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Half Sister

By: hollandguy



My name is Ryan. I grew up in a pretty normal house. My parents divorced when I was eleven and my mom moved my sister and me across the state to start over. My sister and I had a completely normal childhood and grew up to be normal adults. 

When I was around 22, I discovered an incest themed chat room and began discussing it with others. It was mostly mother and son or father and daughter but what really got me going was all the brother and sister stories. This experience led me to find more incest chat rooms and to create a fake profile posing as a 19 year old girl who was interested in incest. 

A few years later, when I was 27, my sister called me out of the blue and dropped a bombshell. She had gotten the real story as to why our parents had split up; our father had an affair which resulted in him fathering another child. I was in complete shock. I thought she was pulling my leg but she wasn't, she was telling me the truth. 

A few weeks later I was headed out to Detroit to meet my half sister, Jessica. When she arrived at my father's house and got out of the car, the first thing I thought was 'wow, my sister is a hottie'. She was about 5'9 110; she had great tits, probably 32C, long shapely legs, and an amazingly tight ass. We chatted for a while and got to know each other a better. Throughout the entire time we talked, I kept on thinking how sexy she was. Later that night on the way home all I could think about was how much fun it would be to fuck a hottie like that.

When I returned home, I went back to my normal routine of incest chat. Then one day, I was chatting with a guy who set up a fake MySpace account, claiming to be a 19 year old girl who was in a consensual sexual relationship with her natural father. After he had gotten enough friends and such to make the fake profile seem legit, he started chatting up his daughter about incest until he was able to fuck her. This led me to think 'maybe I can fuck Jess this way.'

That night I set my plan in action. I knew Jess would be turning 18 that summer and was going to attend Eastern Michigan University in the fall. That was my in. I then set up a MySpace of a girl named Tracy who was 20, attending EMU, who also happened to be fucking her dad. I got as many people from EMU as I could to friend me and then I began my adventure. I started that fall by sending her a message saying 'hi' and that I went to EMU as well, and if she needed anything I would be glad to help. I then put in a friend request for her, hoping when she read my profile she would accept me. The next day I got a response from her, she said 'thanks' and if she needed anything she would let me know. Then she accepted me and I was in. 

I began chatting with her via e-mail for a couple of days till she suggested yahoo chat. The first time we talked was just normal stuff really but then out of nowhere she asked "So what's with your profile? Is it true?" 

I waited a second before typing "About my dad and I?" 

"Um yeah," she responded. 

I quickly typed "Yes." After receiving no response I typed "Does that bother you?"

"I guess not," she replied. 

"Have you ever thought about it?" I asked. She told me she hadn't because she didn't know her father, our dad, while she was growing up and she didn't know she had a brother until recently. I told her that for me, as "Tracy", sex with my father was so much hotter because of the taboo.

"That makes sense I guess." 

In response I typed, "If you ever get the chance to fuck a family member definitely consider it, you won't be disappointed."

"Ok I will." She said. "I gotta go ttyl" Wow! I was so hard. I had just been talking to my hot ass little sister about fucking family and she seemed somewhat receptive about it. This was too good to be true.

I continued to chat with her a couple of times a week and would occasionally steer the topic to incest to keep her thinking about it, but I needed something more. The process was taking too long. Then I got an idea. I asked her if she had ever thought about or had been with another girl. To my surprise she said "I have thought about it." Sweet, I thought. Jess then said she thought my picture, "Tracy's", was hot. I told her she was hot too and asked if she wanted to exchange pictures, as I had several nude pictures of the girl whose picture I used for my profile.

"Sure." She said, so I sent 4 pictures to her e-mail. A minute late her IM screen popped up "Wow you have a great body," she said. "Ok I gotta go take some, brb." Then about ten minutes later I got the e-mail I had been dying for. I opened it up to see Jess had sent five pictures of herself in just a little pink thong and four more of her completely nude. I was so hard I had to get off the computer to jerk off. I told her how hot I was looking at her pictures, but I had to go. She said "Ok I will ttyl."

We continued chatting for a couple more weeks and every time I would find a way to talk about dad, while jerking off regularly to her pictures. Then one day while chatting she asked "Is it really better with family?"

"God yes," I said, and then a pause. "Why?" I typed. A few seconds later I got the response I was waiting for.

"I think I want to try it with my brother." Yes, yes, yes, yes! I was so excited reading that I was shaking. 

"Good for you." I typed. "You won't regret it"

"I just have one question," she said. "What if he doesn't want to?" I told her that she should get high or drunk with him so that if he is not into it she could pass it off as being messed up. I also told her to wear something kind of revealing around him so he would start thinking with his dick. 

"Ok thanks, I'm going to call him now. Wish me luck." 

I replied, "Just relax and have fun, ttyl" A few seconds later my phone rang. 

"Hey big bro." She said. "I'm gonna come visit, got time for your little sis?" 

"Of course I do," I said.

"Sweet, I will be there in a couple of hours," she replied and we said goodbye.

When Jess arrived we decided we would go to a local bar since it was Friday night and she had a pretty convincing fake. She headed into the shower to get ready. While she was in there I took the opportunity to snoop in her bag. Wow was she planning on being seen. She had four sexy thongs, a red lace teddy, and a black garter belt with stockings. I could not believe this is happening. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. I then went back into the living room and waited for her. When Jess was done with her shower she came out in just a towel that barely covered her sexy ass. She then disappeared into the spare room to get dressed. She came out dressed to the nines, wearing a short jean mini skirt with a purple blouse and knee high black leather boots with the stockings as well. She looked so good I wanted to take her right then and there.

We went to the bar and had a good time. We each had a pretty nice buzz when we got back home. When we got into the house she asked what I had to drink. "I have some rum above the stove," I replied.

She asked, "Do you want one too?" 

"Sure." I replied as she opened the cupboard. Jess couldn't quite reach so I stepped behind, intentionally pressing tight against her body to pull the bottle down for her. Jess turned her head to look at me as she pressed her ass back against my already hard cock. I put the bottle down and placed my hands on her hips, pulling her tighter into my cock as I whispered in her ear, "God damn you look good tonight." 

"So do you," she said as she turned around and brought her lips up to mine. It was amazing. My plan was working out well: there I was making out with my sister in the kitchen. She began stroking my cock through my jeans, then undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her sexy black lace thong, matching garter belt ,and thigh high stockings that I had seen earlier in her bag. I moved my hands around to her ass, squeezing it as I lifted her up to the counter and began to pull her panties down. There it was the sexy pink mound that I had been jerking off to for weeks.

I broke our kiss and dropped to my knees, starting to furiously lick her beautiful pussy. She started moaning and bucking her hips, her silky stocking covered legs wrapping around my back and her hands pulling my face deeper into her. After only three or four minutes she couldn't take it anymore. She screamed in ecstasy, "Oh yes oh! God yes!" She soon started to convulse in pleasure. I continued lapping at her young pussy until her whole body quivered from my touch. I stood back up and kissed her deeply again, letting Jess taste her own juices off my tongue.

"Oh my god that was good," she said, "but we are just getting started." She pushed me back and hopped off the counter. She then led me down the hall to my bedroom. We began kissing again and she removed her blouse and bra, revealing her beautiful tits to me. I began kissing and sucking on them while she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. "OMG," she said as my cock sprung free from my pants. "Damn it's big," she exclaimed with a smile. She pushed me down on the bed and I lay back as she grabbed my rock hard member and began sucking it, stopping only to say "You have a really nice cock." I was impressed my eighteen year old sister was taking all of my thick 7 inches in like a pro. After a few minutes she stopped again and climbed up on the bed, straddling my face for 69. There I was with my cock in my baby sister's mouth and my tongue in her pussy.

I pushed her down a bit and started tonguing her asshole. She started moaning louder and louder while sucking until she started bucking up and down on my face in an orgasm at the same time. That was all I could take. I released rope after rope of my hot sticky cum down her throat. Jess then turned around and kissed me while falling along side of me, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. We laid there for a moment, sharing a cigarette, while playfully kissing and touching each other. Nothing was said but we both knew, this was only getting started.

After twenty minutes or so of softly kissing and petting each other, Jessica kissed me deeply, and then she grabbed hold of my cock and asked "Well, are you ready to fuck your baby sister?" Just her saying those words caused me to almost lose it. Wasting no time, I rolled over on top of her, the head of my cock touching the outer folds of her pussy for the first time. It was electric; my skin tingled as if I had electricity flowing over my body. I began kissing her once again while teasing her a bit by just inserting the head an inch or so then pulling back out. "C'mon baby, put it in and fuck your baby sister." That was all I needed to hear. With that a rammed my full 7 inches deep into her mound. "Oh my god it's so big," she exclaimed as I pumped in and out of her slowly at first, then building momentum and speed. 

I whispered in her ear "God your pussy feels good." She began moaning louder and louder. "Oh yes, oh! God, yes! Fuck me, fuck me harder." As I began picking up the pace, fucking her harder and deeper, she put her fingers on my back pulling me to her lips and kissing me. "Oh god yes, I'm going to cum." I quickly pulled all the way out of her for a second then forcefully slamming it back home. This was too much for her; she dug her nails deeply into my back breaking the skin, as she came to her third orgasm of the night.

When her orgasm subsided I pulled out and lay back, her climbing on top of me straddling my cock. She again grabbed my cock and inserted it into her wetness and started rhythmically fucking me while I kissed and sucked on her perky young tits. She built up a steady pace and asked "Do you like fucking your baby sister?" I responded, "God yes."

"Good." She said. "I love my big bro fucking me." And with that she began to bounce up and down on my cock faster and faster. "Yes, yes, yes," she cried. As I was building up to climax, I placed my hands on her hips pulling her down onto me deeper. I looked her in the eye and said "I love you sis," and at that moment we both erupted in orgasm. She began kissing me and said "I love you too".

She collapsed into my arms and we laid there, a sweaty mass. As I lay there listening to her breathing, she looked up at me and said" WOW! You were right, it is better with family" shocked I said "What?" As if I didn't know what she meant. She replied "Yes Ryan or should I call you Tracy, but it's ok because I'm yours now. I love you." She kissed me and laid her head on my chest. Exhausted we slowly fell asleep in each other's arms. 

I awoke the next morning to Jess playing with my cock. She looked at me and said, "Wanna take a shower?" As if I could say no. We showered and picked up where we left off the night before. We spent the rest of the weekend pleasuring each other, before she had to return to school.

Jess continued coming home every weekend to be with me. At this point it was more than just having sex with my baby sister, we were in love. At the end of the semester she transferred to Grand Valley State so she could be with me full time. She moved in and we began our new life together. No one who knew us was aware that we were related so we played it off like we were boyfriend and girlfriend. On her 20th birthday I asked if she would be my wife. Three weeks later we got married in Vegas. We continue to be completely devoted to each other as husband and wife as well as brother and sister.

Half-Sister, Full Lover



I lived alone at the time, my wife and I having been separated for nearly a year. You know how those things go...we just had different paths, I guess. I work at a software/gaming company. I test out some of the stuff to help out, but I mostly work with programming code. After my wife and I split, I tried dating, thinking I could get right into it again after three years, but I found out differently. About four bad dates later, I quit trying to date, figuring that if I just chilled out, the opportunity would present itself. I even tried partying with friends from work, but they kept trying to set me up with these barflies and otherwise untrustworthy women. After a few weeks of this I gave up on that, and porn became my best friend. I went out and bought a new computer, the latest model with the best hardware and software, and started downloading porn from various sites, building up quite a collection, something I'd wanted to do as a teenager. Don't get me wrong, porn isn't something I spend all my time with. It's just that I've been something of a horn-dog since I was a kid. 

After the split, I moved into a two-bedroom apartment, and I kept the second bedroom open in case one of my friends from work had to sleep off a hangover or something like that. I grew pretty comfortable living on my own, and began to wonder why I'd gotten married in the first place. One day while I was cooking breakfast, my doorbell rang. I answered it and was shocked. My younger sister, Hannah, stood there, all of nineteen with raven black hair and brown eyes. She's more like my half-sister, since my dad remarried, and she's half Japanese, which turned out in her case to be an awesome combination of a willowy body with larger assets. I hadn't seen her since she was in diapers, and I was amazed at how quickly she'd seemed to grow up! From looking at my stepmother, I wouldn't have expected Hannah to have turned out to be so beautiful! It also saddened me to realize that I hadn't been around to really be her big brother. I'd left to live with my mother after my folks split up when I was nine, and only visited my pops a few summers. I couldn't stand being around my stepmother longer than a summer at a time. But here she was, out of the blue, standing on my doorstep. 

Hannah smiled uncertainly at me, and I put my arms out. She stepped into my arms, returning a slightly awkward hug. 

"I know I should've called first," she shrugged, "but I thought I'd surprise you." 

I affirmed that I was indeed surprised, and she continued, "I'm starting college here in a couple weeks, but there's some problem with my dorm room. Dad said you lived in this area, so I was hoping that I could stay here until they fix it." 

Now that she mentioned it, I did kind of remember Dad saying that she'd be going to college in the fall, but I had never thought to ask where. Some brother I was!

Feeling like this might be a chance to make up for being such a shitty brother, I laughed, "Sure, what kind of brother would I be to say no?" 

She replied, "My only brother..." 

I offered to help her bring in her luggage. She sniffed the air, which was redolent of bacon and scrambled eggs, my specialty, and asked, "How about some breakfast first?" 

I gave her the bacon and scrambled eggs that I'd made for myself, and started cooking a new batch for myself. She sat at the small table and began eating.

"If all your food is this good," she grinned around a mouthful of eggs, "I'm just gonna have to come by all the time."

I shrugged, "Heck, if you want, just come live here and tell them you don't want the dorm room after all."

"I can't do that. I didn't even tell you I was coming here in the first place. I don't want to cramp your style. Besides, you just got divorced, didn't you? I'd just be in the way."

"Cramp my style?" I laughed, "I cramp my own style so much that I think having you here might even un-cramp it. Think about it, how cute is a guy that lets his little sister stay here while she goes to college? You're a babe-magnet!"

She giggled, "You degenerate! I haven't even been here ten minutes and you're using me to score with chicks!"

I sat down with my food and crunched on a piece of bacon, "Seriously, you can stay here as long as you want. Between my job and your classes, we might not see much of each other, though. But, for as long as you want to stay, make yourself at home."

For the time being, she assured me that she'd just be staying until her dorm room was available. After breakfast, I helped her bring her bags into the apartment, and I set her up in the second bedroom. As she was unpacking some of her things in the room, I glanced around, glad that I'd gotten into the habit of picking up after myself. It was one of those things that I'd picked up on only after I became single. Glancing around, my eyes happened on the computer. I thought about all the porn I'd collected on there. I was serious when I told Hannah she could make herself at home, and that meant my computer, but what would she think if she found all that porn? She'd probably think I was some pathetic, deranged, sex-fiend. I sat down and began gathering all the files into one big folder, and then hid it in a series of subfolders. She'd have to know it was there to be able to find it. After I'd finished hiding my collection on the computer, I went around the apartment, hiding my videos and magazines as well. What can I say, I like porn. Some of it is pretty retarded, and a lot of it is redundant, but it helps to alleviate some of the pressure, you know?

The next week, the two of us settled into an easy routine. Her classes started, some of them in the morning, a few in the afternoon, and my work schedule began at seven and ended at four. I can tell you, I wouldn't put in that many hours unless I enjoyed my job. I'd get home around four-thirty and change, alleviate some pressure (wink, wink), and after a shower, I would start on dinner. Hannah's class ended around five-thirty or thereabouts, and she'd get home about six off the transit bus, we'd eat, and then just chill out and put our feet up, watching movies or whatever. It was a little surprising how easily we got along, even with our distance growing up. I mean, we did have a few small glitches, like when she'd invite her friend over without clearing it with me, but those glitches were minor, and were simple to get around. Besides, her friend was pretty cute. The only real problem...as we hung out in the evenings and over the weekends, I couldn't help but begin to notice...my sister was hot! Don't judge me. I'm willing to bet my savings that any of you guys with a hot sibling have thought that same thing before. Her outfits that she wore to school were pretty hot, knee-length skirts, midriff blouses, low-cut tight jeans, clothes that showed off her best assets, of which she had several (assets and clothes), but it was what she wore at the apartment, pajamas, shorts, tank-tops, just casual things, that had my mind going in directions that would make decent societies cringe. 

Once her dorm room was ready, we talked it over, and she decided that she wanted to just stay here in the apartment with me.

"Unless you don't want me to... I mean, I can just go live in the dorm," she was clearly hoping the opposite.

"Don't be silly," I laughed, "I meant what I said. You're quite welcome to stay here as long as you want. To tell you the truth, I kinda like having you around. I feel a little bad that I wasn't much of a big brother, and now I have plenty of opportunity to make up for that."

She cocked her head slightly, "What do you mean? You didn't do that bad of a job as a big brother. You called a lot, and I could always talk to you about things I could never talk about with mom and dad."

It was true. She'd called me several times to talk about things she'd never broach in front of dad, and especially not her mother. One time, she called around one-thirty in the morning to talk to me about one of those forbidden subjects...sex. We'd spent about three hours on that subject. 

"Maybe, but that's not the same. I never even got to see you grow up. You do realize that the last time I saw you, I was the one changing your diapers."

She laughed, blushing slightly, "Yeah, but mom made it impossible for you to spend more than a few summers with us. Believe me, I understand. There were plenty of times when I wanted to strangle her. You were better off not having to deal with her."

"Okay, you have a point. Still, though, it's really nice having you around, so you can stay here as long as you want."

She threw her arms around me and planted a big smack on my cheek, surprising me. The only negative thing about it was the effect she was having on me. I had to push her away a little to keep her from noticing the bulge that began making itself known. 

So she gave her dorm room up and stayed in my apartment. For five or six weeks our schedule was pretty consistent, until her semester was over, and she decided only to take three classes, the minimum she could take according to her scholarship. She told me that the reason she was taking the minimum was that the classes she was going to take were in the evening, and she wanted that time to hang out with me. I was a little flattered, of course. And I was also having a problem of my own. You see, like many normal guys, I have these fantasies. Usually they revolve around women I've watched on porn, or actresses, things like that, but lately, some of my fantasies have had guest appearances from Hannah. It was disconcerting. I was trying to be a good big brother and made attempts to keep her out of these fantasies, but it did no good. I'd start imagining myself with some hot woman, getting into it, and then I'd look down and the woman was gone, replaced instead by Hannah. To my unpleasant surprise, I also found that her being in my fantasies was more exciting to me than anything. Either she would have to move out, or I'd end up doing something unforgivably stupid and lose my chance to be the big brother she deserved. But I could think of no way to ask her to move out without her thinking she'd done something wrong. 

Then one Saturday, while she was out shopping with her friends, I decided to take a little pressure off. I sat down in front of the computer, opened the hidden file. I pulled up a video of these two women, one of which was Asian, and kept a hand towel on the desk for a quick and easy cleanup. About halfway into it, unknown to me, Hannah walked in. Either I was too wrapped up in the video to notice, or she was unusually quiet, but I had no idea she was there. While the two women in the video were going at it with a double-sided dildo, I was getting near that critical pressure-release point, and I grabbed the hand towel and shot my load into it, making sure to wipe myself up for any excess. Slipping my organ back into my pants, I turned the video off, closed the file, and turned the screen off. Then I froze, seeing her reflection in the monitor. 

Oh, shit, I thought to myself, and asked, "How long have you been standing there?"

She jumped, startled when I spoke up, and stammered, "I j-just walked in."

I knew she was lying by how she answered, but I let it go. After all, I was the one that had just been caught. "I was thinking you'd be gone longer."

"I'm sorry. Maybe I should've knocked or something."

"No," I sighed, my face burning, "You live here, you shouldn't have to knock. I was kind of hoping this wouldn't happen. I'm sorry."

That awkward pause that I hated reigned the next few minutes before I could stand the silence no longer, "I thought you went shopping."

Confused, she nodded, "I did."

"Where're your bags? I didn't hear any bags rattling when you came in."

Laughing awkwardly, she nodded over her shoulder, "I left them in my car. I was gonna ask if you'd help me bring them up."

I got up, eager to just not deal with this highly embarrassing situation at the moment, and helped her bring several bags upstairs. 

"Holy crap!" I exclaimed, laden with several bags of her purchases, "Was there anything left in the store when you were done?"

She laughed a little self-consciously, "Not really, there was a sale."

I helped her bring the bags inside, but as the awkward silence made an encore appearance, I realized that we would have to talk about this. When I began, "Listen, about earlier..."

She waved her hand nonchalantly, though still blushing, "Oh, don't worry about it. This is your apartment, and you can do what you want. I'll just call before I'm on my way to give you plenty of time to....do whatever."

I protested, "Hey, as long as you're here, this is your apartment, too. I'll just do...that... in my room if I need to."

Clearly embarrassed still, she argued, "I don't want to keep you off your computer. If I didn't need to use it for school, I'd say you could probably set it up in your room. I don't know," she snickered, "Should we work out a schedule?"

Laughing a little, I answered, "No, I don't think that will be necessary. We'll figure it out, okay?"

Although the first few days were still a tad awkward, the issue faded, and the next week became a little easier. She came home crying the next Tuesday, tossing her backpack next to the front door and retreating to her room. I was cooking dinner, and I turned the burners off and went to see what was wrong. 

I knocked on the door, "Hannah? Can I come in for a minute?"

I heard her sniffling, a few beats of silence, and then she answered the affirmative. I walked in and found her on her bed, facing away from me with her pillow in her arms. I sat down on the corner and waited for her to decide if she wanted to talk about it. In the few minutes, I had plenty of time to look around her room. She had a few posters on the wall, her scattered knick-knacks on the dresser. Finally, she turned to face me.

"Why are guys such assholes?"

I shrugged, "Because women are complicated to us, and we rarely know how to act, so we usually do or say the wrong thing."

"I met this guy in class, and he seemed nice, so we went out to this little deli on lunch break. Everything was going fine until he suggested that I go with him to his dorm room. Apparently, he had some idea that I would, so when I said no, he got all pissed off and called me a prude bitch! Then he left me sitting there. I was so pissed that I barely made it through afternoon class. I feel so stupid!"

I waited until she was done, and then suggested, "See? It's pretty rare when a guy does or says the right thing. And with the hormones raging? You might as well carry a Taser."

She laughed through her tears, "I'll look into getting one. I just felt so...he acted like I was the college slut or something."

She suddenly scooted into my arms and laid her head on my chest. This was new to me, but I winged it, putting my arms around her. For almost five minutes, neither of us moved, and then she quit crying, wiping her eyes.

"I didn't mean to dump on you," she mumbled against my chest.

"Think nothing of it. I came in here, didn't I? Why else would I do that if not for you to dump?"

But still, she made no move to get up off my lap, and I didn't want to push her off me, despite that pesky problem with an annoying bulge. Luckily, she wasn't sitting directly on it, so I could claim it was my wallet if she noticed something. And breathing in the scent of her shampoo, pear and cucumber extract, or something like that, and whatever perfume she wore didn't help me any. It'd been at least a year by then since I'd held any woman in my arms. Not that this was any excuse, but still... About five minutes later, somewhat reluctantly, she got off my lap, and I adjusted myself while she went to the bathroom to blow her nose. 

"Thank you for listening," she smiled shyly.

I put my arm around her shoulder, "Come on, let me finish making dinner, and we'll scarf it down until we burst."

The next day, I had to stay late at work due to a future unveiling of a new game that was supposed to be the next greatest game since Halo came out. I was picked, along with sixteen other techies, to test the game before it was unveiled to make sure there were no unexpected glitches. I called Hannah when I thought she'd be done with class to warn her.

On the second ring, she picked up, "Hello?"

"Hey, Hannah, it's just me. I'm gonna be at work late. I'm testing a new game, so it may be a few hours. You can order pizza or whatever, if you'd like. I keep a spare bank card in the top drawer of my desk."

"Sure," she said, and then asked, "Would you like me to get you something, too?"

"No, the guys are already ordering food, so I'm covered on that. I should be home by...seven-thirty, eight, around then."

"It's cool. Have fun!"

It actually took a little longer, of course, but when I'd covered my four levels of the game, I bid the others good luck and left for home. When I got to the apartment, I saw that most of the lights were off, so I figured that maybe she knocked off early and went to bed. I made sure to be quiet as so not to wake her, and as I softly closed the door behind me, I noticed a glimmer out of the corner of my eye. Turning back around, my jaw dropped. Hannah was on my computer, and had clearly found my stash of porn in my hidden file. She was mostly naked, clad in only a white bra and a pair of shorts that had been dropped to her ankles. She was engrossed in the exact same video I had been caught watching, and was busy pleasuring herself. Through the somewhat exaggerated moaning of the two women in the video, I could hear Hannah's sighs as she rubbed herself, her smooth legs dangling over the armrests of the chair, open wide for her complete access. 

Unable to look away or otherwise show any decency, I crept a little closer, my eyes moving over her body, from her generous C-cup breasts that were barely contained in her bra, to her taut stomach, her firm, well-toned legs, all the way to her dainty feet. With one hand she cupped one breast, squeezing the nipple through the fabric until it poked out visibly. The fingers of her other hand were massaging her clitoris, teasing the nubbin, tracing circles around it. Her eyes were riveted on the video, keeping herself timed to the pace of the ten-minute clip, and when the two women seemed to be close to their own (faked?) orgasms, Hannah's hand sped up, and the other hand joined in, dipping into those thin inner lips with a finger up to the second knuckle. With the added hand, she began gasping, and her cum started to leak out, coating her finger. Then her gasps became moans, and her hips bucked against her hands as she came. 

After her bucking ceased, and her breathing returned to normal, she reached for a hand towel that she had set on the desk and wiped herself and the leather office chair clean. I managed to come to a semblance of sanity, not listening to my pulsing erection's singular urges to go see if she needed some help with that, and began to back up towards the door. Maybe I could sneak back out, make some noise to give her time to get herself in order, and then come in like nothing had happened. But, in my half-trance, I only backed up a few steps before colliding with the table, making plenty of noise, and she yanked her shorts up and whirled around like a deer in the headlights. 

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide, frightened, "Oh...fuck!" She was trembling, and not just from the shock of finding me there. She suddenly dashed to her room and shut the door. I just stood there for a few minutes, my sanity finally coming back full force...well almost. Like any self-disrespecting pervert, I picked up her hastily dropped hand towel and took a deep whiff of the results of her hard work. Even while my rational mind went insane with outrage, suggesting derisive names for myself, the pervert in me had to admit that the smell was quite intoxicating. I forced myself to place it back on the desk, and then knocked on her door. 




Half-Sister, Full Lover, New Arrival



The morning came, the sunlight slowly beginning to filter through the blinds in the master bedroom of my apartment, chasing the shadows under the bed and furniture. I had my arm draped over my head in hopes of staving off that morning light, an attempt that would ultimately fail. Giving up, I stretched, and then noticed the warmth of the body next to me. I rolled over, facing the body, the short, raven hair of her head directly in front of my eyes. Memories of the previous night flooded through my head, and I smiled, feeling elated. It had really happened; I'd made love to this raven-haired beauty, and she was asleep in my bed. I was already facing her, so I scooted closer and slid my arm comfortably around her slender waist, rewarded as she held my hand in hers, pressed up against her soft skin.

I wanted to lay there all day, with the heat of her body against mine. However, I knew I would have to get up for work in a little bit. 

"Are you awake?" I heard her ask, her body stretching as she roused.

"Yeah," I whispered, "I'm awake."

She turned to face me, the sleep still in her dark eyes. Even sleepy as she appeared, she was a vision, her sleep-tousled hair was sexy in the morning light.

"I have classes today," she pouted.

"Yeah. I have work today."

I reluctantly left the warm bed, dragging myself toward the bathroom, yawning.

I heard her get out of bed behind me. I turned on the bathroom light, turned the shower faucet, and adjusted the jet of water that came out, increasing the water temperature. I stepped in, hissing as the hot water hit my back, and ducked my head under the water flow. The hot water felt good on my face, and I kept it under the jet as long as I could. When I stepped back and took a deep breath, I saw Hannah standing there, as unclothed as I was. I had just an instant to admire her lithe body, her naturally tanned skin, her milk-chocolate aureoles and nipples, on down to the small patch of pubic hair that she had kept neatly trimmed. Her legs were firm, yet smooth, her muscles flexing as she stepped into the shower. 

She pressed her body against mine, sighing with the heat that my body had built up under the water. She looked up slightly until she was looking right into my eyes, and I just had to lean down a little to kiss her. Her lips were soft, pliant, and full. Her lips opened and her quick, pink tongue touched my own. I lifted her up as I kissed her, our bodies responding hungrily to one another. Unfortunately, we didn't have much time for me to explore her body as I had the night before. So, as I lifted her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I eased her down onto my erection, which was at its fullest. She was as tight as she had been the night before, but, no longer being a virgin, the pain for her was almost nonexistent. I moved forward carefully, a little worried about slipping. After all, how could we possibly explain how I'd fallen forward and injured her, or that my feet went out from under me, and I maybe broke something? I pressed her gently against the wall of the shower, not the furthest one from the showerhead, but the one across from the shower door. 

We moved together in an urgent rhythm, her legs tightening around me as she pulled me deeper inside her. There was no real way to tell if her wetness was hers or borrowed moisture from the steam and water of the shower, but it didn't really matter much. As she gripped and squeezed me within her, I pushed, frequently leaving the heels of my feet to almost stand on my toes with each thrust. She gasped as I filled her over and over, pulling me faster, her fingers digging into my back, her face pressed against my neck, her lips and tongue and teeth against my skin, alternately nipping, sucking, licking, and nipping again. That, combined with the heat of her enveloping my erection, would make quick work of me. It didn't matter, though, as she was ascending toward her own climax. She writhed in my arms, and there was no mistaking the source of moisture aiding us. Her cries of pleasure were unusually loud in my shower, as the sound reverberated from wall to wall. My own were equally deafening, and as I pushed myself back inside her, I let loose with my own torrent of heat, my legs starting to feel as if they would buckle very soon. Hannah spasmed a few more times, shivered a little longer with after-pleasure, and gradually released me, her legs under her again. I slipped from within her, and had to put a hand on the shower wall to steady myself.

We panted, regaining our breaths for a few minutes, holding each other in the hot spray of water, and then I proceeded to wash her, taking my time, though I knew that we didn't have much more of it. If I was a little late to work, words would not express how worth it that would be. I worked up a rich lather, first with the shampoo. The soap would be a little later. I washed her hair for her, working my fingers through her silken strands, massaging her scalp as she leaned her head back into my capable hands. After rinsing all the shampoo out, I repeated with the conditioner, enjoying her relaxed moans as she happily submitted. Done with the conditioner, I employed the body wash next. I spent time on every part of her, from her shoulders, back, and arms, kneading the muscles as I worked, her pert breasts, taut stomach, and lower back. From there, I slowed as I lathered excessively over the round, sensuous cheeks of her butt, her thighs, lower now, to her calves and ankles, and when she turned around, I was eye-level with the small patch of pubic hair above her recently satisfied sex. 

"You missed a spot," she grinned playfully, and spread her legs to allow me access to soap up the place I'd missed. 

So I did, stroking gently as I did so, and she shivered in response, her eyes closed, her grin becoming a pleasured smile, her bottom lip caught under her top teeth. I made sure to get that area extra slowly, my fingers working around her sensitive clit. Finally, I relented, standing up, met with another pulse-pounding kiss as I regained my feet. Then I allowed her to rinse off, stepping back a bit to watch. Her skin glistening with water, the suds sluiced from her, she was remarkable! The curves of her body were so alluring that, even this soon I was hard again. 

She saw it and patted it playfully, "Down boy, down!" 

Suitably clean, she wiggled her tush at me as she got out.

"If I stay in there any longer," Hannah laughed, "We'll end up in the shower all day."

Of course she was right, though the thought of spending the rest of the day with her in the shower was incredibly enticing! 

I washed myself quickly, rinsed off, and then toweled dry. When I was dressed, I went into the small kitchen/dining room to find her already dressed, sitting at the little table. She was slipping a few textbooks into her backpack. She had dressed simply, a purposely-faded pair of jeans with a few carefully placed rips in the legs, and a black shirt that clung to her body seductively. 

I grabbed my jacket from the small hook by the door, turned back to her, and asked, "How many classes do you have today?"

"Three, but one of them will probably keep me a little past five."

"Okay, well I'll see you when you get home, then."

I started out the door, when I heard her ask, "What, I get no kiss, no 'have a good day, honey,' nothing?"

Grinning, I turned again, leaned down to kiss her deeply for a few seconds, almost shattering my resolve to go to work for the day, and replied, "Have a great day, sexy!"

"That's better," she laughed.

My time at work dragged, strangely. Usually, my workdays were pretty fun. After all, how many people get to play videogames for a living? The company I work for is over three-hundred strong, almost eighty of them being game testers, including myself. We were getting closer to our debut of the latest game, the second one this year, and the media was in a frenzy to see what we had been working on. I set to work on one of the levels I'd been tasked to test. I made notes as I tested the level, suggesting small changes, maybe a few less enemies here, or a few more there. If my heart was pounding with the action, then I was truly enjoying the game. There was plenty of heart-pounding action in the game, as I was as pleased with it as if I had been the one to create it instead of just testing it. However, I was unfamiliar with a lot of the technical stuff that went into creating a game of this intensity, and I was under the impression that being the one to create the game might take some of the excitement out of it. 

I finished with three of the levels I was supposed to test before I took a break. Yeah, even the testers need a break now and then. It gave us time to converse with each other, compare notes, and relax a little. I strolled on into the break room, which was about half-full of testers, programmers, and graphics engineers. They sat at tables, stood at the vending machines, joking, laughing, arguing, debating, and just chattering. I got a Pepsi from one of three soda machines and found an empty table. I wasn't sure I could hold up my side of any conversation right now. My mind was still attempting to wrap itself around my events this morning and last night especially. (Hopefully, you already read Chapter One, and if not, then go read it first. Then this chapter will make more sense to you.) When Geoff Hardin sat down across from me, I was, for all intents and purposes, engaged in a staring contest with the Pepsi can in front of me. 

"Hey, what's up?"

I hadn't registered yet that Geoff was talking to me. I continued to stare down my can.

"Wake up, Dorothy. You're back in Kansas!"

As if exiting a trance, my head snapped up, and I was pretty surprised that I hadn't noticed Geoff sitting there. He was all of about 5'5", with glasses, a skinny build, and short black hair. Still, he was kind of hard to miss with his black shirt with the Star Wars Imperial mark on it.

"Hey, Geoff," I nodded my head.

"You getting enough sleep? I thought for a second that you were going to wear that can on your forehead."

"Sure," I shrugged, "I just have a lot on my mind."

"Well, yeah, we all do, what with the game coming out so soon. It's our time to shine, man."

I let him go on thinking that my mind was focused on the game, but images of Hannah took top priority at this point. 

I finished my soda and belched loudly, awarded with scattered applause. 

"I guess I'd better start pounding buttons."

I stood up, gave Geoff a mock salute, and tossed the empty can into the recycling bin on the way out of the break room. I passed Geoff's desk on the way to my own, and anybody who knows him can pick his desk out of everybody else's. It's the one that seems like a shrine to George Lucas's biggest classic trilogy. Geoff is a devoted fan, even having constructed himself an Imperial Officer's uniform, down to the boots and blaster pistol. Though it seems a little overboard, it's just him. Not that I'm that into The Trilogy, but it was pretty cool watching him march in last Halloween, dressed smartly enough that you could almost believe he'd walked off the movie set. 

Somehow, despite the fact that I had so much trouble focusing on my task, I finished my levels, typed up my notes to make them more official, and turned my official report in. Of course, it was only just past noon, so I had another three hours to kill. I chatted with a few of the other testers, making a point to go chat with Geoff as well, and stopped at Harold's workstation. He was cursing at the level he was having much trouble with. 

"Problems?" I played Captain Obvious.

"Yes...shit! I'm stuck on this fucking level, and no matter what I do, I either get shot full of holes or blasted into pieces!"

I watched him on the screen, his player ducked behind a boulder, bullets flying past, and the screen shook realistically as one of the opponents fired rockets at him. It seemed the only place that he was safe, and it wouldn't last long. He stood his player up, and fired into the group of enemies, injuring several, but receiving plenty of battle wounds in return. He was close to dead, and then went flying as a rocket struck too close. 

"Fuck!" 

He slumped in his chair, appearing physically exhausted. Then he looked up at me, frustrated, "Got any ideas?"

I shrugged, "Let me give it a shot."

He backed up, allowing me space, and I rolled another chair up to the screen.

As I thought furiously, the player was pinned down behind the boulder. I tried probably the same methods as he had, earning the same bloody deaths each time. When I focused on the group of machinegun toting bastards, the rocket whore turned me into blood-colored paint. When I jumped up to aim at the rocketeer, I was turned into Swiss cheese. Yeah, I could see Harold's dilemma. Since my position behind the boulder blocked my view of the enemy, tossing grenades and hoping for a lucky hit seemed like a waste of time. Of course, the kids who would be playing this game soon enough would probably employ this strategy, and it might work, but I decided to try something different. I did lob a grenade at where I was pretty sure the gunners were, and while it did hit close enough, it merely stunned them. Good enough for me, I charged right out into the middle of them. I only had to wait a second before I saw the flames of the rocket as it was fired, and I rushed backward, jumping onto the boulder. As the rocket struck the ground where I'd been in the middle of the gunners, they were blasted and smeared on the terrain. Thank the designers who gave us enemy friendly fire. I loosed a volley of bullets at the launcher, and was rewarded with his screams as he keeled over.

Nodding approvingly at the results of my strategy, I stood up, giving Harold back his game.

"Holy shit, man," he sputtered, clearly impressed, "Those were some major Chuck Norris moves right there."

"Well," I shrugged, "Don't forget, the chief export of Chuck Norris is pain!"

I left him there, laughing. I know, it all sounds kind of nerdy, but hey, that's part of what makes it so much fun. 

I somehow made it to three o'clock, and it was time to go home. I stopped by the store on my way home, grabbed several things from the shelves, freezers, and coolers. When I figured I had everything I needed, I made my way to the checkout, paid the cashier, and drove home. When I got to my apartment complex, I gathered all of the bags in my hands and lugged them up the stairs to my apartment. I stopped when I got to my door. There was somebody standing there. She turned, feeling the vibrations of the steps. She was maybe five feet tall, with hair that looked reddish except for the roots, which were a dark brown. Her face was quite striking, but her eyes really caught me for a few seconds. They appeared to be yellow in color.

It hadn't started to get cold yet, but it would soon. This girl would probably be unprepared for it. She wore a thin, black, sleeveless shirt, a black skirt that ended at mid-thigh, and red and black stockings, finished off with a pair of black sneakers. She appeared to be nervous, standing there between the door and me. She seemed vaguely familiar, but from where, I had no idea. 

"Are you at the right apartment?" I asked.

"I think so. Does Hannah live here?"

"Yes," I said cautiously, wondering her reason for being here.

"I'm her cousin, Hayeden. She told me she was staying here, so I came to see her. Are you...her brother?"

Still holding the rather weighty bunch of bags, I nodded, "Yeah, I'm her brother. Here, come on in. I need to put these up."

I managed to fish my keys out and insert the right key, I let her in, and hurried to set the bags down. There were several indents in my hands and wrists from the handles of the bags, and each indent was an angry purplish-red. Hayeden stood there, uncomfortable, as if she wasn't sure that she should be there. After I'd set out the items I intended to combine for a good dinner, I turned to face her, rubbing the soreness from my hands and wrists. 

"I guess if you're her cousin, that makes us cousins, too. So, would you like to stay for dinner?"

She started to shake her head, and then stopped.

"What's for dinner?" I wondered how long it'd been since she'd eaten.

"Roasted chicken breasts covered in Alfredo sauce, steamed veggies, and garlic bread."

She was surprised, "You always cook such elaborate dinners?"

I wasn't about to explain the true reason for the special dinner, so I lied, "No, not all the time. Just every once in a while, to keep things interesting."

She shrugged, pretending indifference that was betrayed by the hopefulness in her beguiling, yellow eyes, "I guess I could stay for dinner, if that's okay with you."

I was glad that I'd gotten too much food.

"Absolutely! I didn't offer just for the hell of it."

She sat at the small table while I cooked.

"How long has she been living here?" she asked.

"For a while. She showed up on my doorstep one day, and her dorm room at the college wasn't ready, so I let her live here. I guess she likes living here, because she never went to live in the dorms when they were ready."

"I was kinda hoping she would move back into the dorms. She'd invited me to stay, and of course, now it'll be impossible."

"Why is that?"

"Well," she gestured at the apartment around her, "This is your place. She'd made the offer when she was expecting to be in a dorm. So here, it's probably not even her decision."

"Let's get through dinner, and then we'll review your options, okay?"

"What options?" she had a look of misery and defeat on her face.

"Well, if you have no place to stay, then I'll do what I kind to find you something."

I cooked the Alfredo sauce, broiled the chicken in different spices, including garlic, basil, onion powder, and parmesan-oregano seasonings, and spread garlic butter on the loaf of French bread to prepare it for the oven when the chicken was done. The veggies were in a big steam pouch, so all I had to do with them is put them in a pot of water. 

By the time everything was done, it was almost four-thirty. I kept the oven on warm, placing the garlic bread nearby to pop in the oven on broil when Hannah came home. Hayeden sat at the table still, her face in her hands and her shoulder slumped wearily. I sat down across from her, and looked at her for a moment. I knew that there was no way I could just toss her out. The way that she'd been talking, it sounded as if she hadn't thought out where she'd be staying, concentrating on going instead. 

I sat there for a few moments longer before saying, "Hannah should be home in about twenty minutes."

A few minutes later, I asked, "So why did you run away?"

Her hands dropped, and she stared at me wide-eyed, "How did you know I ran away?"

"Lucky guess. That, and you just told me."

She sighed, "Yeah, I ran away. I'd rather not talk about why right now. It's a bit complicated, and my brain is kinda fried from driving."

I leaned back, "No problem. You can tell me when you want to. Are you up to eating, or would you rather take a nap and eat later?"

She blinked at me, "You're willing to just drop it?"

"Of course," I shrugged, "What business is it of mine?"

"Thank you. I think I can handle not falling asleep in my food."

When Hannah walked in ten minutes later, she was already slinging her backpack off her shoulder to set on the floor next to the front door when she spotted Hayeden sitting at the table. Hayeden stood up, almost falling into Hannah's surprised but welcome embrace. 

"You're here? You...you did it. You ran away."

Hayeden nodded, close to tears, "I had to. I was going to kill myself if I had to stay in that house one more minute."

"I'm glad you ran away, and I'm so happy you came to find me."




Half-Sister, Full Lover, New Arrival



I busied myself by pushing the metal sheet with the garlic bread into the oven and removing the chicken. When I was done with that, I turned around again. Hannah was looking at me over Hayeden's shoulder. 

"I invited her to have dinner with us," I announced, and after we're done we'll figure out where she's gonna stay."

Hannah nodded, and released her cousin so that she could sit down. Hayeden fell into the chair. 

I served the chicken breasts onto three plates, poured the Alfredo sauce onto the chicken breasts, opened the bag of steamed veggies to split up, and managed to catch the garlic bread from burning. I cut the bread into thick slices, placed a few slices per plate, and put the plates on the table. I'm not a big drinker, but I do keep a bottle of wine around, though I'm not sure why. It seemed like a good time as any to open it. I poured a glass for each of us. Of course, I got clumsy and spilled some of it onto the table.

"Shit," I muttered, "Just opened the bottle and I'm abusing alcohol."

I cleaned up my mess and sat down at the table.

I thought about proposing a toast, or something corny like that, but the mood seemed too somber for that. I kept it short, "Dig in."

The conversation consisted of forks clattering softly on plates, the tap of the wine glasses as they were set down, and such dinner noises. I let it be, contented myself to join in on the conversation. I hadn't followed any kind of recipe or anything like that, so I was surprised to find that it tasted quite good. The two girls didn't complain either, so I considered it a success. As I finished my food, I looked over at Hannah. Her eyes were on her cousin, and she was clearly worried. I figured that Hayeden could use some good news, so I decided not to delay until after dinner. 

"I've been thinking about where we're going to put you up for the night," I announced.

Hannah frowned at me, "Don't tell me you're gonna put her up in a-" 

I held a hand up to silence Hannah, continuing, "So you can have my room, and I'll take the couch." 

Hayeden seemed ready to protest, but I cut her off gently, "I mean it. I think you should stay here with us. You need to be with people who care about you, and you won't find that in a hotel, no matter how good the concierge service is."

Hayeden laughed weakly, "You'll never get into the bathroom."

Encouraged by her change in mood, however slight, I joked, "I can pee off the balcony. Who knows, someone might get a free show."

"But I can't kick you out of your room," she protested.

"Well, you'll have to, because if we sleep in the same bed, I'll likely hog the covers."

Hannah smiled at me, grateful for my hospitality, "It won't be necessary. She'll sleep in my bed with me, and you keep your room."

"I don't know. On second thought, I like the idea of hogging the covers."

Hayeden also appeared to be grateful, "I really appreciate this. You just don't know how much."

"Oh, don't worry, that'll change once I show you your list of chores. You wouldn't believe how much cleaning can be done in this place."

Her smile slipped a little, as she was unsure whether I was serious or just joking again, so I admitted, "Yeah, I'm just kidding around. As long as you clean up after yourself, it'll be fine."

As I stood up to take our empty plates to the sink, Hayeden got up and embraced me in a tight hug. I set the plates down and hugged her back, aware in all my maleness that her body, though short, was still attractive, and it was pressed against mine. I looked at Hannah, and saw that she was very happy, and, combined with the apparent happiness that Hayeden exuded, I was also happy. 

As Hayeden began to walk into the living room, she swayed, unsteady on her feet, and I held her arm and led her to sit. 

"I've been driving nonstop, and I guess all the excitement and everything just caught up with me," she smiled wearily.

"You should get some rest," Hannah suggested.

"I guess I could use some sleep."

I helped her up, and Hannah led her to her room. When she returned a few minutes later, she was crying a little. 

"She's been through so damned much, it makes me sick," Hannah wiped her eyes slowly.

"I kinda figured, but she didn't want to talk about it with me."

"I guess I can understand," she shrugged, "I'm sure she'll tell you, just not tonight."

With that, she slipped into my arms comfortably.

"Mmmm," she sighed as she pressed her face into my chest, "Thank you for dinner. I liked it a lot."

"I'm glad. I was experimenting, just trying a few things out. So, do you want some more wine?"

She looked up at me in mock innocence, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Someone's got to help me drink it."

"You can put the cork back in it," she grinned.

"Oh, really? I take it you don't want any more of it."

"You know you don't have to get me drunk to get in my pants."

"But being drunk helps. I can almost make believe that I have the hips to fit in your pants."

She laughed, "You know I look better in them than you do."

I sighed, pretending to be forlorn, "Yeah, I know. But you also look better out of them, too."

We kissed all the way to my room, and I undressed her in the meager light, not bothering to turn any lights on. I undressed her by feel, mainly because I was enjoying immensely how good she felt. Down went her pants and off went her shirt, flying into the corner. I unhooked her bra, slid it off, and buried my face between the spheres of her perky breasts, kissing the soft, supple skin that lay in the valley of her cleavage. We moved backward onto my bed, and I slowly brought her down to it. She made quick work of my shirt, running her hands over my chest. I was glad I'd worked out so strenuously at the gym they'd put together at work, so that she could enjoy touching me like that. She sat up to unbuckle my pants, whipping the belt smoothly through my belt loops and off, where it was hurled to the floor. My pants went down, and I lay half on her, half on the bed, and began kissing her again fervently. When I pulled away slightly a few minutes later we were both breathing a bit heavier. 

"Is she asleep?" I asked, almost panting.

She nodded, "She was out by the time her head hit the pillow, poor thing."

"We'll do our best to help her feel better. I was thinking, maybe an evening out."

She kissed me, nibbling on my lower lip for a second.

Then she beamed, "You're really something else, you know that?"

"Not really," said I, "I'm just me."

"That's what I mean."

"Is it? I thought you said I was something else."

"Shut up," she whispered, pressing her lips to mine, and we made love slowly, lost in the gentle rhythm of our bodies, the sensations, and the feel of our bodies joined together in an ageless union.

Sometime in the night, while I slept, Hannah had apparently slipped away to her room. I woke up by myself, but I could still smell her on my hands, on my pillow, and on my bed. I breathed in her scent, savoring it for a few moments before reality intruded. I looked at the clock and realized that I would have to rush through my shower to make it to work on time. I guess, in the grip of my passion, I had forgotten to set the alarm...how irresponsible of me. 

I hurried, finishing my shower quickly, though I would've happily enjoyed another morning like the one before and eagerly accept the consequences of being late to work. Dressed, and grabbing my jacket, I checked in on Hannah. She was on her bed, and Hayeden was nestled in her arms. Hannah was stroking her hands through her cousin's hair. Hannah looked up at me, and there were tears in her eyes. I got close, dropping to my knees at the side of her bed.

"She had a nightmare," Hannah whispered, and I could see that Hayeden shivered continuously. I brushed my hand through Hayeden's hair in sympathy. 

"I've got to go to work," I let her know, and she nodded.

"I'm gonna skip classes today. She needs me, and right now she's more important. I'll make them up tomorrow."

"That's fine. I'll be home around three, same as usual."

I left her room, closing the door gently.

I brooded on my way to work, contemplating Hayeden's situation. It must've been something pretty bad, a downright horrible home life if it had affected her so strongly. Maybe it was an abusive father, or just a lot of bad news. Either way, it had taken quite a toll on the poor girl. I thought about my suggestion to Hannah the night before, about a night out for the three of us. Maybe we could take in a movie and go out to eat somewhere nice. After that, we could take a stroll down near the beach. It might be a bit chilly out, but it still sounded nice. With those ideas in mind, I reached work and parked my car. I was a little late, only a few minutes, and nobody seemed to notice except a few of my coworkers.

"Are there any good movies playing tonight?" I asked Felicia, one of the outnumbered female coworkers, as she passed by my little workstation.

"A cool slice-and-dice just came out," she replied, "Why, you wanna take me out or something?"

I felt a little bad, wondering if that was a hopeful remark, but shook my head, "My cousin showed up at my door yesterday, and she's been through a lot. I figured a good movie might cheer her up a little."

Still, Felicia pouted a little, not theatrically either, just a little bit. 

"There's a new Adam Sandler comedy out."

"Cool," I offered, "Keep your schedule open, I might just ask you out to see the slice-and-dice."

Visibly elated, she shrugged, appearing nonchalant as she walked away.

So I'd take them out to see the comedy, and who knew what after that. With that settled for the moment, and I immersed myself into the project, shooting my way through the levels, making mincemeat out of the enemy. Geoff stopped by my workstation, watching me play for a few minutes.

"I heard you asked Felicia out," he revealed the well-known fact that even among us testers, rumor mills are present and active.

"Did you?" 

"Yup. Is it true?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" he asked incredulously.

"I asked her if any good movies had come out."

"So?"

"So what?"

"What she say?"

I paused the game and explained her response.

"Damn," Geoff laughed, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was subtly throwing herself at you."

"I don't know. I felt bad, so hinted that I might just take her to see a movie."

"Smooth."

"Well, it made her feel better."

"I heard she's a freak."

I paused, arching an eyebrow, though I entertained no notions. I belonged to someone already, though I couldn't reveal this to Geoff. 

"You mean, like whips, chains, and candle wax?"

He snickered, "I mean like she's bi."

"How does that make her a freak?"

"Hey, nothing freakier to me than a threesome."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"Only if my mind is between her legs."

"Maybe you should be the one asking Felicia out then."

Geoff shrugged, "Maybe I should."

I guessed that he wouldn't.

"I'm serious, go and give it a shot. You never know, you might find yourself in a threesome sandwich."

Geoff laughed, walking off. I kinda hoped that he would ask Felicia out, and that she'd accept. Honestly, I didn't really have any intention of taking her to a movie anyway; I'd just said it to make her feel better. I mean, don't get me wrong, Felicia's pretty hot, which is a little dangerous when dealing with so many masses of walking hormones. But, as hot as she was, I already had a full plate, and I didn't wish to trade one for another. When I saw Geoff engaged in conversation with Felicia a few minutes later, I silently cheered him on. Maybe he would ask her out. If he did, then he'd get props from me. I got back to the project, finishing the level before taking a quick break. All play and no work...

I ended up skipping my break, forsaking it for the two more levels I finished in the fifteen minutes. By lunch, I had done all the levels I had intended for today, so I stopped by Geoff's Star Wars themed workstation, complete with a replica of the Death Star suspended over his monitor on a thin wire. He was visibly excited, which was a portent of good news.

"Dude," Geoff laughed, "I almost can't believe it."

"She said yes?"

"Damn straight, she said yes."

"Good for you. Let the freaky sex-capades begin!"

"We'll see."

I clapped him on the back, and headed toward the door. I saw Felicia at her workstation, which was ornamented with Lara Croft, Bloodrayne, and other such heroines of the videogame world. I didn't stop to say hi to her, hoping to avoid all the awkwardness, and she remained happily ensconced in her world. She appeared jubilant, though, and that was just fine with me.

I made it home in a great mood, and quietly closed the door behind me. They were probably asleep, and I couldn't blame them. Hayeden had been through hell, though what hell I didn't know, so she deserved some peace. I set my jacket on the chair, grabbing a soda from the fridge. As I drank from the bottle, I heard voices coming from Hannah's room. Maybe they were awake. I found myself curious, so I left my soda on the table and drifted toward her room. Perhaps I shouldn't have, and I chided myself for being nosy, but I can't change who I am, and I can't shirk off my curiosity. I stood outside her door, which was slightly open. I risked a peek, and saw them both on Hannah's bed. They faced each other, and it was obvious that they had both been crying recently. But there was something different in Hannah's eyes.

Hayeden said, "I'm really glad you and your brother let me stay here. This really was my last option."

"Yeah, he's pretty cool. I felt the same way when he let me stay here. He felt so bad that we had grown up without each other, so he was happy to make up for it."

"He really seems to care a lot about you," Hayeden observed, "I kinda wish I had a brother like yours. Of course, with a brother who gives a damn about me, I might not have had to run away."

Hannah nodded, "Probably not."

"I almost wish you hadn't left," Hayeden sighed, "At least when I came to see you, I had someplace to escape."

"I know," Hannah, "That's why I tried to push you into enrolling in college."

"I did, but my grades just weren't good enough."

"I'm so sorry. I am really happy you came here, though. I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too. Do you remember when I used to spend the night at your house?"

"How could I forget? We'd wait until my dad was asleep, and..."

"Yeah... I've been with a few guys since then, but I always ended up wishing they were you. I just felt so...empty. And none of the guys were any good, anyway. One of them was really bad at it. He'd last about ten seconds and end up shooting his stuff on me. I was so pissed off at him!"

Hanna laughed, her hand over her mouth, "Gross! I'm sorry, but ten seconds?"

Joining in the laughter, Hayeden nodded, "Yup, only ten seconds. Then he'd blame me because he blew his load so quick, like it was my fault he couldn't control himself. I dumped him pretty quickly."

Hannah reached across a distance of only about six inches and touched Hayeden's face. 

"Do you want to?" she asked, and Hayeden nodded.

"What if your brother comes home early?"

I almost jumped; my heart definitely jumped.

"If he does, then we can give him a show," Hannah half-joked.

Hayeden's eyes widened in shock, "Are you serious?"

Hannah shook her head, but I could see her eyes said otherwise, "Nah, he doesn't usually come home early. After all, he tests videogames for a living. Who would want to come home early from that?"

I watched wide-eyed with astonishment as Hannah closed the distance and kissed Hayeden deeply. When their mouths opened, I caught a few glimpses of their tongues mixing passionately. This was definitely a side of her that she had failed to mention to me. I can't say I was angry with her, though, for multiple reasons I need not even mention. I watched as their kissing continued, and their bodies began to respond. They scooted closer and closer until their bodies were pressed against one another, their hips rolling, hands exploring, smooth, firm legs intertwining erotically. 

The clothes almost seemed to melt off, and they were in their underwear. I'm not sure if it was their intensity, or the realness of their passion for each other, but every lesbian movie or clip I've seen since pales disappointingly in comparison. I didn't have to look down to know that my body had reacted. I knew; I was so hard that it physically hurt that my pants restrained it. I could no more walk away at that point than I could stop a speeding bullet with only my mind. I was frozen in anticipation!

My heart pounded with exhilaration of this development. Hannah reached behind Hayeden and unhooked her bra, and she shrugged it off, flinging it in my direction. I almost flinched back, as she could possibly watch the bra as it landed at the door, and if she had, she surely would've gotten a glance and realized that someone was at their door, enjoying the scene. She didn't; her eyes were full of Hannah, who had leaned her head forward to capture one of Hayeden's pinkish-brown nipples in her mouth. Hayeden arched her back and held Hannah's head, urging her on with a moan. As Hannah remained attentive to her cousin's impressive breasts, Hayeden clasped her thighs around one of Hannah's pulling it between her legs, and began to rub herself on it. Hannah in turn used one of her lover's thighs, and they gasped and moaned, giving and receiving pleasure from each other. Hayeden's shivers now were nothing like her shivers this morning, the shudders of her nightmare. These shivers were of pure, electric pleasure. They pushed and pulled, their hips pressing against one another, slower at first, and then speeding up gradually. Hayeden grasped Hannah's gorgeous round butt, kneading it, pulling it against her, and Hannah continued to suck and lick Hayeden's breasts, first one nipple, then the other, unable to concentrate on one for long while the other was waiting for her quick tongue.

Less than a minute later, their shivers increased monumentally, and Hayeden threw her head back, gasping out as she reached orgasm first. Her thighs tightened, supple muscles flexing visibly, and spasms jerking her hips against Hannah's thigh. Hannah was close to her own climax, and she ascended to it noisily, gasping, crying out loudly, and then a high, keening as she was there, her hips jerking as uncontrollably as her cousin's. Little by little, they rode down from their shared climax, bit by bit until they were still, panting with the exertion and the energy expended. When they had calmed down enough, they disengaged briefly, casting off their remaining garments until they were gloriously nude. Apparently neither one was sated. I was in pain, I was so aroused, but I neither attempted to join nor retreated. I waited. 

Hayeden moved down, kissing Hannah's neck, breasts, on down to her stomach, dipping her tongue in her navel, eliciting a breathless giggle from her cousin. Down to the dark patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, the same thatch that I had felt the night before. She licked right through the thatch, down to Hannah's pink, glistening entrance. Hannah's butt left the bed with the passion of Hayeden's tongue, which sought out her most intimate of spots. 

"Oh-mi-god!" Hannah gasped, "Oh-mi-god, oh shit!"

I could take lessons from our new guest. I felt just a little jealous, but my fascination overruled that twinge. I was enthralled at the amount of bliss that my sister was being given. Her glistening body, aglow with a sheen of perspiration, thrummed, writhed, arched. It appeared as if Hayeden's talented tongue had ignited a live current of electricity within that nub of pure pleasure between Hannah's legs. Hannah could not hold out even if she had wanted to. She mewled, whimpered, cried out, and made that sexy, high keening sound as she again climaxed. Her hips thrust almost violently against Hayeden's face for a time before her clinched butt relaxed and fell to the bed. I could've sworn that during her bout of euphoric delight the only parts of her to touch the bed were the back of her head and the heels of her feet. I would definitely have to take lessons!




Half-Sister, Full Lover, New Arrival



Hannah was still for a few minutes, and I wondered if she'd been overwhelmed and maybe fainted. But then she worked herself into a sitting position. She looked feverish, and the gaze with which she fixed Hayeden spoke volumes. Hannah pulled her on top of her and pushed her until Hayeden was kneeling just above her face. Hayeden held onto the wall as Hannah plunged her mouth against her sex, almost attacking it. Hayeden was in for quite a ride! As Hannah did her best, sucking, lapping, teasing, flicking, dipping with the best of her ability, it was clear that Hayeden was almost there already. Less than fifteen seconds later, Hayeden threw her head back, crying out as she was enveloped, clam-shelled in a wave of climax. For several seconds she shook like a leaf in a storm, her hips thrusting forward helplessly, and then for another twenty seconds she coasted down before collapsing down at the edge of the bed, swinging herself off to the side as so not to hurt her cousin. 

They shared another kiss, the mingled flavor of their juices no doubt shared between them, but this kiss was the kiss of completion, slow, calming. The show, which was incredible in its ferocity, unbelievable in its abandon, was over. I un-rooted my feet from the floor and crept as quietly as I could on feet that had fallen asleep. Pins and needles stabbed my heels the hardest and I winced. The only good thing that could possibly come from such cruel pain was the fact that my hard-on had almost disappeared by the time I reached the door. I worked my feet, enduring the pain with gritted teeth until it faded noticeably. The entire bout of spectacular lovemaking had lasted just over half an hour. I eased silently out the door, tiptoed down the stairs and sat in my car for almost another half hour, almost shaking just from being able to witness. I willed myself to calm down, to breathe deep breaths until I eventually listened to myself. Only once I felt that I had control over my emotions and my body did I leave the car again.

"Hello," I announced my presence this time, and heard a squeak of surprise. I suppressed a grin of awareness. It took them almost ten minutes to get dressed, perhaps wipe off excessive amounts of lubrication, perspiration, etc. I picked up my soda that I had left on the table and took large swigs to soothe my dry mouth. When they emerged from Hannah's room, Hayeden rushed straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Hannah followed, instead turning towards me. 

"Hi," she said a little breathlessly, and it almost appeared that her whole body was flushed, at least the parts that I could see. 

"You sound out of breath," I noted off-handedly. 

"Yeah," she replied, "Just a little."

I was about to say something, anything, but I stopped as I saw something in her dark eyes. My god, did she know I'd been watching her?

I managed nervously, "I figured that once you two are ready, we'd go see a movie. There's a comedy that sounds good."

The look in her eyes didn't change. I swear I think she was challenging me to betray myself! 

"That sounds like fun," she said, smiling.

My heart pounded, but nothing in her expression seemed to indicate that she was offended that I had bore witness. 

"I also thought that we might take a stroll on the beach or something."

"It might be cold," her eyes flashed, really making me nervous.

"Yeah, we'll have to take..." Oh shit! "Our jackets."

My jacket! I had left it on the chair. If she had come out of her room at any point before I'd come home, she would've seen that it was gone. Likewise, if she had come out, perhaps to get a towel with which to clean up, she would have noticed its sudden appearance back on the chair, not to mention the soda I'd left on the table.

"Yeah," she said, and I almost believed she'd read my mind before I realized that she'd only replied to my last statement.

Without a doubt, I had been caught. I felt like a complete dweeb! 

She saved what little dignity I could possibly have by putting it all out there, "Yeah, I know. I hoped you enjoyed it."

"If you only knew how much," I blurted, glad to finally have it out in the open.

"The jacket and soda was only more proof," she confessed, grinning, "I did see you at the door. In fact, I had kinda hoped you would come home early. You can't imagine how much more exciting it was to know that my own big brother was watching us. It made it so...mmmm, kinky!" 

I was speechless with the raging emotions that muddied up my mind. I honestly could not figure out for a moment how to form words and use my vocal cords to produce something intelligent! 

Finally, like a miracle, I sputtered, "The m-movie starts at eight-fifty. We can go out and have dinner first, if you'd like."

With a smile that flashed like a mega-watt spotlight, she replied, "This is Hayeden's night. You can ask her what she thinks." 

I nodded. 'Stunned' is a word in my vocabulary. The word to explain the level of 'stunned' that I was cannot possibly exist in the English language.

Hayeden emerged from the bathroom, and her hair was wet. She used a towel to pat it dry for a minute, saw the two of us just standing there.

"What?" 

I cleared my throat, "Um, we're going out tonight. I figured dinner, movie, and...a stroll on the beach, but I think we ought to ask for your opinion of it all."

"Why me?"

"We're doing it for you. I think you ought to have some say."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?" Hayeden looked from me to Hannah, uncomprehending.

Hannah helped, "We're taking you out for a night on the town."

"But...why?"

I answered, "Because you deserve it. You haven't told me what you went through back home that put you in the condition you were in last night and this morning, but Hannah and I feel that a night of fun and goofing off is in order."

She shook her head, embarrassed, "You don't have to do that; I'll be fine, really."

"Nonsense," I smiled, "Come on, get ready. We'll be leaving soon."

"I can't ask you to do that for me. Besides, I'm almost out of money, and I need to save what little I have left to pay you back."

I blinked, "Why on earth would you think I'd let you pay me for letting you stay?"

"Because," she said, frustrated, "It's only fair, the way I just showed up on your doorstep like that. I want to pay you back."

I recalled an old line from 'The Shining,' and it seemed appropriate, "Your money's no good here."

(I don't expect you to know it, or, having seen the movie, recall the line...it's just for my own amusement!)

"But...I can't afford a night on the town."

"All the more reason for it to be my treat."

When Hayeden burst into tears, I was momentarily confused. I stepped forward, and to my surprise, instead of fleeing, or taking a step backward as I had expected, she flung herself into my arms. 

Hannah was also surprised by her cousin's outburst. 

I heard Hayeden cry out against my chest, "I'm sorry, I don't want you to have to pay for me! It's not fair to you because I'm being a burden...It's...not fair!"

I held her against me, starting to understand her dilemma. She apparently felt that her being here was unexpected (it had been, true), and consequentially a burden (Obviously, it was not). She felt that she was indebted to Hannah and to me, and if I paid her way, she would not be confident of her ability to pay us back (outrageous! There's no way I could accept any attempt for her to reimburse me!). The fact seemed to mortify her.

So, in order to enlighten her on this whole situation, I began to speak.

"Come on, now, you being here maybe was unexpected, I'll give you that, but I think it was a pleasant surprise, regardless of what brought you here. You're the farthest thing from a burden, so put that right out of your head, okay? There will be no talk about any reimbursing, either. I have no intention of spending any money on you that I expect you to repay. We're doing this as much for us as you, you know that? We're all going to get ready, go out, and have fun. Come on, everything will be fine."

By the time I shut my mouth, Hayeden had calmed considerably. She still cried, but less emphatically. I soothed her, stroking my fingers through her hair, rubbing her back gently. 

When she pulled her face away from my chest to look up at me, the vulnerability and fragility in her eyes about made me want to cry, myself. I pushed a strand of her hair away from her wet eyes. 

"I...don't deserve..." 

"Yeah, you do, you deserve this and more. You just don't realize it yet."

I saw out of the corner of my eyes that Hannah was also crying some.

"Look at this," I grinned, "You're crying, and now Hannah's crying. I'm starting to feel a bit misty, myself."

Hannah laughed through her tears, and I earned a small smile from Hayeden, for just a bare second, but it was worth it. I wiped Hayden's leaking eyes with the ball of my thumb.

"Come on now, go get ready so we can take you out. I don't know, consider it as a date."

She backed away, letting go of me, wiping her eyes, and went into Hannah's room to change. 

Hannah, still crying a little, was next to fling herself into my arms, and I held her, too. 

She cried a lot less vehemently, since her tears were shed for other reasons. 

"I know," I laughed, "I know. Um, you realize that I'm getting all...bothered..."

She backed up a little, looking down at the erection that had begun to make another appearance. She laughed with me.

I calmed myself little by little as Hannah disappeared into her room with Hayeden. Not normally hit with so much emotion in one day, my weariness was understandable, at least to me it was. I sank into a chair and put my head down on the cool surface of the table. I managed to regain my composure, or at least an acceptable semblance of it by the time that the two girls reappeared. 

"Oh shit," I goggled at the two. Hannah had put on a pleated purple, almost knee-length skirt, and a pink-and-purple baby-tee with a skull and crossbones, the skull replaced with that of a cartoon bunny. Hayeden had picked out a pair of hip-hugging, black velvet pants, and a shiny, red satin button up blouse that accentuated the assets contained therein. 

"What?" Hannah asked, her smile froze on her face.

"I'll go get my stick," I started to stand up.

"What stick?" Hayeden chimed in.

"The stick I'm gonna have to use to keep away all the other guys."

The diner-style restaurant at five o'clock was just starting to get into rush hour. Luckily, we were quickly shown to a booth and seated. Hannah sat on the other side with Hayeden. The waiter, a twenty-something, tall, lanky guy with blank, limp hair was no doubt as impressed as I was with these two. He must've dropped his pencil four times while we all ordered. Hayeden blushed at the waiter's fumbling, obvious nervousness, but I'm pretty sure that Hannah was flashing some leg, maybe even a bit of underwear. I could believe it. She was getting a kick out of the poor waiter's reaction.

He hurried off to fill our order, and I glanced over at Hayeden. She was clearly uncomfortable with the fact that I was treating her to so much. She had tried to get the cheapest thing on the menu, but we wouldn't let her. When she looked my way, I stuck my tongue out and squinched up my face, trying my best to make her smile, or even laugh if I was lucky.

When she kicked me under the table, not hard, but just enough to get my attention, I was so surprised that I almost bit my tongue. But her smile was worth it. Hannah watched, amused at my almost childish attempts. 

"After the movie," I joked, "we're gonna go to the mall, and just start buying stuff for Hayeden. And not just normal stuff; I'll be searching for a big, inflatable cigar-store Indian. I know just where to find one."

Hayeden scowled at me, and Hannah laughed.

"You better not," Hayeden did her best to restrain a smile.

The fumbling waiter brought our orders, getting them mixed up, since he was paying more attention to the girls in the seat across from me than what our food was or what it looked like. After he departed to hopefully get himself together, we fell to our food, which was as delicious as it was fragrant. As I bit into my burger, I wondered again what had compelled Hayeden to run away, to seek out Hannah. I had little pieces, nothing concrete, but just feelings and hunches. I wondered if she ever would trust me enough to tell me.

After I paid the check, leaving a generous tip for the poor waiter, we piled into my car and headed to the large theater. It took me a minute to find a place to park, and then we went inside. Hayeden expressed her desire to pay for her ticket.

"I thought we discussed this," I laughed, "Tonight is my treat. Period, end of story, case closed."

She relented, but was not very happy about it.

"Besides," I winked evilly, "Think of all the lap dances you can buy me later."

"Ha ha," Hayeden rolled her eyes, "I'll find the ugliest stripper I can for you."

"That's the kind he was hoping you'd buy him," Hannah piped in.

"Oh yeah! The uglier the better. In fact, there's this one stripper, she's got a mole on her chin that's so big, and she braids the long hairs on it. If I'm lucky, she'll stir my drink with it."

Mixed groans were my reply.

"That's just disgusting!" Hayeden laughed.

I bought the tickets, though not to the comedy. Apparently Hayeden wanted to see the horror movie. Hannah looked over at me, grinning, and I shrugged.

"Horror it is."

The movie would start in about fifteen minutes, so we found our seats in the back row, at Hayeden's insistence. I usually picked seats somewhere in the middle, but it was Hayeden's night, so we sat in the back. I found myself between the two, and in the backlighting of the theater, I saw more than one guy glance up my way, wondering how I'd hit the jackpot. Hannah told Hayeden that she and I would be right back, and she practically dragged me out to the lobby. 

"We should get some popcorn and stuff," Hannah suggested, "And Hayeden will just feel guilty and say she didn't want anything if we brought her to get it."

I shrugged, "Sure, why not?"

We stood in line at the counter for a few minutes, and when it was our turn, we ordered a large popcorn, drinks for all three of us, and a few boxes of Skittles and gummy bears. It was a good thing my job paid well. Lugging it all back to our seats was a little difficult, what with me dipping my head down pick popcorn with my mouth. 

Hannah laughed, "You betch! Quit getting your germs all over the popcorn!"

I grinned, munching on a few kernels of popcorn.

As we sat down and distributed the snacks, Hayeden looked slightly miffed at us. She kept quiet about it though. The movie started a few minutes later, or to be exact, the previews started. After only ten minutes of sitting through the previews, the movie finally started. I held onto the popcorn so that both Hayeden and Hannah could reach it. The movie began in some small town in the west, almost a desert town. I did my best to figure out the plot, but it was just too obscure. It was, however, sufficiently scary to make both Hannah and Hayeden jump, and I laughed. I felt Hannah pinch me in the side, making me jump, and the two laughed in turn. Overall, though seeming to miss a plot in particular, I guess it was a pretty good movie, awesomely gory. 

By the time we made it back to the apartment, it was almost midnight, but we weren't tired. To the contrary, even Hayeden, who had been exhausted the day before, was laughing, ebullient. It was great to see her so much happier, a very welcome change from the day before. We sat down, Hannah and Hayeden on the loveseat, and me in my recliner. 

"Why are you sitting way over there?" Hannah asked me, and I shrugged.

"Didn't want to crowd you two over there."

"Over here, betch."

"Who're you calling a betch?"

"You, betch. Get over here."

I leapt up and rushed over there, trying to sit on her, but she got a knee up, and pushed me over at Hayeden. I landed on her, sprawled out, trying to catch myself on the couch, instead finding myself almost straddling her lap. She was caught off guard, her eyes wide.

"Why, Hayeden, fancy meeting you here!" I joked awkwardly, and planted a big kiss on her cheek before disengaging myself from her lap. 

She blushed brightly, seemingly unused to this kind of horseplay. I sat down between them, crowding them on the loveseat, just like I had said. I draped a leg over Hannah's lap, and leaned up against Hayeden. 

"So...uh, you two come here often?"

Despite my jokes, my heart was beating its way through my chest, threatening to pop out like that movie, 'Alien.' 

I looked up at Hayeden, "Am I squishing you?"

She shook her head, "Not really."

Hannah threw my leg off of her, got up and plopped herself into Hayeden's lap

"How about now?"

Before Hayeden could answer, Hannah leaned in and kissed her, not as I had, but full on the lips. I sat up, the better to watch.

Hayeden even started to kiss back before remembering that I was still there. 

She stopped, "Hannah, what are you doing?"

Hayeden had looked at me when she'd asked. 

"It's okay," I smiled, "I know about it."

Hayeden turned to Hannah, "You told him?"

I answered in Hannah's place, "No, she never told me a thing about it."

"Then how..." Hayeden began before jumping as if she'd been goosed, surprising Hannah, who was still sitting in her lap, "You saw us!"

I shrugged, a little embarrassed, "Yeah, I kinda came home early, and...heard some noises."

"And you didn't say anything? You weren't...grossed out or anything?"

I smiled a little, "No, it was actually quite...an enriching sight to see."

She blushed some, "You...liked it?"

"What wasn't to like?" I said honestly, "Though I kinda felt left out."

The air seemed to be charged with tension, with that 'before the storm' feeling. When Hannah leaned down again to kiss Hayeden, she no longer resisted, but gave into it whole-heartedly. Just seeing them kiss like that brought back that heat in my groin, a familiar ache as the fabric in my pants tented. I sat up a little, the fabric bunching up to hide my erection. Hannah leaned in further, breaking their kiss to nibble and kiss on her neck. Hayeden bared her neck eagerly for Hannah's lips, saw me, and hesitantly reached for me. She pulled me to her, and with a heart-breaking initial shyness, kissed me. Her shyness disappeared quickly when I kissed her with the fervor that Hannah had only a moment ago. Her breath was sweet, her tongue quick to meet mine. We kissed for a few minutes, exhilarated.

When I pulled back slightly, Hannah took over, and they kissed again. I watched this breaking of taboos, excited. 

Hayeden pulled back and looked at Hannah, "If it's okay, it can just be you and me, and me and him. Just in case, you know, you didn't want to do anything with him."

"Why is that?" Hannah laughed, "I already have."

Hayeden was stunned, "You...when?"

"Oh, just night before last. And a few times since then."

"You didn't tell me."

"I thought you might be grossed out or something."

Hayeden looked at me curiously, and I added, "Some people feel it's way too taboo."

"About the same as a girl having sex with her cousin, I'd imagine," Hayeden replied.

Hannah stood up and pulled Hayeden with her. 

Hannah looked at me, "Are you just gonna sit there? I mean, we could do this without you again."

I laughed, standing up, "What, and miss all the fun? Never!"

I figured that they were going into Hannah's room, since that would probably be where Hayeden was most comfortable. Instead, we ended up in my room. That was good, though, since the bed was a size bigger. Hayeden turned and jumped at me, driving me back onto the bed. Hannah laughed and joined us, kicking her shoes off. Hayeden pinned me to the bed with her body and pinned my head to the bed with a deep, deliciously deep kiss. Having taken her shoes off, Hannah began working at Hayeden's. Hayeden broke our kiss and laughed.




Half-Sister, Full Lover, New Arrival



"Quit tickling me!"

Hannah got up next to me, "Well, it's not my fault you're not sharing."

With that, Hannah planted on my lips a sweet, electric kiss that left me tingling in anticipation. 

Clothes were shed quickly, and I saw the white high-cut panties that Hannah was wearing. Those were the kind of panties that, say, when flashed at a poor, fumbling waiter, could cause him to drop his pencil another three times. Hayeden was unbuttoning my pants, and I lifted up while she pulled, and off went that constricting article of clothing. I left Hannah's skirt on for the moment, since she looked so incredibly sexy in it. But Hayeden's clothes just had to come off, immediately, if not sooner. I pulled her shirt off, seeing that her breasts were straining the fabric of her black bra. Those poor things, they had to breathe, so I reached behind her, only to fumble for the hooks. She laughed and reached up between her breasts, and I realized my folly. Damn bra unhooked up front! She undid her bra, and I at least helped her shrug it off. Her pale breasts were quite large for her body, not mammoth mammaries, but still plentiful. I touched them, bending my head down briefly to kiss her quite erect, pale-pink nipples. Hannah interrupted me to take off my shirt, and I resumed undressing Hayeden, sliding her pants down her legs, admiring her curves. Her panties were pale blue and bikini-cut, which made her legs seem longer than they were. I grasped the waistband of it, pulled gently, and was rewarded with a clean-shaven, pink-lipped entrance. I wanted to dive right in face-first, but I restrained for the moment. I was sure that I'd get my chance. 

For a few seconds, we sat there and looked at each other. We were mostly undressed, except for my boxers and Hannah's skirt. I went for Hayeden first, engaging her in a long, sensuous kiss. Hannah began to rub me through my boxers, drawing the fabric around my length like a cotton condom (interesting, but it would ultimately be useless), defining its shape. She and I both could feel it throbbing in its cotton prison. I groaned softly against Hayeden's mouth as I submitted to Hannah's teasing hand. My hands were on Hayeden's plentiful breasts, kneading and rubbing, squeezing gently. Her nipples scraped softly against my palms. Hannah yanked my boxers down, and my organ bounced, celebrating its freedom. She stroked it, sending pleasant shivers up and down my body. 

Hayeden let me go and joined Hannah at my member, kissing her, and her hand stroked through my pubic hair to my balls. She cupped them and kneaded them tenderly. With nothing to do but watch, I reached down and slid my hand up Hayeden's legs, feeling the smooth, supple skin. She moved her body down a little to allow me to touch her. I reached her thigh, stroked the softer flesh on the inner side of it, and my fingertips brushed her inner lips. She gasped. 

"Get up on him," Hannah suggested, "Move your butt up on his chest."

Hayeden did so, and I fondled her inner lips, stroking the pad of my index finger along each one, and she moved herself a little more towards me. Finally, I had my chance. I reached out with my tongue and teased her a little, grazing the sensitive skin around those glistening inner lips, tasting the lips next, and then parting them to get a taste of the ripe pinkness between. 

Hannah replaced her hand with her mouth, drawing the head of my erection into her mouth, sucking it gently, her tongue swirling around the velvety flesh. Then I also felt Hayeden's mouth on the length, her tongue tasting me. They sucked and licked over me, all while I tongued Hayeden for all I was worth. I could feel her quivering on my lips and tongue, and before much longer, let go of me to cry out as she came. I lapped up the stuff as it almost gushed forth, enjoying the taste it. She slid off of me, and I sat up, wiping some of her cum from around my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Holy shit!" Hayeden trembled, "I want your brother so fucking bad right now!"

Hannah laughed, her hand on the base of my organ, "Well come get it then."

Hayeden moved herself up until she was straddling my hips, and I eased into those silken depths. Hannah didn't move her hand, but kept me firmly grasped as Hayeden settled down on my base. She began to ride me, her full breasts bouncing, her hips gyrating. Hannah, her hand still on me, scooted up and swung her leg over my head, planting herself onto my face. I happily began to tongue her while she ground herself on my mouth. Hayeden's tempo increased as she impaled herself on me, a small cry jarred from her as she bounced, the cry growing louder when she drew nearer to a climax. Hannah's thighs gripped my face, her grinding becoming more insistent. I gripped Hannah's firm butt and kneaded it while I poked my tongue into her only to drag it out to her swelling clit. 

Hayeden cried out again, enveloping me deep into her, rewarded by a slap of skin each time, and then I felt her vaginal walls almost clamp down over me, and my groin was drenched in her honey. Her hips gradually slowed to a crawl, and she leaned forward to kiss Hannah, who was going at my mouth. When I thought she was getting close, I grasped her engorged clit in with my lips and lavished attention on it, flicking it with my tongue, sucking gently as well as I could with her gyrating hips. That did it; her thighs tightened, and she shook like a leaf as she unleashed a torrent of her juices.

"Oh, shit! Aah, oh-my-god!"

I released her clit to catch as much as I could, and then she slid off of me. 

I again wiped the excess stuff from around my mouth, and Hayeden moved from me, and Hannah, who hadn't let go of me this whole time, began to lick Hayeden's honey from me, beginning with my lathered erection. She proceeded to suck me clean, and Hayeden moved behind her, raising that delectable butt to get a good long taste of Hannah. Hannah moaned around my length, pushing back a little. When Hannah had pronounced me clean, she hopped up, crouched over my manhood, and plunged it into her with one stroke, gasping as she did so. She did that for longer than I thought she would. I figured her legs would get tired quickly, but until that happened, I relaxed and watched with glee as my manhood dove deep into her. A few minutes later, she brought her knees down on either side of me and, facing away from me, ground me into her. 

With my length hitting certain spots within her, she came quickly, more of her sweetness flooding me.

"OH! Fuck, fuck-fuck! Oh shit, ooohhh, that was good!"

She raised herself off me, and offered me once again to Hayeden.

I got up and urged Hayeden onto her back. I raised her legs up and placed them on my chest, guided myself into her, and began a slow, relaxed pace. Hannah, far from done at this point, got on Hayeden and held her legs for me while she knelt over Hayeden's face. Hayeden went right to it, lapping, licking, sucking, curling at Hannah's pinkness. I pressed my lips to Hannah's, and we kissed for a time while my relaxed pace evolved into a more urgent one. In response, Hayeden's attentive attack on Hannah increased, and soon the three of us were getting near. Hannah let go first, grinding herself into a spectacular release, bathing Hayeden, who was coming almost at the same time, muffled moans and gasps. Hannah slipped off of her as I was near. 

I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to fill her up with my stuff, but I didn't think she'd want me to, and from her conversation with Hannah, I also didn't think she'd want me shooting all over her. Luckily, Hannah came to my rescue. When I was at the breaking point, she pushed me back, grasped my slick member in her hand, and plunged it halfway inside her mouth. She sucked fervently, and that was it for me. 

"Oh god!" I groaned, and jetted globs of cum into her mouth. She sucked the last little bit from me, went to Hayeden and got engaged in one of those sensual, erotic kisses, and they were sharing my spend. I only realized it when a small glob of it escaped from the side of Hayeden's mouth, to quickly get caught by Hannah. When they were done, they sank to the bed. 

Gasping for breath, we cooled off slowly, the perspiration drying on our skin. Hannah lay with her head on my stomach, her hair tickling my skin. Hayeden curled up against me on the other side. I only realized then that everything around us had faded during all of this, making this realization when the sounds of the room, the whoosh of the heater as it kicked on, the faint but recognizable hum of the refrigerator. Eventually, when the heat we had generated was dispelled, I urged Hannah up, pulled her to me. She put her head on my outstretched arm, and I grabbed the blanket, pulling it up on the three of us. I could hear Hayeden's breathing, slow and rhythmic, and saw that her eyes were closed. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she slept. Hannah was facing away from me, her back and butt pressed against my other side. I fell asleep soon after, my thoughts growing fuzzy as I slipped under. 



Half-Sister, Full Lover



She cried out, "Please, I'd rather not talk about it right now."

"This won't just go away," I replied, "I'd rather talk about this now than in the morning. But we really should talk about it. Can I come in?"

I heard a dresser drawer open and shut, a few seconds of silence, and then she sighed, "Fine, you can come in."

As I had before, I sat down on the edge of the bed, but this time she was standing in front of her dresser with her back to me, her head hanging. 

"Did you..." she began, hesitated, and tried, "How long were you standing there?"

"As long as you had been when you caught me," I smiled faintly.

Her head dropped a little further, "How did you know how long I'd been standing there?"

I admitted, "I could tell by the way that you answered when I asked you. And yes, I saw the whole...show."

She laughed a little, "Are we just gonna go around catching each other like this?" She turned around and looked at me, her face blushing brightly, "Oh my god, this is so humiliating!"

I scratched my chin, "Why? We're only human. We both have needs, as much as we'd sometimes like to keep them secret. Heck, I haven't had a decent sexual experience with a woman since Allie and I split up! How about you?"

She began to speak, stopped, and dropped her eyes, looking at the floor uncomfortably, "I haven't... I've never had one..."

My mouth dropped open a little. I was surprised, and she frowned when she saw me, "Don't look at me like that!"

"I'm just surprised, that's all," I recovered, "I would've thought you might have done that by now."

"Why is that?" her eyes narrowed, "You think I'm a..." She didn't finish that question, but I could tell what she was going to say.

"No! It's just that you're a grown woman, and it's pretty rare nowadays."

She cried, "I know! I'm a freak!"

I laughed, I couldn't help it, but I did, "You're not a freak. You're a beautiful woman, and though I wouldn't want you to go sleep with every guy you can find, I'm of an opinion that once you find the right guy, you should probably try it. It can be more enjoyable than flying solo. I should know."

Throwing her hands up in frustration, she confessed, "There's not a decent guy on campus that I would even want to try it with! They're all a bunch of testosterone assholes. There's this one guy I know, but...I...oh, I don't know! It's hopeless!"

I was interested in knowing who this one guy was, but I let it go for the moment. I suggested, "Well, some of the guys I work with are okay, I guess. A lot of them are degenerates and wouldn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman, but there're a few. Maybe I could set you up with them, and we could see how it goes."

She couldn't contain a giggle, "Are you trying to get me laid now? That's not very brotherly."

"It's not brotherly to want to make my sister happy?"

"Not going to those lengths, it's not."

"So I shouldn't be trying to help you be happy?"

She giggled again, "No, I don't want to date any of your co-workers. Just face it, I'll end up dying an old maid or something."

"That wouldn't be very fair to you, and I don't think I could stand by and not do anything about it." 

She looked at me oddly, and it took a second to realize what I had said. Had I really slipped up and revealed some of that forbidden temptation? Before I could try and retract that slip-up, she stopped me.

"What did you mean by that?"

I stammered, "Um, w-well, I just meant that I'd...try to help you find someone who isn't a total cretin, somebody who might actually fulfill your needs." Not exactly a smooth cover-up, I know, but it was something, at least. 

"Like who?" The look in her eyes wasn't angry, or suspicious, but as if she was waiting for me to say something specific. Or maybe it was my own hope...

"I don't know," I shrugged.

It still might have been just my imagination, but she seemed disappointed by my answer. "Well," she sighed, "Let me know when you have an idea. Until then I'll just sit here in my virginity and wait."

Feeling ineffective, I stepped up to her to hug her. Whatever she was thinking and hoping for, it came out then. She stood on her toes, put her arms around me, and kissed me. I had about two seconds to register her lips (Damn, so soft!) on mine, and then she stopped. I could see the look of surprise in her gorgeous brown eyes, and then the hurt and shame that replaced it, and I knew what kind of answer she had wanted from me. She started to back away, her face once again blushing bright red, but I stopped her. She looked back up at me with (god help me) hope, and all my feelings toward her, and her own hope prompted me to kiss her. I felt her gasp against my lips, and then she responded, kissing me back. For a moment, feeling overwhelmed with the rush, I went along with my need, my arms squeezing her to me, lifting her up slightly, pressing her against me, and my tongue slipped out only to be met by her own. But then my conscience stepped in, planting the rational thought in my head (and damn that conscience!), and I backed up, breaking the kiss, breathing hard.

"We can't do this. I'm your brother, for crying out loud! I'm supposed to be watching out for you, protecting you when you need it, not taking advantage of you!"

She protested, "What do you think you are doing? Are you really gonna trust some other guy to...do that to me? If I'm going to lose it, I'd rather it be with somebody I know I can trust, someone who at least has some idea how to please me, and not some idiot whose only concern is his own pleasure!"

As much as I wanted to just surrender to my urges and her needs, I had to play the big brother, "Sis...This just wouldn't be...right. Do you realize how much trouble we'd be in? Our family would never talk to us except to tell me how much of a filthy, decrepit pervert I would be for taking advantage of you like that. I wouldn't want that for you!"

She spit, "Oh, shit on them! If they were to find out, and I mean IF, screw them for judging us! If I'm ever gonna lose my virginity, I'm only gonna lose it to you. If you don't want to, then I'll stay a virgin for the rest of my life. Is that what you want?"

Wrestling with my primal lusts, I tried to think of some type of argument that might encourage her to seek her first sexual experience with someone...I don't know...who wasn't her brother! She interpreted my silence as rejection and tears brimmed in her eyes. 

"I see, so you don't want to. Fine!"

She began to turn away, and I grabbed her arm and pulled her against me. She began punching my chest, but her blows, though landing, were almost ineffectual at such closeness, and I held her against me, "Listen...the problem is that I do want you. You're so beautiful, and so damned sexy that it drives me nuts...but if you do have sex, it should be with someone you love, not your brother. It wouldn't be fair to you otherwise."

"Isn't it my choice? I mean, I'm the virgin, so I should decide who I should lose it to, shouldn't I? And I love you! If anyone should be the one I lose it to, it should be you. Please, I want it to be you!"

Thinking I should've been on the debate team (it would do me some good; I'm so bad with debates like this), and also glad that I wasn't on any team, I conceded. I lifted her chin and, for the second time, I kissed her. Again, my tongue met hers, and we shared a kiss that alone would be looked down on by others as incestuous. But who was society to tell me what's right and wrong? I thought angrily, Isn't that a decision I should make on my own? So I did, deciding that making my sister happy was the right thing to do, and if it made me happy as well, then what was so wrong about it? 

I picked her up in my arms, a little surprised at how light she seemed, and she swung her legs around my waist, locking her ankles against the small of my back. I had no doubt in my mind that, with the heat of her sex pressed up against me, she could feel the reaction that she'd created. The urgency of her kiss only heightened, her tongue quickened against mine. I held her in my arms, my hands cupping her shapely, toned, butt, which flexed as she rubbed herself on me. I carried her to the bed, and fell onto it with her. Her legs tightened on me, and a little moan escaped her mouth only to be captured by mine, her breath hot. Then, amazingly, she began arching her back and grinding herself against me. Her wetness, already saturating her shorts, began to soak into my pants, and the smell, the same one I had breathed in from her discarded hand towel, entered my nose, and I again breathed it in, dizzy with the musky sweetness that I hadn't smelled since the divorce. Then, before either of us could even get our clothes off, she came, grinding herself into an orgasm, further soaking her shorts and my pants. She cried out into my mouth, and I could feel her hips jerking helplessly with the overwhelming sensations. Her body trembled as she rode it down, expelling her breath forcefully through her nose, and then she calmed. Her legs let go of my waist and fell onto the bed, and her arms loosened a little. 

I backed up a little and looked down at her, all misgivings of taboos and society flying easily out of my head as I gazed down at her. Her raven-black hair fanned out around her head, her eyes were slightly glazed from her climax, her breasts heaved under her 'Hello Kitty' pajama shirt, and the crotch of her shorts were thoroughly permeated by the fragrant juices that she had leaked out. Despite her release, the look on her face was clear; she was far from done. I helped her sit up, and then grabbed the sides of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She lifted her arms to help, and I tossed it to the side. She insisted on helping me with my own shirt, yanking it off me, and then I undid her bra, freeing her generous, perky breasts, noting how her areolas and nipples were milk-chocolate brown, like the irresistible chocolate of a Hershey's bar. Her nipples were rigidly erect and only waiting for the touch of my hands and mouth. I touched my hands to her breasts, cupping each delectable mound, feeling the light, fleshy scrape of her nipples against the palms of my hands. I urged her to relax, and followed her as she fell back onto the bed. I pressed my lips against her hot flesh, kissed down to the swell of her breasts, and then began manipulating a nipple in my mouth, feeling its hardness against my tongue, flicking it playfully as she ran her hands through my hair. Then I moved to the other breast, running my tongue into the valley between before climbing up to the other chocolate-hued peak. I went back and forth between the two nipples for a few minutes, but the aroma under her soaked shorts beckoned me enticingly, so I finally abandoned her peaks and trekked south, stopping briefly at her navel, and then to the waistband of her shorts. I stopped kissing long enough to slip her shorts down her creamy, mocha-colored thighs, calves, ankles, and off her feet. 

The aroma intensified, and I beheld the source, below a neatly trimmed, raven-black patch of pubic hair, that area of sensitive skin that hid her virginity inside. I pulled her down to the edge of the bed and brought my face down between her open thighs. I touched my lips to her inner thighs, brushing my lips over the soft, slightly moist skin, feeling her shiver with the slight touch. She closed her eyes, smiling a little, enjoying the sensations. As much as I wanted to tease her skin longer, breathing in her smell made it all but impossible for me to delay any longer. My lips drifted closer to her, and then were upon her, feeling the intense heat that came from her. She sighed when she felt my tongue against her wetness, and her thighs opened wider. I reached my tongue out and tasted the sensitive flesh of her inner labia, tasted the juices that seeped out. As my tongue moved over her clitoris, she thrust her hips, pushing herself against my mouth, urging for more. To make her more comfortable, I lifted her legs up and draped them on my shoulders, and then commenced to lap at her with a little more vigor to capture the juices. She moved her hips with each lick, gasping and clutching at the comforter under her as the sensations increased. 

I moved my tongue up between the pink lips of her inner labia and to her clitoris before flicking the pink button and then back down I went to repeat the motion, over and over, stopping to lap up the nectar as it flowed. As I felt the movements of her hips become more frantic, I concentrated my efforts almost solely on her clit, swirling the tip of my tongue around it, and then over it again and again until I felt her tense up.

"Ohhhh, oh my god, that's...oh-my-god, right there! OH!"

The well-toned muscles of her legs clamped together behind my head, and her thighs against my ears muffled the sounds of her cries. I could feel her cum flooding my mouth, and opened it to get as much as I could, my tongue thrusting out, pushing her inner lips open, but, except for the muffled moans, the loudest sound in my ears was the rushing of my pounding heart. 

Her thighs relaxed and rested once again on my shoulders, so I moved them and moved onto the bed, holding myself above her. I was only a few inches away from her virginity, the head of my member resting against her heat. Before I could open my mouth to ask her if this was what she really wanted, she reached out, grabbed onto my hips, and pulled me into her. Facilitated by the lubrication of her juices, and some saliva, as well, the only resistance was her tightness, which was slightly painful until the head of my erection was inside her. Not hesitating, I slid in maybe an inch before coming to that point that defined her virginity. Her hands tightened on my hips, and then she again pulled down, and further inside I went. The thin membrane stubbornly resisted for maybe another second, and then her eyes closed tightly and the muscles in her jaw bulged as she fought not to cry out in pain as the membrane finally gave, tearing, and I sank fully into her. Her legs pressed against my outer thighs, her eyes remained tightly closed, an unmistakable tear squeezing out, and she breathed quickly through her nose as she waited for the pain to cease. 

That moment of conscience flooded suddenly into my brain as I watched her ride out the pain, and I tried to pull myself away before I could cause her any more pain, but her arms flew up around me, her eyes shot open, and she shook her head violently.

"We're already past the hard part," she hissed, "Just hold still so I can get used to it."

I relaxed and waited, while in my head, I called myself anything and everything I could think of. This was hardly anything a good brother would do, not this. I cursed my weak will, my blatant lack of self-control. Yet, Hannah was right. I had already penetrated her virginity; the damage was done. The least I could do now was to make sure that her enjoyment was well worth the pain. When her body relaxed, and she sighed as the pain abated some, I began to move, slowly, gingerly within her. She tensed up again, and I winced, but instead of letting me stop, her hands again tightened on my hips, and she lifted her own against me. I had to admit, her delicious tightness was causing sensations that I'd never experienced before. My ex-wife had lost her virginity a year before I'd met her, so this was very new to me. Despite her wetness, there was just enough friction to make it feel quite good.

She pulled me down against her, and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue flicking hungrily against my lower lip, and I opened my mouth slightly to return the favor. If she disliked the taste of herself that was still in my mouth, she showed no signs. Our tongues played eagerly together, and I continued to move my length within her, no longer as gingerly as before, and she moved with me, lifting her hips as I pushed inside her, pulling at my hips. Then she moved her legs, resting them on mine, her calves on the backs of my lower thighs, and her hands left my hips to knead the muscles on my back. Her hips moved faster, indicating that she would like to increase the rhythm some, and I obliged, beginning to thrust faster into her. She moaned against my mouth, her tongue vibrating against mine. With this increased pace, I couldn't guarantee that I would be able to last much longer, and I began to wonder if I shouldn't be wearing a condom, but it seemed to be a little late for that. 

As if she'd been reading my mind, she whispered, "Quit worrying, I'm on the pill." 

I was a little surprised, considering that only moments ago she'd been a virgin. 

The thought flew out of my mind as I felt her getting near. I thrust a little harder, a little deeper, and as I opened my eyes, I could see her looking right back at me. Her breathing suddenly stopped, and she tensed, her legs and arms thrumming. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, and she tightened a little painfully on my length for almost five or six seconds before she loosed a cry, and then I felt her womanhood throbbing, pulsing around me. Thinking that she was finished, I decided that it would be a good idea for me not to cum. I waited for her to settle, but when I gradually tried to withdraw, she stopped me. 

Panting for breath, she pleaded, "I want more."

So I began moving within her again. It didn't take long; only a few minutes later, I could feel her beginning to tense up. I somehow managed to hold myself back, and I thrust into her as I felt her trembling towards another climax. Then she locked up again, her whimpers and moans turning into cries, her climactic juices drenching my length, adding to an ever-growing wet spot on her bed. When, again, she asked for more, I could tell what she was waiting for. 

I resumed the rhythm once more, and she moved her legs to wrap around the backs of my thighs. As I thrust, she pulled with her legs while also pulling with her hands, which rested on my sides. I struggled against my inevitable release, even biting my tongue, and it worked for another five minutes until I could feel Hannah beginning to reach yet another climax. As her vaginal walls tightened around me, I realized that there was no way I could hold out any longer. I felt the waves building towards my release, thrust deep into her, and she cried out as she felt me erupt inside her. I gradually coasted to a stop, and for almost five minutes, neither of us moved, our breaths slowing a little. 

Then, she looked at me, smiled, and whispered, "I'm laying on a really big, wet spot right now." 

I couldn't help but laugh, feeling that dopey, warm feeling that I sometimes got afterward. I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me until she was on top, my erection fading, but still inside her for the moment. I caressed my hands up and down her back, and she sighed, her head on my chest. She pouted a little when my erection, having left, slipped from inside her. 

We lay there for another five minutes, basking in that after-sex feeling, and then I got up to start the shower for us. When I looked down, I felt a little woozy at the sight of her virginal blood on me, and it depressed me a little to know that it was my fault. I used a washcloth from under the sink to wipe it from me, and then I felt her hands on my back, and her lips right between my shoulder blades. I turned around, and her eyes widened slightly as she saw her blood on the washcloth. 

She smiled a little, "You worry too much. Come on, let's get in the shower."

I followed her as she stepped in, sighing happily while the hot spray of water cascaded down her back. I stood there like a dolt, just watching the water as it ran down her beautiful body, until she pulled me against her, stood on her toes, and kissed me. 

"I think you're gonna have a lot to teach me."



Half Sisters



I'm Caroline and was raised to be the best in everything I do. My mother and father were complete opposites and divorced when I was eight years old. Mom, was a District Attorney and my father was a free lance writer. How they got together I'll never know. My mother just said that they were opposites and she must have had a lapse in judgment.

My father was one of those people that did things on the spur of the moment. I spent every other weekend with him when I was young and up until he got remarried when I was ten. After that I was lucky to see him once a month. His new wife really didn't care for me all that much.

Once she got pregnant it was all about her daughter. I excelled in everything I did which made my mother really proud of me. My father often complimented me in private but not in front of his wife.

My step-mother was Asian so my half sister and I didn't look anything alike. The older I got the less we looked like sisters. We were eleven years apart so we didn't have anything in common. I will say I really did love her and took her to the park and babysat for her many times throughout the years.

She liked me but from a very young age I could tell we were opposites. I was an all 'A' student and received a number of scholarships for college. Even in college I studied hard and did the best I could. I majored in pre-law and wanted to be a lawyer like my mother. I took accounting as a minor and received a CPA (certified public accountant). I spent most of my time studying but a few times I broke down and went out. I had friends but they were mostly geeks.

I didn't see much of my father after starting college. It would mainly be during the holidays. He was the only person to call me Carrie. Sasha started calling me 'Cawie' when she first started talking. It sounded so cute and I never corrected her. They were the only two people that called me something other than Caroline. My mother said that using your full name sounded more professional so I let people know to call me Caroline.

I remember telling Sasha, my half sister about studying hard and having a career. She told me that if she went to college it would be to enjoy herself and party on down. She dated at a young age and was somewhat of a wild child, but I loved her; she was my sister. I didn't approve of her lifestyle but we did keep some contact with each other.

I did excellent school and was accepted at a prestigious law firm upon graduation. When I turned twenty-eight I met my husband Charles who was also a lawyer and a partner in the firm.

My father died shortly after I started at the firm. It hit me pretty hard even though I didn't see him that much; after all he was really the only man in my life. At the funeral Sasha said she needed to talk to me. She told me that she'd had an abortion because she didn't love the guy and wasn't ready to be a mother. She wanted to live a little and not be tied down.

I talked to her and did my best to comfort her. She said she had never told her mother or our father about the pregnancy. After the funeral we said we would try to stay in touch more often but it was mostly words. We were from two different worlds.

I made it to her graduation and asked her if she was going to college. She said that she wasn't and took cosmetology classes in high school and was already accepted at a beauty salon. I wished her the best and tried to encourage her even though I didn't agree with her life choices.

After I returned to the firm I felt alone. The only man in my life at the time was my father and he had died. I began dating Charles who was forty-two at the time. I know he was a lot older than me but I guess I was looking for a father figure.

Charles had two kids who were already teenagers. I got along with them fine when I told them I wasn't there to replace their mother who had died of cancer the year before. I wondered what it would be like to be a real mom with a baby. I remembered how I used to like taking care of Sasha. I would not get the chance to know since Charles had a vasectomy after his son was born. He said he already went through the child rearing years.

My mother approved of Charles since he was probably woven from the same cloth as she was. He was strict and to the point, with me and his kids. He would only be called Charles and was set in his ways. I guess we had a marriage of convenience.

Our sex life was nothing to write home about. It was usually missionary position and I was lucky if it was once a month. One time I had drank to much at a party we went to and I went to go down on him and he stopped me. He said only sluts do that and asked me if I was a slut.

I apologized for my actions and never tried again. Needless to say he would never consider going down on me. I should tell you a little about my past sexual experience; it won't take long.

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I never had sex until my second year of college. I lost my virginity to a man named Matt whom I really didn't care for very much. He was a vulgar person who acted like he was some kind of God's gift to women.

In my first year of college I studied and spent all my free time at the library or reading books. In my second year I joined a sorority of the smartest girls at the college. Some were somewhat geeky but they were my friends. It was at one of the parties we went to that I had my first drink.

After three drinks I was out of it. The guys at the party also had some marijuana. I had never smoked it in my life but being three sheets to the wind I tried it. Before long Matt was on a couch with me and before I knew it his hands were in my panties.

I couldn't think straight and it felt so good. Before long he was having sex with me on the couch. He put his thing next to my mouth and told me to suck it. I did and I actually felt powerful. He kept telling me how good it felt as he kept feeding me more of his cock. He said he didn't want to come in my mouth and that's when he pulled off my panties and fucked me. It hurt a little but not for long. He said he never had a pussy that was so wet. I took that as a compliment and he fucked me and I had my first orgasm ever.

The next day I felt guilty. Matt asked me out but I always told him "No". The only times I had sex after that was if I got drunk or smoked a little weed. In the next five years I was lucky if I had sex twice a year. I did get on the pill after the first time with Matt, I was so afraid of getting pregnant. It was purely a precautionary measure.

There was a big party when my friends and I graduated from law school. There was this huge party; Matt was there and I danced with him after having a few drinks. He and his friend, Jerry had some weed and I tried it and really let myself go.

I gave both men oral sex and they both fucked me. I was really turned on with one man sucking my breasts while the other one fucked me. They kept taking turns with one in my mouth and the other in my pussy. I don't remember how many times I climaxed.

The next day my friend Sylvia told me that I had had sex with at least seven different guys. I was so out of it that I said anyone can fuck me if they wanted to. I was horrified at losing control like that and vowed never do it again.

I graduated and started at the law firm leaving my past behind me. I went over a year not having sex till I met Charles. Sex was ok but I could take it or leave it other than when I drank too much. Sex was not a big part of my life and I was happy with that. I spent more time on my clients and making a name for myself.

Charles did not like my sister, Sasha. He said she didn't have enough moral fiber. When he met her she had a half dozen tattoos and a diamond stud in her nose. Her hair was up high on her head and was multiple colors but predominately pink. I have to admit that I didn't like her look either but she was old enough to make her own decisions regardless of how I felt. I did stay in communication with her. She was my sister after all.

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Charles and I have been married for ten years and his kids were off to college and living a life of their own, leaving just Charles and me in our home. Our marriage was more of a partnership than a loving marriage. Charles would fly down to Florida twice a year with one of the partners and play golf for a week. That was what he did for his pleasure and vacation.

I usually went to see my mother while Charles was away since we had moved to a different state and I rarely saw her. Charles usually went with Ben, a partner in our office. Ben was kind of a whore hound. He would hit on most women but he knew when to stop as not to get charged with harassment.

This year I decided to stay home for a couple of days and then see my mother for a few days, then go see my sister for two days. I was home relaxing, just out of the shower and had my robe on over just my panties. I was having a glass of wine when there was a knock at the door. I answered it and was surprised to see Ben.

He stepped inside and said he didn't go with Charles this year. He would be taking his wife Grace on a cruise the next day. When I asked him why he stopped by if he knew Charles wasn't home and he grinned at me. He reached out and pulled the soft belt of my robe. It fell open and my breasts were in full view.

He reached to touch them and I quickly pushed him back and closed my robe. I asked him to please leave and I wouldn't say anything to Charles. He said that Charles was probably already fucking one of his sluts.

I was a bit shocked. "What do you mean? Charles isn't like that!" I quickly responded.

"How fucking dumb are you? He's goes golfing twice a year and his nights are spent fucking whores. Hell! He's been doing it as long as I can remember."

"No, you're lying, Charles isn't like that. He's a man of honor."

"Ha-ha, I've watched your man of honor ass fuck one woman while he ate the pussy of another. Damn, you never knew did you? Hell, I thought I'd come by and give you a little cock. I have to say you have one of the nicest bodies I've ever seen. If I was Charles I'd be home taking care of you."

"Please leave, I don't believe you. Charles wouldn't do that!"

Ben stepped forward and kissed me hard on the lips. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. He reached in my robe and squeezed my tits. It hurt as he squeezed my nipples. I finally got an arm free and slapped him across the face.

He laughed and grabbed my arms and held them against the wall above my head. With his other hand he slid inside my panties and squeezed my mound and pussy. "Nice, I love a woman with a full bush."

I know I closed my eyes when he squeezed my mound. I felt him take his hand out of my panties as he backed up and laughed at me. "Nice tits and pussy! If you want that pussy taken care of, just call me." He walked out the door without saying another word.

I wasn't sure what to do or think; my legs felt shaky as I walked over and sat back in my chair and gulped down my wine. He was one of Charles's best friends. What if he was telling the truth? I drank enough wine that I fell asleep on the couch. The next morning I decide to go ahead and see my mother and then my sister. I would have a talk with Charles when he comes home.

I visited my mother and she was the same as always. Not really loving but was more of a business woman. She was still the District Attorney and was preparing to run again. We ate out at extravagant restaurants each night. She introduced me to her friends and acquaintances. I got the feeling that one man in particular was her lover. She wouldn't admit it but she did seem to act differently with him.

I don't think she wanted me to know about her lover and I didn't push the issue. I think she was happy that I left after three days. I headed down to see my sister who lived in an apartment building that was close to her work. It wasn't a bad place and even had a pool for those that lived there and they could invite their friends to swim.

She was so happy to see me and said she took the next three days off of work so we could spend time together. Her hair was a bright red and she had a couple of new tattoos. I kind of shook my head when I saw them but I had to smile at her. She was just a free wheeling type of woman. Sometimes I wished I was more free like her.

Sasha was a tiny woman, maybe five feet tall and a hundred and ten pounds. Her boobs were small enough that she often went without a bra. I was somewhat of a full bodied woman. I stood five feet eight and a hundred and forty pounds. I worked out and had a muscled torso. No matter how much I worked out I couldn't lose any more weight. I did have a nice figure if I may say so.

I was rather white seeing I didn't get out in the sun much. I thought about getting a tanning bed but who was going to see my body anyway? Charles said he didn't believe in tanning beds since his wife died of cancer.

Sasha said she thought we could party but would be playing it by ear. We headed out to lunch at one of Sasha's favorite restaurants. It was a restaurant and lounge. And the food was quite good. Sasha ordered us a bottle of wine. I did tell her that it was a bit early to start drinking but she said we never got together much.

After my second glass of wine Sasha asked me how Charles was; she knew he didn't much care for her and she liked him even less. Drinking leaves me less inhibited and I began telling Sasha about Ben and what he told me about Charles. It wasn't in my nature to talk like this but I guess I just wanted to tell someone.

"Did you have sex with this Ben fellow?" asked Sasha.

"God No! After he grabbed my boob I slapped him across the face and told him to leave."

"Do you believe him? Do you think Charles has been cheating on you? Have you ever cheated on him?"

"I have never cheated on Charles. Our sex life sucks but I just learned to accept it." I told her how Charles never wanted oral sex or ever gave it to me. I explained how I had tried years ago and he told me only sluts and whores act like that.

"I believe Ben," said Sasha. "He sounds like an asshole and probably only wanted in your panties but I never met a man that only wants missionary sex. I listen to a lot of women in the salon and I think Charles wants you prim and proper while he does the nasty with other women."

I knew she was right but didn't want to admit it to myself. I told her that sex had never been a top priority in my life but I did tell her about a couple times at college when I was inebriated.

"You didn't? My big sister did the nasty with a group of guys. How come you never told me about it? I've always took you for a prude," said Sasha as she was laughing.

"I'm not proud of it. I let myself go and let men use me. I don't drink a lot because I don't want that to happen again. Not my best side," I said.

"Be honest, did you at least enjoy it; at least a little? Come-on, tell me the truth, I'm a big girl now."

"Yes, I enjoyed it while it was happening but felt bad afterwards. I didn't want to be known as a slut. Anyway that was twelve years ago, before I met Charles. He doesn't know anything about it and I want to keep it that way. Please never mention it to him."

"You're my big sister. All your secrets are safe with me. You and my mom are all the family I have or at least talk with. Mom has some relatives overseas but I've never met them."

"So, tell me a little about your life; any boyfriends or someone special in your life?" I asked.

"Believe it or not I was engaged to a guy named John. I liked him a lot and he did ask me to marry him and I said yes. He took me to meet his mother and she seemed to like me, tattoos and all. On our next date John said his mother couldn't wait to have grandchildren. John was her only child and she wanted us to have lots of babies.

"I told John about the abortion I had years ago and that I was unable to have kids. I wanted to be honest with him. He told his mother; after that his mother brought up my tattoos and hair color and anything else she could think of. I told him to go fuck himself and that was it."

"I'm sorry, I want you to be happy, you're my little sister and I hate to see you get hurt." I had drunk to much and was getting emotional.

"It's ok, I date a lot and have been seeing a guy named Tony. I don't love him or anything but the sex is great." She was smiling and it made me smile. "You'll meet him tomorrow. He is coming over with a few friends and we'll have a party for you."

"I don't know about a party Sasha. I am married to Charles you know."

"You're my big sister and I want you to enjoy our time together. We'll see how it goes. It's time to go shopping, let's go."

I was a bit inebriated but had control. We took a taxi to different stores that Sasha liked to shop at. I have to admit that they weren't the type of stores I shopped at but I was having fun. Sasha asked me if I had brought my swimsuit so we could go in the pool. I told her I didn't and she said we had to go buy one unless I wanted to go skinny dipping.

I went over to the one piece bathing suits and Sasha told me I was going to get a two piece. "With a body like yours, you need to show it off a little. Maybe even get a tattoo," she laughed.

"No tattoos, if you want them that's fine but I don't want any," I was laughing while saying it. I did agree to a two piece bathing suit but knew Charles would totally disagree. This would probably be the only time I wear it.

After we shopped for a couple of hours we took in a movie. I couldn't remember the last time Charles and I went to the movies. The more time I spent with Sasha the more I realized what I had missed in life. I was the prim and proper spouse and junior partner in my husband's law firm. Our marriage was more of a contract then it was a loving marriage.

Charles and I never did much in the line of fun things other than company or client parties. I enjoyed them but always kept my drinking down to a minimum. The few times I drank a little to much Charles would get pissed and tell me I was acting more like a slut than a respectable housewife.

I can't ever remember us doing anything spontaneous. Charles was always a planner and I pretty much went along with his decisions. I am happy with my life but I do think I missed a lot, oh well, that's life.

After the movies we went to a local hangout and ate bar food and drank wine. The last time I ate bar food like this was when I was in college. As we talked a lot of Sasha's friends came over and she introduced them to me. There was some flirting going on but mostly kidding around.

I was surprised when Tony came over and gave Sasha a light kiss. "Tony, this is my big sister Carrie. She's staying with me for a couple of days. Are you and your friends still planning on coming over tomorrow?"

Tony looked at me and said, "We'll be happy to come and party with you. We'll even bring the wine, any kind in particular?" he asked.

Sasha laughed and told him to put his tongue back in his mouth. "Surprise us with the wine but don't bring any of that rot gut stuff you drink. My sister's a lawyer and only drinks the best."

We stayed at the bar for a while but I was getting tired. She said goodbye to Tony and told him to stop by around seven the next evening unless he wanted to go in the pool. I was a bit shocked because all I had was that new two piece bathing suit.

I mentioned it to Sasha as we headed back to her apartment and she told me that her friends were pretty cool and most women wore two piece bathing suits. I kind of left it at that. When we got back to the apartment I got ready for bed. I put on a silky red negligee that Sasha told me to buy.

I was lying in bed thinking about the day we had together when Sasha asked if she could come in. She jumped on the bed and we talked like two teenagers.