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Games We Played

By: youbadboy



Introduction

It has been a very strange year, but exciting at the same time. Really a complete turn around from last year. I am in my third year of college, and had to move back home. The circumstances that led to this included my roommate disappearing one weekend and leaving me with rent and all bills. I replaced him but with a roomie who wanted nothing to do with me. Then my best girlfriend from high school fell in love with some guy from Chicago, they got married and moved away. I ended up dating my roommate-who-disappeared’s girlfriend, and when he came back she went back to him. Needless to say he ceased being my roommate or my friend. So in about a month I lost my roommate, my best friend and my girlfriend. Did I mention that school is very stressful and I have a shit job. I needed to be in a ‘safe’ environment. I needed to save some money, and like all good twenty something’s I moved back home for awhile. This also allowed me to quit my job.

My parents are semi retired and are gone most of the winter, and really most of the time. They have a big house which is a long way from school, but I can take the bus or drive and the cost is way less than trying to maintain an apartment. Then there is my sister. She is one year younger than me but two years behind me in school and she never left home. She was always one of those people who was very into herself, very sensitive, just very cautious in relationships and with strangers. She took a year off from school, basically just laid around the house, before starting at the same college as me. This meant that in addition to saving money on living expenses we would probably save money commuting as well - maybe.

I always got along with my sister, and really we were falling into an exactly similar state of affairs that occurred to us once before, but when I was about ten and she was nine. My parents moved us to a very small, isolated little town and we found ourselves having nothing in common with the kids our age. Neither of us knew anybody nor did we really want to, and so we had only each other. This circumstance had brought us very close. We used to play every manner of games, monopoly, tickle, hide and seek, house, it was all fun, great memories. We sometimes crossed a few boundaries probably, but at the age we were it was always quite innocent, and in the absence of our parents (even then) we made up for the lack of affection in our lives with each other. Holding hands, watching tv with our arms around each other, just physically close, that sort of thing.

My sister is thin, very blond, large blue eyes that can look right into you, very pretty - unusual looking. Pretty quiet if she doesn’t know you but a real talker when she does. Naive, innocent, but sarcastic. Small breasts and thin waist, long legs but not tall, very beautiful from behind. That was the setting of my home coming.

When I arrived she helped me move my car load of stuff and get organized. She was very excited to have me back home. Lots of questions and wondering how long I was going to stay. It wasn’t very long that the comparison was made to ten years prior. “Just like when we lived in that horrible little town.” We reminisced a lot and it was this reminiscing that set the whole year in motion. Our many games were fondly recounted, some of which I could not remember at all.  
The Quarter Game

The first few weeks Laura even made me many nice dinners, and we set up a regular little family - which included mom and dad when they were there. We did our homework, had some days when we could commute to school together, and we liked to watch movies in the evening like old times. One of those evenings after cleaning up, we put the DVD in and sat on the couch. “Have I told you how much I missed you last year,” she slid over to me and just wrapped her arms around me. “About a hundred times. This is working out though, it was really a hard year.” I leaned against her and put my arm around her, stroked her hair a little. I had totally forgotten how good she smelled. “Me too,” she said.  “I pretty much lost track of everyone I was close to.” She looked at me, “I haven’t been very close to anyone since college started. Everyone from high school has moved away.” We started the movie.  After just a little while, she said “Do you remember when we used to watch tv and I would hide a quarter somewhere on myself and you would try to find it.” “No, I don’t remember that, oh wait, yeah. Most of time we could never find it.” “That’s because it would slip out while we were searching.” She reached in her pocket, held up a quarter, “well here’s a quarter.” My memory of this game was totally innocent, but this time after ten years, there was a change to the equation somehow. I felt my mouth go slightly dry, my heart raced a bit. “While we watch the movie,” she added. “It’ll be fun. Just like before.” Yeah, uh, just like before. I paused the movie.

She went in the other room for just a minute and came right back in. She was wearing a simple little top without buttons, a cream colored v-neck, and a pair of jeans. Socks no shoes. Probably a bra. She laid back down on the couch with her feet up on my lap, started the movie again and said, “ok its your turn first.” I absently and softly rubbed her feet over her socks, checking carefully for the quarter. Then rubbed up both sides of her legs, slowly, methodically, every inch. I was remembering just how hard it was to find this quarter, especially through jeans. Nothing. I shifted to the other side. She was laying on her front. I stroked and pressed her back and up both arms - she definitely was wearing a bra. “You’re going to have to turn over.” She complied. I checked her arms again and she just looked up at me and said, “nope.” I ran my hand over her stomach, this could get weird I thought, but I was definitely enjoying the old game. Was I getting aroused? Nothing. I lightly ran my hands up her sides and under her arms avoiding her breasts completely. And there under her arm beneath the bra was the quarter. “Aha.” She clapped her hands and laughed, “my turn!”

I though of where to put the quarter and basically picked the spot that was right at my belly button. I even found a little piece of tape and taped it right there. I Laid on the couch, and she placed her hands on me and touched me basically as I had. It felt really really nice. I hadn’t felt so close to anybody in a really long time. I said, “I feel like we are just a pair of preening monkeys.” She laughed, “well we are tonight.” She got to my belly and there it was! “Found it,” and she laughed again. God I loved her laugh. 

While the movie played we did this a few more times, hiding the quarter in similar ‘safe’ places. Once I put it at the bottom of my foot and she spent a long time looking, but found it. By now though both of our faces were burning. And you could clearly see that I had an erection through my jeans. The touching, rubbing, stroking was definitely having an effect on us.  It was her turn and she was gone a little longer. She came back in and said, “you won’t find it this time.” She laid down at the couch. I pulled her blond hair back and carefully checked there (that was actually a hiding place I remembered from when she was little when I could never find it). Not there. I checked her feet, her arms her legs carefully, a long time on the legs. I was even kneeding and giving her long strokes along her thigh and butt this time. I checked in her pockets. “Just in case,” I said. “Nope”. “Turn around,” she flipped over with a slight smile on her face, head turned and just watching the movie intently, her cheeks were red. I rubbed her stomach very slowly with the palm of my hand and reached up under her top so I was brushing her bra. I checked her sides all very slowly and carefully. She kept laying with her head turned, she didn’t look at me like other times. Then, I so softly, barely a touch, set my hand on her right breast, looking at her face, and massaged outward to the edge, over her shirt and bra. Wonderful, soft, my heart pounding. She didn’t move. I checked her other breast and rubbed carefully in circles now. Still nothing. I reached down to her upper thighs and around her abdomen and hips, pushing and massaging her through the jeans. Slowly. Methodically.  This was not like before. My mouth was dry. I let my fingers run along the top of her inner thighs, my fingers pressed in tight right at the fold of her crotch and then up the center of her hip along the pelvic bone. She was so hot there and I watched her breathing catch in her throat. 

Then, I simply lay my palm onto the flat of her stomach and slid it under her jeans, under her panties. I could feel the beginning of soft hairs on her little mound, they feel blond I thought. And I kept sliding down, the heat, the moisture, not very much hair there at all, whispy, soft. I could see her open her legs slightly and just kept her eyes on the TV. And there right at the top of her puss, where the labia divides - her pussy lips, (and which I could not see because she was fully clothed) was the quarter held there by her thighs and the pressure of her panties. She said nothing. “I found it!” Really, almost embarrassed at this now, after my single minded ‘search,’ I held it in front of her eyes, her burning cheeks and said with my dry mouth, “I did find it.” She nodded.

Board Games

We never talked about what it is we were actually doing with our little quarter game, but it was something that occupied our evenings on occasion, and had even included her wrapping her hand around my erect penis from time to time, to ‘find it.’  I was studying one evening, and Laura came in my room. She watched me for awhile, and asked how long I would be. She was bored, I could always tell her mannerisms. I really did know her well. “Do you remember how we used to play board games?” I looked back at her on the bed, “all the time, every kind. Are they still here?” “I think so, somewhere. Mom never throws anything away.” She was getting me interested. It was Saturday, I had been studying for something like three hours. It was a sunny beautiful day. “Yeah, lets find one and set it up in the sun room.”

We did find the games, and picked out the Ultimate. The one we used to play for days. Monopoly! Cards out, money exchanged. Houses getting built and hotels. She had the Boardwalk this time, which was the one I always wanted to own. And she was winning. But then I got a whole side of the board, and the tides were turning. To the point that she landed on my hotel and New York and did not have money. She would have to cash in some hotels, mortgage some properties. She was not happy. “Ok, well, you need to cash in your Boardwalk Hotel.” “How about I give you a kind payment?” Oh yeah. My dad was in sales and he sometimes received ‘payments in kind.’ My sister always called those kind payments, she would also sometimes call it ‘bartender’ for barter. “You mean bartender” I laughed. “Exactly,” she said. “I could wash the dishes this week” (which had become my chore since she cooked). “Ok I’ll accept your kind payment.” And we played on.

But I definitely had the edge and she was soon in the same position. And again was offering a kind payment. I said, “naw, this game could go on forever.” “So, they always did before, come on just like before.” She paused, “I’ll do just about anything.” Then, “Please.” Something about that anything. She was looking at me with those beautiful blue eyes, and my mind went right to what had been on my mind for weeks now - really because of the quarter game thing. While we touched each other pretty much anywhere now during the game, I had never actually seen any of my blond, blue eyed sister. We always remained fully clothed. And I had become really curious about the image of her body, and mainly that soft blond puss. I could practically picture it by my touch alone, but only in my imagination. I had to try.

“Your kind payment is,” I paused - “I really would like to just see you without your pants on.” Her eyes got big for just a moment and then a pause. Interesting. Not an immediate no way. “You mean in my underwear?” “Actually, uh, no underwear either.” I smiled sheepishly. “That’s the kind payment, or you can cash in hotels.” Silence. She was reasoning this out now. “I’ll go get my robe and just hold it open so you can see.” I was literally shaking a little now. “Ok.” was all I could manage. She got up and left. She must have been gone 15 minutes. When she got back she was standing in her robe. I could see that she was barefoot and not wearing jeans anymore. Just her robe. The sun room was so bright and clear, the sun shining right on her. “Sorry, I couldn’t find my robe.” I laughed.

She stood right in front of me, and then sort of held her breath, closed her eyes and slowly opened her robe. She kept her top on (true to her word), but no pants and no panties. She had such a small soft waist, and gentle widening hips. The sun cast these wonderful shadows on her skin. And the soft hair, wisps of blond, hardly any there and tufting a little right at the bottom. I gazed at her for a nice little while, she had opened her eyes and was looking at me but with the same look as the quarter game. “And the back,” I said as I looked her right in the eyes, I couldn’t believe I had said it. She looked at me like she couldn’t believe it either, “you drive a hard bargain, sir. New York better be worth it.” “Oh it is. Wonderful.” I rejoined. She turned around and lifted the hem of her robe up to her waist. Her butt was definitely her most beautiful attribute. I had always loved looking at her from behind. She looked back at me, “Enough?” “Yeah.” She let the hem drop, closed the robe and sat back down, “Do you think I am pretty?” she asked. “I think you are, yes, spectacular,” I said, and continued “Really. . . and Your cuffs match your collar, that’s sure.” She hit me with an open hand and we laughed. We played the rest of the game with her in her robe, a very amused smile on her face, fluttering her eyes on me, and not exactly keeping tabs on the proprietary lay of fabric which clothed her now. I could tell she was feeling pretty, desired, and proud of her effect on men - in this instance me. She was really feeling good about herself. It made her even more attractive. I guess this was my ‘reward.’ I had many lovely peeks up those long legs, and of her bare belly reaching down low through the robe, during the remainder of the game. From there on out, there were no kind payments, only the cashing of hotels, houses, mortgaging property - and then she lost.

Doll Making and Dress Up (Sculpture)

I was getting ready to leave in the morning when Laura bounded into my room. She was in a very good mood. “I have a game for us this evening!” “What is it?” “Surprise! One of my favorites.” Since Monopoly, we had kind of backed off a little. More like evenings studying, dinners, going out separately with friends or evenings watching tv, though we still would wrap around each other and sort of snuggle on the big couch, make casual comments to the screen. In another respect, we were becoming more natural around each other, really more intimate than ever. I could look at her now, see the small of her back - and know what it felt like in my hand. And an evening laying on the couch with her smell was the most relaxing thing in the world to me now. Still, it had been weeks since we had played any of our games. So what could it be?

I had a very normal day at school, and basically forgot about the morning conversation. On the way home though it came back to me. I had already eaten, as I had a later class and got home around seven. “I thought you would be home earlier,” She said pulling me into the house. “You know my schedule, today is the chemistry class that lasts three hours.” “Ok, but come over here.” I sat down. “Do you Remember what my favorite of games was?” I blinked. “Umm, oh god. Dress Up. Oh no, not dress up.” “Please,” She was down on the floor now rolling around. “And” she added, “doll making - like pinnocchio.” What I remembered was my little sister doing whatever she wanted with me, picking out my clothes dressing me up. She Loved it, I never told her, but I thought it was pretty stupid.

“Come on in here, in here,” and she had me by the arm. “You are in pieces.” “Yeah, I feel like that all right.” We were in her room now. “No a doll, you are all in pieces and I have to put you together, and then dress you. Okk....ok?” “Just Give me a minute and let me get freshened up.” She relented and I went to my room. I thought about this. Dress me. I’m twenty. Ok, see what this is about.

I took my time, I took a shower. When I got back to her room she was reading but pacing at the same time. She was blushing. “Ok,” I said and sat down on the bed. “Umm, first you have to take off your clothes.” What?” “You are in pieces, I have to put you together.” I remembered now being stripped down to my underwear when this started. “I’ll turn around.”  So, I took off my shirt, my socks, my pants, my T shirt, laid on the bed and said, “there, ready.” She looked at me without a smile, a serious look. “I guess that’s fine.” “What? I said. “Well I thought you would be, you know, I said take off your clothes.” “Naked!” “Well, you did see me . . .right.” She was blushing again. This was quite a plan she had. I laughed. “So that’s it.” “No. No, this is just fine.” I had on boxers, I could feel the start of an erection. I looked right at her, stood up, and slid them down to my ankles. Kicked them across the room. And lay back on the bed with my arms behind my head. “Ta Da.” She put her hands together. But now my erection was almost painful. I could not believe my position right now, while at the same time trying to be totally nonchalant. Laura’s eyes were as big as saucers as she walked up to the be. She said, “Alright then, I need to put you together then.” She had even put together a little makeshift tool kit. “Damn, you have been working on this.

She sat down on the bed and set her hand on my stomach. Very natural. I was surprised at the naturalness of her touch now. For one moment she glanced down at my little guy, now not so little anymore. She said, “remember how sometimes I used to go into the bathroom when you were taking a bath when we were little and ask to touch your pee pee and you would let me. I used to try and do it really quickly so that I could touch your penis when it was still soft, before it started to, um, get stiff.” “I remember you used to tell me you liked it soft,” I said. “Yeah, I’m starting to think I like it better, hard now.” Did I hear that right?!

Anyway she did not touch me then, she sat on the bed and took my hands. Each finger needed to be attached, the hand attached to the wrist. I remembered it well. She brought out little tools, screwdrivers, ruler, nail files, plastic toy implements. She brushed her hands down my fingers. ‘Built’ my hand, my wrist and then elbow. Slid the arm into my chest socket rotated it around. Then my toes, my feet, my ankles, my knees, my knee caps. She was loving this, breathing hard, burning. When she sat at my center I would reach my hand up and gently rub her back, her hips, whatever was right there. At first she would stop me, “you are a doll” she would say scolding me. But after awhile she said nothing at all, and then I even slipped by hand under her top so I could feel her skin. No bra.

When the legs were to be attached, she said she had to ‘prepare the opening.’ I laughed, “really now.” And she looked at me very seriously, “yes.” She took her hands and wrapped them around my thigh, with each hand extended in each direction and one hand wrapped into my crotch as I spread my legs. Back and forth back and forth, then up and down. Oh, God did that feel good, and it made my penis want to be touched in the worst way. I could feel her brushing my balls, but that was all. Oh God it felt good and she could tell the effect it was having on me, which was probably why she did it so long. I was dripping precum onto my belly, which she definitely noticed. At one point she smiled at me, took her finger and slid it around in the puddle just above the head of my cock. Then back to work.


Games We Played



Chapter One

She positioned herself over me and sat down, and just like that, I was in to the hilt. Damn. I didn't want to think it, but it popped into my head before I could stop it: Someone's been in here before me; this week, probably. I'm not the most well-endowed guy on the planet, but not the tiniest, either. This chick's been fucked. A lot.

I put the thought out of my mind and focused my attention on the goal. Closing my eyes, I summoned my dark-haired fantasy mistress. She'd been with me for as long as I could remember. Every time I needed to rub one off in the shower, random visits in the middle of the night, and ever present for my morning boner. And always helpful in stilling the dry sarcasm of my inner voice. I'd come to call her simply Beauty. Long, flowing, dark brown hair, swaying over the most luscious frame. Curiously faceless in my fantasies, but stunningly beautiful from the inside, out. Soft, supple, responsive, eager to please; utterly feminine.

"Oh, yeah, baby. You feel so good inside me."

A talker. Fuck! It's not that I don't like to hear dirty words occasionally, it's just that...

"Uh, oh, uh, yeah. Do you like the way my pussy feels?"

Compared to what? "Yeah," I huffed. Not entirely a lie. I could feel the blood rushing from my dick back to my brain. Shit! Beauty, I need you.

I set my jaw, dug my fingers into her hips, and tightened my ass muscles in an attempt to penetrate some secret cavern or crevice that hadn't been pummeled before. My lovely darling joined me. Her arms chained above her head, she thrust her perky mounds submissively forward in silent offering. Yes. That's it.

Eyes fastened shut in concentration, my palms snaked up her sides and wrapped around her mounds, tugging at them as she bounced up and down on my lap. Beauty's thick strands of hair sweep over the back of my hands. So fucking feminine. I immersed myself in fantasy.

Beauty's nips were now bunched into tiny points, broadcasting her arousal. Her shallow panting tells me she's close. But she's holding on for me. Waiting for me. Her faint whimpering drives me closer. Closer. I pinch her hard points between my fingers and thumbs and apply pressure. More. She mewls and the chain links rattle. Closer. The scent of her approaching orgasm fills my nostrils, turning my cock to stone. Fuck, yes. So close...

During those few moments when all bodily functions work in unison, swelling, tensing, then contracting and propelling viscous fluid in a pulsing gush, time stands still. In that blissful space, that fleeting nirvana, there is no gravity or emotion. Then it's over...

"Was that good for you, baby?"

...And regret comes crashing down on you like a piano from a second story window.

I nod and smile weakly, "Yeah". It's what she wants to hear.

She pushed herself up, disengaging, as I held the condom in place around the base of my wilting cock. She then collapsed on the bed next to me. At least she's not a snuggler. She realizes on some level that this is just fucking. Now I just need to figure out how long I have to stay here.

"My mom is going to be home from work soon."

Excellent! I nodded and sat up, still gripping the base of the condom to make sure it didn't slip. My feet swung over the side as I gripped the tip of the latex protection and smoothly pulled it off in a single motion.

"What should I do with this?"

"Just flush it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

I walked to the bathroom and tossed the soiled condom into the toilet. One of these days, this commode is going to clog and they're going to find a shitload of condoms down there. Oh, well. I flushed and watched the crumpled sheath swirl slowly around until it disappeared.

When I returned to her bedroom she was already partly dressed.

"Should I hurry?"

"Nah. I need to head out, too. I have to be somewhere by 6."

"Oh. Okay. It'll only take a second to get dressed."

"Thanks. Sorry to rush you. My boyfriend is expecting me for dinner."

"Your boyfriend? Aren't you a little worried that he'll know you've been, you know...?"

"Nah. We're going out to eat with some friends and then to a bar. It'll be hours before we get around to sex. And he'll be drunk by then. He'll never notice. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried. Just curious how that works for you." That's fucked up.

Janice ran a brush briskly over her short, blonde hair and reapplied mascara. It was like I wasn't even there. We bypassed the awkward after-sex-small-talk and waltzed right into that blind spot that married couples get lost in. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. It was just a little bizarre. I barely knew her.

On my drive home I ran through the whole scenario from the beginning. I wasn't trying to get romantic or nostalgic or anything like that, I just wanted to pinpoint the moment that studying turned into going to her place for sex. So I could repeat it with that hot chick in my Language class. Damn, but I love college.

Mom was in the kitchen when I arrived, pulling together dinner. Usually that meant serving takeout or calling for pizza delivery, or on this occasion, making something simple but filling, like spaghetti. She was no June Cleaver. But she was more traditional than most mothers I'd seen. She handled the household chores on top of a part-time job while Dad worked.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hi, sweetie. You're home a little later than usual."

"Yeah. I needed to study. Finals. Is Rachel home?"

"She's upstairs. Did you guys have plans? She's been coming downstairs and checking the driveway. I got the impression she was waiting for you."

"Oh..." Fuck! "I totally forgot. Yeah. I told her I'd help her with Trig."

"Is she struggling in that class?"

"A little. Nothing to worry about. She'll probably end up with an 'A'.

I suppose if someone just walked into this conversation, they'd have a hard time understanding. Every family has a unique dynamic. In matters that required parental guidance, like moral character, values, beliefs, my folks were the law. They weren't overly strict or anything, but they were in charge. I'd never challenge that. Somewhere along the way, however, they lost Rachel's trust in everything else. It may have been as early as grade school.

As a child, Rachel was afraid of thunderstorms. Deathly afraid. Thunder would wake her up and lightning would send her fleeing for safety. The problem was that we lived in a house where the master bedroom was on the first floor and the two other bedrooms were upstairs. The first time Rachel attempted to get to my parents bed, lightning flashed through the large picture window over the stair landing, sending her back down the hall and into my room.

She was maybe 5 at the time. It didn't matter to her that I was only 2 years older. She curled up under my arm, trembling and sobbing against my chest, and somehow found comfort there.

This continued for many years; although each time I could feel her trembling less, recovering quicker. And during the day she handled it better each year, hardly ever asking permission to go to the nurse's office where there were no windows. I was proud of her for overcoming her fear and I told her. But no one else ever told her that. No one really saw the transformation she'd been undergoing except for me.

I remember one Saturday, when she was about 10 maybe, a wicked storm hit. It was brewing during dinner and hit us full force that evening, turning the gray dusk into blackness. We lost electricity and everything. We were all in the living room when it happened. What I remember the most was that when my dad finally got the batteries replaced in the flashlight and my mom had managed to return with a lit candle, Rachel was fastened tightly around my torso. And their attempts to extricate her from me so she could sit between them on the sofa just made her scream louder.

I didn't take it very seriously at the time but I do remember the look on my father's face. Betrayal? Anyway, things haven't been the same between me and my dad since.

Mom's voice snapped me back to the present.

"You mean she's in real danger of a 'B'? Oh, no, we should probably call a family meeting."

No question as to where my sarcasm comes from. "You complaining?"

"I think you push your sister a little too hard in school. Trying to make up for your own grades?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe. Rachel's not complaining; I don't see why you are."

"No, honey. She wouldn't complain to you about it. She adores you, and she'd rather keel over than disappoint you. That's a lot of responsibility to take on. Anyway, I'm not complaining. I'm, I don't know, concerned I guess. What's going to happen next year when you're both off at college?"

"I don't know, Mom."

It was eerie because I'd been feeling bothered by it, too. I didn't want to think about Rachel going off to college. She'd be staying in a dorm with a bunch of other girls, perfectly safe. But it didn't feel right. In fact, it made me damn uneasy.

Rachel's bedroom door was closed. She undoubtedly heard my voice and decided to make this defiant statement about my forgetfulness. Bad move.

My backpack probably slammed down on my desk a little louder than usual. I wasn't mad. I forgot about our study date in favor of getting fucked, so it was my fault. Shit happens. Truth be told, the sex was hardly worth it. But Rachel wanted to turn this into an argument. And that was just unacceptable.

Rachel's reliance on me from an early age defined our relationship pretty clearly. It placed me in the role of protector at first, and then friend, confidant, tutor, and surrogate parent. We were tight. Closer than any brother/sister I'd ever known, but we could also bring the house down with our fighting. It was times like these, when she pitched mini fits, that were the worst. I hate when she's bratty.

I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders for battle, then spun on heel to face the closed door. You know I'm standing here. You've got ten seconds to open it and come in here and face me like an adult. I didn't have to say it out loud. We'd lived across the hall from each other our entire lives and, quite honestly, were best friends. About the time I silently reached the count of eight, the knob turned and her door flew open.

Rachel stomped across the hall and stood before me, crossing her arms over her chest in a somewhat overly dramatic gesture of disgust.

"I thought you were going to help me study before dinner."

"I forgot all about it, but I'm free after dinner. Will that work?"

"I don't know. Depends."

"On what?"

"On what you were doing that made you forget, and on whether or not you're sorry for standing me up."

"Okay. I'm sorry. I didn't do it on purpose."

"I texted you."

"I haven't even had a chance to check my phone."

"What were you doing?"

"I, uh, stayed after class to study with someone."

"A girl?"

"Yeah."

"So, what took so long? Did you end up in bed with her or something?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"No kidding?"

I shook my head, "No kidding."

"Dang. Are you going out with her now?"

"No. We just...we're just friends."

"Oh. Well, uh, was it, uh, you know, good?"

"You know what they say, 'Even bad sex is good'."

Rachel frowned and looked down at her feet.

"So, does this mean you are, or aren't, available for a makeup study session tonight?"

She shrugged, "I guess so."

"Listen, I told you the truth about where I was, and I apologized for forgetting. You can forgive me and get over it, or we can fight about it. Which is it going to be?"

Rachel scraped her teeth over her bottom lip. It was her signature mannerism when she mulled things over.

"Fine. Think about it, then. I'm going to shower."

I walked to my clothes hamper and flipped the lid up, then peeled my shirt off, dropping it inside. I glanced back in her direction. She hadn't moved. I wedged my feet out of my tennis shoes, removed my socks and then unfastened my jean shorts and wiggled them down to the floor. When, at last, I was standing in my boxers with all of my clothes in the hamper, I turned back to Rachel.

She was still scraping away at her lip, so deep in thought she hadn't noticed I was undressed. What could be going through that head of hers? She can't really be considering starting a fight over something this trivial. I stood still and stared at her until she glanced up from the floor.

"I'm fine. I'll see you downstairs."

She turned and hooked the corner toward the stairway. Strange. Wonder what that was all about.

After dinner, her mood was improved but not completely normal, I didn't think. There wasn't anything in particular I could put my finger on; she just didn't seem herself. I asked her about it but she denied anything was bothering her.

I studied for a bit while Rachel finished her homework and then we worked on her trigonometry. Eventually, we ended up lounging on my bed, talking. It was a Thursday night and Fridays were long days for me. Even though I only had one class on Friday, I went straight from school to work the closing shift, so I kicked Rachel out of my room before ten and retired.

It barely registered in my brain when the mattress moved. It wasn't uncommon for Rachel to climb into bed when we'd had a disagreement, although I hardly called what happened a disagreement. It didn't matter. After thirteen years, it would feel wrong to stop her. Especially since it was totally innocent. Not that my dad agreed. He'd caught us one morning and nearly came apart at the seams over it. I could see his point, but Rachel couldn't. They exchanged some wicked words over the incident and Dad was pretty clear where he stood on the subject. But in the end, Rachel did what she wanted to do, anyway. The only person that could have convinced her to do otherwise, was me. And I didn't have the heart.

I suppose when it came right down to it, Rachel always got her way. Mom teased me about being hard on her but that was because she didn't understand how things were between us. I wasn't the hard-ass brother like they thought. I was just her guardian. Rachel understood that. More than that, she relied on me for it. Sometimes that meant being the firm one when she needed discipline and sometimes that meant beating the shit out of one of her asshole ex-boyfriends. And then other times, it meant holding her until she stopped crying, or driving her to the mall, or loaning her money I never expected to get back. It was the way things had been between us since we were little.

Sometime later, hours or minutes after Rachel settled in, I'm not sure which, I woke to a slight rhythmic shaking of the mattress. I remained still for several seconds trying to ascertain the source. Rachel's back was turned to me. I could just make out the dim outline of her arm resting along her side. It appeared to be shaking a bit at the elbow. Is she awake or dreaming?

I lifted my head to get a better look and the shaking suddenly stopped. She's awake. What was she...oh, Fuck...was she...masturbating? In my bed? Right next to me?

We both stayed frozen for several minutes. My mind went blank as to what to do. What the right thing to do would be. A dozen inappropriate options were presented by the smaller brain south of my navel. And my dick responded by growing stiffer.

Maybe she was just scratching and stopped when she thought she'd woken me. That's a reasonable explanation. But my stiff cock wasn't buying it. Or maybe it didn't want to.

I scooted my body closer to hers and placed my hand on her upper arm. She didn't move a muscle or whisper a thing. She's either awake and waiting to see what I'm going to do next, or she's sound asleep. On some level, I knew I was about to cross an invisible line. I could leave this alone and roll over, or satisfy my curiosity. The first path would lead to where we lived presently, and the second path...well, it could lead to the same place or someplace completely unknown. Risky.   I was too tired to weigh the pros and cons, and starting to get too horny to care. It was dark, in the middle of the night, everything completely still. In the most basic analysis, I was in bed with a female. My brain wasn't awake enough to win any battle against my raging hormones. I was still vaguely aware that this was my sister, so there was some restraint. Not much, but some.

My fingers started to move down her arm in a slow advance, caressing her skin. My chest pressed against her back as my limb straightened to reach, to explore where her hand was resting. It didn't take me long to figure out that it was tucked between her thighs. At her wrist, I felt the elastic of her panties cutting into her skin. She was fully engaged. How bold of her. And how nice!

I kept my fingers on the outside of the fabric but continued my path until my hand was cupping hers. She had two fingers inside her pussy. I focused my attention on those fingers, caressing them through the silky material, stroking them, coaxing them to continue. She remained frozen.

Listen, Rache, the game is up. I know what you were doing.

I snuggled tighter, resting my face in her hair with my lips close to her ear. I realized that she was going to need even more urging to continue. I lined up my two middle fingers with hers and pressed on her knuckles, sinking her fingers deeper inside. She released a shallow pant. It was enough to confirm that she was definitely awake and aware of what was going on.

"That's a good girl," I whispered in her ear.

She rewarded me with a tiny gasp, hardening my dick even more.

"Don't stop. Keep going."

Rachel mewled and squeezed her hand, rubbing the flesh of her palm against her clitoral hood. I kept my hand where it was, maintaining light contact so I could feel her ministrations through her panties. She pivoted slightly toward me to open her thighs. I wish there was more light in here. Those damn thick curtains that block lightning out make this place pitch black. Fuck! I had to imagine the sight by feel. I pictured standing overhead and watching my hand on the outside of her panties, moving in rhythm with her. Fuck! I could jackhammer the sidewalk with my cock right now.

I resisted the urge to grind my hips into her. I wanted to, damn, how I wanted to. But there was something about her, about being with her, that gave me strength to stay in control. Maybe years of being strong for her, being in charge. Ordinarily, I had no sense of restraint when it came to sex. Take earlier, for example: Janice. Wow, winner. No real accomplishment there. I was probably the last one in class to fuck her.

Rachel was different. Duh. She was my perfect angel. But she didn't invite you to this game. Masturbation is not a team sport, dude. I knew that what I needed to do was just help her along. Assist. I can do that.

I focused my attention back to her. Her breathing resembled a breathy pant and her heart was thumping heavily. She's close. I could feel my own control slipping.

"Come for me, Rache."

Rachel cried out and thrust her hips into her hand, her fingers delving deep into her channel. She held herself suspended for a few seconds and then relaxed, shuddering in waves of aftershock. I wasn't sure if in that moment, I was more shocked, or more turned on, that she came on command. Definitely both.

I lifted my hand and rested it on her upper arm. Then I held her there for a few minutes while she recovered.




Games We Played



Her hand slipped from her panties and came to rest on the bed beside her. The pungent aroma of her arousal hit me, sending another painful wave of excitement to my rock hard cock. I desperately clawed at sanity from a free-fall. I mentally pictured myself brushing away the haunting images, trying to climb above them; fighting for air. They were images of her splaying her thighs open for me so I could taste her. Feeling her hot, wet flesh on my tongue.

So as not to let on that I was struggling, I slowly moved away from her, sliding back to my own side of the bed. It was the last thing on earth I wanted to do at that moment, but I did it. For her.

Chapter Two

I walked into the commons building on campus, relieved to be out of the humidity, but still bothered. Lack of sleep and drenching heat were working my last nerve. I'd replayed the whole thing in my mind over and over again, non-stop, in one continuous looping reel. I hate movies that leave you hanging.

I didn't know where we stood. Does this change things between us or not? I wanted to know what she was thinking about the whole incident. I didn't want her to feel bad about it; and I didn't think we needed to make a big deal out of it, either. Right? I mean, it's not like we did anything. I was doing a piss poor job of convincing myself.

I didn't feel guilty about the act, itself. It was what happened the next morning that weighed heavily on me.

Having to drive to campus for a morning class, I knew my day was going to start earlier than Rachel's. She flinched and shifted when my alarm went off, but she remained in bed as I headed off to the shower.

My raging hard-on had only barely receded, and I had to do some serious self-coaching to get it down enough to relieve my bladder. It was a short break, though. I'd laid in bed drifting in and out of sleep, suffering for the remainder of the night, with the single hope that I'd get relief in the shower. I was desperate to come. Fucking dying.

The shower door wasn't completely shut when my fist started pumping. Fuck, yes. This wasn't a novel occurrence for me. I'd been using the shower for this purpose for years. It wasn't my first choice of locations; but any morning when I'd been unable to do it in bed because Rachel was there, was a prime candidate for a shower jack.

I leaned against the tile wall, jets of warm water pelting my back. I consciously put the masturbation incident out of my mind and closed my eyes, summoning Beauty to my rescue. I had a thousand different scenes that I liked to play with my dark-haired vixen, most of them involved bondage of some sort. On this occasion, I chose something simple because I knew it would be a short session. Hell, I'm halfway there, already.

As I was brushing the hair from her face in my fantasy, I immediately noticed something different. Beauty had facial features. Bright blue eyes and a cute up-turned nose, just like...Oh, Fuck! My balls constricted and hot semen spurted from my cock with alarming force, at first sputtering across the shower tile, then flowing over my fingers like molten lava.

My face fell to my arm, now supporting my weight against the wall. For a few seconds the shower spun and the lights went dim. Shit. I'm about to pass out. I braced myself in the corner of the shower, panting, determined not to lose consciousness.

The fit of lightheadedness passed in a few short moments. The vision in my mind did not, however. Rachel. I'd somehow managed to combine Rachel's face with my fantasy beauty. Only then, did I realize, that they both had the same hair, the same height, figure, femininity. The realization washed over me. Beauty is Rachel. She always has been. All this time, I've been fantasizing about my own sister?!

I turned and allowed the water to hit me directly in the face. Wake up from this nightmare. Please. This is not right. I couldn't make sense of the betrayal. How my mind could have been hiding this from me. Is that even possible? I'm losin' it, I swear. This is fucked up.

Loud voices coming from the food court snapped me back to the commons, as the endless reel of thoughts and images was rewinding to play from the beginning again. Just like it had been doing all morning. I knew there was no point in going over it again. No magic solution was going to present itself on the fiftieth run of the exact same movie. I couldn't stop it, though.

A small group of female coeds walked toward me. I pretended to be studying the bulletin board so they wouldn't notice that I had obviously lost my ever lovin' mind. A business card and a flyer caught my eye. Rather, the word 'sex' on the flyer grabbed my attention.

Ryann Myers, LCSW

Clinical Social Worker / Counselor

Specializing in Anxiety, Depression and Sex Therapy

I noticed that his office was located on the second floor of the building I was in. I'd never before considered talking to a counselor. I've never needed to...'til now. I wonder what 'Sex Therapy' means. He's probably heard a lot freakier shit in his office than this. Suite 243. No appointment necessary.

I glanced down the hall toward the stairway and made my decision. I'll just go up there and see if he's available. If not, no big deal, I'll figure this out.

A sign with instructions was propped up on an easel just inside one of the hallways. They were pretty simple. If the door was open, proceed. If not, try back later or leave your name and cell phone number on the back of the business card of the person you came to see. Alternatively, there was a list of other counselors to choose from. It wasn't necessary for me, however, because the door to suite 243 was open.

Sitting behind a desk was a woman in her early thirties, probably.

"I'm sorry to bother you, I'm looking for Ryan Myers."

"It's pronounced, Ree'Ann. Two n's. Can I help you?"

"Oh. Uh, I just, saw your card downstairs and..."

"Would you rather talk to a man than a woman?"

"Oh, uh, no. I mean, it doesn't matter."

"Okay. Come in, shut the door and have a seat. What part of my flyer downstairs drew you in?"

"What?"

"Was it anxiety, depression, or sex?"

"Feels like all three at the moment. But, um, the sex part is what got my attention."

"Okay. First off, what would you like me to call you?"

"Oh, shit! Oops, sorry. I'm Brian."

"Don't worry about it. I've heard much worse. You can call me Ryann. What brings you in today, Brian?"

"Uh, I, this is harder than I thought it would be. To talk about this, I mean."

"I understand. Just take it easy and start slow. What, in general, are we talking about?"

I couldn't get my brain to function.

"Performance issues with your girlfriend, cheating, inappropriate fantasies, fetishes, erectile dysfunction, transgender tendencies, sado-masochism, addiction to porn, bondage, role-playing, pedophilia, mommy issues?"

"Do people really come to you with all that?"

"And more. The possibilities are endless. I was just giving you a sample so you don't have to feel like you're alone or that you're going to scare me."

"I guess not. Okay." I took a deep breath, "Something happened last night with my sister that's bothering me."

"Okay. Something sexual?"

"Yeah. Well, not that sexual. She, Rachel, was masturbating in the bed next to me and I sort of helped. I mean, I didn't touch her or anything, except on the hand, but I was there urging her to, uh, finish and everything. And I sort of pressed on her fingers to, uh, you know, help her along a little."

"How old is Rachel?"

"Eighteen. She graduates High School in a couple of weeks."

"And what was she doing in your bed?"

"She's been climbing into my bed since she was 5 years old. Not every night or anything, but some nights. It started with an early childhood fear of storms."

"You guys close?"

"Yeah."

"Parents?"

"Uh, yeah. Still married and everything."

"What do they think about you guys sleeping in the same bed together?"

"Mom has never said anything but Dad hates it. Rachel does it anyway."

"What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You must like it, since you allow it to go on despite your father's disapproval?"

"I don't know. I guess. I never really thought about it."

Ryann sat in silent consideration for a couple of seconds.

I shrugged, "Okay, I, you know, it's nice sometimes."

"Have you and your sister ever experimented with sex before? Maybe when you were younger?"

"No. Never."

"So, why do you think she decided to masturbate with you lying right next to her?"

"I don't know. I was asleep. Maybe she thought she could do it without waking me up."

"But she has her own bed, right? Why wouldn't she just go there?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

Ryann nodded, "What did she say in the morning?"

"She was in her room with the door shut when I came out of the shower this morning."

"You didn't talk with her at all?"

"No. That's part of what's buggin' me."

"I bet."

"I have no idea what she's thinking about this whole thing."

"Right. What else is bothering you?"

"Well, I wasn't exactly thinking innocent thoughts the whole time. You know what I mean?"

"Yes. Naturally. You are a guy, after all. But I can see why you're upset. Because it's your sister."

"Yeah. It's even worse. The next morning...in the shower...I jack-...masturbated to fantasies about her."

"Okay."

"I sort of have this fantasy girl that I've been imagining for years, and, I think it's Rachel. I mean, I think it's always been her but I didn't know it. Is that...Am I crazy or something?"

"No. It's fairly common for people to fantasize about the ones around them. Friends, classmates, teachers, their family members. Are you most bothered by the fact that it's your sister, or that you just put a name to the vision?"

"I'm not sure. Both, I guess."

"Okay. So, you've told me what happened, and you've sort of mentioned that you're upset about your response to it...what do you think is going to happen next?"

"I don't know. I'm sort of afraid to find out. I mean, I don't want this to, I don't know, cause problems between us, or anything."

"Why do you think it would cause problems?"

I shrugged.

"Nothing has transpired between you that you haven't told me, right?"

"Right."

"And you didn't touch her without her permission or anything of that sort?"

"No. I wouldn't do that. Ever."

"What is it that you're afraid of?"

"Afraid?"

"You said that you were afraid to find out. Find out what?"

"I, uh..."

"Are you afraid of where this might lead?"

I nodded.

Ryann took a deep breath and sat back in her chair. "Okay. Tell me about one of the fantasies you've had with this girl. Not the one this morning; one from before you realized your fantasy girl was Rachel."

"Well, I don't know, they're mostly just images, really. Usually she's tied to something, the bed, usually, and you know, we have sex."

"Define sex, in this case. Oral, intercourse? Different positions? Just a general idea."

"We do everything; every way you can imagine, er, or, every way I can imagine, I guess."

"Are you in charge or is she?"

"I am. Always. That never changes. And she's always very willing. Always."

"So, why the restraints? You said she's almost always tied to something, right?"

"Yeah. I don't know. Because I like it, I guess. It is my fantasy."

"True enough. Have you and your sister always gotten along? I mean, did you play together a lot as children?"

"Some, yeah. We did what everyone else did, I guess. You know, board games, hide-and-seek, stuff like that."

"Did you ever play 'house' together?"

"No. Not that I can remember, anyway."

"What about any other type of role playing? Like animal farm, or dungeons and dragons, or something like that."

"OH! Yeah, weird. I totally forgot about it until you said dungeon. We used to pretend that my room was a castle and that she was my prisoner. Now that I think of it, it was Rachel's favorite game."

"Did you ever tie her up?"

"Oh, shit...sorry. Yeah. To my desk. We'd even convince Mom to let us eat in our rooms so I could feed her while she was tied-up. Oh, God. I'd forgotten about that completely. Think that's why I have those kinds of fantasies? Because of some stupid game we played when we were little?"

"Maybe. It could be why you've put Rachel in that role in your fantasies instead of just a random girl. You could be merely rehashing that game from when you were young. But fantasizing about bondage...you could have just as easily been drawn to it then, and that's why you did it when you were playing. There are documented cases of children at a very young age engaging in that type of play. For that reason, I have to believe it is based on an innate, rather than learned, behavior. I don't suppose you remember whose idea it was to begin with?"

"No. I know it's a huge part of my fantasies now."

"It doesn't matter when it started. There's nothing unusual about those kinds of fantasies. Pretty mainstream these days, anyway. Are you bothered by your tendency in that area?"

"No, not really."

"Have you ever explored it? In real life, with a girlfriend, maybe?"

"Not really. I tried to once, but she wasn't into it, so I just quit. Haven't tried it since."

"Do you have a girlfriend now?"

"No. I haven't had a steady girlfriend in over a year. I've had 'friends', you know, that I've hooked-up with, but nothing serious."

"What about Rachel? Does she have a boyfriend?"

"No, not at the moment. She just broke up with an asshole named Jason. What a prick!"

"Why didn't you like him?"

"He was a jerk. Treated Rachel like shit. He'd talk to her like dirt; forget they had a date and stand her up. Shit like that. I wanted to take him out back and beat the crap out of him."

"She must've seen something in him to keep dating him."

"I don't know. I guess. She's always been horrible at picking boyfriends, though. The worst."

"Are you sure that's the case? Or are you maybe a little biased?"

"No, I swear. It's not me."

"Okay, okay. I'm just yanking your chain, anyway. Have you talked to her about the guys she dates?"

"All the time. Not that I could avoid it. She talks to me about everything. I'd have to be a damn good liar for her not to notice my disgust."

"So, getting back to the reason you came in here...Have you thought about what you're going to say to Rachel about last night when you see her?"

"Some. I don't want her to feel bad, or weird about it, you know?"

"And what about you? What do you feel about it?"

"I still can't get over that I got so frickin', you know, excited over the whole thing. I was kind of hoping that you would lecture me on how wrong it is to lust after my sister and all that."

"That's not what I do, Brian. It's not my place to sit here and impose a particular morality on you. I'm sure your dad could do that for you, though, if you survive the conversation."

"Oh, no shit! He'd fr-eak if he knew."

"What good do you think lecturing would do? I mean, you're going to feel how you feel, anyway. The only difference is how bad you feel about yourself afterward. I'm of the opinion that guilt is highly overrated. So far, I haven't heard a single thing you should feel remorse over. And I don't think you do, really. I think you're more afraid of what she's thinking and feeling right now. And you're afraid of losing the relationship you have with her. Subconsciously, you decided years ago how you felt about incest. You may not have acted on the sexual aspects of it, but you sure didn't mind playing house with her; allowing her to sleep in your bed.

"I can't say anything that will fix the turmoil you're experiencing. Talk to Rachel. That's the only way I see for you to work it out."

I heard the words but I wasn't ready to accept the truth of them. I had convinced myself that our relationship was normal as long as we didn't bring sex into it. And now... We were standing on a slippery slope. All those years of imparting every thought, sharing a house, a bathroom, a bed, had been building a relationship that was both intimate and platonic at the same time.

Part of me was relieved but the other part was sad. It'll never be like it was before with us. We're turning a corner. We have to choose. We've outgrown it, or we just need more now. At least I do. Aw, fuck! I don't know. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe Rache didn't do it on purpose like the counselor suggested.

Well, she didn't stop it, either. At any point, she could've just slapped my hand, rolled off the bed and headed to her own room, and that would've been the end of it. She wanted me to wake up. And she got off to it. I know that much.

I began to realize that the arguing that went on in my mind was the key to what was bothering me. I recognized that we were at a crossroad and I was afraid we were going to choose different paths. I also wasn't sure I was ready to admit which path I wanted to go down.

I left that office knowing that everything she said was right. More importantly, I knew what I had to do. I need to talk to Rache.

Chapter Three

By the time I got to work, I was downright pissed-off. At myself. Feeling vulnerable will do that to a person. I didn't like how much I wanted her; how much I needed her. I felt out of control, like the tables had totally turned with us. She held the answer; she was in charge of where this was headed. Fuck that shit!

I texted her when I took my first break.

> Hey, how was school?

I was getting even more pissed off that I was staring at my cell screen, holding my breath, and waiting for her response.

>> Good

That's it?!

> Are you at home?

>> N

Well, where the fuck are you? I nearly chucked the damn phone into the trash.

> I get off at 10. We need to talk.

>> At chelis. Spending the nite

Cheli was short for Michele. She was her best friend. Best girl friend, that is.

> I work early shift tomorrow. I'll be home between 3 & 4. Be in my room waiting.

I felt a twinge of guilt after I hit send but I couldn't take it back. It was a bold command and I was intensely curious about her response. Part of me was expecting her to push back.

>> K

I released the breath I was holding. Then I tried not to focus on my swelling cock.

The store was slammed on Saturday, and the hands on the clock sped mercifully 'round until it was time. I didn't waste a second chatting with my co-workers at 3:00. I could get home as early as 3:15, if I rushed. I didn't rush, though. Keeping my mind occupied on work the previous 8 hours had made me bolder. Or maybe it was the fact that I knew she was already waiting for me. I could visualize the scene vividly.

She probably started out by wandering around my room, checking out the papers on my desk, reading the pathetic scribbles I made in my notebook in class on Friday. Then, when she'd had enough of that, she probably paced a bit, fighting boredom and trying to stay awake. She'll be tired from staying up all night at Cheli's house. I glanced at my watch. 3:20. By now, she's lying on my bed, checking her phone for texts, playing a round or two of Angry Birds. In another 5 minutes she'll be out like a light.

I stopped and filled my gas tank, and then sat in the driveway for a few minutes, just for good measure. 3:45. It's time.

I made it an artform, choosing just the right cadence; not too fast to appear over-anxious, but not dragging every step, either. I wanted her to know I was in control. If she's even awake.




Games We Played



I sucked in breath as I turned the last corner. She was lying with her back to the door, curled up around my pillow, cell phone resting facedown beside her. Sound asleep. She didn't move when I pulled my keys and phone from my pocket and placed them on the desk.

All the anger I had been feeling, all the uncertainty about our situation, simply vanished. I felt a wash of relief come over me. Everything is going to be fine. She wouldn't be lying there if she felt the least bit uncomfortable about the other night. I suppressed my self-disgust over creating so much internal drama over it, and stripped off my work clothes in favor of shorts and a tee. I found myself glancing at her sleeping form ever more frequently and another thought crept to the surface. Or a feeling, rather. I love her.

Of course, I'd always loved her. She was my sister, after all. But this felt altogether different. I was seeing her through completely new eyes it seemed, and she looked different to me. Not at all like my sibling; more like my friend, my companion, my Beauty. Somewhere in the recesses of my brain, the thought had been lurking there. I was just too chicken-shit to see it. The counselor first nailed it when she pointed out that I must've wanted her in my bed all along. I do want her in my bed. In every way possibly imaginable.

All the fantasies I'd had over the years came into view with blinding clarity. What guy wouldn't give his left nut to live out his fantasies with the exact person he fantasizes about?

I sat on the bed next to her and contemplated my next move. I hadn't given much thought to how to proceed. She'll expect you to take the lead. Be decisive. I walked through her past boyfriends in my mind. They'd all been assholes by anyone's standards. But she was attracted to them, just the same. Maybe it was because she was looking for someone to take control. Someone to be dominant, not domineering. Fine line. But one I've never crossed with her. Don't start now.

My hand reached over to brush the hair from her eyes before I even realized I was doing it. Her lids fluttered open and a slow smile crept across her face as her gaze met mine. God, she's beautiful.

Her tiny voice pierced the silence.

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep."

I shook my head, "It's okay."

"Are you mad at me about the other night?"

"No, not at all. I'm curious."

"About what?"

"Why? I mean, why not wait until you were alone?"

Rachel smiled. "What fun would that be?"

"So you wanted me to catch you?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, maybe."

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. I'm not sure I'm following you. Why?

"I don't know. Part of me was jealous over that girl you slept with, I guess."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know. I, you keep like sleeping around and stuff. It's annoying."

"Annoying, how? You have boyfriends. Surely you're not that deprived."

"No. I mean, I am, but that's not what I meant. Annoying because you deserve better. You could have more."

I couldn't help the smile that was growing on my own face. It was becoming clearer to me where she was going with her line of reasoning. "You mean, I could have you?"

Rachel's eyes grew wide for a second before she closed them and turned her head away from me. A tear formed at the inside corner of her eye and rolled across the bridge of her nose to the pillow beneath her head. I wanted to scoop her into my arms and comfort her like I'd done so many times, but this was too important to mess up. It needed to be clear, out in the open, spoken aloud or never again entertained. This is the moment of truth.

"Rache, I need to know. Is that what you meant? Is that why you did it...because you want there to be more between us?"

Rachel nodded, her head still turned to the side. "Yes," she whispered.

"Look at me."

Tears were flowing more freely from her eyes now. She rotated her head very slowly back to face me. I could feel her trembling through the mattress.

"Are you afraid?"

She shook her head. I leaned closer to her and wiped the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs. Then I lowered my face to hers, pausing less than an inch from touching noses. I tilted my head and just touched my lips to hers in a feathery caress. The electricity between us, the raw desire was so heavy, it was palpable. I wanted to savor that moment.

I couldn't, of course. I'm not super-human. My tongue snaked between her soft, parted lips as my mouth pressed down on hers. She yielded to me and opened wider, greeting my tongue with her own, and moaning softly into my mouth. She was sublimely pliant. Absolutely perfect! It felt as if someone had designed her just for me. I lost myself in her kisses for several minutes before I pulled back.

"You're driving me insane. Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

Rachel smiled, "You."

"Me? What?"

"You remember when we were little and you used to feed me by hand?"

"Yeah. Vaguely."

"You wouldn't let me have a bite unless I tilted my head back and relaxed my mouth. I had to wait for you to place it on my tongue and remove your finger. Sometimes you'd swirl your finger in my mouth. Remember?"

"No, I don't remember that."

"Yeah, anyway, I guess you trained me well."

I extended my tongue to tease her parted lips and she remained still, patiently waiting for me to advance. Any other girl I'd been with would've pulled me toward them impatiently, or extended their own tongue, or sucked greedily at mine. But she did none of those things. She remained docile. Perfect!

I rewarded her by pressing my lips hard to hers and delving my tongue deep into her waiting mouth. And she repaid me with a moan.

I heard the garage door engaging downstairs. Rachel heard it, too. We continued swirling tongues in a deep kiss for several more seconds before I pulled away.

"Will you spend the night with me tonight?"

"Yes."

I smiled and hurriedly pecked her on the lips. "I don't know how I'm going to hold it together until then, I swear."

"You'll do better than me, I'm sure. You always do."

I danced on the edge of sanity for the remainder of the evening. If I thought about the coming evening, or the events of the afternoon, I got hard. Or more accurately, harder. There was not a single moment from the time we emerged from my bed until I stripped down to my boxers at night, that my dick wasn't at least partially stiff.

I wasn't even thinking about sex all that much. Just the thought of being alone with her was arousing. I felt like I'd lost my mind.

When the television in the living room downstairs turned off, I mentally counted to 10. I knew that was what she was waiting for. I didn't get to the count of 4 when her door creaked slowly open. She walked quietly across the hall, shutting my door as she entered, and then pushed the covers back to slide into bed.

I pulled her toward me, swinging my arm around her so she could lie next to me. She draped her leg over mine and rested her head on my chest. We laid still in that position for several minutes, listening for approaching footsteps, soaking up the feel of our bodies next to one another.

"Brian?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think this is wrong?"

"I guess some people think so. I don't see how something that feels this right could be wrong. Are you having second thoughts?"

Rachel chuckled, "Like 5 years ago, maybe. I got over it a long time ago."

"You've thought about us before?"

"Oh, yeah. I used to think it was just a crush and that I'd grow out of it, but I never did. I'd just about given up hope. I told myself last month, that the next time you slept with someone, I was done. Moving on forever."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, and then when it happened...when you told me that you'd slept with that girl the other day... I don't know. I was sort of desperate."

"You know, your little stunt really fucked with me at first."

"I'm sorry."

"The least you could've done was stick around after my shower so we could talk about it."

"I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed. I thought you might yell at me."

"I might've."

"What changed your mind?"

"I talked to a campus counselor."

"Really? About us?"

"Yeah. She was real cool about it. Helped me sort through everything."

"What did she say?"

"She told me that I needed to talk to you about it. She also equated our sleepovers with playing house. Told me that I'd basically already made up my mind about incest and that I just needed to stop killing myself over it."

"Wow. Hmmmm. House, huh? I guess I can see her point."

"And that game that we played when we were little...the one where you were my prisoner...?"

"Yeah?"

"...That has become a large part of my sexual fantasies."

"Really? The tying up part?"

"Yeah. How did you guess?"

"Because it is for me, too."

"Really?"

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, big time."

"Have you ever tried it? With a boyfriend, I mean?"

"No. Never. You?"

"No, not really. Thought it would freak them out if I suggested it."

"I know what you mean."

It all started to make sense to me. How all the games we played as kids was just our way of acting out what we liked. And sleeping in the same bed together wasn't any different.

My train of thought was interrupted by Rachel's wandering hand. She had been tracing circles along my side as we talked but her circles were now going lower. Her fingertips were dancing around the waistband of my boxers. The touch was still innocent, but it had certainly grabbed my attention.

As much as I had fantasized about her, and wanted her, badly, the mood wasn't quite right, yet. I needed to settle in my mind how things were going to be with us. There was more on the line than any relationship I'd ever had. If, somehow, we fucked this up, we'd lose everything we had.

I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and slid her hand up to my chest. She lifted her head to look at me.

"Are you having second thoughts?"

I shook my head, "No. I've made up my mind. I'm just afraid of fucking it up. I don't want to lose you."

"Then don't. It's not like we don't already know each other inside and out. Are you afraid I'll disappoint you in bed?"

"Oh, God no! No chance of that happening, Rache. I'm afraid of hurting you."

"The only way you can hurt me is if you stop loving me."

"I'll never...I could never stop loving you."

"I feel the same way about you."

Rachel stretched her neck and I met her halfway in a kiss. We lingered there for several minutes, tongues playfully teasing one another until she backed away.

"I want to do something. Can you wait here for a sec?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

Rachel scooted off the bed and tiptoed into our shared bathroom. I heard her open the door between the bath and her bedroom. Smart move. It was much stealthier than crossing the hallway and probably the way we'd avoid being caught in bed if our parents came upstairs. All she'd have to do was make it to the commode and pretend to be using it. They'd never know she came from my room instead of hers.

She emerged a few minutes later and walked over to my desk. I heard her set something down and then a moment later, a lighter was igniting a candle. Amber light flickered across the room, giving shape and detail to everything in it. She stood for a moment gazing at the tiny flame.

Her arms crossed in front of her and she grabbed the bottom of her shirt so she could pull it over her head in one movement. I felt my heart rate increase. She draped the shirt over the back of my desk chair and then swiftly hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and bent over, dragging the flimsy fabric down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of them and dropped them on top of her tee. Then she turned to face me.

Ambient light danced around her lithe frame. So many descriptors rushed to my brain at once: radiant, angelic, captivating, sensuous, feminine. Perfect.

I flipped the sheet down to my feet, made room for her to lie down, and then patted the mattress. She obediently approached, with her hands at her sides in silent offering. Very daintily, she lay down next to me on her back.

I detected no hesitancy or fear in her, whatsoever. Her deliberate, calm movements were clear. She watched my expression as my eyes canvassed her form. Her breasts were just how I'd imagined them, firm and round, nipples slightly upturned when she stood. They had turned to small dots on her chest, protruding proudly, hard, begging to be fondled, licked, sucked. Not yet.

My eyes surveyed her flat stomach and lower, to her pubic area. Her mound was shaven to a slim strip and very neatly trimmed. Rachel parted her thighs and I glanced up at her face for a brief moment before continuing my visual inspection of her pussy. It was delicious. Her female parts were neatly contained inside creamy folds of skin. As her legs slid farther apart, her labial lips parted, exposing layers of wet, crimson flesh. It took every ounce of willpower not to dip my head down between her thighs and devour her right then. Not yet.

My heart was about to pound out of my chest. I couldn't keep a single lucid thought in my brain. My senses were completely assaulted. I wanted to do everything, all at once. Much like a kid in a candy store or a starving man at a buffet. Too many excellent choices.

My eyes met Rachel's and we locked gazes for several moments. I didn't know what to say. I was overwhelmed by her gift to me. I must've broadcasted my appreciation because a tiny smile formed on her lips.

I settled in next to her, nipping at her neck while my hand wandered over her breast. Her pebbled nip scraped against my palm as I gently squeezed her soft mound in my hand.

"God, you're amazing."

She snuggled her cheek against my face and placed her hand over mine and squeezed so I was gripping her breast tightly. "I'm all yours."

I could've come right then. The thought of her belonging to me, alone was intoxicating. This beautiful, forbidden creature was giving herself to me. I'd never craved something so badly in all my life. My swollen cock felt like it would explode any minute. I'm not going to last. I felt a brief moment of panic at the thought of disappointing her. I'm too fucking wound up. I've hardly touched her.

I had two choices, the way I saw it. I could come then and work myself back up again, so I could last longer inside her. Or I could come right after I entered her. It'd always seemed too embarrassing to come early, so in the past, I'd just settled for a quick fuck. It wasn't always that way for me; sometimes I lasted longer. Take Janice, for example. Could barely keep it up for her. And Ashleigh was okay. I'd lasted awhile on that one. But neither of them are Rachel, my Beauty.

I couldn't stand the thought of a quick fuck with Rachel. For that matter, I knew we had all night and I planned on taking advantage of every minute. That means being inside that hot pussy until she can't walk anymore. I was vaguely aware of how my thoughts had turned to raw, hot sex. My hard dick was affecting my mood.

My head dipped down her chest so I could take her hard nip into my mouth. I wasn't gentle. I needed to come. Badly. Her stiff pebble caressed the roof of my mouth as I sucked it roughly past my lips. My hand slid down into my boxers. It didn't take long. I scraped my teeth over her breast, filling my mouth with her flesh as I came over my hand and into my underwear. It was mildly satisfying; A momentary relief of pressure, which was what I was after. Crude, but I don't give a shit at this point.

I wiped off my hand and reluctantly removed my mouth from Rachel's breast to slide my dampened boxers down my legs and toss them onto the floor. My dick was still hard. It bobbed proudly as if nothing had just happened. Fuck, yeah. But my mind was a little clearer. I was able to focus my attention back to the stunning body lying before me.

I positioned myself between her splayed thighs and scooted down the bed until my face was just inches from her wet pussy. The heat that radiated off her was fierce. Glistening wetness covered the entire area surrounding her opening. My fingers traced lines up and down her tender inner thighs, teasing; coming close to touching her, but then retreating toward her knees. She lifted her head to look at me and then dropped it back on the pillow, releasing a desperate groan between pants. But she never moved her hips or used her hands to force me to progress. She suffered in silence, patiently waiting for me to continue. Perfect.

My thumbs, at last, touched the ridges of her labial lips and pulled them open. A rush of heat along with her strong scent captivated my senses. The anticipation was intense. My tongue slowly stretched to taste the fleshy folds now presented before me. A bold tang flowed over my tongue, sending a ripple of arousal through my body. I could fucking devour this cunt, I swear. I pressed my tongue farther into her opening, until wetness surrounded my entire mouth. When my tongue retreated, I tilted my head until my nose touched her hood. She was all over my face, it seemed. I loved it.

I'd never really gotten into eating pussy before. It was okay. Alright, better than okay. But there was always something in the way. Either we didn't have enough time, or the girl wanted to hurry through it, maybe from her own guilt. This was different. We had all night. And Rachel didn't seem to have the slightest hangup about me going down on her. And boy, was I loving every second of being in her pussy.

I lapped up her wetness like a starving man and then moved up her folds. The area around her clit was swollen, red, and engorged. Her round, pink bulbous clit was fully exposed. It was fascinating, like the head of a small penis, peeking out from beneath its protective covering.

I circled it with my tongue, testing to see how sensitive she was, but mostly teasing her. I wanted her to come, but not before she was aching for it, before it had become her only thought, her only desire. I wanted her to suffer like I was suffering. I was absolutely insane with desire for her, and I wanted her to feel the same way. Girls never seem to need it like we do.

I dragged a languished tongue over the sensitive nub. She gasped and sucked air sharply into her lungs. My dick twitched in rapture. That's it, Beauty. That feels good, doesn't it. I continued to lap at her, taking long, slow strides over her clit with my softened tongue. I was really getting into it. Part of me wanted it to go on for hours. But I was on the edge, myself. Again.

Her hips undulated slightly. I suspected she wasn't even aware she was doing it. Her breathing was erratic; short, shallow pants mixed with heavy sighs. I was totally getting off on how frenzied she had become. It's time for you to come, Rache. My lips closed tightly around her clit as my tongue stiffened to a point. I flicked the little bundle of nerves hard, sending her hips bucking off the mattress as she exploded in climax. She stifled her own screams. Just wait until we have our own place. I'll make you come so hard, your screams will peel the paint off the walls.

The mental picture of being with her without any boundaries, without a single thing to hold us back, heated my blood to boiling. I lifted my torso up and climbed forward until I was positioned at her hot, wet opening. I was blind with desire; that's the best way I could describe it. I tilted my hips and penetrated her slippery warmth.




Games We Played



Her walls gripped my cock, painfully tight, but I forged ahead until I was seated fully inside. It was then that I noticed Rachel's expression. I wasn't sure how to interpret it at first. She looked somewhat surprised. She had to know this is where this was headed. But there was something else.

I realized as I was luxuriating inside her, that maybe she was a tad tighter than I expected. I balanced myself on my arms and looked into her eyes.

"Rache?"

Tears had formed in her eyes, "Don't be mad."

"Why didn't you tell me before...?"

"You would've stopped. I wanted you to be the one."

"Rache, I, I thought for sure...with those guys you dated..."

"No. But I'm not innocent or anything. I've done practically everything else."

I'd actually never taken a girl's virginity before. All the girls I knew had lost theirs years earlier. I looked into her eyes for a few seconds and then kissed the tiny tears that had begun to roll down the side of her face.

"Am I hurting you?"

She shook her head and whispered, "No." I sensed she wasn't telling the complete truth. This changes everything. I could feel myself gathering control. It was my job to take care of her, protect her from harm. I knew that I needed to be strong enough to go slow so I didn't hurt her.

I started with short strokes at first; moving only a fraction of an inch in a pulsing motion. All at once, something else dawned on me. Oh, Fuck! I'm not wearing a condom.

I stopped in mid stride and sucked in a sharp breath.

"What's the matter?"

I released the breath, "I forgot the condom."

I started to pull back but Rachel gripped me with great strength. "Wait. It's okay. My period just ended yesterday. Please don't stop now. Please..."

Her soft pleas were really too hard to resist. And pulling out of her tight, hot pussy wasn't at the top of my list of things to do, either. I pressed my hips into Rachel's, sliding deep inside. She smiled and moaned. Her eyes closed and she pulled her knees up, tilting her hips to meet mine.

I took my first full stroke. Her channel was more receptive; still snug but more relaxed. Rachel moaned underneath me as I picked up a slow rhythm. She was getting into it. The more I rocked, the more tiny noises she made. She likes it...The feeling of my dick sliding in and out of her hot cunt. I increased the motion, adding force to every stroke until I was drilling as deep as physically possible.

Her soft moans increased in pitch to the point of mewling. Then she dug her fingernails into my back and squealed into my shoulder. I thrust hard and fast for those last strokes so I could ride her climax. It felt like my cock exploded inside her; Twitching and pulsing with release, as wave after wave of constricting muscle milked the seed from my cock.

It was fucking incredible!

Chapter Four

Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't wearing a condom, or because it was her first time, or because it was taboo to be with her, I don't know, regardless, it was the best fucking sex of my life. Not just the first time we did it, but every time. She rapidly became my whole world, which made it increasingly difficult to hide from our parents.

They had to notice something had changed. For one thing, we stopped fighting, altogether. It was weird. I secretly wondered why, but never brought it up. We were getting along so great, I was afraid of jinxing it. It wasn't just that, either. We had to resist the urge to touch each other around anyone, and I know we probably slipped a few times. Not sexually, but affectionately. A squeeze of the hand here, a light caress along the shoulder there, an arm around the back; that type of touching. And I know we were spending a lot more time upstairs in our rooms than we did before. But if our parents noticed anything then, they kept it to themselves.

I honestly don't know what I'd have done if they had caught us. We were too far gone to stop. We had already talked about moving far away from home so we could carry on like a married couple. Rachel researched the dangers of us having children. Once she discovered that there wasn't much chance of defects, she announced that she wanted at least 3.

We worked it out to go to school together and our parents were all too happy to foot the rent for our shared apartment. It saved them a bundle of money and was highly convenient for contacting us and visiting. Besides, they never had to worry about Rachel with me around. We both accepted summer jobs near school so we could stay there. I kept waiting for the other shoe to fall, so to speak. No one should be this happy.

It had become a regular thing for us to play all the games we played when we were younger. Her favorite never changed. I bought a set of handcuffs, along with a few other devices. I'd catch her as she walked in the door from work or from class and wrestle her to the ground, eventually getting her hands cuffed to the nearest piece of furniture. By the time I managed to get her jeans down to her ankles, she'd be soaking wet. Every. Time. Sometimes I'd just fuck her from behind with her jeans still tangled around her legs. Other times, I'd make her beg me to suck my cock before I'd let her eat dinner. There were endless possibilities and we never ran out of ideas. And we never tired of the games, or each other.

We'd lie in bed at night and contemplate how we got there and what life would be like if we hadn't taken the chance. I realized that I hadn't fantasized or thought about another woman since we first made love in my bedroom. There'd been no need; I had my fantasy woman, my Beauty.

It got so that going home to our parents house and playing brother and sister felt strange. Our life together as a couple was normal. It was right. It was the way I decided I would live for the rest of my life. I didn't even think of Rachel as my sister, anymore. She was just Rachel. The love of my life. The one I'd loved for as long as I could remember. Everything we did was normal. We went grocery shopping, paid our bills, picked out furniture, made plans, dreamed, laughed, and loved, just like every other young couple did.

The last semester of Rachel's senior year, she got pregnant. It didn't happen by accident. She wanted to start our family so I counted the months. She'd be graduated before the baby came. I couldn't deny her this, any more than I could deny her anything else. We both knew she'd had me wrapped around her finger since she was 5.

We cooked up an elaborate lie about some guy that Rachel was casually seeing and how he split when he found out about the baby. We'd pulled similar stunts when we were kids to avoid getting grounded. We thought we were pretty convincing liars.

Our parents had mixed emotions about the pregnancy but started making plans. They made the foregone conclusion that Rachel would move home so they could help with the baby. We weren't expecting that curve ball and we both stumbled over ourselves with explanations as to why she should continue to live with me. We were busted.

The lie was convincing enough; Our reluctance to separate was too much. I saw it on Dad's face right away. His eyes narrowed as he pivoted toward me.

"Brian, can you help me take the trash out to the curb?"

Oh, shit! I nodded, "Yeah, okay."

Rachel's eyes bugged out of her head. She shook her head and mouthed, "no".

We'd discussed the possibility of never seeing our parents again. If they didn't agree with our situation, we'd live our lives without them. It would hurt, but we'd do it, anyway. It wasn't worth fighting over since the decision had already been made. Having grown up under the same roof with me and my dad, Rachel knew the wrath Greg Saunders could bring down upon his only son. And that was over far more trivial matters. This involved his only daughter. This involved fucking the one girl on this planet that was forbidden to me.

I followed Dad down the driveway. We dumped the bags at the curb and I crossed my arms over my chest. I knew it was coming.

"Are you planning to have more?"

The jig was up. No sense in pretending now. "Rachel wants to, and since she usually gets her way, I'd say, yes."

He shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You can't...for starters, how are you going to raise a child in an apartment?"

"The same way other people do. Besides, we have our eye on a little house that's for sale near campus. We were hoping you'd help us get into it."

"You were? And just how were you planning to explain that to your mother and I? We were just supposed to accept that you wanted to buy a house together?"

"I said we were hoping, not asking. We'll get it with or without your help. It would just be easier with. Listen, if you don't want us around, that's fine. But don't tell me to break it off. I won't leave her. Ever. This pregnancy was planned. We're going to raise a family together. It will break Rachel's heart if it means not seeing you again, but she'll get over it. I'll get over it."

I braced myself for the shit-storm I knew was coming. Instead, he chuckled and shook his head.

"That's almost the exact same lecture I gave my parents 26 years ago."

I shook my head in confusion, "What?"

"Yeah. Didn't go so well for me. Haven't spoken with them since. Gretchen, your mother, was four months pregnant with you. She was just starting to show, so we couldn't keep it secret any longer."

"Your parents haven't spoken to you because of Mom?"

"Yeah. Well, I mean...Anyway, I swore that if I were on the other side, I'd handle it differently. We've known about you two. Or we suspected, anyway."

"You did?"

"Yeah. You didn't hide it very well. But we thought...we thought you might not have children, or that you'd wait until we'd had a chance to talk you out of it."

"Listen, if this is about the whole recessive genes thing because we're siblings, save your breath. The chances are hardly higher than if we weren't related at all."

"Yeah, well, what about if you're the second generation of it. Did you research that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ever wonder why your mom never talks about her parents?"

"They died a long time ago, right?"

"In a sense, I guess. They're not physically dead. They live in Flagstaff."

"Where your parents live."

"Yes, because they are my parents."

"What?"

"Gretchen is my sister, Brian."

It felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of me, sucked straight from my lungs. I didn't know what to say. I felt betrayed. As I was about to react, it dawned on me the irony of the situation. The tables had turned. I thought I was going to have to defend my position, and then it was me who was about to attack him, over the exact same thing. He had to feel the absurdity of it, too.

I chuckled, "Damn, Dad."

"Now you see my concern?"

"Yeah, but from what I've read...and I've read a lot on this topic, there still isn't much reason to be worried about birth defects and such."

"Would you have taken the risk if you'd known about all this sooner?"

I thought about it for a second, "Yeah, I think so. I mean, Rache really wants kids and you know how she is...nothing could change her mind."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. She's just like her mother. It's just...Gretchen is probably dying of guilt right now over it."

"I'll set her straight. Or Rachel will. Once Mom sees how determined Rache is to have children, she'll know there was nothing she could do or say to stop her."

We walked back into the house. Rachel was frantic. I walked over to her and placed my hand on her belly like I was accustomed to doing a thousand times a day when we were at home. Then I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear.

"It's okay, baby. Everything is out in the open and it's fine."

She blinked hard a couple of times and then looked over at Dad. Gripping my arm, she shrunk behind me.

"Rachel Jean, don't hide behind your brother."

Rachel instinctively straightened up and let go of my arm. I suppressed a laugh. I knew Dad was pulling her leg. He'd been telling her to stop clinging to me since she was in grade school. Clearly he didn't want his children to make the same choices he had made. Too late now.

"Come on, Dad, give the pregnant gal a break."

We broke into laughter and then sat down around the dining room table to talk about family. Our family. The relief that both of us felt was enormous. Neither one of us realized how important it was to maintain a relationship with our parents. It was a major turning point.

Nine months later, I was on the phone with my mom. Rachel was in labor with our baby girl. They arrived about 30 minutes before she was born. Grace Marie Saunders. We planned to call her Gracie.

I couldn't be sure, but I think we all counted her toes and fingers.



Games We Played: Hypnotized



Part 3 from Games We Played, and Games We Played - Interlude.

Hypnotism

Friday Night

Earlier in the evening while my sister and I watched TV, I had managed to insinuate my hand into her panties. She had actually unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, and lowered them slightly so I had easier access (which is encouragement to say the least!) But then she had suddenly moved away from me, obviously going to bed as hot and bothered as me. I asked, "Can I help." To which she responded, "I think you've done enough." Since moving home we have developed a history of playing our childhood games, with interesting results. This evening was my first attempt at 'outside the game play' with mixed results. It nonetheless has left me about as horny as I think I've ever been in my life.

12:00 Midnight - Still Restless. I couldn't sleep. I felt hot, was still burning. Laura, my sister, had literally crawled away from me on her elbows, when not a minute earlier she had been grinding her puss into my hand.

12:15 a.m. - Still laying awake in the dark. I still have an erection. Can you get too aroused?

12:30 a.m. - There was no 'game' this evening. I was outside the box (so to speak) . . . 

1:00 a.m. - Hey, I just remembered MY favorite game! Among all of our various childhood antics, one that had particularly stood out with me was Hypnotist. It brought back a flood of memories. The late at night darkness, sneaking around, the silence, whispers, the smells, the warmth of our beds. 

Late at night one of us would steal into the others room, and whisper in their ear, "You are getting sleepy. You are getting sleepy." We were 'hypnotizing' each other, and that was the game. We would come up with some crazy behavior, or sound, or something that the other would have to do the next day. Only WE would know. Our secret. It was hilarious. You would spend the whole next day waiting for the hypnotized act! And when you saw it, the certain walk, the somersault, the asking for a certain ride, you realized that secret connection. Nobody else knew, just us. I could hypnotize her tonight! I could. I could do it. 

Now if I could just get my legs to work.

2:30 a.m. - It IS a brilliant idea. NOW would be the perfect time. 

I wear a lose pair of boxers and a grey T shirt to bed, and I just stayed in these as I crept down the dark hallway to her room at 2:30 in the morning. This was crazy, she could freak. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. It was pitch black. Her door was closed. I, as slowly as possible, opened the door to her room. The noise of the door opening sounded unbearable, but in reality was just a click and a swish on the carpet. I was standing in her room. Two windows on each side of her bed let in thin bands of light from the street lamps. Her shades were blue, and as my eyes adjusted, there was a soft blue white light glow to the room as an outline of everything became clear. I could see her laying on her back, head turned lightly to the side. Her blonde hair raised up around her head, disheveled. I walked over to her bed sort of bent over and then kneeled by her night stand. 

She slept in a double bed, and she had a sheet and light blanket pulled up under her chin. I could see her soft white cheeks and chin, blonde hair, closed eyes. She slept with a little pout as she lay on her back. I could see the rise and fall of her breathing. I sat there, settled in, sort of getting myself comfortable. I needed to calm down. I wanted to start laughing out loud to relieve some stress, and at one point I was even just shaking my arms in the air with my mouth open silently. She didn't move. I was sitting at the side of the bed where she was closest to the edge, which was the left side as I reached the point of no return. Lifting myself up to my knees, I leaned over the edge of her bed and put my mouth next to her ear. In the split second I was about to speak, it all came back to me: the darkness, the warmth, her hair, her breathing, her smell. 

In barely a whisper I said, "You are getting sleepy." 

Pause. I watched her intently as I continued, "You are getting sleepy. I am going to count to ten, and at the end of ten, you will be Hypnotized." 

I was really shaking now, I just thought this could all go so wrong somehow. She turned her head away from me, paused a moment, and then adjusted herself slightly and brought her head back exactly where it was. But absolutely no reaction, no change in her expression. 

I proceeded in a soft whisper, "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. You are falling into a hypnotic trance." I think I just noticed a bit of a smile - who knows. "Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. You are asleep. Totally, deeply asleep. Can you hear me?" 

She did not move a muscle. I waited, Nothing. 

"Can you hear me?" 

She shifted around just a little bit, sort of a stretch. 

"Yes," she just barely whispered, her speaking was directed straight up, not at me. 

I continued, "You will not remember this tomorrow. But you will remember to do what I say. If you understand, nod your head." 

She slowly nodded. I could also tell that her breathing was changing.

"Without waking answer me, what you are wearing?" 

A pause. She softly whispered, "Gray flannel bottoms. . ." 

Another long pause, I was almost ready to speak again. 

". . . and, uh, a white undershirt." 

I asked, "Are you wearing panties?" 

"Um, yes - but, not a bra." 

"Did you touch yourself before you went to bed last night?" 

"Yes." 

"Did you make yourself cum?"

"Yes - But, I came another time too." 

"When?" 

"This evening, while I was watching the TV." 

"Did you touch yourself there too?" 

"No, I had help from my bad little brother." 

"Did you let him touch you?" 

"Yes, I did." 

I could feel her hips moving around on the bed, I could see the covers rising a bit. She was shifting her hands.

I whispered directly into her ear, "Tomorrow, you will be touched at various times during the day." I added, "Inappropriately. But you will not notice when it happens." "And, you will decide to go to bed without your pajamas on - or your panties, tomorrow night. Can you do that?" 

She turned her head just slightly to the right, which had the effect that her cheek was brushing right against mine, and it placed her mouth right by my ear. I could feel her warm breath. 

She said, "Yes. What do you mean - inappropriate?" 

The way she said that word with her mouth was somehow amazing. Her lips were swelling, wet, were pouting and I could feel the warmth of her breath.

"I'll show you, just a little what I mean." 

And I reached under the covers toward her warm body. I felt her flannel pajama bottoms that tied at the top, and reached my hand under the edge feeling for her blonde puss. I could feel her legs opening, felt her stretch, arch actually, and saw her mouth open; but she kept her eyes closed and said not a thing. Her labia actually felt swollen, bruised. The lips were so open and she was wet, soaking even on the inside of her panties. I let my fingers slide down through her center and to her backside, and just ran my finger over her anus.

I held my mouth right at her ear, her cheek on mine, as I breathed my warm words on her, "this is what it might be like." 

"O,Ok," she turned her head left. 

I brought my hand back up through her center, and with my middle finger, pressed it briefly into her vagina and continued rubbing upward around her clit, as she pushed her hips up into my hand. 

She just said, " mmm, Ok."

I could smell her sex rising from under the sheets. God she smelled good! Her warmth, the warmth of her body under the sheets, her legs open in the dark pushing against my hand. I wanted this to last forever, but I pulled my hand from her panties, and let it drift up her abdomen, let it rest just below her navel. Softly stroked her.

"I am going to count in reverse now, sweet." And as I said that, I let my hand wander up to her breasts, feeling one then the other under her T. Felt the nipples contract under my touch. 

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five." I let my hand wander back to her abdomen - I just had to feel that blonde little pussy one more time. I reached just under the edge of her panties. "Five. Four." I withdrew my hand. "You are waking from your hypnotism, you will now continue in your normal sleep. Three. Two. One." 

She lay there quietly, and then slowly turned on her side away from me as I withdrew from her and stealthily moved back to my room. 

Saturday

It was Saturday, and I slept really late - not a surprise since I basically had not fallen asleep until about sunrise this morning. Immediately though I remembered what happened. Did I do that? It just all seemed too unbelievable. Yes, I could still smell her on me.

I got up, put on a pair of sweats and left my grey T shirt on. I went into the kitchen, and there was Laura leaning over the counter on her elbows with a newspaper and cup of coffee, still wearing her gray pajama bottoms and t shirt (no bra). She was normally dressed, but this was her typical morning position, especially on weekends. 

I walked into the kitchen as nonchalant as I could, and said, "Good morning. Sleep well?" 

I came up behind her as I was talking to her (as was my habit these days) and just lay my hand on her waist, but then let my fingers slip lightly just beneath her bottoms and panties to the point where I could feel the wisps of her blonde hairs rising up from between her legs. She pressed her back into my chest (as also was her habit), but then she also tipped her head back onto my shoulder and turned her head so that her cheek was touching mine.

"Oh, I slept pretty good. I had so many dreams, but I can't remember any of them." I could feel her warm breath on my ear, could feel myself getting hard. 

She remained lightly pressed against my chest and I could smell her hair. I reached a little lower and inched my fingers between her legs, and sort of rolled her puss lips in my fingers, one then the other, very slight and very light. God she was wet already. She pressed her bottom against me as well, and I knew she could feel my cock rising against her. 

I stood there and in as casual a voice as I could manage, "Can you believe it's going to be the start of finals. I actually have a paper I need written by Monday - and I haven't even started it." 

She, lifted her head while still pressed against me, and without skipping a beat (though I could feel her heart) responded, "I have about half a book to finish from Sociology. Couple of Hours - shouldn't be too HARD." She emphasized that word. 

Then she added, "Do you want some coffee? It's over there, I made it nice and Hot for you." She leaned forward as my hands slipped out of her bottoms, went back onto her elbows and continued to read the paper some more. 

"Great. Thanks. I think I will," I answered. I could barely walk to the counter. I poured myself a cup. Damn, She was 'hypnotized' today!

We both actually did have a tremendous amount of homework to do, and so our paths did not cross as much as they could have, but really it was that much better somehow. While she was at the breakfast table eating some toast and jam, still with her paper (she read the thing practically cover to cover in the mornings), I stood behind her and could see her T shirt opening at the top giving me a great view of her little titties. And so while she was reading I actually slid my hand right inside her top and started playing randomly with her bare breasts. They felt great while she was sitting up.

She didn't shift or move from her paper, just said, "Mmm, you smell nice." 

I said, "I haven't taken a shower yet." 

She said, "Neither have I."

Another time during an afternoon break, Laura was on the couch, sitting with her legs wide open - one foot touching the floor and the other along the back of the couch cushion. I lay at the other end of the couch with my head on cushion, my feet bent at the knees.

I started to make conversation, "I've written all of One page. I somehow have to fit fifty years of the fifteenth century in four pages. I don't even know why they do that." 

As I was speaking, I reached my foot out toward her crotch and lay it right between her legs and started to roll the ball of my foot back and forth. I saw her eyes flash for a moment to my foot and then she looked straight at me with those wonderful blue eyes. A nothing going on look. Blushing now and pressing her hips just lightly against my foot. I could tell she was horny as hell. 

She responded, "Well they have us reading, uh, reading about Marx still. I know that from a sociology perspective he contributed a lot, but they go into the politics and . . ." I was still rolling my foot over her puss and she was starting to breath heavier, "and ..uh, . .oh, I lost my train . . . of thought." Her voice went quite low just then and she gave a quick hard grind of her crotch into my foot, but she kept her eyes on me, those beautiful blue eyes that betrayed nothing.

It was really an amazing idea. I was a genius. Even just passing her in the hall I was letting my hands freely roam over her hips, onto her breasts, down the center of her back, between her legs, the crack of her ass. She didn't change her outfit all day, which she never does, but just kept wearing that gray flannel bottom and the T shirt top. 

The best moment of the day though was when I noticed her going into the toilet. I thought why not, it sure qualifies as inappropriate. I waited a beat from when she went in and opened the bathroom door, walked in and closed it behind me, smiled at her on the toilet and sat down on the tub edge opposite her. Her head had swung immediately to the door, and she watched me with wide eyes as I sat down. She didn't know what to do, but left her legs parted slightly and her arms rested on each leg, the elbows sort of bent in the middle and her pants down around her ankles. I could hear her peeing now.

I said in a casual tone, "I got my second page done. What's happening with you?"

She sort of assumed a backstage voice whisper, "Uh, I'm trying to take a shit here."

I just wagged a finger and said, "Ah, ah, ah."

She let her shoulders drop along with her head, and her elbows went together. I could hear her under her breath, "you little shit,"

I just said, "How's your reading?"

She looked at me, "Goood. I got three chapters done." And we continued in a casual banter, while ignoring that we were sitting in the toilet with my sister taking a dump, and me watching her in just her T. I could hear pauses, pressure and a soft release, drops into the toilet. She was blushing red. When she reached for some toilet paper, she looked at me like - 'are you leaving NOW?' But I reached out and took the tissue.

"Allow me." I said.

She just shook her head, and started to Giggle, "You are such a help around the house, Who knew?"

I started to reach between her legs, but she said, "No, uh, from the back."

She scooted forward and sort of lifted her ass in the air. I reached down and wiped her middle, front to back with a steady pressure, and dropped the tissue in.

She said, "Again. And you got to check it." 

She was smiling now, kind of getting into the process and giving some guidance. The whole thing was kind of awkward with two people doing the task of one. She was turning at the waist toward me and had her arms on my back and craning her neck watching me, and said "Now you do a good job, dammit." 

I started to laugh, "pa-ractice makes perfect dear."

I wiped her ass again, checked - it was clean. She started to get up, and I said, "ah, one more - make sure," and I quickly patted her little puss dry with the flat of my hand.

She got up, pulled up her briefs, her bottoms. She rolled her eyes at me, batted me as we walked out and we went back to our rooms.

Saturday Night

I put in rather early this evening. I WAS really tired. And I actually set an alarm for 2:00 a.m. just in case I could be stupid enough to fall asleep and not wake until morning. I did drift off after awhile. I was really very tired, I didn't need the alarm though. Somehow at 1:50 a.m. I was wide awake.

Again in my boxers and T shirt I went to Laura's room. I quietly opened her door and moved beside her bed. She was in the exact same position as last night, only tonight there was a comforter on the bed. I moved up beside her, leaned in and whispered the exact same incantation of last night - 'hypnotized' her. 

Then, I whispered, "what are you wearing?" 

"I'm naked." 

"Are you wet?" 

"I've been wet all day." 

"What happened today?" 

"Um, uh, I read a book, a normal day. I don't remember anything, INAPPROPRIATE." I liked the way she said the word. 

"Did you think about this?" 

I pushing the covers back a little as I reached for her and lay my right hand onto her belly, then sliding down her hips to her left thigh, back up across her blonde hairs and down her right thigh. 

"Yes." 

I ran my fingers right through her center opened her labia, split her open, like a piece of fruit. Her pussy lips opened up so nicely, and I saw her mouth open up at the same time.

I whispered, "Very nice. You get rewarded for this." 

"I do?" She said. 

I shifted the covers so that her entire body was exposed to me from her shoulders down. In this low bluish light she just glowed, there were also these wonderful thin slants of light on her skin. I lifted up onto the bed, and I positioned myself so that I was laying now between her legs and could see her puss open in front of me, smell the sex. A wonderful earthy smell, delicate, so relaxing. I laid my cheek on top of her little blonde bush and didn't move for awhile. I want to be here forever I thought. She lay one hand on my head. 

"Don't wake up," I whispered.

I had been thinking about this for awhile. Since seeing my sister and touching her, smelling her, I really wanted just a little taste. Lowering my mouth softly onto her little mound, I started to lick her with a flat tongue. As I pressed harder into her with my tongue I could literally feel her pussy lips enlarge and open, opening her pink middle. She had this wonderful little nub of a clit, it was like a little finger, I could put my lips around it. The first time I did, I heard a strong, drawing in of breath, "huuh." 

I felt her hand on my head pushing me down into her, as her hips also pressed up and she arched her back. As I looked at her, her face was turned to its side with mouth open pressing back into the pillow. I could see her white teeth. She was rocking her hips gently in a rythem with me now. My nose was rubbing up and down into her puss as I licked along her center. It would touch her clit as I lapped downward. I was like a little cat at a bowl of cream. I ate her like a fuzzy little peach, her juices were running onto my chin, and when she was really pushing my head down into her I could barely breath. I started to fill her up with my fingers. Her breathing was getting heavy, and she was pulling my hair. 

I called up to her, "do you like your reward?" 

I could hear, "Ho, yes." And "Fuck, yes." 

I took my middle finger and pushed it up inside her soft tunnel and rubbed little circle there, I licked her clit and wondered at her taste and smell. She was letting me do anything. I had all the time in the world dear. Nothing but time. 

She started to get fairly loud, short little bursts, little screams. And she started pulling my hair now, and making a sort of motioning gesture, tugging me toward her. Scraping my back. 

"Oh, I need you up here. Turn around, turn for me" she said in a light pleat. 

I looked at her and then with my right hand, slipped my boxers down easily and kicked them off the bed.

I said as I was moving, "Ok. You want a bigger reward now?" 




Games We Played: Hypnotized



I shifted around for what she wanted. 

"Yes, I have been very good today," she said. 

I added, "Yes. You've been my good little girl." 

I put my legs on each side of her shoulders, positioned my cock (which was aching now) over her face, and she took it in her mouth with a kind of wildness. She was Chewing on it! 

"Careful." I whispered. 

She laughed, "Oh, sorry."

"Hungry?" I said. 

"You have no idea." 

I started licking again, but from the other direction. She was still rocking her hips and I was now rocking mine into her wet little mouth. I was so aroused I was not sure just how long I could last. The fact that she was biting me a little, I thought, would actually make me last longer. We lay like that, licked and chewed, stroked and rubbed, filling each other everywhere. She had actually taken her finger and pushed it up inside my ass and was working in and out. With that I could feel the cum rising in me.

"Oh god, Get ready," I said. "Want a little cream." 

"Mmmmm" was really all she could say. 

So I quickened my pace rubbed fantastic little circles inside her with my tongue, dug my nails into her thighs, pulling her open. We were undulating along the bed. We actually were rising and sinking, up and down, together. I started to fill her mouth, could feel my cum spilling out and into her, and I imagined how it ran down her checks and neck. An electric line was running down me, I literally could not see, just flashes of light, and let my arms just drop down as I felt myself empty into her. She started panting, and moving hard against me, with a series of short cries. I could feel her start to buck her hips into me. We just dropped in a tangled heap on the bed. It was all hair, sweat, saliva, cum, pussy juice, skin, heat. Our mess. No past no future. I had no idea where i was.

As we calmed ourselves and caught our breath, I was still just absently licking her - still had my nose down between her legs. I couldn't move. And she was jerking her puss away from my mouth. 

"Ahhh, too sensitive," she said. 

After a little minute, I shifted, rubbed up to her tummy and her breasts. I laid my head sideways on her belly and she held me with both her hands. 

" . . that was good." She said. 

"Un fuckin believable." I rejoined. 

"Everything but," She added. 

We lay silent awhile. Just breathing. And then I started to whisper up toward the ceiling without moving, "Now I am going to wake you back up. At the reverse count of Ten . . . " 

She was laughing and hitting me with an open hand. 

". . . Nine. Eight. " 

She just said, "You, out of here now!" She hit at me again, but missed. "You were very bad tonight! My God, look at us." 

I said "Good too. No?" 

"That too. But BAD." 

I placed the covers back over her, went up by her mouth, I kissed her lightly. She took her hands and placed them around my neck, and onto my cheeks, opened her mouth. Her mouth was cool as she kissed me. We held our faces together, rubbed each others hair and cheeks as we kissed, and kissed and kissed. 

"What am I going to do with you?" as she held my head back from hers and looked at me. She added, "You're one of my favorite people."

"Remember, you will remember nothing," I said as she swatted at me.

"I'll remember that," she said. 



Games We Played: Interlude



It had been a few days since the doll game. Every time I thought about that evening I got hard. I have to say it was probably my most erotic experience ever up to then, and I just could not get it out of my head. Our evenings at home, our dinners, commutes, everything continued however as it had. Our conversations were natural and close, but not sexual in any way. The games were their own little hermetically sealed moments or fragments in time. The only exception to that now were the simple and natural little touches that had been added to our daily routines. When I went into the kitchen in the morning and she was standing at the counter cutting an orange, I would walk up behind her and place my hands on her waist, say good morning, and feel her press her back into me as she said good morning back. When I handed her her backpack I would brush my hand along her wrist. When she sat down next to me on the couch she would lay her hand on my thigh or touch my hair behind my ear while she was making an important point.

Winter was passing and with spring the days were getting longer, some of the mornings were actually warm now. And that also meant that Laura started wearing spring clothes. I even helped her get her spring wear out of the basement and lay it out on the bed. It excited me to think that she was going to start wearing this stuff. But I said nothing. Her confidence was definitely high with me. She knew her effect on me now, and I know she enjoyed it. Hell, I enjoyed the effect I knew I had on her. So the games in their hermetically sealed little moments were separated from our normal day to day and it seemed to work. One evening however, I tested the bounds of the game/non-game line a little bit.

She was actually laying on the floor in front of the TV on this evening and the sun was just setting, so the lights were not yet on. As the sun set the brightness in the room continued to dim, with the glow of the TV increasing. She was wearing a red half top and a fairly loose pair of khaki shorts, no shoes and no socks. I was sitting on the floor with my back against the couch and her feet were laying along the side of my legs to my right. I had my hand on her calf and she was sort of swishing her foot back and forth with her head set on her hands up on her elbows. On this evening my mind was focused on her body, on our games, and basically on my horny little self.

I started to rub her calves, and she did not react at all. No game here, just us two, together. None suggested. I let my hand wonder up to her thigh, and she just said, “Could you rub my feet?” “Sure,” I said. And back down to her feet. So I rubbed her feet for quite awhile and pushed my thumb into the center which I knew she liked. I could see the small of her back, I could see up her loose fitting shorts just a little ways, though less and less as the sun continued to set. After a goodly interval I let my hand wander back onto her calves, back onto her thighs. She said nothing. I have to say I was more nervous than ever before now. There was even a slight tremor in my hand. 

I was stroking the inside of her thighs now and she did not move at all. Her legs though were sort of close together and in the absence of any movement on her part, there was certainly no invitation. Uncharted territory. I was thinking about our quarter game, about her masturbating me in her room, about the kiss. And rationalizing to myself that this was nothing compared to those things, ok then. I slid forward a bit and let my hands wander up under the legs of her shorts, and then up over the surface of her butt and then slid my hands as best I could between her legs over her panties. She still did not move or respond at all though, and so I backed off again. Even stopped altogether at one point.

The room by now was dark except for the glow of the TV. Neither of us made any move to turn on a light which we normally did. After about five minutes or so, she started shaking her foot again, and once or twice let it kick me lightly. Ok. What is this? I was running every little thing through my fuddled brain, my heart pounding again, had a nice little erection now going. This would all be worth it for later this evening anyway. What the hell. I scooted forward again and once more slid my hand into the leg of her shorts, but also under her panties, first onto her butt and then pressing my fingers downward and into her puss. She was so wet, and this was the first time that I had felt her wetness! I let my fingers slide upward and then down again, could literally feel her pussy lips swelling and then opening across her middle. I was splitting her open. God was she wet. But again she did not move at all. She kind of shifted her head around a little bit, and I just kept at it. I wasn’t being stopped after all, and I intended to continue unless directed otherwise. That was the plan. And so it continued.

I almost jumped when she said, “hey. . . what you doing back there?” Friendly, noncommital.  “Um, nothing, just playing a little.” She shifted a bit, enough that I stopped and took my hand back. She lifted her hips a little and just reached down with her right hand and undid the button on her shorts and then undid the zipper. I could hear it. She also at the same time opened her legs a little bit. The result of this shifting around, while nothing was said, looked like a pretty convincing invitation. I therefore slid my hand back into her shorts, back under her panties, back into that unbelievably wet pussy of hers. I found her clitoris and drew small soft circles, and I could feel her hips moving. I stopped moving my finger and felt her hips continue to draw the circles on her own. I left my finger where it was and let her movements direct the motion now. Wow! I was probably as wet as she was and probably could have cum just from the touching alone. Laura was no longer watching the TV but had her head hanging down between her shoulders but still holding herself up by her elbows. She did say, a couple of times, “It feels good.” And, “oh. . ., you are a bad boy.”

I got somewhat bolder and moved my fingers upward from her clitoris and found her vagina. I took my index finger and just pushed it inside. She was so tight and so wet. I could not believe how good she felt. I heard her gasp as I pressed into her and she gave an involuntary push onto my hand. She let me stroke her and with my thumb I worked her pussy lips and clitoris, and I could really tell how worked up she was getting. Squirming and moaning against my hand. Heaven again. But Apparently, too worked up.

Suddenly, she pulled forward with her elbows and literally was just crawling away from me, saying “Oh god. . . that’s all, now, oh, ok.” I was sitting there with my sticky fingers and obvious hard on. I was somewhat confused, I knew she was almost ready to come. She then started to pull herself together, smoothing back her hair, zipping up her shorts, buttoning back up. Then, she sat back up while I had moved back against the couch, and she scooted back next to me, her breathing was winded, “wheewh,” she said and her hips were still wriggling around, she fluttered her eyes at me, smiled a wry little smile (that I loved). Maybe she HAD come? I wasn’t sure.

We sat there another little minute when she took my hand in both hers and said, “See ya, I got something I got to take care of,” and put my hand on her abdomen just above her crotch. “Anything I can help you with?” I responded. “Uh, No, I think you’ve done enough,” and then she wrapped her hand around my penis through my pants, gave a squeeze, got up and left. Oh god, why did she have to go and do that?



Games We Played: Secrets



My sister Laura and I continued to enjoy our 'close' relationship in our parents house. If we were on the couch watching TV and I slipped my hand into her pants, she more often than not would unsnap or unzip herself for me, open her legs and settle onto my hand. Conversely, there were occasional mornings when I woke to her wet mouth on my cock as she would drink me dry and then lean up to kiss me saying, "I needed a little Vitamin E this morning." I still loved her perfect butt best of all though, and there were many mornings when she would stand casually in her robe in the kitchen talking away, with her backside just inches from me as I sat at the table and 'explore' that perfect little ass beneath her robe with my fingers. It was our hermetically sealed little world.

But there was something Laura did not know. To fulfill a requirement for my degree I had taken a poetry class, and in the course of small group assignments, various discussions and mainly because of the seating assignment, I met Chrissy. Chrissy was almost the opposite of my sister (why was I always comparing women to my own sister now?). She had dark shiny hair, olive skin, full lips, perfectly coifed and she was sensual and relaxed in her movement and manner. She was a foreign student from Brazil and her father paid for her schooling, everything. She was also very self confident and for whatever reason she had taken to me right away. We went for coffees after class, then before class and it grew into lunch several times before progressing to walks and finally we found any pretense of meeting during the days; but I avoided a 'date.' Why?

Chrissy would press up against me now on our walks and lay her head on my shoulder when we sat. She did not speak the best English, but we really connected and I loved her relaxed and sensual nature. Several times during the week we would find little out of the way corners and make out. She had the most amazing kiss. Soft, enveloping me with her lips, like we had all the time in the world. I was already horny as hell, partly because of the 'games' Laura and I played, but also because for all the sex 'play,' there remained a sort of unspoken barrier of going-all-the- way between us. The end result was that I had had no hard core sex for almost a year now - and suddenly here is Chrissy purring in my ear in a hidden corner of the campus letting me slip my fingers lightly under her blouse as we made out.

The date issue became moot one day when Chrissy arrived in class, sat down next to me with her books, and shifting sideways in her chair (the way she did) said, "I have reserved for us a restaurant near my place I know. It would be so nice. Yes? We can go dancing after."

I blinked, "Ok, that sounds good."

Well the evening went better than I could have imagined. We talked nonstop, drank wine, danced afterward, and then she invited me into her apartment. We had shared a whole bottle of wine between us, which was another thing that never really happened between Laura and I. For all our craziness, we didn't drink. Therefore, it did not take much to feel pretty buzzed. "I'm a cheap drunk." I said as we were walking, her body leaned against mine. 

"You are not cheap," She purred in my ear, "You are dear."

I ended up staying the night! I left a single call on our voice message at home, "Uh, Laura, I'm out with some friends tonight. I might be pretty late before I get home." That was it, and I hung up the phone. 

I undressed Chrissy on her beautiful velvet sofa, which substituted as a bed and was almost the only piece of furniture in her one room efficiency. We kissed and touched and petted as I undressed her, with movements that were so lithe and slow, graceful - like a cat. But god I was so ready for a good fuck. It all felt so different than . . . *home* none of the trembling and fear, but not so hungry and passionate. Chrissy was all dark, dark hair, dark full lips, rich shining hair around my face as she lay on me, skin to skin. Her breasts were full, curves and flesh. She climbed on top and my cock lay between her legs. She shifted slightly and then rolled onto her back. I ran my hand through her center, down along her stomach and gliding my fingers into her bush, just looking at her full wide hips. She had a wonderful dark downy trail that extended to her navel. Her knees were bent slightly and she looked at me as I paused at the top of her puss. 

"Go on. I won't hurt you," She said.

I wrapped my hand around her puss front to back, the whole surface was wet and hot. I insinuated my fingers inside, split her open. "My little flower," I said. It was a flower, and I was thinking with Laura it is more like fruit. 

She said, "flor."

"What" I looked into her eyes.

"Flor - flower. It's Portugese. My bichano." She was pushing my hand into her puss as she said this.

I repeated, "bichano."

"Pussy."

I rolled onto her, letting my legs extend between hers. We started kissing endlessly again. I held her breast in my hand, "and this?" I asked.

"My teta," she whispered with a satisfied smile. 

I couldn't stand it anymore. 

"How do you say fuck?" 

"Foda, or we say fuck. The same." 

She was opening her legs wider, and I settled my cock between her legs and slid along the length of her bichano. I held my shaft at her open center, and said "and this, what is this?" as I looked down at my cock. 

"That's your penis." 

I laughed, "Universal language." 

I pushed softly and felt that heavenly pressure as I slid inside and was enveloped by her flesh. I pushed deep into her and rose and fell on her soft body, pressed into her hips. She pressed her cunny tightly against the base of my penis and tipped her hips so that I could feel her clit rub into me. She looked up at me with glassy eyes. I sucked her nipples 

"Boca,." she called them and continued, "Suck me harder, I love the way that feels."

I just kept saying "my little flower, I'm going to fill you. Oh God I love the way you feel."

It was all so different. The smell, the touch, the feel. In the back of my mind I couldn't get Laura out of my mind, and wondered - what it would feel like. I kept wondering and in a strange way it make me wilder and wilder. 

"You are hungry belo menino," she purred. I slid my length in her with her looking up at me, and she repeated, "my beautiful boy."

She said 'boy,' I thought. I just said, "It's been a long time."

"Really? I will reacquaint you."

We lay wrapped around each other, her soft full lips finding mine, her dark hair spread out around the pillow, and we made love in the dark room, pressing into one another, touching our tongues. I could feel myself beginning to come, she tipped her hip up into me and pulled me hard against her. 

"I'm going to come," I breathed out as I felt myself release fully into her, pressing my face into her neck and feeling the warm skin all around me. She continued rub her 'bichano' hard against me as I remained completely hard and I held on. Faster she pressed, wrapping her arms around my neck. I just held still above her. She was turning her head and saying "me vinda" and "oh god, me vinda." She was whimpering and shuddering beneath me.

I fell to her side and she wrapped her arms around me, settled her cheek on my chest, and we fell asleep. 

Once during the night I got hard, and sidled up behind Chrissy and let my cock slide between her legs, she just lifted her ass to me and I slid inside. 

"Oh," she said, "It has been a long time for you. Fuck me then belo, I'm tired. I will sleep."

So I silently fucked her as she lay there in the dark pre-dawn and filled her with my cum.

In the morning though I felt a sort of anxiety, not quite panic, and I slipped out of bed early. She opened her eyes as I slipped my pants on. 

"Uh, I've got to get back home. I didn't exactly let my sister know where I was last night. She'll worry."

Chrissy straightened on the bed letting me see her breasts, "I think she'll have some idea. You talk so much about your sister - Laura."

"I do?"

"Last night at the restaurant. You must be close?"

"We are," I said as I kissed her good morning, and left.

My Secret Revealed

I slipped into the house as quietly as I could. I don't even know why. But Laura was already up and in the kitchen.

"Where were you?" she said sounding curious, but somewhat strained.

"Uh, out with some friends."

"Friends or FRIEND?" She asked. "I know you met someone in one of your classes. How come you haven't said anything."

"I was waiting for the right time."

"We tell each other everything."

"I know."

"Did you fuck her?"

I sat silent blinking up at her. She looked tired, her blonde hair was falling in strands, head tilting. I sort of reached for the hem of her robe. She stepped back.

"Did you fuck her?"

I said, "Yes."

She looked at me, leaning against the door frame.

"What? Are you mad?"

She was silent. "It's only just that." 

She paused, before silently opening her robe. Oh my God! She was wearing the little red see through lingerie top with red furry collar and the red garters I had helped her pick out at the store, no panties. Her blonde pussy had that perfect tuft of hair at the bottom. The red gauze fabrics on her soft cream white skin and blonde hair. So perfect, with her narrow hips. I could see her small breasts through the sheer fabric. 

She had removed the black nylons and so the nylon straps on the garter hung loose around her thighs, "I wanted to surprise you last night."

She let go the edges of her robe, but it continued to hang open. Her face looked downward and then back up at me. She was sad right now. I got up from the chair, and started to walk over to her, I wanted to hold her.

Her eyes widened a bit and she stepped forward, but then stopping she said, "Don't you fuckin touch me. Not now. I got to go now anyway." While pointing back at the table she added, "get back in that chair." I must have had a sort of mortified, busted look on my face which she noticed, and was sort of making fun now as I sat back down easing the tension by saying, "and hands on the table. . . spread those legs." 

I laughed, and with hands on the table put my head down and then looked up at her with an attempt at puppy dog eyes, "you usually spread them for me."

"Maybe that's the problem." She pulled her robe around herself and then walked over to the table, and pulled back her robe and let it fall to the floor. She stood 'modeling' the outfit for me. "I've wanted to show it to you. I bought it for - you, I know you wanted to see it before. Well, What do you think?" 

"Your beautiful. My little girl."

Her blonde bush was right in my face now, her breasts hanging just above me. I was looking up at her, started to lift my hands from the table to just hold her. She sternly said, "get those hands back down. Don't you MOVE." Then she turned herself around so that her perfect ass was right in front of me, she held her arms out. I could see the place where her ass parted, and the swells of her perfect pussy lips peeking between her legs. She was spreading her legs for me. 

"Don't even think about moving." 

I stayed still, but leaned in toward her warmth and smell and gave her this perfect little kiss on the small of her back. 

There was a moment where I felt her melt and lean against me before, "Hey, you." 

She walked away and then over to her robe and put it back on, and she walked out of the room. 

Well that went pretty well I reasoned in my muddled little brain.

Chrissy Has a Secret Too

Next morning, I was still feeling bad, and I got up real early and fixed some nice coffee, got some toast and orange juice - the paper. I crept into Laura's room set up the food and crawled quietly into bed with her, slid to the center of the bed where she lay on her stomach asleep, and started to rub her back. She didn't move but I heard a nice soft moan. 

She opened her eyes at me, smiled, "It's ok you know. It just surprised me. You didn't TELL me anything."

I let my hand run lower and slid my fingers between her legs, she slid her thighs wide. "She's really great, she's from brazil."

"Is she pretty," Laura cooed as her hips rose and fell with my fingers running between her legs. "She's beautiful. Doesn't speak English too good."

"Figures," she laughed, and turned herself around as the cover slipped down so she was sitting naked on the bed with her legs open to me. "You like blondes or brunettes better?" 

"I think I'm still a blonde man." 

"Right answer. Give the boy a prize." She said, and scootched her puss toward me.

I leaned forward and began to lick her. She just lay back against the headboard and moved herself along my tongue. "You better fuckin make me cum, you owe me."

"I'll do anything," I said between my sucking. 

She started to push my head down, and I was slipping my fingers inside of her. She was working fast against my mouth, her cunny sliding along my tongue, as I slipped my finger inside her and stroked her steadily until she started to whimper and let out her short little moans, but still talking with me. She would alternately talk about the color of her hair. What her mouth was like. And between my sucking I kept telling her. 

Just as I knew she was about to come, she asked again, "So you fucked her? Your cock was insider her? Was she on top?" 

I answered all the questions. 

And then, "Did you think about me at all." 

"Almost the whole time," I answered truthfully.

And she came all at once in a wonderful wave as she crumpled onto the bed and slid herself down and I crawled up her body and wrapped around her. 

We spent the rest of the morning reading the paper, kissing, and touching before driving to school.

While in the car Laura said, "I'd like to meet her."

When I got to class, Chrissy was right at my side as I sat down. She grabbed my hand and played with my fingers. Then she said, "cut class with me. Come with me, I want to take you home."

I looked at her. We got up and surreptitiously walked from the room. It was about 1:45 PM as we walked into her room, and true to her word she had her little red dress down around her waist, no bra and I began to nibble on her oh so sensitive nipples. She let me take the rest of her clothes off and then undressed me. She sure knew what she wanted. It was so different than Laura.

She lay me on the bed and then crawled toward me like some kind of cat and began to suck my cock, really to get it nice and stiff - which means it was not for very long. She lifted her sensual body over me, letting her breasts drop right over my eyes and settled herself down, rising and falling on my shaft as it slid along the outside of her pink slit. Two shags in two days I thought to myself, unbelievable. I was still a little bit sore at the base of my cock from how hard she rode me, and I mentioned the same.

"You are sore? You may be sore very much then, in the future." She cooed at me.

I rolled on top of her again, and we fucked with such abandon. So natural and free, unselfconscious. And we came in a wonderful arched back wave before I dropped beside her, my cock still hard inside her. It all felt a little faster than the other day, but an afternoon delight - that is what they are like after all. I lay there next to her, a tangled mass of skin and hair. She kept kissing me with her wonderful full lips and looking into my eyes, but after awhile also at the clock. I noticed.

"Do you have to be somewhere" I asked. It was about 2:40 PM

"No, its only just that. . ." She paused and sat up on the bed while I reclined looking at her, "my fiancé is supposed come here at three."

"What! Your . . ." And I started to get out of bed. I am a lot of things, and I have been in some pretty weird shit, but I never wanted to be in a situation where someone would beat the shit out of me. And that was all I could think about.

She continued, "His name is Todd. I hope you are not angry." She sat now looking forlornly at me with her perfect breasts and little triangle black bush all akimbo as I was getting dressed.

This is fucking weird. I was pulling my shirt on and continued with my internal train of thought. "I got to get out of here." I even think I said, "this is fucking weird."

As I was slipping out I could here her, "I will see you tomorrow, yes?"

When I got home and told my story, Laura couldn't stop laughing. "My poor little brother." 

I can't say I was that upset. I hadn't really known her long enough, and the whole relationship still had that sort of superficial sheen to it that doesn't let it hurt that much. Besides, we hadn't exactly broken up either, had we? I was confused.

"I can't believe the weird relationships I get myself into." I confided.

Laura came over to me and gave me a nice soft kiss (so different than Chrissy), and said, "tell me about it." 

I just wrapped my arms around her, "I still have you." She looked at me but didn't answer.

My Turn (and Laura's Too)

I felt really tired that night, completely exhausted and I think I even went to be around 9 PM. It was a dark evening, very quiet. I was feeling pretty depressed. But the house was nice and cool, with only the hum of air conditioning and I was tired. I was out like a light . . . . 

************

"You are getting sleepy. You are getting sleepy. I am going to count backward from ten, at the end you will be completely in my control." 

I could hear a soft, quavering voice in the dark, and realized immediately 'My god Laura was in my room, she was going to hypnotize me!'

She was leaning in so close to my side, almost touching my cheeks with her lips. I could feel her warm breath on my ear and neck. 

"In two hours, you are going to get up and go to the bathroom. But when you go back, you are going to 'accidentally' go to my bedroom instead and get in my bed, instead of yours and fall to sleep. Understand?"

I waited just a breath, "Yes." I whispered. 

"Before you leave your room you will take off your pyjamas. You won't remember anything, and when I tell you to you will go back to your room." 

"Yes." 

She was gone.

I turned on a small light. My heart was pounding in my ears. It was our game - hypnotized, from when we were kids. We would slip into each others room and tell each other to do silly little things the next day that was our secret. How could I wait two hours?

Part of it was actually spent pacing. After one hour I carefully removed my pyjamas and sat at the edge of the bed with the stiffest cock I had ever had. I would set and look down at it like it was some kind of foreign object. I wanted to masturbate so bad, but knew better. Self control. Slow wins the race.

The two hours finally passed and I left my room. I went to the bathroom only because I knew she would be able to hear the door. There was no way I had to go to the bathroom. I stood inside a beat and then left again and headed for Laura's door.

I lay beside her and could feel her warmth beneath the covers. As I settled in, and lay silently I felt a small hand on my hip. She turned herself toward me and slowly shifted so that her head lay on my chest, wrapping her arms softly around my waist. She started to kiss my chest and down my stomach, further, nibbling and kissing her way under the covers. She took my cock in her mouth and softly chewed and sucked. Then back up to my chest, past my chest and to my face. She held my face between her hands and started kissing me softly. I let my lips part and she was biting my lower lip, running her tongue across my teeth, I felt her leg wrap up over my thigh and right on top of my hard cock. I lifted my arms and also held her waist (she too was naked) behind her back and pressed her down to me. 

We kissed and touched like this forever. Our hands running along the entire length of our bodies as we softly pressed into each other. I let my hand wander lower from behind and reached around the curve of her ass and curled my fingers into her puss. No sounds but our breathing.




Games We Played: Secrets



She slid further on top of me, opening her legs and positioning her pink center along the shaft of my penis, and then sliding along its full length. Up then down, covering me with her wetness. Reaching down I could feel her grasp and guided my shaft to her opening. She slid it along the length of her pussy. Back and back, I could feel her opening up around my tip and the closing pressure around the tip of my cock head then cock, as I pressed my hips upward. Then she let me slip out of her, and then pressing downward once more I could feel her - kissing me with her pussy. Then, soundlessly she let herself settle all the way down as I slid inside. 

Simultaneously, we let out this soft low moan, "oh, oh my god." She lifted upward so slowly my entire length and then let herself down all the way again. Time slowed, we had to move slow to allow every nerve to feel every pulse. I was deep inside of her. Could feel her pussy hairs brushing against me and her legs spread on each side. Her hair was fallen all around my face as she looked down at me, biting her lip. 

I whispered into her ear as I reached up and pulled her down onto me, "You're the one being naughty now little girl." 

She stopped sliding on me a moment, pushed herself upright and in the soft glow of her room was just sitting right on the base of my cock, legs open dripping wet, completely open to me. 

She looked down at me, "maybe just a little." Then continued with, "but it feels so good, sweet jesus, you feel so good." And then, "What are you gonna do with your bad little girl then." 

"I'm gonna have to spank you." 

"On my bottom?" She pushed down on me as she said that. 

"Yes," as I lifted her up on my shaft and then down again, up then down. Pressing hard into her each time, feeling her bounce against me, "Like this." 

"Oh, I won't be bad anymore." she said and pressing her cunt into me leaned her head to my ear, "Promise." 

"You're still going to get a really good spanking, for being such a bad little girl."

I pressed her hips back as she slid on me so that I could feel her clit rub the entire length of my penis. She straightened her legs out along mine. We just moved in this rhythm with each other, she let herself sink down so her breasts were on my chest and she kissed me so that her tongue was touching mine. I also reached back and pressed my finger deep into her ass and stroked her there, while pulling and pushing her against my shaft. 

As I pressed my fingers into her ass she said, "you bad boy." 

I responded, "just seeing how many ways I can enter you." 

"Oh, so many ways. So many. Enter all of them," she cooed. 

Rocking her hips onto me, laying her hands on my chest and sliding her cunt back and forth hard at the base of my cock. Harder and Harder. I could hear her breathing get heavier and heavier. She had a sort of whimper, that would intersperse with "are you spanking me? Is this my spanking." 

I would say, "yes. I need to spank you real hard. Spank your Cunt."

"You're fucking me. Say it."

"I'm fucking you."

"Fuck me! I'm going to come." 

She had let loose these plaintive screams, crying out now and holding and rolling on top of me. I could feel her tightening and contracting on me. Felt her dropping onto my chest and rising up again. Her nails were digging into me. She was getting pretty loud. 

"Fuck," she said twice, and then a mad thrash on top of me, and she just dropped onto my chest. Her hair sprawling across my face was wet, she was disheveled. The smell of sex was all around us, wet and warm. She looked up at me. I took my hand and wiped the corner of her mouth, her forehead was wet. She just looked at me, put her head on my cheek, turned it up and so softly kissed me. Her mouth was cool and she bit down on my tongue. 

She wrinkled her nose, "YOU haven't come yet have you?" She asked. 

I kissed her. 

She continued, "Get on top. Fuck me. Do as I say, you are still under my control." 

I laughed, "Your wish is my command."

"This always was your favorite game."

I stayed inside her as I held her tight against me and then rolled, she fell onto her back, her eyes wide. I rolled right on top. 

She was laughing too now, "I liked that." She let her legs go wide, and whispered, "stay inside me forever. Cum in me." 

I started to move inside her, could feel her muscles tighten and contract. She was so wet now so open. 

"I like my little peach, can I eat a little peach from my little girl? I'm still hungry." 

"Yes, your bad little girl!" 

I let myself enter her with my entire length. Kissed her, felt her tongue cool now in my mouth. She let her hands curl around my back let them rest down by my butt. I fucked her, harder and harder, until I could feel her press down into the bed on each thrust, she had her legs up at my sides and her hips were pushing up in rhythm and I could feel the cum rise in me. 

I looked at her, watched her beautiful eyes, and said, "I'm going to cum." 

"Go on. Yes. Go on. Cum in me, cum in my pussy. You like my pussy?" 

She started to sink her nails into my back, down lower and scratch. It really set me off, I had a low groan and could feel the incredible wave. There were flashes of light and my brain reeled like a fire running through me. Time disappeared. I vanished. She vanished, the moment - the little death. And I literally was growling as I pushed into her, cuming in wave upon wave. Emptying myself completely before dropping beside her on the bed.

"So goooood." I said in such a low voice, bringing my lips to hers, kissing her mouth and hair that was draped over her cheek.

Sweat, cum, pussy, skin, hair everywhere. We kissed and fell asleep in each others arms, legs wrapped in a mass of tangled parts. We were in pieces! Laughing together silently before we drifted off.

Morning

About 7:00 a.m. I woke slightly, sun was just coming up. There was a thump somewhere in the house. I stirred lightly, let my hand drift to a little puss that was nearby. Blonde. Laura opened her eyes sleepily. 

"Hey you," she said. 

We heard another thump - a garage door.

Then her eyes widened, she whispered furtively, "Shit. Their home. Ok. Back to your room!" 

You could hear another door - our parents were in the house! 

Now I was up! I started to get out of bed, I was naked! What the hell, how do I get back to my room. 

"My robe, grab my robe." 

It was laying at the foot of the bed. I put it on, it did not fit, but it closed ok. I kind of walked back and forth in the room, then headed for the door, started to open it. 

"And you won't remember anything," my sister laughed. 

"Yeah right," 

I left. About a minute later you could hear from the first floor as they were coming up the stairs and saw me, "Up already dear. Did we wake you!" 

"Uh, I was just in the bathroom mom." 

"That robe does not fit you anymore dear. We'll have to get you a new one."



Games We Played: While Shopping



Chapter 4, from a series which includes Games we Played, Games We Played - Interlude, and Games We Played - Hypnotized.

"Do you want to go shopping with me?" 

Laura was standing in the doorway, wearing a yellow half top and a white skirt which hung loose about her narrow hips. Her blonde hair was straight and hung down around her face. She had never asked me this before.

"Where?" I asked.

"I just want to go to the Enclosed Mall. I want company."

I wasn't doing anything, and we were spending more and more time together. In fact a person watching us today from eight months earlier would not see the same two people occupying this space. We shared the bathroom now in the morning. It was her standing at the mirror scrubbing and exfoliating, wearing only her panties while I readied for the shower. Some mornings we shared the shower, "to save water." Weekends I would take the morning papers, sneak into her room and climb under her covers and gently caress her soft skin until she woke, kiss her on the nose and feed her coffee as she read the paper. She kissed my neck now in greeting in the kitchen. The house was ours, mom and dad had been in Florida all winter, then somewhere in California during the spring, and most recently, for the hell of it, decided to take a cruise to watch whales somewhere.

She was still in the doorway blinking her eyes at me, smiling.

"Uh, yeah sure, just a second." I was without shirt, just jeans and no shoes.

She drove, we had the radio playing in the background. "Thanks. I really need a Man's advice on some outfits."

I said, "I'm your brother."

She looked over at me, and I realized. "Well, I am," I continued.

She changed the subject, "Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Uh, Yeah, sure I think your s-sexy."

She looked at me.

"You certainly have an effect on me. That's the best kind of sexy," I added as I kissed her cheek then neck. She smiled.

"Well, I want to look sexy this summer. Will you help? I was thinking of starting at Victoria Secrets, we'll work from the inside out."

Interesting, I thought.

When we arrived, the Victoria Secret store was right at the entrance. We went inside and I casually looked around to see if we might know someone. I was very nervous about that for some reason. 

"It might be a little odd if someone sees me here with you in this underwear store," I said.

"It's lingerie," she corrected, but otherwise ignored me.

The place is a veritable paradise for a guy. Who cares that it's a bunch of foam models showing off the underwear (lingerie), just the shape of a fine foam ass modeling thong panties can solidly get a guy off, especially one my age. I loved looking around at the women shopping, imagining what they would look like in whatever it was they were perusing or holding. I loved touching the cotton, muslin, lace, silk. . . .

"Get over here, I wanted your help."

She started at the bras. She was touching and alternately holding onto various bras, holding some against her chest, checking tags. 

I said, "I would go for saucy wench." 

Without stopping her search she said, "you're on the right track." 

And so, I helped. I picked out tiger print panties, and pointed out the special padded bras which the ads said would push the breasts together 'saucy wench style.' Then I picked up some thong bikinis and held them out to her. "Have you tried these?" Her eyes got wide. No she never had. So I grabbed several of those. I didn't realize it but she had wandered off.

When she next appeared she said, "How about this?"

She held up a red lace see through nightshirt with a fluffy collar, and then the sheerest matching panties. She also had a pack of black stockings, and a red crotchless garter to hold them up with. "Uh, Yeah, that could do some serious damage." She literally clicked her heels together.

"There, that should be enough. I want to try some of this stuff on."

We immediately realized the logistical problem. She couldn't model anything out in the open for me from what we had picked out. She went to the helper person at the back and talked out of my hearing. I saw her point at me, and I waved. 

She came back, "You can come in with me."

I looked around, "What? They let you do that." 

"She said so," took my hand and pulled me inside the little dressing room. Locked the door.

The rooms were large and had mirrors on all three walls, with a smaller fourth mirror on the door. There was a little chair in the corner for someone just like me. I sat there and watched as my sister lifted her half top up over her head, unclasped her bra and let it fall in front of her. 

"This bra is terrible," she said. 

"Glad you got it off then," I contributed.

She was standing so naturally in front of me without any top, just like in the bathroom in the morning, but we were out and about now. Plus with the mirrors it was like there were ten of her, along with twenty swelling breasts and each bearing a lovely little nipple. I was surrounded. 

"I'll help you all day like this." I chirped.

Next she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt, letting it slide to the floor. She was wearing no panties! I said the same, and she just giggled. 

"If only you'd known, right?" She fluttered her eyelids at me, "There's a lot of things about me you don't know."

Now I had her in this enclosed space at a shopping mall completely nude in front of me. How could I resist? I reached out my hand, "Come here." I took her hand and she walked up in front of me, I wrapped my arms around her butt and nuzzled my face into her tummy right at the navel. "Mmm, you smell nice." I paused, her warmth rising up over me and I added, " I smell sex."

"You just wait! Here." She jumped back away from me.

She slipped on the thong panties first, leopard print. Stood facing me with the smallest of triangle patches covering her blonde puss. 

"It does feel good." She cooed. 

"I thought you couldn't try those on." 

" I told the lady that I would buy them for sure, said I wanted you to see." And she wrinkled her eyes in a smile. Then she turned her back to me, and there before me was just her butt enveloping the string - her most perfect feature. 

"Oh my god. I can't believe it. They look Great!" 

She came over and leaned down so her breasts were dangling in front of me like fruit. "I'll have one of these," I said as I reached out to her. She kissed me soft on the lips. 

Then she tried on the bra, clasped it at the back saying, "This one had the padding," as she lifted the straps over her shoulders and adjusted her hair. And true to form it pressed her lovely orbs together. Definitely the saucy little wench look. It too was the leopard print design same as the thongs. 

"You are my little tiger," I said.

"Your leopard." she corrected. 

I was randomly reaching out my hand when her back was to me now, and settled my fingers nicely between her legs. She was parting her legs now, giving me full access and without acknowledging my intrusion said, "do you like the way this one looks on me?" 

My mind was muddled barely heard her in fact as I had one finger sliding now the length of her little pink slit. It was soaking wet, she took in some deep breaths, pressed her ass back toward me. I drew a small circle at her clit.

"You think it's sexy?" she asked again. 

I just said, "yes." 

"Next." And she walked just outside my reach carefully removing her *little* outfit for the next one. This one was the sheerest white fabric, so that you could see her soft cream colored skin underneath, even the soft brown of her nipples through the bra. The panty was a bikini 'brief' this time, but left nothing to the imagination. 

"Um, I like the way that one wraps around your, um, mound," I said thoughtfully, seriously. 

She laughed, "my mound." 

"Well what would you like your brother to call it." 

"Pussy." She mouthed at me.

In a moment of play, she came over and sat on my lap so that my cock pushed right up against her bottom through my shorts and she wriggled her hips down on me wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Here she sat in the sheerest pair of panties and bra I had ever seen, and she tilted her head to me, fluttered her lashes. We were eye to eye, her mouth inches from mine. 

"Mmm, there's something there. That for me?" And she looked down at my lap. 

"Maybe someday," I answered. 

She wriggled some more, and then wrinkled her nose at me, leaned in and kissed me soft on the mouth. I involuntarily pressed my hips up into her, could feel the center of her pussy. I reached down and unzipped my shorts, and let my little (not so little) guy free. His blue little head popped out. She shifted slightly to let my hand in but then sat down right where she was before. There was only the thin fabric she was wearing between us. I could feel her wet little puss on the head of my cock, and that wonderful feeling of pressure pressing down on my cockhead. She moved her hips in a forward and back motion. Between us we had so wetted the fabric that I slid freely between her legs. 

She put her mouth right at my ear, "mmm, my bad little boy. I guess he should get some reward for helping me do all this boring shopping." 

I couldn't even talk, could feel my cum rising. I grabbed her hips and started sliding her, guiding her back and forth on my lap. 

"Oh, god, do you know what you're doing to me?" I breathed quietly as I looked up into her eyes.

"I have some idea. You must like this one." 

"It's perfect, really per - " 

"mmm, you like how my pussy feels in this fabric? You like my pussy? Say it." 

"I like, your pussy." 

She added in a quiet whisper, "You want to fuck this little pussy? Huh. You want to Fuck me?" 

I stammered, "yes, oh fuck, yes." 

And just hearing those words I started to cum, I was pressing my hips up, holding her against me as I was straightening my knees and started to ride up the mirror. She was wrapped around me, holding onto my neck, and I looked up and could see ten of us in the mirror extending back as far as the eyes could see. Her ass and legs wrapping around me, the sheer panties showing her cream skin through. Her blonde hair falling down along her back and around her shoulders, her head thrown back and then forward again. I sprayed so much cum, and because my cock was sliding upward and basically pointing at me, it sprayed up the entire front of my shirt. I was lost in a reverie, we could have been anywhere. 

As I settled down and we started to gain our senses again, she climbed down off of me, stood on unsteady legs and looked at me, "Oh my God. Look at you!" And she started laughing. 

I had enormous wet spots covering the front of my shirt. Plus, great long lines of cum still sticking to me, soaking my front. I was in a panic. "What are we going to do?" 

There were no answers. We could sit here for ANOTHER half hour more waiting for it to dry. 

My sister said, "no one will notice." I looked at her with my mouth open. She kissed me, "Just believe it and it will be true." Then she added, "And . . . I guess I will have to model this one another time." 

She held up the sheer red nightshirt with fluffy collar, the matching garters, and the black nylons. Fuck, that was the one I so wanted to see her in! 

She mused, "I'm going to buy it anyway. You never know when you might really need to look - Sexy." 

She left the sheer panties and bra on, I could see that her panties were wet through as well. She just put her skirt and top back on, then her shoes. 

She took my hand, my sorry wet self, pulling me out of my seat and we worked our way to the cash register. I was beet red, following her closely trying to hide my front and trying not to garner any attention, which was not working as all the various women were turning their heads and following me as we moved through the length of the store. It was so obvious.

Laura went up to the counter. All confidence, " I want these, and I decided to just wear the cream bra and panty. Here are their tags." They rang everything up, bagged the goods. The cash register girls kept looking at me and smiling, looking at each other, then turning and looking my way again. Laura also glanced back at me with a sideways glance, smiling the whole time - the proud owner of a cum soaked, disheveled, bad little boy.



Games We Played



She took each leg and motioned as if she were sliding them into their sockets. Then she took my legs and bent them up to my chest a couple of times. Oh this was all so amazing. I was doing whatever she wanted now. She threw me a towel. “I think you better lay this on the bed. I need you to turn over now.” She looked at me, smiled, “Having fun?” “You have no idea” I said. “Good, it was always MY favorite.” I turned over - onto my little towel.

She worked on my head, put it on. Then massaged my back forever, I have know idea what dollmaking purpose was served by this wonderful back rub, aside from the ‘installation’ of my shoulder blades, but I just lay there and took it all in. I was getting so relaxed, almost asleep in fact, when she started to work on my butt. She was using her fingers in a careful sawing motion together with a kind of cupping and molding massage. I could just imagine she was making my butt crack! Wow! Down and deeper with those slender fingers, pushing along the surface toward by anus, and then over the top back and forth scrapping lightly across my opening, causing me to involuntarily push my ass in the air. Oh, my god. “You are one hell of a doll maker dear.” I sighed. “It takes time to make quality,” she said quietly back. Her mind was on other things. She took one finger and right at the surface of my anus she pushed, she pushed again as I raised my hips. She pushed her finger down to the first little knuckle. I could feel her nail. I could not stand it anymore. I was actually on the verge of coming. I could barely breath. She lifted her finger back out and turned me around. I complied.

“That leaves just one thing,” she said. “I think I am going to make you a boy doll.” She said so seriously. “Reeaaaly. . .” I said back. We both laughed. I had been laying naked on her bed for over an hour. It was like no foreplay I had ever experienced before. She took her finger and touched just the tip of my penis and rubbed the precum around the whole head. I just said, “oh, just push down on the end, do it just once.” I think I said it with such a need that she complied. Oh, that was what I had needed for quite awhile. “Oh, once more,” It felt so good. She went back to sliding her finger around on the tip. “Now I got to see you, so now we’re even,” but more to herself. She wrapped her hand around my penis, it was so wet she could slide it up and down. She took her other hand and laid it between my legs and held my balls. She looked at me and she looked at my little (not so little) guy. I alternately closed my eyes, lifted my hips, and looked back at her. 

She was sitting right at my side now, sort of on her knees, and so I had managed to insinuate my hand underneath her bottom, and despite the fact she was wearing jeans had managed to work my hands between her legs and was rubbing her from the top of her puss back to her ass, in the same rhythm that she was rubbing me, and which I could tell she liked. Several times I heard an involuntary moan, and I know I was making them as well. Heaven. Heaven. I wanted this to last and last. 

She was still sliding her hand on my cock up and down slowly. “If I am going to finish you and dress you up now, I believe that you are going to need some release. I can tell this boy doll needs to be emptied out a little.” And she took a firmer grip (as I took a firmer grip of her). And she started a kind of wrist twist with her fingers across the top of my penis, and pointing it straight up at my chest. “I’m going to cum,” I whispered. “I’m going to cum.”   “I know, you bad little boy,” she smiled. “Me?” I protested. But then I could feel myself coming, pushing my hips up into the air turning my head back and forth, “Oh god, oh god” and I came. Ribbons of cum spread up onto my chest. On and on, I completely vanished - spent. She was watching my face, the desire on my mouth and in my eyes. I then just lay back motionless with my eyes closed. I reached under myself, grabbed the towel and started to wipe myself off. “My God, Thanks,” I said. “That was nice,” she got up, glowing, literally glowing. From my rubbing between her legs, and how hot and wet she had to be, I basically knew she needed a release as much as I had. But, I was spent, still ‘recovering.’ “Now I can dress you.”

She brought out a fresh pair of underwear, boxers. She slid them up my legs, I lifted my hip and over my now soft member. She did an amazingly sweet thing then, she took the palm of her hand and cupped it over my penis and gave it a nice little pat. Considering what we had just done, I was still pretty amazed.  She brought out some pants, slid them on same as the boxers. She took a T shirt pushed me up in an upright position and got behind me and slid on the T shirt - kissed me lightly on the neck, and then an open shirt, buttoned them and then ‘tucked’ them into my pants. So intimately, so slowly. Her hands were totally aware, totally comfortable now with my body, my stomach, my hip bone. I even became aware of my own hand wrapped around her thigh, not even realizing I had done that. 

“There, my boy doll. And now a kiss to bring my doll boy to life.” She sat me on the bed, leaned in slow and kissed me softly on the lips. Looked at me again, and then bit lightly my lower lip. I touched her tongue with mine, leaned in and kissed her as well with my hand finding hers. We played with each others fingers. I reached up and just lay my hand on her breast, could feel her firm little nipple. “Good game I said, way better than I remember it.” She laughed, “I thought you’d like it. And there IS your version of this game - remember.” “Oh, my god, that’s right - sculpture!”

I can imagine what each of us did when we went to bed that evening.