, you know, getting to the both of us. They say it's easy to get depressed here."

"Really," she mumbled. "I would never have guessed."

My sister didn't say another word until we reached the dock, a silence I dared not break until we settled into the car.

"It'll take a few minutes for the heat to kick in," I noted, "but at least we're out of the wind." I started the car, then reached for the wiper control.

"Does it always rain here?" Julie asked as the rubber blades scraped the mist from the glass.

"Seems to," I began, backing the vehicle out of the parking slot. "But it rains more quantity-wise in Houston. What it does here mostly is drizzle all winter. The summers are supposed to be really nice though, but you just missed that, arriving when you did."

"Maybe next summer we can go camping in the mountains?"

"What?" I queried. "I pay for a roof over my head and a nice warm bed to sleep in so I can what, pay more to sleep someplace cold and hard with just canvas between me and bears? I don't think so."

At once I regretted my words. Seconds before I was worried my sister might not ever be around for the summer, now I had all but declined an invitation to be alone with her in a primitive setting where, for just a little while, the rules of the civilized world might not apply.

Jules grinned, then gave her nose a wrinkle. "That is a nice big bed you have. Comfortable too. I tried it out a few times in the afternoon."

"Hey, I offered it to you. I guess it is time we got you a real bed though, isn't it?"

"Any reason we can't share?"

"Share?"

"Yeah. Sleep together. We did when we were kids."

My spine stiffened. "I'm not sure. We aren't kids anymore."

"I don't bite," Julie whispered. "Except as requested."

My heart seemed to climb up into my throat. I glanced to the passenger seat, my lips quivering, but no sound emerged.

"If you don't want to," Julie said, "that's ok. I can stay on the couch."

"No," I snapped. "It's ok. I mean, if you think that'd work ok, I suppose, I mean, well, we can try it."

"Why wouldn't it work?"

My shoulders bounced in a single shrug. "No reason, I guess."

"Great!" Jules exclaimed. "I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, but I am so tired of that couch!"

I forced my eyes forward and glued them to the road. My attempt to concentrate on driving instead of my sister failed. I could think of nothing except the enchantress not a yard distant, a distance that would likely be much smaller when we bedded down. Soon enough I was shifting in my seat, trying to alleviate the discomfort of my suddenly too-snug trousers.

I'm not sure my cock ever softened over the course of the evening as I imagined Julie lying next to me. When that time finally arrived, I found the experience not quite the pleasure I had imagined. At first we just looked at one another for a few seconds before Julie finally spoke.

"Which side is yours?"

"The middle," I jested.

"Cute. Really though, which side do you want?"

"Either."

"Fine." My sister walked around the left edge of the bed. "I'll take this side. Not like a man needs the nightstand."

I inhaled a sharp breath as I considered what lay in the top drawer of the tiny cabinet, but it was too late to protest. Without a word, I moved to sit on the opposite side of the mattress. I threw off my clothes. Wearing but my briefs, I slid beneath the blanket, staying well to my side of center.

My eyes darted to my right before I dared tilt my head that direction. Only Julie's head peeked above the edge of the sheets beside me. Below the covers, I could see her arms and body in motion.

When her hands finally appeared from beneath the blankets, my wide eyes followed them; in one hand dangled her panties, from her other hung her bra.

I blinked as my eyes found her face. There was no hint of pout in her curved lips as she dropped the two garments on the floor beside the bed. She turned off the lamp and wiggled beneath the covers. "This is sooo much better than the couch," she purred. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," I insisted. I placed my head on my pillow and forced my eyes to the darkness of the ceiling. For the first time, the downside to this arrangement became apparent. With my naked sister lying but inches away, I had never been so excited, never needed to relieve myself more; yet I could not.

I almost always masturbated before sleeping. It had become practically a ritual since Jules had arrived. Rolling to one side, I tried to think of anything else. Slowly, the sheetrock turned from black to grey, but nothing else seemed to change. Then I heard my sister's breathing assume a deep, regular pattern.

Confident she was asleep, I dared move my hand to my cock. I started a slow caress, unsure if I could finish without becoming vigorous enough to wake her, but in dire need of something. This pace I continued for several minutes, but it was just a tease. With a sigh, I increased the force, and with it my focus.

Such was the level of my concentration, I didn't notice Julie move. The next thing I knew, I felt the warmth of her body next to mine. My hand froze. My eyes flew wide. In a slow arc, my head turned to look over my shoulder.

Her red hair looked a dark grey in the soft glow from the lights beyond my window. I looked to the blanket, confirming it rose and fell in a deliberate pattern. My eyes snapped shut. I tried to steady my nerve. It didn't help much, my right hand still vibrated of its own volition as I moved it from my cock, sliding it up my hip, and beyond, down my buttock until I at last reached the cleft where her body met mine.

My hand flinched, retreating an inch, before I steadied it and pushed onward. With my smallest finger first I moved to graze her skin. Then the next, and so on. As each new digit graced her flesh, I paused, gauging her reaction.

Untold minutes later, the full of my hand rested upon my sister's ass. I closed my eyes and just imagined how many times I had dreamed of a moment like this. I began to stroke her smoothness. My left hand slid from beneath me, finding my still-erect member. My fingers began to move in a rhythm, petting her ass and my cock at the same time.

As my arousal mounted, so did the force of my motion. Jules issued a protracted moan. I paused.

"More," she whispered, the single word coming to my ears with the softness of a gentle breeze.

I swallowed, unsure if she was awake. Within seconds, I decided it did not matter. If she wanted more, she could have it. My right hand slid to the bottom of her ass, cupping and then caressing as much of her buttock as would fit in my palm.

She moaned again. My left hand began a vigorous massage of my cock head. Within a minute, my body shuddered through my release. I shifted myself to the edge of the mattress, intent on reaching for my T-shirt beside the bed.

"Damon?"

I froze, tonguing my lips once. "Yes?"

"Oh, nothing, I guess. I just had the most amazing dream."

"Really? What about?"

Several seconds of silence passed. "Oh. I don't think I should tell you, but trust me, it was wonderful." She rolled back over to her side of the bed. "Perhaps I'll tell you in the morning, if I still remember it. Good night."

My hand jumped to the T-shirt. I rolled back in to bed, using the thin garment to cover the cum stain I had left on the sheet. "Good night," I said.

Sleep still did not come quickly, but at least it did come.

I awoke with a start the next morning as the alarm sounded, bolting to a sitting position and blinking at the clock. Julie sat upright as well, apparently without thinking. The blanket fell away, affording me my first direct glimpse of her bosom. Feminine perfection. Round. Smooth. Large areolas, perfect circles, almost the color of her hair.

My sister gasped and grabbed the edge of the blanket, quickly covering herself. "I'm sorry. I suppose I should sleep with a shirt on."

I shrugged, hoping to appear apathetic, at the same time trying to sear the image of my sister's gorgeous tits into my brain forever. "No big deal," I said. "We're adults, right?"

"Yeah. We're adults." Jules smiled. "So I can still sleep in the buff?"

Please! I thought. "Sure," I said.

"Ok, Thank you." With that, my sister rolled back beneath the blankets.

I rose and made my way to the shower. Imagining I suckled on my sibling's bosom, I relieved myself again.

After that, I took my shower and my relief in the evening, before we both retired to bed. That seemed to work, as well as it could, but many was the night I lay awake with a hard-on, the object of my passion dozing just beside me.

* * * * *

December came and with it a little flyer from work, a piece of paper I had all but forgotten about after shoving it into my pocket.

"What's this?" Julie inquired upon my arrival home from work.

My eyes found the crumpled piece of paper she held in her hand, but I could not make any of the words out. "What?"

"This bit about the Christmas party. I found it while I was doing the laundry."

"Oh that. What about it?"

"Why didn't you mention it?"

I shrugged. "I wasn't planning to go."

Julie's jaw fell with her brow. "What? Why wouldn't we go?"

We? My lips formed the word, but then froze, leaving it as an unspoken thought. "I, uh, always thought those events were boring."

"Why?"

I shrugged again. "I don't know."

"Would you go for me?"

I smirked. "I don't know. Taking my sister seems, well..."

"What? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me now?"

"No! It's just..."

"Just what?"

I paused to swallow. "You're right. I would be embarrassed to go with my sister. It says I can't get a real date."

"Who says I have to go as your sister?"

"What do you mean?"

Julie's head tilted an inch to one side. "I haven't met anyone from your company. Hell, I haven't met anyone at all. You can tell them I'm not your sister if you want. Or are you embarrassed to be seen with me for some other reason?"

"No," I insisted. "But what if they found out?"

"They won't."

I swallowed as I considered the likelihood. I'd never live it down, yet when I imagined Julie pretending to be my girlfriend, of watching my co-workers drool over her, my answer came before I even knew my lips had moved. "Ok."

"Ok?"

"Yeah. We can go, if you don't mind pretending you aren't my sister."

Julie bounced her eyebrows. "Oh, I don't mind. I don't mind at all. Do you mind if I wear heels?"

"Why would I mind?"

"It'll make me taller than you."

"I'll get over it."

Julie winked. "We'll see. Can I have a couple hundred bucks for a dress?"

"Two hundred?" I gasped.

Jules twisted her shoulders in a haughty fashion, putting her breasts on full display. "You don't want me looking like your sister, do you?"

"No," I agreed, snapping my head from side to side. "Two hundred? Uh, yeah, no problem."

When my sister modeled her outfit a week later, I discovered the money a judicious investment indeed. She had selected a dress of shimmering black, one supported by the two narrowest of straps. The uniform darkness of the cloth called attention to my sister's creamy complexion and her flaming tresses. If the color of the dress was ideal, the fit was even better, hugging and accentuating all her curves. Her breasts looked like they might bounce free at any moment, if her beautiful round ass didn't rip the taut fabric first. On her arms she wore a pair of long matching gloves that covered all of her forearm and half of her biceps, ending at the same level as the uppermost point on the dress.

My eyes shifted to that point and found the green pendant resting just above her magnificent cleavage. "Is that an emerald?" I wondered aloud.

"You like?" Jules scooted forward and thrust her chest out as if to give me a better look at the gem.

My eyes found the cleft of her bosom instead. "Yeah. I like. I like it a lot."

"Good. 'Cause I spent twice as much as I said I was gonna. Hope you don't mind, but I wanted to look good for you."

I'm not even sure I heard her. I am sure I didn't care. I began to picture myself with Julie at the party, all my co-workers tripping over their tongues as they looked at my girl.

With an impish giddiness I began to count the days to the party; then the hours. I never got around to counting the minutes, but I did take a long shower and masturbated twice in hopes I would later be able to keep my eyes on something other than my sister.

My plan met with little success, but I was hardly the only one to find Jules captivating. I knew she could fit in with the beer and pizza crowd, but as the meal progressed she began to show a more sophisticated side of herself. She accepted flattery with grace, and reciprocated with an understated elegance, complimenting the other women in a subtle, yet apparently sincere, fashion.

By the time dessert arrived, she had won over everyone at our table. Then, out of the blue, a lady across the table asked a question I should have foreseen, but had not, so focused was I on just being seen with a babe.

"So, how is it you know Damon?"

I could almost feel the blood drain from my head as my eyes jumped to the woman, my sister, and back again.

"Oh," Jules said in the most matter-of-fact tone. "We've known each other for years. I was his sister's best friend in high school. I practically lived at Damon's house. Of course, he was a boy then, I'm several years older, you know."

Julie paused and turned to me with a wide grin. "Next thing I knew, he grew up and I found my one true love right under my nose."

"So you've been a couple for years?"

Jules turned back to the woman. "Yes."

"Are you engaged then?"

Julie's eyes fell to her gloved hand, then jumped to me. She ran her tongue once just below her upper lip before she looked back across the table. "Why, yes. We are. Damon proposed just last Sunday as a matter of fact, but the ring didn't fit. We're having it resized."

I stiffened, feeling the weight of all eyes shift to me. A round of congratulations swept the table, which I did my best to acknowledge in my stunned state.

Julie lay her hand atop mine. "You should be embarrassed, lover. You kept me waiting far too long!"

As a round of chuckles replaced the congratulations, my sister began to stand. "Speaking of keeping a girl waiting, why haven't you asked me to dance yet?"

"I, uh..."

"Why thank you!" Jules exclaimed. "I'd love to."

The chuckles turned to laughter as my suddenly debonair sister extended her hand to me.

"But I don't know how to dance," I protested.

Julie ignored my objection. "C'mon, lover," she cooed, taking my hand. "I'll show you how."

Lover? I rose, the word still rambling about my head. I was sure she had said that instead of brother. My eyes wandered the table. I considered the potential embarrassment if she addressed me as her sibling by accident, or I her. For the first time a bit of fright crept in at the edges of my psyche.

"Go on!" one of my co-workers urged. "What are you waiting for?"

Amid a general clamor that I dance with my new fiancee, I rose and allowed my sister to lead me away.

"What do I do?" I whispered the instant we were out of earshot.

Jules extended her left hand, taking my right one with it. "How the fuck should I know?"

"You don't know?"

"No. But at least I'm not stupid enough to admit it in front of everyone. Now put your arm around me like these other guys are doing and let's figure it out. How hard can it be?"

For a couple minutes I was nervous.

"Not bad," Jules observed. "I could get used to this."

"Yeah," I agreed. "It is nice."

She leaned closer and whispered, "So I'm doing ok?"

"Sure. I'm still not certain I've got the hang of it yet though. Sorry about stepping on your feet."

"Not as a dancer! As your girlfriend?"

I paused to consider the possible meanings, finding a couple I liked, but none that seemed appropriate. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not embarrassing you?" Julie clarified. "I'm not being too much of a blabbermouth, am I?"

"No!"

"Are you sure?" she pressed. "You've been so quiet."

I felt my lips curl upward. "I was just enjoying being with you."

"Don't be silly. You're with me all the time."

"Not like this." I wanted the words back before I had even finished uttering them. My heart all but stopped as Julie's eyes widened.

She tilted her head just a bit. "And what do you mean?"

"I, uh, mean we should go more places nice; you know?" My throat pulsed in a futile attempt to swallow as I awaited her reply.

"I agree. We should do a lot more together. Especially now that we're engaged."

At last I dared to smile. "Did you have anything in mind?"

"Sure."

"What?"

"You'll see." With that, Jules began to lead, steering me across the dance floor toward the corner of the room and the photographer.

"You want a picture?" I asked.

Julie flashed a smile and twitched her nose. "Maybe."

We took our place in line. Deep inside, I knew I wanted a picture of us together, my sister and I, at that moment, pretending to be something other than siblings. I had just begun imagining what I might think of that picture in the decades to follow when I felt a pressure beneath my elbow. Looking down, I saw Jules twist herself beneath my arm, then stand upright again. My arm settled on her shoulder and she leaned her form against mine.

Feeling her warm softness next to me, my body tensed, as if by instinct recoiling from the embrace. Her tresses tickled my neck and the side of my face. Relax, I counseled myself, and then tried to follow my own advice.

"This is nice," Julie whispered. "You and me. I love it when we're together like this."

I shifted my head to glance at the other couples nearby, wondering whom she meant to hear her words. My nose moved into her hair. The soft lavender scent invaded my nostrils. I stopped and inhaled a deeper breath, forgetting about anyone else but her.

"Don't you think so?"

I jerked as her question forced me back to reality. "What?"

"This is nice? Us. Together."

"Yes," I agreed with a smile. "Very."

"Next!"

Julie and I both snapped our head to the photographer, then flashed innocent grins as we moved before the mottled grey background.

"Ready?" the photographer prompted.

Julie smiled. "Not yet. You'll know when."

I turned to her, intending to ask what she meant. As I did, her face rushed towards mine. I inhaled a gasp as she kissed me, forcing her succulence into my mouth. Those wonderful big lips began caressing mine. For an instant, I was all but a statue, but the next moment my lips moved too, massaging hers in return.




Family Jules



"Ok, got it."

I took a second for the photographer's words to register. I turned to look toward the partygoers. Every one of them sported the same grin. Still trying to sort out what had just happened, and why, I allowed my sister to lead me back to the nearby table where she attended to the token paperwork that accompanied the picture.

I was still thinking about the kiss as I watched her hand move across the paper. Then she stopped. A second passed before I looked down to see she'd written "Julie He..."

My eyes went from the page to her face. Her expression was blank, her focus still on the paper. The next second her hand was in motion again, finishing her name and then mine. A smile graced her features as she turned to me. "One more dance?"

"Sure, Miss Henderson," I quipped. "I'd be delighted."

She dropped the pen. Her hand slid from the table, unerringly finding mine. With a firm grip she headed back to the dance floor with me in tow.

"Do you think you'll like our picture?" Jules inquired as we began to move to the music.

"I'm not sure," I admitted. "Wasn't quite what I was expecting."

"I surprised you then?"

"Yes. Don't know where I can hang that picture."

"Oh, I suspect we'll find someplace."

I cocked my head. "Where?"

Julie shrugged. "I don't know. Your office maybe?"

I smiled. "Yeah. Maybe."

We danced in silence for several more minutes. With each passing moment, I held her a little closer. Soon we weren't really dancing so much as meandering while we hugged.

My eyes popped open. I wondered for a moment when I had closed then, but then the warmth of Julie breath upon my ear chased the trivial thought from my mind.

"My feet hurt," she whispered.

"Ok," I said. "We can go back to the table."

"Can we go home instead. I think I've partied enough for one night."

I looked to my watch. It wasn't even nine o'clock, but I didn't feel I ought to ask her to stay; she'd already put on a much better show than I had any right to expect.

I smiled, imagining my coworkers dropping by on Monday wanting to know where I'd been keeping her. "Ok," I said. "If that's what you want."

We said our goodbyes and headed for the car.

Jules hadn't even settled in her seat before she was squirming. "Do hurry. I can't wait to get out of this dress."

I drove in silence, part of me concentrated on making the short trip home as brief as possible. Another part speculated about the events of the party; the dancing, the mock engagement, the kiss. Especially the kiss.

"Thanks," I managed as we entered the elevator. "It was a nice evening."

Jules glanced up at the floor indicator as it flashed from one number to the next. "It was nice. What'd you like the best?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Hard to say."

In a flash, she pounced. Pushing me into the corner, she brought her mouth again to mine. She was far more aggressive this time, suckling my lower lips beyond her own, nibbling, licking, caressing.

I had just begun to respond when the ding announced the elevator's arrival at our floor. Julie withdrew to the middle of the lift and straightened her dress. "Did that help you make up your mind?"

"I, uh, I'm not sure."

Julie's eyebrows bounced upward. "Really?" She exited the elevator and headed up the corridor. "Well, I really do want to get out of this dress. Maybe that'll help you make up your mind."

"We're home," I interjected. "You can quit pretending to be my girlfriend."

Jules stopped and turned to me. "What if I don't want to pretend?"

My brow dropped. "How much wine did you have?"

"I'm not drunk," Jules snapped. "I'm horny. C'mon."

I followed her in a daze, unsure what she meant, my mind but daring to believe what I had just heard.

Once inside, Julie moved to the nearest corner and leaned, rubbing her back upon the point where the two walls met. Issuing a low moan, she wiggled her shoulders. The straps of her dress fell and my eyes fell with them, my focus settling upon the exposed upper portion of her bosom.

"You like?" she inquired in a husky whisper.

I could but nod in reply.

"Close the door."

Without looking away, my hand moved behind me, shutting and latching the entryway.

"Come here," she demanded.

I did. I was helpless. I was hers. We kissed again. For real. As lovers. My hands moved over the soft fabric, and the softer body beneath. Her hands found the back of my head. I felt her fingers intertwine with my locks. For a minute she pulled my face unto hers, her tongue and lips vying to see which could explore the most of my mouth.

Then, without warning, she pulled my hair, terminating our kiss. "Lower," she whispered. "I want you to kiss me everywhere."

I gasped my excitement as she pulled my face to her neck.

"Yes," Jules hissed. "That's right, keep going. Lower." Exhibiting a downward pressure, she wiggled her shoulders. She arched her back, thrusting her chest outward. A nipple popped into view.

My hands flew to her hips, steadying her body as I brought my mouth to her bosom, kissing along the bare upper portion.

"Yes!" she screamed "Yes, brother! Love them for me."

She pulled again on my hair. I closed my eyes as my face was forced to the softness of her breast. My open mouth soon found the apex, engulfing as much of her womanly flesh as I could. Thus I began to nurse upon my sister's bosom, still scarcely daring to believe it was other than a dream.

Using my locks as reins, Julie steered my willing mouth back and forth between her breasts; moaning, writhing, even whimpering as she did so.

"Suck the bottom too," she whimpered. She released my hair with one of her hands and moved it to her chest, pulling her dress down. The entirety of her majestic bosom sprang free. I could but behold their magnificence in awe; so round, so firm, so smooth, so feminine; so perfect.

I dropped to my knees, my mouth sliding over the curve of her flesh until I found the soft and sensitive underside.

"Yes!" my sister gasped. "Right there. Oh, God, I love to be sucked there." As if to confirm her claim, her hips rotated, pushing outward, rubbing against my chest.

Within seconds, I tensed, then inhaled a sharp breath, confirming that it was her aroma my nose sampled. I heard a soft snarl resonate through my nasal cavity. Switching breasts, I brought my teeth to her flesh for a tender nibble before I once again began to suckle.

Less than a minute later, I felt what I smelled; Julie's moistness seeping through her dress and my shirt. I stopped and leaned away, confirming the wet stain on both garments. My eyes leapt upward, hoping she might ask that I sample her taste as well as her scent.

Jules had rather the opposite in mind. "Let me suck your cock," she whispered.

My mouth dropped. I could feel the blood warm my member as it expanded in response to her request, demanding that I accept. Standing, I leaned forward and brought my lips to hers.

We kissed but for a handful of seconds before Jules slid her lips from mine. She said nothing as she fell away, sinking slowly to her knees. My knees twitched as she reached for my zipper. Then she freed my cock. I gasped, realizing I had not breathed since before we had kissed.

Our eyes met as Julie grasped my shaft about the base and directed its rampant form horizontal. She smiled, wrinkling her nose in a quick spasm before she eased her parted lips over my engorged head. She did not start slow or even pretend to tease. In a smooth motion, her lips slid along the length of my shaft until I felt the softness of her rear palate envelop my crown.

There she stopped. Keeping my cock buried in her mouth, she moved her head in a subtle rolling manner, caressing my head with the pliable tissue at the entry to her throat. She issued not the slightest hint of a gag; her face appeared awash with bliss. As if this was not enough, her tongue roamed the sensitive underside of my member in a tantalizing caress.

My hips began to squirm; only an inch, maybe less. She responded by starting to suck me for real, her mouth moving in time with my hips, her cheeks flexing with the suction that accompanied each stroke.

I'm not a genius, but one did not have to be Einstein to comprehend my cock was not the first to pass my sister's lips. My mind wandered to the string of jerks she had lived with over the years. My motion stopped as I imagined her blowing them. Total assholes, the lot; probably expected such service as a matter of cohabitation. My chest heaved with a massive breath as I realized, as much as I wanted my sister, I wished more not to associate myself in any way with her previous lovers.

Leaning forward, I brought one palm to each of my sister's cheeks. She opened her eyes and looked up at once, but she did not stop sucking. I applied a gentle pressure until her head was stationary, then moved my hands to slide her mouth from my shaft.

"Did I do something wrong?" Julie asked the instant my crown sprang from her lips.

I snapped my head to and fro. "No. I just, well, this doesn't seem right."

"What? Why? Don't you want to?"

Such a question, that. Of course I wanted to. She was the hottest, sexiest woman I could imagine, but I would not have her unless it was what she wanted. Something she really wanted, not just something she felt obliged to do.

"Not just now," I said.

Julie's lips turned inward. Her nose wrinkled, and stayed that way. "You bastard!" She jumped to her feet, looking down that inch to me. "What the fuck do you mean teasing me like that?"

"What?"

Jules stuck out her tongue and then drew the appendage back, scraping the surface along her upper teeth. The next second she spat; just a spray, but I flinched anyway. When I opened my eyes, her eyes were inches from mine. Her normal blue was a grey, surrounded by a frame of pink.

"Liar," she hissed.

"W-w-hat?" I managed.

"You were leaking like a fucking sieve. Don't even pretend you don't want me. And now you're gonna pull that 'Oh, you're my sister, we can't.' shit, aren't you?"

"That's not it! I just don't want you thinking, you know, you owe me anything."

"Owe you? What the fuck do you mean 'owe you'?"

"You know. You staying here."

She paused to sigh and shake her head, withdrawing from my face in the process. Her voice was soft, but the words were clear, crisp, haunting. "Go away."

"What?" I asked again, knowing full well what she had said.

"Go away," she repeated. "Leave me."

"What?" I repeated. "Where?"

"Your room."

I tensed. "My room?" I looked down the hall, then back to Jules. "I didn't mean it the way you think."

"Oh! I owe you? How did you mean it?"

"I didn't want, you know...."

"Yeah!" Jules barked. "Me! That's what you don't want. Your pulling me off your cock made that pretty fucking clear. I'm your sister, nothing more. And I don't owe you a thing. I get it!" She snapped her head sideways, but not before I saw a tear begin to make its way down her cheek.

"No..." I started.

Her body followed her head, turning her back completely toward me. "Just go." 

* * * * *

Julie still fixed dinner after that, but you didn't need a degree in psychology to know something had changed. She treated me with that distant civil manner accorded ex-lovers.

Without a word, we quit doing his and her days. Every day was the same, awful. I didn't feel the need to masturbate; I tried, but having had a taste of the real thing, no fantasy would suffice. After a week that could have been a year, I began to hope my sister would find a boyfriend or a job, whatever it took to get her off my couch and out of my apartment, anywhere I didn't have to see her everyday. At least that's what I told myself I wanted.

Things were so strained we didn't even discuss getting a Christmas tree or exchanging gifts. Thus I was surprised when Tom called to me one evening when I entered my apartment building.

"Mr. Hewitt? I've a package for you."

"Yeah?" I queried, walking to the guard's station.

"It came for you today. Required a signature and your girlfriend didn't pick up the phone, so I signed for it. Hope you didn't mind?"

"My girlfriend?" My brow dropped. "Oh, you mean my sister."

The old man chuckled as he brought the box from below his desk. "Mr. Hewitt, you can call her what you want, but please don't expect me to believe that's your sister. I wasn't born yesterday, you know."

"Yeah, I realize she and I don't look much alike," I began. "But..."

"It ain't so much that she don't look like you," Tom interjected. "No. It's the way you look at her. No brother ever gave his sister the eye like you give her. And I seen you two holding hands all the time. Plus, no sister I know ever kissed her brother like she does."

"What?" I gasped.

The old man picked up a pencil and rotated ninety degrees, tapping one of a dozen monitors to his right.

My eyes moved the inch from the writing instrument to the screen. "Oh," I sighed with a shallow nod. "The elevator."

Tom spun back to me. "I didn't mean to embarrass you none. Lots of folks kiss in the elevator, thinkin' it's really private. But some other fellows, not gentlemen like yourself, they tries a bit more than the ladies want. That's why I have to pay attention, I hope you understand."

"Yeah," I grunted. "I guess so."

"Not that I'd ever tell anyone else. Keeping my mouth shut is part of the job. Anyway, not like it's against the rules or anything for you to have your girl move in with ya."

I picked up the box. "Doesn't matter," I muttered. "I think we're, uh, breaking up."

"Oh," Tom said in a low moan. "Sorry to hear that, Mr. Hewitt. I thought she was a keeper the way she jumped you that night."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess I sorta fooled myself into thinkin' so too. Thanks for signing for the package."

"My pleasure, Mr. Hewitt. You have a good evening."

"You too, Tom."

I made my way to the elevator, absently opening the box en route. I pushed the foam peanuts on the interior to one side, seeking the contents. My eyes flew wide. I snapped my head both directions, confirming I was alone before I looked again. Unsure where more of Tom's security cameras might be, I closed the box and didn't open it again.

"Jules?" I called. No answer. For a moment, my chest froze, then I saw her things still scattered about the living room. I made my way to the kitchen where I found a note on the table:

Damon,

Went out to do a little shopping. I'll likely be late back. Will grab a bite while I'm out. Hope you don't mind me not fixing dinner one night.

Julie

I flipped the note over and scribbled on the reverse:

Jules,

Sorry I opened your package. It came in my name. I guess since you used my credit card. That's ok, of course. I think I'll go out for a bite myself.

Love, Damon

I made the trip back to the elevator and started for the parking garage before I realized Jules had almost certainly taken the car. My mind was on my sister, and the box, as I made my way toward the street.

"Going for a stroll, Mr. Hewitt?"

I turned to Tom. "No. Just going out for dinner. Haven't decided where."

"What you in the mood for?"

"Quiet."

"Might be hard to find that on a Friday," Tom noted. "What about that new Bistro place, the one that's like a library."

"Yeah. Maybe I'll try that."

"Something troubling you, sir? The girl?"

I shrugged. One could have been born yesterday and figured that one out. "Tom, why do women use the silent treatment?"

The old man guffawed and slapped his thigh. "Because it works!"

I dropped my brow and tilted my head. "What?"

"Because it works. Shows us what it would be like without them, while all the time reminding us how much we miss them 'cause they're still there. Is that what yer gettin', the silent treatment?"

"Yeah."

"Glory be, Mr. Hewitt! Can't you see that's a good sign?"

"What?"

"If she wasn't interested, she'd have packed already. Think about it."

I tried, and failed. "Go on?"

"Have you been trying to talk to her?"

"No. She said to leave her alone."

The old man leaned over, cupping his face with his palm. "And you did?"

"Leave her alone. Yeah, that's what..."

Tom's face leapt from his hand. "No! Whatever you done to make her cross, you gots to apologize for it everyday. No matter what she says. By not paying her attention, you're telling her you can do without her. Don't you see?"

I caught my head moving in a slow nod as I considered his words. "You're right," I concluded. "I can't do without her. Who have I been kidding?" My gaze on the floor, but my thoughts elsewhere, I wandered away from the desk with a mumbled, "Thanks."

"Mr. Hewitt?"

I turned. "Yes?"

"Have a great evening, sir."

"I will."

I headed for the street, wondering if I had lied. Eyes to the concrete before me, I wandered the mostly empty sidewalks. It was classic December in the Pacific northwest; dark and damp, like my mood. I passed any number of trendy restaurants and taverns, but none struck me as tranquil enough. After half an hour, I realized the foolishness of my quest. The quietest place to eat was the one I had left.

My mind was on the cupboard as I returned to the apartment. I hadn't got quite to the kitchen before I heard a faint sound, or at least I thought I had. Cocking my head, I listened.

My head began to bob as I discerned there were noises coming down the hall, from my bedroom. My eyes led my head as I turned, seeking the table. The package was gone.

I slipped off my shoes. Not even daring to breathe, I made my way down the hall to my almost closed door. I leaned until the portal opened a crack, then peered through.

Jules arched her back. Her hips surged skyward as she rubbed her bright red toy through the rusty pelt of her crease. Amid grunts her nose wrinkled, then relaxed, then wrinkled again.

"Yes, yes," Julie gasped between grunts. Then she said it. Between some animalistic utterings, a name. My name.

I backed away, hoping she had not heard my gasp. My eyes to the carpet, I pondered the situation. Even above the primal sounds my sister continued to make, I could hear my own heart beating. The vision of my sibling masturbating brought home to me in no uncertain terms that she was a woman, a feminine creature with needs and desires.

And I, somehow, was part of those desires. She really did want me, and not as a brother. Certainly not because she thought she owed me anything. That toy between her thighs was but a surrogate. With a brisk inhale I looked between my own thighs and the hardness there growing with every passing second.

Exhaling the same breath, I looked to my room. Not giving my resolve a moment to waver, I turned and brought my knuckles to the door.

There was a rustling sound beyond. Then a timid, "Yes?"

I pushed the door wide to find my sister huddled beneath the sheets. She wore one of those thin grins, you know the ones, somewhere between shy and sly.

"I'm sorry," I said.

Jules shrugged. "How were you supposed to know. It had your name on it."

"Not about the box."

"No? Then what?"

"Whatever I did to make you mad."

Her grin widened to a full-toothed smile. "And what was that?"

I smiled back. "I just figured out why women use the silent treatment."

"Really?" Jules eyebrows bounced upward. "Do tell."

"Because it works."

Jules cocked her head to one side. "Oh, it does?"

"Sure. Otherwise why would I be standing here, in my apartment, apologizing to my sister, who's been in my bed diddling herself with a toy she bought with my money? And I'm still not sure why I'm apologizing. Except I love her like crazy. And I'll do anything to have things the way they were."

Julie's eyebrows rose over a pair of wide eyes. "What if I want more than the way things were?"




Family Jules



"Anything," I promised. "Anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Yeah. Anything."

Her eyes locked to mine, Jules dropped the sheet, exposing her bosom. My eyes fell, drawn like magnets, before I reined them in and brought my gaze back to her face.

"They look good, don't they?" she asked.

I kept my eyes to Julie's face. "Yes."

"I look good too, don't I?"

"Yes. Like a goddess."

"Would you still love me if I didn't?"

"Of course."

Jules swallowed, then whispered. "But would you make love to me if I didn't?"

My eyes wandered for a pair of blinks before they flew back to my sister's vacant face. "Yes," I concluded, "but I might not enjoy it as much."

She looked down, her head slightly tilted. "Am I really?"

"What?"

"A goddess?"

"Yes!"

"Why are you the only one that treats me like one?"

I shrugged. "I don't know; and just now, I don't care."

Jules flipped the sheets back beside her and patted the mattress. Not breaking eye contact for an instant, I moved to accept her invitation.

"What the...?" I started the instant my hand met the cushion. Looking down, I found a huge damp spot on the sheet. My brow dropped as I brought my gaze back to my sister. "Surely...?"

Jules grinned. "No, silly boy. I showered and jumped into bed wet."

"What?"

"I love jumping in to bed wet and drying that way. Don't you?"

"No!"

She shrugged. "I suppose we could talk about it more," she paused to lean my way, "or we could see about wetting the sheets a different way."

My tongue grazed my lips once. I bent an inch her way. In the next second she pounced, just as she had in the elevator, taking me to the mattress. Our mouths met. For a moment my chest felt as though she had sucked the air from it.

Then I felt the softness of my sister's body through my clothes. My hands moved to that body, caressing, exploring. At first, her skin felt sticky, textured by the coolness as the moisture from the recent shower evaporated from her flesh. My hands roamed her back, down the valley of her spine, to the roundness of her ass. I could almost feel her flesh grow warm beneath my touch.

Or maybe she warmed herself, writhing as she did atop me. Her hands were busy too, tugging at my belt, unfastening my trousers, reaching inside, freeing me.

Jules inhaled a gasp, terminating our kiss. "You're already hard!"

How could I not be. I struggled to find something to say, but failed.

Julie smiled, shifting her gaze from my face to my manhood. I felt her thumb graze the apex of my crown. In a motion, she spun her body atop mine. Brows low, she directed those blue eyes upon my face as she eased herself down upon my shaft. Just like that, I was inside her.

At once, a ripple traversed her torso, her breasts jutting outward. The ripple exited her body as a single audible exhale. "Oh, Damon," she whispered. "That's so good. Too bad we have to stop."

"What?" I gasped. "Stop?"

Jules stopped her squirming. "I'm not having another abortion."

My gaze wandered. My head moved in a short, crisp nod as I understood her meaning.

Julius smiled. "Do you want children, Damon?"

I shook my head at once. "No. Maybe I'm selfish, but other people's kids drive me nuts. I can't imagine mine would be any different."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. No doubt."

"What if you found the perfect girl, but she wanted children?"

I shook my head. "Then she wouldn't be the perfect girl, would she?"

Jules smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I want to be that girl, Damon. Your perfect girl."

My head moved again, this time in a nod. "You are, if that's what you want."

A wide smile blossomed upon her face. "Does that mean I can suck your cock now?"

Before I knew it, my eyes had fallen to the bed linen. With a breath, I forced them back to her face. "I'm sorry I stopped you before. I, well, just didn't want you to feel obligated, you know?"

"Obligated? Are we back to that again?"

"Tell me none of those bastards you dated ever demanded a blowjob?"

This time Julie's eyes wandered for a moment. "Yes," she admitted, returning her focus to me. "Some did. That's why I'm not with them anymore."

I nodded. "I know. I just didn't want you to think, well, that I thought the way they did."

"How could I ever think that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I just, well, couldn't enjoy it not being sure it was what you wanted."

Jules bounced her brow as a smile spread across her face. "Let me show you just how much I want it." My sister was already looking down at me, but tilted her head backward just a bit, exaggerating the effect. "On one condition."

"What?"

"Promise you won't make me stop."

My throat flexed, but I found my mouth had no moisture to move. I tongued my lips. "I promise."

Never breaking her gaze, Jules scooted up, then off, my cock. Falling forward to all fours, she gave me one more kiss before crawling backward until her head was over my loins.

"Hmmm," she moaned. Her icy blues were still locked upon my face as she passed her twitching nose along the length of my member. "I love the taste of my pussy on my man's cock."

Raising her head, she leaned forward. Those flowing tresses fell like a curtain, obscuring my view. I felt her fingers around the base of my shaft, steering it vertical. The next moment her lips teased my head, issuing a subtle pinch.

My head fell back to the mattress. My eyes closed as her lips began to slide down my shaft, then up, then down again. For several minutes I was lost in my own little world; a wonderful world I never wanted to leave.

My departure from this bliss was as sudden as Julie's lips departing my cock. With a grunt, my hips bounced upward, begging her to return. I popped my head up to see her icy orbs peering from between her hanging tresses.

"Am I doing ok?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Then talk to me."

"What?"

"Tell what you like. What you don't like. But talk to me. Share it with me."

I noticed my head moving in a slow bob. "Uh, ok."

I saw a smile spread across those wonderful lips. A second later, her face was gone. The red curtain closed. Those lips were back on my cock. My head was back on the mattress.

"Oh, Sis," I began, not knowing for sure how I would finish. As it turns out, I didn't finish.

Julie's mouth left my shaft again. "Don't call me Sis anymore. Sisters don't suck their brother's cock. I'm your fiancee now, remember?"

My head moved in a more rapid nod. "Yeah. I remember."

"Ok."

Our heads dropped in unison, mine to the mattress, hers back to my member. She resumed her rhythm. My hands found her hair, stroking, petting.

"Oh, Jules," I muttered. "I love the way you suck me." I paused to gasp as she increased the force of her draw upon my cock. "Yes! God, suck it hard, just like that."

She did. My hips started bouncing upward in an erratic manner, half-fucking her mouth on the downward side of each stroke.

I snapped myself from my daze and continued, "I love the way you suck my cock, Jules. I want you up near my head now. Yes, like that. Oh, your tongue underneath, that is so good. Keep it up, just like that. You're so sexy. You've got me close already, you know. I used to jack-off all the time imagining it was you, but you're better than anything I could imagine."

Julie paused just long enough to ask, "What did you imagine?" Then her mouth once again enveloped my shaft.

"I fantasized about you sucking and sucking and sucking. Until I came. And you still didn't quit."

Without altering her rhythm, my sister emitted a low, long, "Mmm...."

"Is that what you want, Jules? Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"Ummm Hmmm."

My eyes started to flutter. My balls started to tingle. The very idea that my sister, my lover, really wanted to taste my cum was too much. The tingling began to creep up my shaft.

"Yeah, Si... I mean Jules, yeah. Here it comes. Don't stop. Please don't..." my voice trailed off into a throaty groan as my hips bounced from the mattress and stayed aloft. An instant later the first stream of semen leapt from my cock.

Just as in my fantasies, Julie issued a low moan and kept sucking; drawing harder, her tongue playing with, almost petting, my cock as it flooded her mouth; letting me know that she wanted all that my balls could produce.

I was lost in a delirium. I don't know how long I came, but it wasn't as long as in my fantasies. Too soon my sister's lips stopped sucking. She just held my cock in her mouth, licking it in a gentle cleansing fashion as it shrank.

I didn't say anything else. She didn't ask me to either. We were beyond words. That was when I knew, absolutely knew, that my sibling, the one woman I adored not only above, but to the exclusion of all others, felt the same way about me.

Minutes later Jules allowed my pliant shaft to slip from her lips. My head popped from the mattress to find her once again staring at me from between the hanging strands of her hair.

"I love you, Damon," she whispered.

"I love you too, Jules."

She shifted forward, planting her breasts upon my abdomen. Kissing the subtle cleft between my ribs as she moved until she reached my chest. There, she rested her chin upon my sternum and brought her gaze again unto mine.

Her tongue ran once the circuit of her large luxurious lips before she whispered, "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?"

I smiled through a mild chuckle. "Since October?"

Jules smiled back. "Yeah. At least that long."

There was an awkward pause. I didn't know what else I should say. I suspected she felt the same. I was still searching my brain for the right words when she broke the silence.

"You remember that night when you fondled me and masturbated?"

My mouth fell wide.

"What," Jules continued through a smirk. "Did you really think I slept through that?" She paused to shake her head and sigh. "Oh, Damon. Think of how many nights we wasted between then and now. We aren't going to waste any more, are we?"

I could but nod my agreement.

Julie's eyes narrowed. Their focus seemed to shift just a fraction, from beyond my eyes to somewhere inside me. "Damon, will you still do anything for me, like you said; something I always wanted, but no one ever would?"

"Sure."

"I have to know you don't just feel obligated. It wouldn't be fun, you understand, and you did say anything."

"Of course."

"Ok. Will you lick my ass?"

Julie's request came to me more like wind than words. I heard myself inhale as their meaning registered. Checking my memory, I confirmed that I had indeed offered anything. That seemed to qualify. I started to say, "Ok," but only managed to swallow and nod instead.

Julie did not move. Her expression did not change. "Are you sure?"

I gulped again as I considered the issue. At once I felt exactly what she feared, obligated, yet reluctant. How clean could she be? My eyelids fluttered as my focus shifted from my sister to the mattress, still damp beneath my body. A smile graced my face as my gaze returned to her.

"Sure," I said. "I can't promise I'll like it, but I would like to try."

A smile burst across her face. I expected she'd crawl off of me and point her ass in the air. Instead, she bounded forward, pouncing a third time on her unsuspecting prey. Her lips found mine before my eyes had re-focused. For a dozen or so seconds, her tongue was everywhere; my lips, my tongue, my teeth.

"That's how I want you to love my ass," she whispered. Not waiting for a reply, she rolled off of me. Spinning as she gained her hands and knees, she crawled to face the far corner of the bed. Then she turned and looked back over her shoulder. "Do it, Damon. Love my ass."

My eyes lingered on her face for a moment. That forlorn look was back, as if she maybe had some lingering doubts. My lips pressed together as I resolved this would be the last time I ever saw that look. My focus traveled, following the flowing river of red to the small of her back and beyond to the two creamy spheres.

I moved, twisting my body to crawl behind her. Her beautiful round ass was right in my face. Just beneath, her equally enticing pussy peeked from between her thighs. And just above her pussy, in the shadows I saw it, her tender pucker. I could almost imagine it looking back, waiting, expecting.

Leaning, I brought my lips to her ass cheek and kissed, then suckled.

"Oh, Damon," she whispered. "That feels so good."

I kissed toward the valley, then over it, onto the other cheek. Then downward, onto her still moist pussy. My nose led my lips upward into the cleft of her ass, searching for any hint of unpleasantness. All I could smell was her excitement. That was the moment I really wanted to lick her ass.

I moved my palms, one to each cheek. Leaning, I spread her ass, fully exposing her most private region to my gaze. I was mesmerized for a second. Her skin tone changed from creamy to brown as it approached the aperture, reminding me again what it was that I was about to tongue.

I closed my eyes and moved my face forward, puckering my lips as I sought her pucker.

Julie's body quivered as my lips met her flesh. The next instant, she emitted a low whine, almost a whimper.

I extended my splayed tongue and drew it along her vulva, then up onto the smoothness beyond. Inching my tongue along, I felt her skin become courser, then become wrinkled. Then the little indentation where the wrinkles converged. My eyes blinked, flying wide as I realized my tongue was really there.

Jules realized it too, of course. "Oh, Damon," she cried. "Yes. Lick it."

I didn't taste anything bad at all. Just skin. Just my sister. Just the woman I loved.

Encouraged, I continued, drawing my tongue past her sphincter, there to withdraw my cleansing appendage and begin another pass. I ran my tongue up my sister's cleft again. And again. Each time slowing just a little more as I crossed her flexing rings.

"Oh, Damon," Julie hissed as my tongue lingered over her quivering sphincter. "You do love me, don't you?"

As an answer, I folded my tongue and drove it into her rosebud. To my surprise, her rings relaxed, welcoming me.

"Yes. Fuck my ass with your tongue. That is so sexy, sooo nice." Her ass moved, squirming, pushing back. "Oh, this is so much better than I expected. I hope you don't think I'm a pervert, but I love having my ass licked."

I paused just long enough to answer. "If you're a pervert, then all that means is I love a pervert."

My sister's hips rotated backward as my tongue returned to her ass.

"Your finger too," she moaned. "Can you get your finger in my pussy while you lick my ass?"

Her butt cheeks sprang upon the sides on my nose as I removed my hands. My left palm found the mattress, steadying me. My right hand I moved under my chin to the pliable moistness of her nether lips. With my thumb I began to probe her passage, mimicking the motion of my tongue within her anal rings.

"Oh, God, bro... Damon, yes! Inside please. Inside!"

I didn't know which she meant, so I tried both. While my tongue met with stubborn resistance, my thumb slid in easily.

"Yes, Damon!" Jules cried. "My clit too!"

My tongue still probing, the thumb still stroking, I brought my middle and index fingers to her upper crease, straddling and then caressing her tender nub.

I had nurtured her but for a handful of seconds before her body shuddered, then stiffened. Her ass squeezed my tongue. Her pussy collapsed upon my thumb as if trying to expel the invading digit. A moment later, a warm trickle flowed across my palm.

"Yes!" Julie squealed, her body once more in motion. "More! Faster!"

This I did, as ever more powerful seizures racked her body, and ever larger rivulets poured across my hand and down my arm. Then, in the same slow manner that my sister's tumult had increased, it receded. The intensity of my efforts decreased in kind until I once again licked rather than probed her ass, and petted her clit instead of massaging it.

"Lover?" she prompted.

"Uh?" I grunted, keeping my tongue to her body.

"It's so good the way you loved my ass with your tongue. Now I want you to love it with your cock."

It took a second for her words to register. Then I pulled back and to one side, looking down her length from her flank to where her face gazed back over her shoulder. "What?"

"Every guy wanted to fuck my ass, but not one would lick it. I want you to do both."

"You don't have to..."

"I didn't say I had to!" Jules snapped. Then she smiled, and continued in a softer tone. "I said I wanted to. There's a little bottle in the box. Get it."

I turned to look for the package, but my focus strayed across my sister's anus, still glistening with the moisture of my spittle. Even tucked back in the valley of her ass cheeks, the tiny rosebud beckoned.

I lay back, spinning to find the open package near the headboard. Tilting the box, I rummaged through the packing material. My breath left my body in mass as I felt the warm wetness of my sister's mouth again on my cock.

I looked down to find Jules peering back, her eyes locked on me as she drew her tongue over my shaft in a slow caressing stroke. My heart raced as I understood why she was readying me. My hands flew threw the box, white foam peanuts flying in their wake, until my fingers strayed across something hard.

I rotated to a prone position and held the small bottle in my hand for Julie to see. Her eyes darted to my palm, then back to my face. She slid her tongue up my shaft and enveloped my crown with her lips. Several minutes of suckling later, my butt cheeks began to clench under her assault. I was beginning to wonder if she had changed her mind when she released my head with a pop.

Jules thrust her upturned palm toward me. I deposited the lube in her hand, then watched as she liberally coated my erection with the substance, giving me a pleasant handjob in the process.

Wearing a broad grin, she rose and moved once more atop my form, this time sidling forward, her hands guiding the apex of my upturned cock into the cleft of her ass.

The grin turned to a full toothed smile as I felt the rubberiness of her sphincter upon my cock. I felt her shift her weight. For a moment there was a resistance, but then my cock slid through.

Julie's eyes sprang wide. The smile vanished. Her body tensed, freezing in motion.

"You ok?" I dared ask.

"Give it a minute," Jules gasped. "I went too fast."

Her beautiful, bountiful breasts heaving above me with each breath, I waited. And waited.

A minute or more later, she began to move in a slow, undulating motion. Up and down she went, gently impaling herself upon my shaft. Wondering if what she had implied was true, if I was indeed her first, I gazed into her eyes. I didn't ask, and she didn't answer, at least not with words. Only when her smile returned, did I dare speak.

"Better?"

"Yes," she said, squirming sideways as she settled. "Much." She paused to squeeze my cock twice with her ass, her eyes bulging in sync with the clenching of her rings. "Are you ready to fuck me?"

I swallowed as I nodded. I opened my mouth to speak, but Jules had already moved. She lifted herself off to one side, rolling on her back to lie next to me. Her thighs sprang wide as her head turned to face me. "Well?"

I bounced from the mattress to position myself between her legs. Looking down, I couldn't see her delicate star just peeking from between her cheeks. As I continued my scrutiny, Jules must have deduced my dilemma. She pulled her thighs upward and tucked her hands behind her knees. The puckered prize sprang into full view, nestled between the exquisite feminine mounds of her ass. Flexing once, her rosebud summoned me from my trance.

I scooted forward, guiding myself to her entry. I hesitated as I felt the moistness of the lube and the softness of her flesh.




Family Jules



"Get it in good," Jules said, pausing to wrinkle her nose. "Then I want you to fuck my ass and fuck it hard."

My cock surged with my passion, easily entering her already loosened passage. I moved forward, pushing as much of my cock as I could into her body.

"Yes, Damon. Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard." She released her legs, moving her hands to my sides.

I leaned forward, planting a palm beside each of my sister's shoulders. And I began to fuck her ass. It was different from her pussy. Not better, not worse, but different; rougher, tighter, yet somehow not quite as warm.

Julie's body began to move, her hips gyrating, her legs quivering, her fingers almost tickling me as they traced faint patterns along my flesh. She began squeezing my cock with her ass, collapsing her passage upon my intruding member. "God, that's good, Damon. Yes. You're close again, aren't you? That's right, give it to me."

I think her expression and banter set me off more than the sensations imparted by the passage of my cock within her bowels. My body shuddered. I grunted. Jules gasped, then released a long, low growl as the first surge of my ardor passed from my body into hers. Her ass seemed to grasp my cock in time with each pulse, as if summoning the semen from my balls.

I fell upon her, my lips finding hers as my cock found the deepest part of her ass and there released the remainder of my load. Not until my climax was complete did our lips part.

"Don't pull out," she whispered. "I want to feel your cock shrivel in my ass."

"No problem," I said, nestling my face beside hers.

Neither of us said a word. As the pace and force of our breaths began to decline, I became aware of her warmth beneath me, the loving body of the only woman I ever wanted to be with. 

I awoke on my back with my sister lying atop me. Before I was even fully conscious, she kissed me, a quick confirmation that all that I recalled was not a dream.

Jules pulled back, pushing herself back to focus on my face. "Good morning."

"What?" I looked around, noting the light creeping into the room from the window. I started to stir, but my sister leaned her weight onto me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Work?"

"It's Saturday, lover. And if I remember, Saturdays are my day. You aren't going anywhere. We aren't leaving this bed, except to the shower and wash that cock before I suck it again. Only this time I'm going to fuck you up the ass while you cum in my mouth."

"What?" I gasped.

Jules looked to her right. I followed her gaze to the vibrator. "Yes," she whispered as my eyes returned to hers. "You took my ass cherry, now I'm gonna take yours. Think of it as our honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?"

Julie shifted again. Perched on extended arms, she looked down at me, dangling waves of red framing her face. "I was your fiancee. Now I'm your wife."

"What?" I queried. "But we can't..."

Jules shifted, moving her index finger to my lips, halting my sentence. "Not downtown at the courthouse or in a church," she whispered. "But in here." She slid her finger from my mouth, tracing the contour of my flesh all the way to the shallow cavity of my sternum, where she tapped. "In here where it matters, there we can be married."

I swallowed, then passed two breaths. "It won't work. Someone will find out."

"Who? You already told your co-workers I was your girlfriend. I told them we're engaged. We take a little trip. We come back wearing rings and accept everyone's congratulations. All we have to worry about is our stupid family, and those idiots don't even know there is a world outside of Texas, so we don't even have to worry about them much. Hell, they don't even know I'm here."

I shifted my eyes to the ceiling. My head moved in a shallow, but steady, bob. "You're right," I agreed after several seconds of contemplation. "No one ever asks for a marriage license, do they? Our last names are already the same. I'll even be able to get you on my insurance at work."

"Yes," Jules insisted in a stern whisper. "And insurance or not, I'm going Monday to get one of those shots, so you can fuck me for real."

"It'll be a bit weird not wanting to call you my sister."

"How many girls have told you they thought of you as a brother?"

"A few."

"Good. They can be your sisters. I want to be your wife. The question is, what do you want?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but Jules continued, "Not what does society want. Not will anyone find out. Not how will we make it work. Not any of that shit. All I want to know is, what do you want?"

Putting it in those terms, she made my answer easy. "You," I affirmed with a nod. "I want you."

Jules leaned. "Well, lover," she whispered, brushing those big pouty lips just above mine. "That sounds like the best family ever."

Her mouth moved again to mine. In the time it took for her lips to travel that fraction of an inch, I knew she was absolutely right.

THE END

Family Jules

Copyright 2005 by Penelope Street

Posted with permission at Literotica.com

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This is a work of fiction. To the best of the author's knowledge, none of the events depicted ever occurred. Julie and Damon are fictional characters. Their views, opinions, and experiences are invented as well and are not meant to promote anyone's personal beliefs or agenda. This story exists for primarily prurient purposes and should not be construed as an endorsement, or condemnation, of any particular lifestyle.