46 comments/ 321776 views/ 89 favorites It Doesn't Count By: Rob_mDear This is the brother/sister version of a set of four separate, three-part stories. All are basically the same with slightly different character relationships. "It Doesn't Count" involves a brother and sister, "A Mother's Lust" involves a mother and son, "It Doesn't Matter" involves an older woman and her daughter's young ex-boyfriend, while "It Shouldn't Matter" involves a young woman and her younger sister's ex-boyfriend. You can read any or all of them, according to your tastes, but the vast majority of all parts of all stories are the same. This is the first of three parts in the "It Doesn't Count" short series. All are equally good, and all have sex in them, so you might as well start at the beginning, so situations and references to past events make more sense. -- The Author * Dan glanced down at Amy's slim, manicured hand. It rested just millimeters from his, with her long, delicate fingers beside his own, on the table between plates littered with the remnants of a moderately expensive lunch. She was so close he could feel the warmth of her, but her hand wasn't touching his. He looked up into her eyes, seeing a mischievous twinkle there. She'd placed her hand there, just that way, on purpose, as a subtle reminder. Dan had to look away. He felt a blush rising in his cheeks. A quick glance told him Amy was grinning, enjoying his discomfort. He didn't know why this was all so much easier for her. He'd thought that he was the bold one. In their family, Amy was the careful, considering, planning one. She was the one that didn't take unnecessary risks. She was the one that played by the rules. She never cut in line. She never spoke out of turn. She never pocketed a bill that someone else had carelessly dropped. And Amy was the one that tried to make sure she had a royal flush before she made even a small bet. She was two years older than him, yes, but he was still more daring. He considered himself to be more mature, too, especially in affairs of the heart. Or, rather, especially when it came to sex. She thought he was a hound. He thought he was well traveled. Amy took her hand away to reach into her purse to pay the bill. Dan felt a sudden sadness as she did so. "Let me, today, Sis," Dan offered, knowing he couldn't really afford to pay for even his own meal, let alone hers, too. Amy looked up at him with her sea green eyes, her hand at rest in the maw of the purse. She hesitated a moment before continuing to look in it for cash. "No, honey, I've got it." She had never called him honey before. It sounded strange, and a little unsettling. She'd been saying things like that throughout lunch. "No, let me, come on," Dan argued. "It's the twenty first century, sweetie," she said, looking up at him with a smile. "Men don't have to pay for their dates anymore. Anyway, I have a job." Dan glared at her, letting his face harden into ice. "It's not a date, Sis." "Whatever you say, lover," she said, smiling, as she dropped some crumpled bills onto the check on the table. "I've gotta get back to work. I'm running late." She rose from her seat, then walked around the table to pass him on the way to the exit. As she reached him she suddenly bent down to put her broad, full mouth to his, or almost to his. She stopped with her lips just a hair's breadth away. He felt one long, warm breath caress his lips. She made a slow, soft kissing sound, then was up and off, never having touched him. Dan watched her walk away with a motion that made him sit up straight. He felt something stirring in him. He tried his best to ignore it. * * * It had happened, or rather started, rather innocently. He'd stopped by to visit her at her apartment on Friday after work. She was getting ready to go out for the evening with friends. He just wanted to borrow some CDs. As a poor, struggling senior in college, it was a lot cheaper than buying his own. As long as he was there, she'd said she wanted his opinion. "Be honest. Brutally honest, if you can." "About what?" Dan asked, not really listening, as he sorted through her collection. She had far too many slow, romantic pop albums. That stuff made his skin crawl. He'd thought she had better taste than that. At least, she did with everything other than music. "As a guy, not as my brother, just as a guy." The way she'd phrased that made him pause. He swiveled his head to look her in the eye. "Yes?" "As a guy, on a scale from, say, eight to ten... am I hot?" "Eight? Eight to ten?" "I'm feeling fragile today. You can't go lower than eight." Dan grunted as he turned back to selecting music. Amy always felt fragile. Or rather, she always felt insecure. He didn't know why. She was smart. She was fun. And she was a total knockout, and she knew it. Dan had spent an embarrassingly large part of his life telling his friends that no, they couldn't date her, so let it go. "Come on, Dan. Okay, have it your way, on a scale from five to ten, how hot am I?" "Are we talking hot as in simply attractive, or hot as in getting a guy to try to get into your lonely pants?" Dan had said it without looking up. His bored, tired tone of voice said he wasn't looking up, in case she didn't notice. "Into your pants hot," she answered, ignoring the "lonely" comment. Dan sighed loudly, realizing that this wasn't going to stop until he gave it his full attention. Fine, if that was the way she wanted it. He stood up to look her over. Only now did he notice that she was dressed to kill. It was funny that he hadn't even noticed that she'd changed since he'd arrived. If she weren't his sister, he was sure it would have hit him like a whole bottle of tequila. He wondered now which friends she was going out with, and who she was actually going after. He fought down a surge of inappropriate jealousy. She wore a tight fitting, short, black dress. It was almost too low cut, showing too much of his sister's cleavage in a way that made Dan a bit uncomfortable. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra. High heels, makeup, lipstick, dangly earrings, she had everything she needed to get any guy that wasn't gay to do anything she wanted, for, with, or to her. "Turn around," he ordered. Amy looked him in the eye, hesitating, as if she were suddenly too shy to model for her brother. She slowly spun in place, spinning her head to keep him in her sight the whole time. Her long, straight, pale blond hair flew around her as she whipped her chin from one shoulder to the other, taking her eyes from his only in that instant, but looking right back into his as soon as she could. Dan silently whistled in his own head. He didn't really need Amy to spin around to know what her curves looked like. She would have looked hot in flannel pajamas. It had been driving him crazy since he'd reached puberty and figured out that his body was attracted to girls, no matter what they did or how they acted, or who they were. The fact that she was his older sister hadn't made her any less exciting to a growing teenage boy. He'd gotten used to it by now. He'd numbed himself, over time, to his sister's sex appeal. But when he stopped to look at her, to really look at her, his blood started pumping faster. Bodies like hers didn't come along very often. Faces like hers didn't come along very often. Finding them together, on one sweet, warm, intelligent woman, simply didn't happen, ever. Dan knew that for a fact. He'd been searching his whole short life for one woman that was half of what Amy was, and no one he'd met had ever come close. She thought he was a rogue because he never dated the same girl more than three times. She'd never know that it was because he knew he was never going to meet a girl as unbelievable as the one he'd grown up with, the one that he could never have. She herself had set the bar too high for him. "Well? How long is this going to take?" she asked, growing impatient. He sensed that she was afraid that he wouldn't give her a ten. "Nine and a half," he said, out of spite. She wrinkled the corner of her lip at him, demonstrating a mix of disappointment and irritation. "You lose a half a point because you're my sister," he explained quickly, feeling guilty about hurting her feelings, no matter how slight the insult was. She really was too sensitive. "A half a point because I can't do any of the things the sight of you brings to mind." She immediately broke into a warm smile, which had its usual effect on Dan. He suddenly felt warm himself. It was mostly a contented warmth, the result of making her happy. It was also a slow burning, surging warmth, the inevitable result of seeing a beautiful, sexy woman smile at him lovingly. * * * Amy loved getting compliments from Dan, more than from any other man. She shouldn't, she knew. He was her baby brother, but that was what made his words special. If she could get him aroused, she knew she'd gotten it right. If she could send her own brother into heat, she knew she was a hot bitch. It helped that he was sexy himself, a ten on her own personal scale, brother or not. She generally liked guys that were different from her. She liked them dark and Mediterranean looking. Blond, clean-cut guys were a turn off, except for Dan. He had sandy blondish hair, with clean facial features that were too even, too symmetrical. But he also had a strong cut to his jaw and his cheek bones, with dirty blond facial hair that he only shaved every few days. It made him look more rugged, and he knew it. He usually wore a bit of a scowl, or at best a serious, thoughtful look. The contrast between that stern, harsh, manly demeanor and the brightness of his wide smile was knee weakening. Whenever he switched from one to the other, Amy's heart jumped. Amy lowered her head, so that she could peer at him seductively from under her brow. She sauntered toward him with an exaggerated sway to her shoulders and hips, holding her hands to her thighs as she walked. "What can I do to earn that half point, baby brother?" she asked coyly. Dan broke into that wonderful grin. Amy felt herself instantly melting. She lost her composure then, letting a broad smile creep onto her face as well to hide her embarrassment. "No, really," she said, suddenly self-conscious, abandoning the game. "We're meeting some guys tonight. One of them has potential. I want to be ready. I want to be a hit." Dan rolled his eyes at her, just like he always did. It was one of those cute habits she loved in him, but he didn't know what it was like to be a woman. He didn't know what it was like to have to radiate being untouchable and accessible, both at the same time. She had to seem interestingly disinterested. She had to make it clear that she was what every guy wanted, a prudish slut. She had to make a guy think she was hard to get, or would be for almost anyone but him, because he was so special and attractive to her. Guys were so hard to manipulate into doing what they already wanted to do. It was annoying. Dan also didn't seem to understand that there was always competition. A girl couldn't just look good. If you were out with friends, then you had to be hot, hotter, hottest. Not too hot. You couldn't look like the whore in the group. But the prettiest rose got the most bees, or at least it got them first. "Trust me, Sis, you'll be a hit," Dan said, with an unconscious, appreciative leer. "Promise? If I wind up coming home alone tonight, will you make it up to me?" "And just how would I do that?" Amy was feeling wicked again. Her self-conscious mood had already passed. She loved teasing Dan. It was so easy. As smooth and as in control as he was around other girls, he frequently lost his composure around her. And as careful and as timid as she was around everyone else, she always felt comfortable and unrestrained around Dan. "Oh, I don't know," she said with a half leer of her own. "I guess you'd have to show me what another guy would have done, if you hadn't messed me up by telling me I was already hot enough." "Sure," Dan said grimly. "I could get a pencil and paper and draw diagrams for you." "That would hardly do it," Amy said, glowering. "No, you'd have to show me." "Amy, I'm your brother. Stop it." "I didn't say you'd have to do it, silly. You'd have to show me." "How? Bring someone else home for a demonstration?" "Yuk, no. I don't want to see you with another woman." She realized that she'd let a touch of real jealousy creep into her voice. She glanced at Dan to see if he'd noticed. His face was unreadable, cast back into that sexy, stern, hard glare he used so often. She actually had to look away to compose herself, as she felt her knees start to tremble at the sight of it. Amy wasn't sure herself what she was saying. She wasn't sure why she'd started this line of conversation. It had been fun a few sentences back, but it had suddenly grown awkward. She didn't know what she was saying, or thinking. Dan did this to her sometimes. He just had that effect on her. "You'd just have to show me, I guess," she told him. "But without touching me. We're bother and sister, so we couldn't touch." "No, we couldn't." Dan's voice was cold, but in a funny way. It was more like he was struggling to take all emotion out of it, than that there wasn't any there. Amy looked at him for a moment, considering. "Well, I've got to go. Have you found what you want?" she asked, abruptly changing the subject and glancing at her pile of CDs. "What? No! You haven't given me a chance." "Well, hurry up. Or better yet, just let yourself out. You have your keys, lock up when you leave," she said, hurrying over to the door in tiny, high-heel safe, tight-skirt constricted steps. As she stepped out into the hall, she glanced back at Dan to see him looking at her. She knew he'd be stealing a glimpse of her ass. It made her feel good, confident, as she headed out for the hunt. * * * Amy fumbled awkwardly with the keys to her apartment door, feeling a bit dizzy. The cool night air had made her feel more sober than she really was, but the sudden warmth of the stale building hallway brought the mind clouding sensations back in force. She leaned her head against the door for a moment, trying to gather her wits, then looked back at the key ring. She systematically picked out the bolt key, put it in the lock, and turned. It didn't budge. At first she thought she'd turned it the wrong way in her confused state. When she thought about it more, she realized that she'd used the key the correctly. It was just already unlocked. A moment of panic hit her, thinking that someone had broken in again. Then she realized her foolish brother must have forgotten to set the bolt. She'd been ripped off enough times that it really bothered her. She angrily put the other key in the doorknob, turned it, and whipped into the room, quickly closing the door behind her. Without bothering to turn on the lights, she flipped her heels off, first and foremost eager to release her feet from their torturous prison. In the same moment she reached back to unzip her damn dress. It was sexy, but it was too tight and confining, and ultimately it was a failure, too. All that sex appeal came at an annoying price, and it hadn't even paid off. She was alone. Again. The guy was a jerk. They were all jerks. She shimmied hurriedly out of the dress and slip both, letting them simply fall to the floor, right at the doorstep, in a heap. Only then, once completely naked and free, did she walk towards her bedroom, while reaching up to remove one earring. It was dark, but the city's distant streetlights feebly lit the room unevenly with a dim, oddly faded, orange glow. After taking only two steps, she suddenly knew that she wasn't alone in the room. Her heart raced, but the rest of her froze. Someone, someone large, moved on the couch, sitting up, facing her. She half turned back toward the door, wondering if she could get there and open it quickly enough to get out. It took a moment to realize the guy on her couch was Dan. * * * Dan put his hands to his face, rubbing it fiercely, trying to wake up. He groggily took in the dark room, his sister near the door, and the four empty bottles on the low table in front of him. He squinted his eyes shut one more time, before opening them wide. Amy was naked, he realized with a shock. She stood, frozen in an awkward pose, with two hands to one ear, and her head tipped to that side. Soft light fell on her breasts, accentuating the dark creases beneath them, where they curved evenly away from her body, up to nicely pointed, pale nipples. Her legs were partly spread, as if she'd stopped in mid stride, so that while he couldn't clearly see her pubic hair in the dark, the gap between her legs was wide and obvious, and tempting. Dan hurriedly put one hand across his brow, although only after he knew he had looked at her for far too long. "Sorry, Sis. I didn't mean to fall asleep. It got kind of boring, and I think I drank too many beers." "What are you still doing here?" Her tone was angry. He peeked under his hand to see that she'd moved her arms to cover her breasts, but did nothing to hide the rest of her. He immediately retreated further behind his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut for good measure. "I forgot your keys," he told her. "I thought I had them, but I didn't, and I didn't want to leave your place unlocked." "You could have called my cell," Amy admonished. "No. You acted like the evening was important to you. I didn't want to wreck it for you. It was no big deal." "It was a big deal. You wasted your whole evening. And as it turned out, I wasted mine, too." Her tone had softened. She was still angry, but at least now it wasn't aimed at him. "You can open your eyes," she said into his darkness. Dan lowered his hands and looked at her, only to see that she was still naked. She'd returned to the task of removing the earring, leaving her breasts exposed to him again. He forced his eyes up to meet hers as quickly as he could. Only when he met her eyes, her face strangely expressionless, did she turn to head into her bedroom. "I'll be right out. I just have to get all of this worthless jewelry off," she said, her tone still annoyed. Dan set about gathering up his beer bottles, guiltily feeling that he shouldn't have had so much of it at her expense. A part of his mind wondered why she'd let him see her naked, but he shook the thought away as unimportant. She was just his sister. It wasn't that big of a deal. The incongruous image of Amy, nonchalantly standing naked before him, came vividly, unsolicited back into his mind. He wasn't sure what had gotten into her. It was out of character for her, unless she'd become so accustomed to his being around that she'd lost all pretense of modesty. He didn't think he could remember ever having seen her naked, even as kids. Not that he hadn't tried, on occasion. For Dan, she wasn't just "his big sister." She was far too much of a woman for that. He felt an erection growing as he worked the memory of her body over in his mind, trying to recall every thing he'd seen, every detail. She was simply too good looking. He'd imagined himself with her any number of times, and felt no shame for having done it. He'd challenge any guy to have her as a sister and not do the same thing. Her breasts were not only large, but also firm. Her long, perfectly straight blond hair had fallen partially in front of her shoulders, reaching just down past her nipples. They had been hard to see, in the dark, but seemed to be larger than half dollars, and only slightly darker in color than her smooth flesh. He'd been so focused on her breasts, trying to see them without visibly taking his eyes off of hers, that he hadn't taken in much more. He did retain the impression of her overall curves, with a taught, narrow waist above hips that bowed outward nicely, then back into strong, shapely legs. It was almost like looking at a living centerfold, he thought. It was too much like looking at a centerfold. It Doesn't Count Chloe mingled with her friends, holding close to her the fourth glass of wine of the evening. She cradled it, not wanting to drop it on the ground. Her light pink dress was a sharp contrast to the reds, blacks, and greens that surrounded her. It was assumed that those were the colors of holiday parties but Chloe was never one to follow rules. As the evening progressed she made a careful effort to avoid certain areas of the party. No one noticed that she was doing this and it was a relief that she was able to be so careful. "I'm going to go downstairs to see their new sound system, want to come?" Chloe grinned as her husband asked permission to go play with his friends. She laughed and kissed him on the lips. His lips were always warm and inviting and had she not been standing in the middle of the living room she would has reached down and groped him. "You can go play with your friends baby." Chloe grinned and watched as Eric made his way to the den and down the stairs to the basement. They always joked around about things such as playing with friends but in reality it was the fact that they trusted each other with their lives. Chloe knew almost everyone at the party. The ones she didn't know where the new significant others to those friends who either had never settled down or had divorced. Chloe remembered the conversation that she had had with Eric regarding this. Both of them thought it strange that some people just couldn't handle being alone. Of course for them they had always been together and had no plans to ever divorce. "How's the little one?" "He's good. Busy." Diane had been a close friend of Chloe and Eric for almost five years. She and her husband James had a daughter and had helped out the new parents deal with the struggles of parenthood. "That's always the way. Have you seen James around?" "I think the guys went downstairs to play with their toys. Dave has a new sound system for the television." "Oh." The two women giggled. Other then the trophy wives, everyone was over forty in their group of friends. It had seemed that as they got older and had more disposable income, the number of toys and gadgets increased. "There he is." It took everything in her body to not respond to what she saw. There he was in front of her. They had been doing quite well at avoiding each other but tonight was not one of those times. He would always make sure he was in the garage when she came to visit. She was always busy with writing when he came to visit. They never crossed paths and there was a very good reason. The longer Chloe stood there watching James, the less chance she had of acting normal. "Hi Chloe. You look very nice tonight." James beamed, making sure to gaze into her eyes. He dared not glance down to her gorgeous breasts. They were huge and even just concentrating on not thinking about her breasts made his cock swell. She had always had his effect on him and there was little he could do about it. "Thanks James. You look good too. You're not downstairs with the rest of the guys?" "I was about to go. Just wanted to say hi." Chloe gulped and watched as James gave his wife a peck on the cheek. He made his way towards the staircase. Chloe thought she was safe until at the last moment James glanced back and winked at her. "James is already starting to talk about camping next summer. Are you guys going to come along again?" Chloe heard Diane but blinked and then looked over at her. Her mind was racing and she knew she had to keep control of her emotions. She knew what her body was telling her to do but at the same time her mind was reminding her what was right. "We'd love to come. Last year was so much fun but hopefully the weather will be nicer this year." "Yeah exactly. Oh I need to go chat with Roberta about the New Year's Party. We'll chat later." Chloe could have done a few things. She could have gone to the kitchen to get a drink. She could have gone over and chatted with any number of the women present. She could even have gone downstairs and watched as her husband talked computers with the two guys who also worked in technology. Instead Chloe walked towards the back of the house to the covered walkway that linked the main house with the guesthouse. She knew this pathway well but would never admit why. No one had noticed her leave and had they noticed they would have just assumed she was using the washroom. It had been a good five minutes since James had walked down the same pathway and was waiting for her in the usual spot. She turned the corner and took a deep breath. She was making a mistake but she couldn't help it. Every time she was around James she lost all common sense. "Hi baby." Chloe grinned and walked over to him. He was sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs that sat in the guesthouse living room. It overlooked the pool although right now the pool was covered in a dark plastic liner with a thin layer of snow. "You know we shouldn't." Chloe's words were saying one thing but her body was saying another. As she walked towards him she slid her dress up until her matching pink panties were revealed. James grinned and leaned forwarded, his hands wrapping around her waist and pulling her down. "I don't care what we should or shouldn't be doing. It's been way too long and I want, no need your pussy." Chloe cried out as her hips rotated in circles. His cock was throbbing against his jeans and she wanted it just as bad. "Fuck we can't." Chloe lifted up and kissed him hard. He tasted like beer and peppermint. She felt him open his mouth wide and suck on her tongue. She was so lost in that sensation that she didn't notice that he had undone his jeans and his cock was sliding against her silk panties. "Oh yes we can. I made a mistake. I love Diane but dear god I need you." Chloe nuzzled his nose and gazed into his eyes. As he stared back at her a million thoughts passed between them. They remembered their first time, so many years ago. They thought about how they sneaked around and then had to pretend not to know each other when Chloe and Eric moved to the same city. Every moment together was like this and when James slid his thick cock inside her, she could not protest. "Oh." Chloe felt his cock slide deep inside her. He had never worn a condom with her and up until now it had never made a difference. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted him inside her but then she remembered. She remembered the conversation that Eric and she had had a few months ago. They were both ready to have another baby and so that day she had stopped taking her birth control pills. "I'm not on the pill anymore. You have to stop." Chloe hated to do this but one thing she had learnt from cheating all these years was to be practical. She could not let James cum inside her and she was taking the chance of his precum inside her. "Damn it." James lifted Chloe up just enough so that the tip of his cock was against her clit. His facial expression told the whole story. "I'm sorry. You can do my ass. Plus it doesn't count as cheating, right?" Chloe looked at James, trying to figure out what he was thinking. She knew her argument was weak but she was trying to rationalize her actions. Chloe waited. They both knew they didn't have a lot of time. "You fucking drive me crazy!" That was all James spit out before he stood Chloe up and spun her around against the couch. He ran his cock up and down her hot wet folds, coating his cock with her juices. He then pressed against her puckered rosebud. She was squirming around but he just pushed his large body against her. He slid in and couldn't help but grunt. He wanted to go slow but he couldn't. "God you feel good." Chloe was panting so hard and was already so close to cumming. She heard the slapping of his thighs against her round butt at each thrust. She looked back and saw James biting his hand. This was what drove her over the edge. The fact that he had the urge to scream and moan her name but knew he couldn't. He couldn't even hold back so had to bite down on something to muffle his screams. Chloe's whole body quivered as her orgasm ripped through her body. It was a different orgasm then she had with her husband but there was no way she could explain it. It was more intense, more sexual. Every part of her body needed James and the fact that her inner thighs were soaked told him how aroused she was. "That's it sweetie. Come for me. You feel so good." James buried his head in her soft golden locks. He was close to cumming and began to speed up. He grunted and then exploded. She was panting hard, reacting to his thick hard cock inside her tight hole. He was smiling, knowing that she would return to the party with his cum dripping out of her ass. He pulled away and kissed the back of neck, sweeping her blonde hair away with his fingertips. "I still love you." "I love you more." James left first, after tucking his cock back into his jeans and making sure that his hands smelled of hand soap, and not her pussy. Chloe cleaned up and then returned to the party. When they returned nothing much had changed. Most of the men were in the basement, including James who had snuck downstairs. The women were chatting and Chloe made her way over to the kitchen for a much-needed drink. The rest of the evening she stayed away from both Diane and James. She and Eric left around midnight. Their son was staying with her parents for the night and so they were able to enjoy a restful sleep. As always neither Diane nor Eric suspected anything. As both James and Chloe fell asleep, both of them remembered their enjoyable encounter and although they vowed it would never happen again, both of them knew that it would never be over. It Doesn't Count, Entirely This is the brother/sister version of a set of four separate, three-part stories. All are basically the same with slightly different character relationships. "It Doesn't Count" involves a brother and sister, "A Mother's Lust" involves a mother and son, "It Doesn't Matter" involves an older woman and her daughter's young ex-boyfriend, while "It Shouldn't Matter" involves a young woman and her younger sister's ex-boyfriend. You can read any or all of them, according to your tastes, but the vast majority of all parts of all stories are the same. This is the second of three parts in the "It Doesn't Count" short series. All are equally good, and all have sex in them, so you might as well start at the beginning, so situations and references to past events make more sense. -- The Author * Amy stared at the ceiling, bothered by a strand of dust that had seemingly grown overnight in the corner of her bedroom. She'd have to get the broom out tomorrow. She snapped back to what she was doing, or what she was supposed to be doing, with the sudden realization that she was so utterly bored by Matt that she thought about housekeeping as he fucked her. They'd only been dating for five weeks, and she was already that bored. He lay on her, and between her, and inside of her, thrusting away, while Amy stared at the ceiling noticing bothersome cobwebs. Amy made a concerted effort to focus on Matt. She let her fingers trace the contours of his shoulder blades. She let her hands drift down to his ass, where she halfheartedly pulled him further inside her. She let her lips nibble on his ears and neck. She quickly admitted to herself that this wasn't doing anything for her. She easily let herself do as she'd done for the past several weeks, almost since she and Matt had started sleeping together. She thought about her brother Danny. Amy closed her eyes, and instantly it was Danny on top of her, and Danny inside of her. Amy soon came alive, unconsciously stroking Matt's back and moving her own hips in time with his, helping him to find her own rhythm, and to penetrate her more deeply. A low moan escaped her lips. Her breathing quickened. In response, Matt quickened his thrusts as well, either for his own pleasure, or mistakenly thinking that he was having some effect on Amy. Matt began to kiss her. Amy hated the way Matt kissed, and because of that she couldn't even pretend that it was Danny kissing her. Danny had to kiss better than Matt did, but she had no way of knowing, because she and Danny had never kissed, at least not passionately. He had never given her anything more than a brotherly peck on the lips. She had to imagine what it would be like, but she couldn't with Matt's mouth on her own. It ruined the moment for her. She twisted her head to the side in frustration, seemingly in an act of uncontrolled passion, ripping her mouth away from his. "Oh, baby," Amy whispered ambiguously. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me like only you can." Matt redoubled his efforts as Amy pictured Danny. She imagined that it was his breath panting on her neck, his chest crushing her breasts between them, and his ass cheeks withstanding the raking tear of her fingernails. Her screams became louder, matching the rhythms of her body's lust. "Oh, baby, oh, yes, fuck me Da..." Amy caught herself, she hoped in time. "Deeper," she recovered. "Fuck me deeper, baby." Matt began to groan. Amy wickedly heard her little brother Danny groaning in his place. She felt her baby brother's strong hands suddenly tighten on her shoulders, using them for leverage to force himself more deeply inside of her. She felt her baby brother's mouth open passionately against her neck, bathing it in hot, wet kisses. And she screamed with him as she came, soon after she felt his cock stiffen and surge inside of her, imagining that it was her darling brother ferociously pumping her full of cum. In moments, her brother had brought her to orgasm, just as he had many weeks ago. He'd done it then, and now, without once touching her, although at least that first time they'd been in the same room together. He'd then gone on to do it almost every time she'd been fucked by Matt. Danny had never laid a finger on her in all of her life, and yet he had given her more orgasms, and more powerful orgasms, than any other man, ever. Amy stared at the ceiling, this time seeing absolutely nothing, but wishing she were somewhere else, anywhere else, with Danny. * * * In the weeks after Danny and Amy had pantomimed sleeping together, when Amy had made Danny come simply by brushing his cock with her long hair, nothing more, Amy had gone on to create a twisted but harmless game out of teasing Danny. She flirted with him shamelessly. She dressed provocatively. She was constantly almost touching him, or almost kissing him, or almost hugging him, just as they had that night in bed together. She called him "lover" and "baby" and "honey", and any other sweetheart's pet name she could think of. Danny grumbled about it occasionally, but at worst he took it well, and Amy knew that in fact he really liked it. He even seemed to get a little angry when she didn't play the game. Sometimes she did that, she just treated him like her brother, to get him jealous. It made her feel warm to know he was jealous, and hungry enough for her attention to let her frustrate him so easily. And he had stopped dating other girls. * * * Dan had Megan on her stomach beneath him. He propped himself up on his arms, staring at the curves of her smooth, round ass, as he slowly and patiently slipped his cock in and out of her tight, slippery cunt. He'd taken to bedding only blondes lately, preferably straight haired blondes. By fucking them from behind, like this, with their faces in the pillow, he could easily imagine that his lovers were actually his older sister Amy. He focused on the feel of Megan's cunt around his cock. In moments, all that existed were his stiff, engorged prick and the warm, moist feeling of the soft, enveloping, living walls of her cunt. Except it wasn't Megan's cunt Dan felt, it was Amy's. Dan would gently move his hips forward and back, trying to subtly increase the strength of the sensations along the length of his shaft. It felt best when he could push himself all the way in, so her hot cunt smothered his cock completely to the base, and he felt entirely consumed by her. He could hold himself there, enjoying the encompassing, drenching warmth, and enjoying the fantasy of both completely filling and being embraced by his sister's delicious cunt. It couldn't last, though. Dan stayed calmly deep inside of her, but as the sensations grew less intense, Dan had to pull himself slowly out, savoring the feeling of Megan's cunt as it tugged on the skin of his prick and the rim around the head of his prick. Once he'd withdrawn far enough, as far as he could stand, he'd reverse and teasingly ease his way back in, enjoying both the friction and the growing warmth as her cunt took his entire cock again, inch by satisfying inch. Megan began to squeal in a breathy, high pitched voice. "Faster, Dan, faster, fuck me faster. Please, faster.". Dan ignored her for a long while, trying to lose himself in his dream of having his cock in his older sister. He resented the intrusion Megan's pleas brought, the reminder in the sound of her voice that she wasn't Amy, she was just Megan. Finally, when he knew there was no other way, Dan completely changed his mood. He abruptly rammed himself into Megan as hard and deep as he could, as quickly as he could, so that her pleas soon changed to unintelligible screams as she clenched the pillow with her hands and wailed at the headboard. It was easy enough then for Dan to imagine that her wordless sounds were Amy's, and that his sister was coming violently for him. Dan hammered her that much harder in response to his thoughts, then tried as intently as he could not to come, to make it last, both for himself and for Amy. Eventually, he couldn't hold back. He remembered the look on Amy's face as she had violently whipped her hair around above him, when pretending to straddle and ride him, with her fingers buried in her beautiful golden cunt as she pumped herself vigorously toward climax. He remembered the angelic smile she wore as she came for him. With that image in his mind, and Megan's screams changed to Amy's in his own ears, he lost control, pumping his lover full of cum, emptying himself into her with complete abandon, emptying himself in his mind into his loving sister. "Did you like that, beautiful?" he whispered into her ear as he lay on her, panting and sweating and recovering. "Did you like the way I fucked you?" "Mm hm," Megan replied, wordlessly, and again Dan could easily imagine it was Amy. He rolled off of Megan onto his back, to stare at the ceiling as she maneuvered herself under his arm and onto his chest to snuggle. He kissed the top of her head, but held his breath as he did so, because her hair didn't smell at all like Amy's. * * * "Okay, here's the first one. Now don't be too critical, okay? If you don't like it, you can say so, but don't give me all the gory details about why it looks bad on me." Dan rolled his eyes. Of course he'd tell her she looked great in it, partly because she couldn't take hearing anything else, but mostly because she would look great in it. Dan wasn't quite sure why she suddenly needed help in picking favorite outfits to wear for her new boyfriend, but watching Amy model clothes was probably way up there in his top ten list of things to do. She was, as everyone agreed, a knockout. Amy stepped out of the short hallway wearing a sheer black baby doll, with high heels. It was more than sheer. It was almost like wearing nothing. It was open up the middle, too, tied only loosely at the bust by a single, narrow, white satin ribbon. The bare insides and undersides of her breasts were clearly visible, while the remaining outlines of her breasts and her nipples showed starkly through the fabric. Dan sat up straighter. She hadn't told him she was modeling lingerie. If he'd known he was'nt entirely sure that he would have agreed. He liked to think that he would have refused. For now, he stared. * * * Amy watched Dan's eyes cruise from head to toe and up again. Once he'd taken her in, she spun around and then stopped, facing away from him with her feet together and her bare ass thrust back towards him. She smiled coyly over her shoulder. "Well? Do you like it?" She could tell that he did. He was virtually squirming in his chair, trying to fight down a growing erection. Amy imagined that she could see beads of sweat forming on his brow. "That one's nice," was all he could get out. Amy grinned, knowing that he wanted to say a lot more, and was thinking even more than that. "Okay, this isn't so much of a hit. Let me try something hotter," she said. Amy walked as slowly and as erotically out of the room as she could, making sure that her little brother got a thorough eyeful before she vanished to change into something even better. * * * By the fourth outfit, Dan was sure that he was going to die, or maybe already had died. The second had been white, full body length, and flowed loosely around her like a mist. It was even more sheer than the first, letting him clearly see her nipples and pubic hairs, and every delightful curve and contour of her body. Amy had made quite a show of standing in front of the windows, spreading her legs, letting the sunshine silhouette her body with an achingly inviting gap clearly visible between her thighs. The third was a full body suit, neck to ankles, that hugged her every curve, also black, and also very sheer. It was so confining that it seemed to squeeze her breasts against her chest, yet in so doing it incongruously made them look even larger than they were. It had openings at the crotch, where her gorgeous blonde pubic hairs stood out, and at the nipples, which were embarrassingly erect. Dan actually had to fight to keep from automatically shielding his eyes in modesty. By now, he'd given up on hiding his erection. Amy's eyes constantly strayed to his crotch, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. The fourth outfit was definitely the show stopper. It was a scarlet red satin corset, with garters and matching red fishnet stockings, but she wore no panties. The corset was really almost not there, it was so short. It began well above her belly button, and stopped below the breasts, so they flowed out and over it in their full, natural, unrestrained form as temptingly large, firm, round globes. She spun for him again, giving him a clear view of her bare, sweet ass, then she turned back, as she lifted her hair seductively with her hands, coincidentally bringing her firm breasts up, thrusting her hard, pointed nipples even more prominently toward him. Dan admired the delightful peaks of her tits, where her breasts changed from inviting round, fleshy balls to even more inviting, mouth watering cones. "You like this one best, don't you?" Amy asked, adopting a sweet little half pout. Dan couldn't even answer her. * * * Amy stood there as Danny made a quick excuse to leave. He was so cute when he got flustered. Amy, for herself, could still feel her heart pounding in her chest as she went to change out of the lingerie. She could still feel the blood pulsing in her ears, and had been so conscious of it that she thought that Danny must have been aware of it, too. She wanted him to be. She wanted him to know how much modeling for him had excited her. She'd been tempted to walk over to him, to place his hand on her heart, so he could feel it for himself. She thought about it. Not on her breasts, but between them, on her heart, although she wouldn't have minded if he'd let his hands wander from there. Amy's hand drifted down to her own pussy, feeling how wet she'd become, trying to appease the burning need she felt there. Amy shook her head, to clear it of all of her lustful thoughts. She'd had her fun. It was time to get ready for her date with Matt. Which she would do, after she lay on the bed and thought about her brother for a while longer. * * * "I'm sorry, I really am," Matt said, turning to avoid the sight of Amy's tears. "I didn't mean for things to work out this way. I didn't know I still had feelings for her." "You son of a bitch!" Amy screamed at him. "Don't you dare say that to me. It's only been six weeks. Six weeks! You didn't know? How could you possibly not know?" "Amy, please..." "How could you not know? Shit. Just get out. Shit. 'I still have feelings for her.' Get out. Leave." Matt held Amy's glare for a long heartbeat, then sighed and seemingly gratefully beat a coward's retreat. She'd let him off easy by throwing him out so quickly, she thought. She should have made him stay and squirm. Amy wiped her eyes, wondering why she was bothering to cry. She was just about ready to break up with him, anyway. It just felt so good to have a boyfriend for a change. Not necessarily him, just a boyfriend. When he came along, she'd quickly dropped her silly game with Danny, and had a real lover. For a few weeks, everything had been fantastic. She had someone to call, someone to think about, someone to vent to, and someone to sleep with. Danny didn't seem to mind too much. He was happy for her, and seemed relieved to be able to start dating, and fucking, every girl he could get, which was pretty much any girl he wanted. Even then, Amy watched him with a touch of jealousy, especially since he'd started dating only blondes, like her. It seemed like every blonde in the world was getting a turn with Danny, except for her. It didn't take long, though, for she and Matt to settle into a banal routine. Suddenly they didn't see each other as much. He didn't stay over every night. They only had sex when they slept together, never other times, never spontaneously. Apparently, Amy realized now, Matt had already started seeing his old girlfriend on the side. Even later, when it should have been obvious, Amy hadn't noticed. Probably because she'd been so focused on Danny. Danny had said that Matt was good for her, and he was happy for her, but she could see the disappointment in his face when he saw them together. Amy and Danny both knew that they could never take their game any further, that they'd already gone further than a brother and a sister should ever go. But Amy loved him, in a way she'd never realized, and never should. She was irresistibly attracted to him. Amy thought he felt the same way, and she was sure that Danny was hoping they might lose control and take things further the next time. In all honesty, Amy had been hoping so, too. So Matt had come along at just the right time. He was what they both needed to help them to separate and clear their heads, and their hearts. Now things had changed again, and Amy had to think about things more seriously. * * * "No, Sis, I really have it this time. I have some extra cash this week," Danny said, snatching the check before Amy could reach it. "So save it for something else, Danny, don't spend it on me." Danny stared at her. "Please, baby?" she said, trying to return to their game. It felt awkward, and she thought it showed on her face, and she thought that he thought so, too. "I asked you to lunch, it's a date, and I'm paying," Danny told her, but bashfully, without maintaining eye contact. Amy smiled. So he wanted to play the game again, too. He was usually so self confident, but when he wasn't he could be so cute. "Okay, sweetie," she answered. "But don't think I'm putting out again. It will take a little more romance than a simple lunch to get me into bed again." Dan looked her square in the eye, with that same stern, masked expression he wore so often. For a moment, Amy thought she'd gone too far, too fast. She had to learn to be more subtle, she thought, even with Danny. Especially with Danny. "You'll be like every other girl I date, Amy. You're dying to get into bed with me, and you'll do it the first chance I give you." Amy laughed uneasily. He'd caught her off guard with his own aggressive candor. And they both knew it was true, every word. Danny was just too good looking. The broad shoulders capped with a head of sandy blond hair over a well chiseled jaw made most women's heads turn. The light layer of scruff he kept on his face made him look like a rogue, and it made them wet. At least, it made Amy wet. And his golden brown eyes and his bright smile melted them all, especially Amy. When Amy hesitated, Danny smiled at her, and she melted on cue. "Just teasing, Sis," he said, while laying a few bills on the table. "That should cover it. Let's go, I've got a ridiculously boring French Lit class in a few hours. I have no idea what I was thinking when I registered for that one." * * * Amy looked over at Danny's hand on her shoulder as they left the movie theater. It was nice of him to take her out, to help her to get over Matt. It kept her from moping, even if it was only a charade date with her brother, their sixth since she'd been dumped, with as many lunches thrown in. Walking arm in arm with him, like this, felt so natural. It really felt like they were lovers, even if they never could be. Still, the game they were playing was a wonderful escape, except for the complete lack of sex. That part was starting to hurt. At least before, when she'd had Matt, she could feel a cock ravishing her and pretend that it was Danny's. Now she couldn't even do that. She only had her own fingers, and memories. * * * Dan watched Amy glance over at his hand on her shoulder. He should take it away, he thought. They were playing at this too much, and Amy was starting to take it too seriously. At first, it was just an easy way to lighten her mood, to help her get over the surprise of being dumped. And after that first amazing experience they'd shared, that one night of forbidden and yet still un-sated lust, it just seemed to fit, with the two of them pretending to be dating, tentative lovers every once in a while. It Doesn't Count, Entirely If only she weren't so damn gorgeous, Dan thought to himself. He knew they looked like the perfect couple together. She fit under his arm just right. He glanced down, watching her tantalizing breasts jiggle gently as they walked. She'd opened her blouse so that he could see where her bare flesh disappeared under her bra. She'd said she felt uncomfortably hot. He knew she'd done it for him. Dan let his hand mischievously coast down her arm, then find the outside of her hip and rise back up to just trace and graze the curve of her narrow waist and side and torso, until he felt the strap of her bra, before returning his hand to where it belonged. Her curves felt so good. Dan wished he could find a way to discreetly touch her and look at her, both at once. He turned his head, tipping it down, to smell her hair, taking in her pleasant, comforting scent. He remembered refusing to smell Megan's hair, that last night that he'd slept with her. The memory made him stiffen, suddenly uneasy. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" Amy asked, sensing his abrupt tension. "Nothing. Sis." "Don't call me 'Sis', honey," she said. "Why not?" Dan asked. "I always have." It was time to end the game, he'd decided abruptly. They were both getting too involved. He had to find Amy another boyfriend, a real boyfriend, and one that wasn't going to hurt her the way Matt had. She didn't bite. She didn't answer him. She didn't let the conversation continue. She just leaned more snugly into him, while unexpectedly moving one hand to rub his abdomen. It felt uncomfortably familiar and sexual. He should have pushed her hand away, but he liked it too much. Okay, he'd play along some more tonight, he thought. But he'd start dating again, and stop seeing Amy for more than an odd lunch here and there. * * * Dan felt his cell phone vibrate for the third time. He'd completely ignored the first two calls. He took a sip of his beer, glancing around the dark bar briefly. He didn't look for too long. He kept his attention on Sara. She looked so much like Amy it was almost unsettling. If he could get her back to his place, he wouldn't even make her lay face down. She was the perfect Amy doll, a great first step in separating himself from dating his own sister. His phone vibrated again. He bothered to at least look at the display this time, and saw it was Amy. He reluctantly excused himself to drift into a more quiet corner to answer it. "Amy, I'm out at a bar. What's going on?" "My sink is badly clogged, and it's making me crazy." "Talk up. A sink? You must be kidding. So what can I do about it? Can't it wait?" "No. I don't want to go out tonight, I want to stay in and cook something. And it's gross. And it's Friday. The building engineer won't be around to fix it until Monday. Please? Just come over real quick? Please?" Dan looked at Sara. She was staring over at him. When he looked at her she quickly looked away, while taking a deep breath that expanded her chest invitingly. He knew that sign. He could get her to leave with him very soon. He was ready to say no to Amy, when he realized that he'd be dismissing his sister to try to sleep with a girl that looked like his sister. Somehow, that seemed just too twisted. He gritted his teeth unconsciously as he wrestled with everything. "Okay, okay. I'm not far away. I'll be over in a minute. It better not take long." Dan apologized to Sara, and begged her to wait there for him, then headed out to help Amy. * * * Amy lay nervously on her bed, naked, wondering if she was making a big mistake. She and Danny had only been "dating" for three weeks now. Danny hadn't seen another girl once in that time, as far as she knew. She'd even heard him blow some of them off when they called. Some girl named Megan seem particularly anxious, and frustrated. She obviously knew what she'd been missing. Amy wondered wistfully what she herself had been missing. But Danny had to be ready to explode by this point. After three weeks of celibacy and constant teasing, he couldn't possibly resist taking things a step further now. She checked the bonds one more time. Tying her ankles to the bedposts had been easy. She'd used pantyhose. For fun, she'd used four different bright colors; red, blue, yellow and purple. She first tied each of the four pairs of hose to the feet of the bed at all four corners. Then she climbed up on the bed and tied each of her ankles, with the yellow and purple, as tightly as she could, so her legs were spread wide. It was hard to move them much at all. Tying her left wrist with the blue hose had been more difficult, but after many frustrating tries she did it adequately with her free hand. For her right wrist, she'd tied a loose knot ahead of time with the red hose, with a big loop, before she'd tied the left. Then it was just a matter of slipping her wrist into the loop and pulling it taught. She wasn't quite as well confined as she wanted to be, but it was good enough, or so she hoped. Now there was nothing to do but to wait for Danny. Amy started having doubts. What if Danny didn't want to go through with this? Maybe she should have tried to get him drunk, first, or at least talked about it. Hopefully, he'd had at least a few at the bar. Amy wanted this more than anything right now. * * * "Amy?" Dan called as he stepped into the dark apartment. The only light was in her bedroom, so he turned the corner into the short hall to check for her there. Dan stopped abruptly, in shock. Amy lay before him, entirely naked, with her arms and legs stretched out, spread-eagled in an "X", tied to the four corners of the bed with brightly colored, sheer fabric. Her beautiful golden cunt stared straight at him. It was the very first thing his eyes were drawn to. He struggled to look away, taking in her entire form instead. Her breasts, firm, rounded cones, pointed straight up at the ceiling like the pyramids of Egypt, heaving from her deep, slow breaths. He could see her nipples clearly. Their color almost matched her pale skin, being just a delicate shade pinker and darker. They looked frighteningly hard and erect, as hard as he suddenly realized his cock was becoming. Amy whimpered as she writhed around, seemingly trying to get free, but not trying very hard. Dan stood entranced by the motions of her body, squirming everywhere, with muscles tightening and relaxing, and her head tossing occasionally from one side to the other, whipping her hair about. Strands of straight blonde hair fell wildly across her eyes and mouth. * * * Amy put on as much of a show for Danny as she could. If nothing else, even if he panicked and rejected her, she wanted him to enjoy the sight of her body. She wanted to give him something to remember, something that would give him fits as he tried to fall asleep. She belatedly wished that she'd worn some of her lingerie for him, something sheer, and inviting, and painfully naughty. Danny just stood there in the doorway, staring at her body. She stared anxiously at his eyes, trying to adopt the same intense expression that he always wore so easily. "I had to do this, Danny," she finally said. Her tone was even, with just a hint of tremble, from true nervousness. She had wanted to make her voice breathy and frantic, but was afraid that it would sound corny. To Amy's ears, it came out that way anyway. "I had to tie myself up, to keep from touching you this time." Amy tensed as she waited for Danny's response, then forced herself to relax. She closed her eyes, waiting for Danny to tell her to stop it, or to just untie her, or even simply turn and leave her helpless. She couldn't look at him. He stood there, at the foot of her bed, staring at her for what seemed like an eternity. After a while, Amy couldn't resist. She half opened her eyes, peering at her brother through surreptitious slits. Danny began unbuckling his belt. * * * Dan tried to take it slow, to be the one in complete control in the room. He forced himself to patiently undo his belt, and his zipper, before kicking off his shoes and lowering his pants. When he took his shirt off, he threw it at Amy. It landed on her precious tits and her face, startling her. She laughed softly into the cloth. He sat on the bed beside her. As he tugged his shirt off of her, he revealed that beautiful, wide, full lipped mouth, wearing a bright, satisfied smile. He continued drawing his shirt gently toward himself, watching jealously as the fabric enjoyed a light caress across her round tits, jerking slightly as it caught at and then exposed each erect nipple in turn. Amy looked at him, her expression calm but otherwise unreadable, and he looked back at her, keeping his own face stonily serious. "You can't fuck me, Danny," she told him. "You can't touch me." "I'll do whatever I want with you, Amy," he told her. Dan rose up onto his knees, towering over her, looking down at his sister's pretty face beneath his raging, surging cock. * * * After months, after wasted months, his cock was finally there again. Danny's cock was right there, so close she could touch it, if she hadn't foolishly tied herself up first. She knew now that it wasn't just part of the tease. She really did have to tie herself up, because without doing so she would be holding her brother's cock in her hand right now. Amy had to squeeze her eyes shut at the thought, scolding herself, fighting back the guilt and enjoying the vivid image of the fantasy, all at once. She opened her eyes again, wondering what Danny would read in her face. Would he see the confusion, or the fear, or the lust? She was sure that everything was written there and easy to see. It was embarrassing, but at the same time she wanted Danny to see it all. She wanted him to sense every emotion she was feeling. Danny was silent as he leaned forward, lowering his cock to within tantalizing inches of Amy's face. She watched as it grew, until it filled her vision, becoming the only thing that she could see, his cock, and his sandy brown pubic hairs, and his taught, athletic abdomen. Amy smoothly raised her head up, trying to take his cock into her mouth. Danny jerked away. He was too quick for her. "You're obviously not tied up well enough, you nasty little minx. I'll have to watch myself with you. Keep you out of trouble." "I'm supposed to keep you out of trouble, little brother," she said evenly, almost as if by keeping her voice under control Danny might make a mistake and allow himself to get too close. "I'm your big sister. I'm supposed to take care of you." She could take very good care of him, she thought to herself. Danny looked at her, still serious, then let his eyes leisurely coast down across her body once more. As soon as he did so, she wriggled some more for him, pretending to try to work herself free of her bonds. Danny moved abruptly. Amy froze as he smoothly straddled her torso, not touching her, but balancing his cock and his balls just above the steep valley between her breasts. * * * "You want to tit fuck me, Danny? Is that what you want? Do you want to tit fuck your big sister?" Dan felt his cock twitch and surge impulsively. The sound of her voice was exquisitely sinful. She was fucking him now even when she talked to him. "Do you want to slip that cock across your big sister's inviting titties?" Amy inhaled, just like Sara had in the bar. Her magnificent tits rose toward Dan, seeming to grow before his eyes, straining up toward his cock. The sight of it was overwhelming. Dan almost fell on her then and there, abandoning all restraint and sense of conscience. "Is that what you want, Amy? Is that all you want?" Amy didn't reply. She just gave him a wide, close mouthed smile, as she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side. Dan focused on his cock, with her beautiful body right beneath it. Yes, he thought, he did want to tit fuck her. He'd imagined it since he was sixteen, and all of his friends talked openly about it. He'd told them to shut up, that she was his sister, and he'd kill them if they even thought about it again. Then he went home and imagined it himself. He wished he could bring himself to actually do it. * * * Amy felt the bed rocking. The motion tugged alternately on her wrists and her ankles where she was bound, rhythmically, as if her whole body were a cock being moved back and forth over the mattress. She opened her eyes to see Danny staring down at her as he slipped his hips, and his cock, forward and backward, within her cleavage yet without ever touching her breasts, his balls swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Amy arched her back, trying to bring them into contact. She brushed him ever so slightly before he lifted himself away. "You slut, you're not tied down tightly enough," he told her. He slipped off of her to move around the bed, checking and tightening each of her bonds in turn, blue, purple, yellow, then red. He completely retied her right wrist to the bed post, making it considerably more taught, stretching Amy almost painfully across the mattress. "That's still not good enough," he told her. "You can still wiggle around too much." Amy stared at him, wondering what he'd do. For a brief moment she worried that he might not return to her now. She squirmed left and right, feeling the soft, constricting burn of the hose that bound all of her limbs. Her fears were instantly allayed, as he climbed onto the bed to kneel beside her. "Okay, you can't be trusted, so I can't get too close to you," he said. "But you touched yourself the last time, that was allowed, so now I get to touch myself." With that, her brother held his cock in one hand. He started to stroke it, right over her. Amy writhed some more, struggling to get free, knowingly giving Danny an erotic show, as he jerked off over her. Amy moaned and pleaded with him, staring at his cock the whole time. "Let me help, Danny. Let me touch your cock and help you come." "I could help you, Danny. Let your sister show you how much she loves you. Let me love your cock, too." "Let me make you come, Danny. Let me be the one to make you come." The more Amy talked, the faster Danny pumped his cock with his hand. He closed his eyes briefly, panting softly, before jerking them open to stare into hers. His gaze raked over her body as he started to moan. Amy worked at memorizing the sound, creating a recording in her mind that she could play back whenever she wished, the sound of her brother coming for her. "Come for me, Danny. Come for me, and come on me. Come on my tits, Danny. Come on your sister's sweet, lonely tits." * * * Amy's begging was driving Dan well past the brink. He looked at her gorgeous body beneath him, and the way she wriggled and moved for him, straining to get free, to touch him. He should do it, he thought. She wanted it. He wanted it. He shouldn't actually fuck her, but he could tit fuck her. Why not? As it was, he was going to come on her. He was going to come on his sister's tits, the most beautiful and erotic tits in the world. With that thought, it was too late. He felt his cock swell in his hand, the skin growing more taught, as the cum filled his cock and strained to break free. He let out a long, loud animal groan, grasping at and losing any conscious thoughts of doing anything further, anything other than coming at that moment. He watched with a feeling of elation and freedom as the cum burst from the tip of his cock, spraying drops across his sister's tits. Large drops pooled on her hard nipples, dripping down the curves of her breasts. One blast shot up to her collar bone, under her neck, regrettably not nearly close enough to her beautiful mouth. Amy stopped squirming then. Instead she arched her back, thrusting her tits at him, trying to make certain that every drop hit her. She squealed and laughed as he came on her. "Oh, God, yes, Danny. Yes, baby, yes, cover me, cover my tits. Come for me some more. Keep coming. Please." She looked up into his eyes then. He felt a sudden warmth flood through him as he looked into her beautiful green eyes, and she looked back at him lovingly, and smiled. "You're a naughty boy, Danny. You came on your sister. I wanted you to fuck me, but you didn't. Now I'll have to wait. Selfish." Dan didn't answer her. He slouched back onto his heels, then reached forward to brush some loose locks of hair from Amy's face. Her hair had scattered all about in her throes of lust. He took his time arranging her hair. Whenever his hand came near her face, Amy closed her eyes, purred and pressed her cheek against him. He rewarded her with one soft, slow caress along the ridge of her chin, before backing off to stand on the floor. "Your turn," he told her, untying just her right hand, after which he retreated further away to sit on the edge of the bed to watch her make herself come, while watching him. Her hand snaked along her body, slipping easily into her golden hole, where it started to play. It didn't take long for her to climax, but once it started it seemed to last for hours. She stared harshly at him the whole time. * * * When Dan stepped out of Amy's apartment, he closed the door behind him and quickly leaned against the hallway wall, letting out a long, deep breath. They must be crazy, he thought. They must be positively crazy. He thought briefly about Sara, his sister's near twin, back at the bar. He mentally shrugged her off. Dan returned to his own apartment grinning. There was no way he was wasting a night with a stranger after this. * * * The next day Amy called to tell him her sink was still broken, that he hadn't done a thorough enough job fixing it. He grinned into the phone as he asked when he should come over. "Now." Dan couldn't hang up the phone fast enough. * * * As he stepped around the corner, he was shocked to see Amy tied this time standing up, spread-eagled against her bedroom door. The door was closed, and the colored pantyhose, red, blue, yellow, purple, looped up over and down under the corners of the door, with ends tied to her wrists and ankles, pinning her in place like the beautiful assistant that serves as a horrifying target in a circus knife throwing act. Further pairs of colored hose, green and pink and white, ran in bands across her body, holding her more tightly against the door. This time she could barely move. She wore her red corset, garters and stockings for him, the same ones she'd modeled before him for that fool Matt. Her hair was tousled into her face, as if she'd been struggling with whoever had tied her up. Before anything else, Dan went carefully about making sure that all of her bonds were tightened further, before he got too close. She had left some of them lose, so he tightened them all thoroughly. "Did you think you'd get free?" he asked. "Did you think you could trick me?" Amy watched him in angry silence the whole time, until he finished, stepping back to admire his work, and her. Dan looked, really looked, at her full, naked form for he realized the very first time in his life. Her body screamed sex at him. It screamed and shrieked and begged for him to take her. She wasn't just female, she was achingly female. The large, firm tits. The curving spread of her hips narrowing into a trim waist. A tight, inexperienced cunt that still must know exactly what it wanted, and how to return the favor. The sweetly innocent, yet whorish face. Her whole body screamed "whore" to him, inexperienced, yet willing whore. Dan mentally slapped himself at the thought. He slapped himself for thinking of his sister as a whore. She was so much more, so much better than that. But here she was, tied up for him, displaying herself to him, offering herself to him. She was the world's most perfect and desirable whore. It Doesn't Count, Entirely "What are you going to do with me, Danny?" "With you?" "To me. What are you going to do to me?" "Whatever I want, Sis." "Nothing naughty. You're my baby brother. There are a lot of things you can't do." "I'll do whatever I want, Amy." "No, Danny. Not whatever you want." "Whatever I want." With that he stepped forward, easing his cheek right beside hers. He inhaled, long and loudly, taking in the scent of her perfume and her hair. This time he relished it. He let his nose trace the lines of her temple, and chin, and neck and then shoulder, enjoying her scent the whole time. When his head reached her shoulder, he planted one very light, almost imperceptible kiss there. "Don't kiss me, Danny. You can't kiss your sister." Dan glared at her, then kissed her shoulder again. He repeated his feather light kisses, over and over again, always in a slightly different spot. He covered her shoulder, then worked his way up her constricted arm until he neared the yellow stocking binding it to the door at the wrist. When he'd gone as far as he could he kissed his way back down to her shoulder, to work his way up her neck from there. She turned her head away, as she might from a rapist, but exposing more of her flesh for him to kiss. "Stop it, Danny. It's wrong. You're my baby brother." He worked his way around her neck, covering it with kisses. He worked his way over her entire throat, then to the edge of her chin, then up her cheek. His kisses rained on her face, working their way closer and closer to her lips. * * * As his lips neared hers, Amy froze. She desperately wanted to move, to bring her lips to touch his. Amy ached to kiss her darling little brother. But she wanted to kiss him right, and she wanted him to kiss her right, or rather, wrong. She wanted him to kiss her passionately. She wanted their first kiss to be amazing. She was afraid that if she forced it, and he pulled away, she would ruin everything, so she stayed utterly, completely still, waiting and hoping for his lips to continue where she wished. Danny explored her face with his soft, warm lips. He dabbed kisses on her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her eyelids. He explored her brow, then traced a path between her eyes down the bridge of her nose to its tip. There he stopped. Amy opened her eyes, not even remembering having closed them, to see Danny's face in hers, close, staring at her intently. He moved his lips ever nearer to hers, until they were a hair's width away. She felt his warm, moist breaths on her mouth, one, two, three in a row. * * * Her lips looked so luscious. Her mouth was wide, wider than his. Her lips were full, and moist, mostly from licking them in fits of lust. They were slightly pursed, and slightly parted, inviting him, calling him, and waiting for him. "What do you want me to do, Amy?" "Do whatever you want. I can't stop you." Their lips were so close, she said the words straight into his mouth. "But what do you want?" "I want whatever you want, Danny. Take whatever you want." "Do you want me to kiss you?" "Yes." "Say it. Say you want me to kiss you." Dan breathed the words onto her lips, then waited to feel her breathe her answer onto his. "I want you to kiss me." "I'm your brother, Amy." "I want my brother to kiss me. Kiss me hard, Danny. Kiss me. Kiss me hard and take whatever else you want." He was so close. She was so close. The slightest move would press their lips together and end his torment, and hers. Dan held himself in check. He longed to kiss her, with a passion that he'd never shown any other woman. Something stopped him, though. He hesitated. It wasn't that it felt wrong. It felt too good to be wrong. Inside it felt right. But it didn't seem like it was time, or rather, it didn't seem like this was the way their first kiss should be, with her bound barbarously to a door, subject to his every whim, even if she was asking for it. Dan kissed her chin just below the lips, before working his way quickly back down to her neck with a flurry of light kisses. Amy let out a soft, high pitched whine, a clear expression of her disappointment. Dan smiled to himself at her torment. He let his lips wander down to her collar bone, then further down her chest. She inhaled deeply and loudly as his kisses approached her breasts. When his lips neared one exquisite mound he let a long, hot, heavy breath touch her, but he didn't kiss her there. * * * Amy held her breath. Her entire body stiffened, waiting for the touch of Danny's lips on the starving flesh of her breast. The kisses were so light they were almost imperceptible. His lips were warm and soft, and torturously gentle. They'd missed her own lips, they were impossibly ghostly kisses on the rest of her flesh, but she could endure that and more if he kissed her breasts, if he would only kiss her foolishly forbidden breasts. Amy screamed inside her head as his lips passed, so close yet not close enough, over the curve of her tit. He breathed heavily, noisily on her skin, and on her nipple, as he drifted over her. She whimpered delicately as she sensed that familiar wet warmth spreading and growing throughout her pussy, bought to life by denying her everything she wanted. * * * Dan fought with himself, fought the urge to kiss at least the flesh around her nipple. Once he passed over her magnificent breast, to the ribs beneath, he let the feather kisses resume. Amy exhaled sharply when he did, clearly agitated that he'd skipped kissing at the best part, or at least what Dan thought was her best part. More than any other part of her body, and he loved it all, he loved her breasts. "Don't kiss my tits, Danny. Remember, I'm your sister. Don't kiss my tits." Dan laughed softly at her, then remorsefully continued down her belly. He should have let himself do it, he thought. Enough was enough. He should do it. Cross the line. Commit, no, enjoy incest. Instead he explored her belly button for a while, giving it several kisses. He briefly, and very, very gently, flicked his tongue into it, like a tiny cock invading a tiny cunt, before moving on. His lips kissed their way over the ridge of her pelvis, to the side of her thigh. From his knees, he looked up into her eyes, as his lips worked their way over the top of her leg toward her pubic hair. Amy stared at him intently, clearly waiting to see if he would continue. He calmly, mischievously stared back. "Not my pussy, baby brother. Don't kiss your sister's pussy. Don't." Dan smiled at her wickedly, then detoured down the inside of her thigh, planting hundreds of barely perceptible kisses on her, always avoiding what she really wanted. He avoided kissing utterly improper parts of her. It still wasn't incest, he thought. These were kisses that, taken one of a time, were perfectly appropriate and acceptable for a brother to give his sister. It was just that she was wearing lingerie, and bound to a door, and he was giving her not one brotherly kiss, but thousands. And his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life. His cock was begging him to stop playing games. It was almost ordering him to stop playing games. He needed to give it what it wanted, and what he knew Amy wanted as well. Dan let his lips wander so close to her cunt. He moved his face closer, right before her, inhaling loudly while grinning up at her anguished expression. He even let his lips wander through the ends of her pubic hair, letting them tickle his lips, and letting her feel just how close he really was. When he did so, it was her turn to inhale loudly, followed by a tortured moan. Dan spent an eternity teasing her, kissing almost every conceivable part of her body, except for her breasts, and pussy, and ass, and her own beautiful, full, wide, tempting lips. * * * The torment was absolutely killing her. Amy started to writhe again in her bonds, this time not as a show for Danny, but because she was truly trying to break free. The feel of his hot lips just barely touching her skin was killing her. The way he maneuvered near but then stayed away from the most sensitive parts of her body was agonizing. She had been sure that this time he would give in, that he'd finally surrender and take her, giving her what she knew they both wanted and needed. Reverse psychology wasn't working. Her pleas for him to stay away hadn't lured him in. She abandoned any thought of ploys and manipulation for sheer, unrestrained, passionate candor. "Damn it, Danny, fuck me. Fuck me now, Danny. Stop it. Stop teasing me and fuck me." Amy shocked herself at the strength of the emotion in her voice. She glared down at Danny, who was grinning evilly as he worked his way back up her body, lingering on her belly, moving ever closer to her breasts or her crotch, only to suddenly reverse and wander elsewhere. "Do it, Danny. No one will know. I won't tell. I can't stop you. Fuck me. Fuck your sister." He laughed coarsely at her. He stood up, stepped back and grinned at her yet again. "My cunt is so wet, Danny. Touch it and see. It's wet for you. It's wet for my darling, sexy little brother." Amy stared down in delight and triumph as Danny, once again, began to undo his belt. * * * Dan couldn't believe the look of uncontrollable lust on Amy's face as he removed his pants, letting her once again see what she'd done to his cock. He stood naked in front of her for a while, waiting for her to start whimpering in frustration. It didn't take long. Her eyes darted between his own eyes and his cock. "Oh, please, Danny. Don't stand there. Please fuck me. Please." Dan smiled at her again. "Is that what you want, Sis? You want your baby brother's cock in your pussy?" "Yes." "What if I don't?" A look of panic flooded into her face before she recovered enough to smile at him. "I know you do. I know you want it. It's yours, Danny. My pussy is yours, right now, if you take it right now. Your sister's pussy is yours. I'm giving it to you." Dan stepped up to her, just inches away. Her head lunged at him, viciously trying to kiss his lips, forcing him to reflexively jerk back, laughing as he did. "Danny!" He eased to the side, out of her reach, so she couldn't try again. She pulled down on the bonds over her head, stretching them some. She looked up at the purple one on her right wrist, the one most carelessly tied as she wriggled her arm, trying frantically to find a way out. When that failed, she fruitlessly looked at each of the other bonds, looking despondently for any mistake Dan might have made in securing her. "Is this what you want?" he asked, as he rubbed his cock lightly against her side, just above her hip. Amy's eyes grew wide as she realized what he'd done, that he'd touched her with his cock. "More, Danny. That, and more." Dan touched her side again with his cock, then pressed it firmly against her. She let out a low moan, at first closing her eyes, then snapping them open to look down at it pressed into her skin. "Like this, Amy?" "Yes. No, no, not like that. In me, Danny. Put it in me." She moved her eyes frantically, searching his face for some hint of weakness, while letting her own expression continue to plead with him. Dan ignored her. Instead he closed his eyes, losing himself in the feel of his cock brushing against his sister's warm, yielding flesh. He rubbed it back and forth, and up and down, against her. He moved over to her belly, rubbing it there. She looked at him, and he stared back into her eyes. "Like this?" he asked her. "You want me to move my cock in you like this?" "Yes, Danny. Put it inside me and move it like that, just like that." Dan felt himself building toward orgasm again. He let out a low moan to let Amy know. * * * The bastard was going to come without fucking her, Amy thought. She desperately wanted to make him come, but she needed to end the game now. She needed to have him fuck her. "Please don't, Danny. Please, please, fuck your sister. No one will every know, Danny. I won't tell. I can't get away, I can't stop you. Please." The more she begged, the faster and harder he rubbed his cock against her. Amy realized now that she'd lost. She had to take what she could. At least she could feel his cock. She moved with him now, writhing as much as she could to help press herself against him, in rhythm with his desires. "Okay, Danny, okay, come for me. Come for your big sister. Come on your big sister. Rub your beautiful cock against me. Show me how hard I can make you come against my body." She stared into his face. His eyes had been closed, concentrating, but at her words he opened them again. They glazed over, filled with lust and fear and longing. He looked frightened and lost. The poor dear looked so frightened and lost. Despite the bonds, Amy took control, once again the big sister, the eldest. "Do it, darling. I want you to do it. You can fuck me another time. Come now, come for your loving sister. Come on me now, right now." * * * She pushed him so far over the edge with her words he thought his entire body was going to explode and vanish. In only moments he felt the cum surge into his shaft. He felt that familiar illusion just before he came that his cock was growing, that it was thickening and lengthening by inches. It felt as if it swelled beyond the point of bursting. There was a feeling of sudden release, like the crack of a whip, as a stream of cum burned through him to shoot from his cock head onto his sister's belly. Dan squeezed his eyes closed while growling at the sensation, the complete euphoria that overwhelmed him as his cock took complete control of his body and trumpeted it's satisfaction throughout him. Only half consciously, he could feel himself rubbing his cum between Amy's belly and his cock, spreading it around, enjoying the new sensation of feeling his now slippery cock slide frictionlessly across her hot skin. * * * Amy watched Danny's face intently as he came, and afterward. The hot blast of cum on her felt as good as it had the previous day, but when mixed with the feel of Danny's cock against her, it surpassed in eroticism any other real sex she had ever had. She stayed there, letting Danny rub himself against her as long as he wished. She encouraged him. "Did you like that, Danny? Did I make you feel good? Your big sister wants you to feel good, Danny. I want to make you feel really good." Danny opened his eyes to gaze at her through a foggy curtain. He looked sad, but in a good way. He was calm, even serene. He looked lovely, Amy thought, if that was a fair word to use for a man. "I love you, Danny," Amy said. He turned and walked away from her. * * * Dan found a knife in the kitchen as quickly as he could, then hurriedly returned to Amy. He lifted the knife up to cut one wrist loose, then took a long step back. Before he could, Amy reached out to run her hand through his hair. She tried to hold him close to her, but he tenderly, though irresistibly, backed out of reach. "Come for me again, Amy," he told her. Amy held his gaze as her hand fell obediently to her belly. One finger slipped through his cum, gathering it. She slowly lifted it to her tongue. She stared at him intently, defiantly, as she tasted it, then sucked on the finger, cleaning it completely. She made a show of rolling her tongue around in her closed mouth as her hand moved down again to her belly. This time she covered all of her fingers with his cum, but instead of moving them up to her mouth, she slipped that hand down into her cunt. Dan watched in fascination as she rubbed his cum around her cunt lips, and over her clitoris, then finally pushed two cum sticky fingers inside herself. She quickly moved to gather more of his cum, and push it eagerly into her pussy. "You should have fucked me, Danny. Your cum should already be inside me." Dan looked from her golden haired slit to her cover girl face, then back again, entranced by the sight of his sister patiently filling herself with his cum. * * * Amy rubbed her clitoris feverishly now. She drove her fingers into herself, trying wildly but ineffectually to buck with her hips. The red and gold and green bands of stockings restrained her too thoroughly. Even so, the thought of her situation drove her closer and closer to the feeling she wanted. "You should have done this to me, Danny," she screamed. "You should have made me come like this. You should have used your cock like this, Danny." Then she came. The orgasms were small, but they repeated over and over. She felt her hips shudder with each wave, over and over, several times. Her knees went weak. She sagged, and her bonds supported her. Without them, she thought she would have collapsed on the floor. It was disappointing. It was all a fraction of what she wanted, and needed. It was the slightest hint of what Danny could do for her, what her forbidden, would be lover had to do for her. It Doesn't Count, Not This is the brother/sister version of a set of four separate, three-part stories. All are basically the same with slightly different character relationships. "It Doesn't Count" involves a brother and sister, "A Mother's Lust" involves a mother and son, "It Doesn't Matter" involves an older woman and her daughter's young ex-boyfriend, while "It Shouldn't Matter" involves a young woman and her younger sister's ex-boyfriend. You can read any or all of them, according to your tastes, but the vast majority of all parts of all stories are the same. This is the third of three parts in the "It Doesn't Count" short series. -- The Author * Amy waited nervously in the bar, sipping her drink. It had been almost a week since their last encounter. They'd talked some, and met for lunch, but neither mentioned any of the events of the weekend. They flirted a bit with each other, but not much. It was as if none of it had ever happened. Now it had grown unexpectedly awkward. It was all so close to incest, it was hard to ignore. Yet Amy didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. It didn't bother her that they'd gone as far as they did. It bothered her that they hadn't gone farther. But she was afraid now that Danny never would, or worse yet that it might have driven them further apart. She couldn't bear that. And she wasn't sure what he thought of her now. Was she a slut in her brother's eyes? Had he decided she'd gone too far? Had she ruined everything? At least he'd agreed to meet her here, at a pub on a Friday evening. That was a good sign. * * * Amy sat primly and properly at the bar, seeming stiff and distant. She must be embarrassed, Dan thought. Or she could be having second thoughts about everything. He'd never imagined she could be this bold, not Amy. Amy was careful, and reserved. She could be the life of any party if she ever tried, with her smile and her looks and her wit, but she always chose to hang back and play it safe. He'd never seen such a beautiful, sexy wall-flower in his life. He couldn't understand why she was so reserved and insecure. At least, she had been until they had started their game. Then she seemed to change before his eyes. Not entirely change, Dan thought. She'd always acted that way with him, to some degree. She was always more open, and more in control, and more self confident with him. It was almost like she was a different person for him than for everyone else. She was always the big sister to his little brother. But now she seemed to be backing off. "How was your day?" he asked her. "Good." "Just good?" "Long. The day dragged on forever. The whole week has." "Because you couldn't wait to see me?" Dan regretted it the moment he'd said it. It sounded needy. He hated that, and he knew women hated that. Women didn't like needy, insecure guys. They liked a guy in control, a guy brimming with confidence. But Amy brightened at the comment. She smiled widely, then tried to hide it by taking a sip of her drink while fighting it back. "Yes, a bit," she said after composing herself and swallowing. * * * They talked for a while about different things, stupid, meaningless things. Danny was a lot more comfortable and relaxed than Amy had expected. She started to think she'd had it all wrong. She got her confidence back. She decided it was time for one more try. "My next exams are going to be a bitch," he was explaining. "Too much blowing off lately, and the courses are a lot tougher than my friends lead me to believe. I thought this semester was going to be a breeze." "I'm sorry," she said. "It's not your fault they're tough, or that I've been blowing off." "No, not about that. I owe you an apology. I'm sorry." "So I'm going to have to study harder. Maybe stay up an hour later every night, trying to catch up." "It was my fault, not yours. I am sorry." Dan was avoiding her gaze, looking into his drink. "You don't ever have to apologize for anything, Amy. I'm a grown man. I do what I want. You haven't made me do anything." "Not for that, silly. When you were sixteen." That got his attention. He looked at her with an expression of confusion held in check. "Sixteen?" "Yes, when you got in trouble with Mom and Dad. Big trouble." "That doesn't narrow it much. I was always in trouble." "When you walked in on me, naked." "How was that your fault, except for the way you carried on about it? Man, I was grounded for a month and I didn't even see much of anything. And it really was an accident. Really." "No it wasn't." "It was. I swear it was." "It wasn't. I tricked you into doing it." "What?" His eyes were wide now. She'd gotten a good rise out of him with that. "I left the door ajar. I purposely took the shower knowing you were upstairs. I purposely left the shower on so you'd think I was still in it. I purposely took the CD you were looking for and put it in my room." "You set the whole thing up? Just to get me in trouble?" "No! God, no. I never wanted to get you in trouble. I didn't think Mom would come up just then and catch you. Us." "Why, then?" "I wanted you to see me," Amy said into her glass, unable to meet his angry glare. He didn't answer her. She didn't think he'd be this angry. "I didn't expect Mom to come in, and when she did, I panicked. I was afraid everyone would realize what I'd done, so I threw a hissy fit, and made a big deal out of being embarrassed." "You wanted me to see you?" "I felt so bad that night. I put everything on you, and it was horrible. You were grounded, they talked about you being a pervert, the tension for the next week was unbearable, and it was all my fault." Amy stared into her glass again, reliving all of the shame and guilt she'd felt back then. "It was worth it," Danny said. Amy snapped her head up to look into his eyes. His expression was hard and emotionless, but after a moment his mouth widened into a grin, and once again Amy melted. "It was worth every bit of it, even for as little as I saw. I virtually fell in love with you that day. At least, I knew what I liked in a woman. Physically, I mean." Now it was Amy's turn to smile broadly. She watched and warmed and melted some more as Danny's gaze kept dropping to her mouth, and her smile, before pulling back up to look deeply into her eyes. "Um, do you want to come to my place for dinner tonight?" she asked. She could hear her voice shiver as she said it. Inside she slapped herself. She sounded like a little girl, shyly asking a guy out on a date. That wasn't how she wanted it to come out. Dan's smile faded. Now it was his turn again to look into his glass, then look around the bar. "Sure," he said eventually, but emotionlessly. "Can you give me a few minutes to get things ready before you drop by?" Dan looked at her for a while, trying to work things out. Amy wanted to make it more clear what she was asking for. She didn't want to come out and say it, but she didn't want him to have any surprises, or doubts. "Okay. How long?" "Ten minutes, tops. I'll leave the door open. Just come on in." Danny smiled at her again, and Amy melted for what seemed like the ten thousandth time in her life. She didn't want to leave until he stopped smiling at her, and she felt herself getting shamelessly wet at the same time. Her entire body tingled. Danny studied her mouth again, then leaned toward her, moving his lips toward hers. Amy glanced quickly around the bar in a panic. No one was watching them. No one in the bar right now knew them. The bartender was facing the other way, washing glasses. In a moment his lips were on hers. The touch was soft at first, but it wasn't long before the pressure increased. His lips were so warm and soft, far softer than she'd ever expected. Their mouths matched perfectly, as he moved his lips easily over hers, pressing, tasting, touching, probing, exploring. Amy parted her mouth, inviting his tongue in, but it never came. Danny pulled slowly away, while Amy leaned into him, trying to continue the tender, unbrotherly kiss. She sat with her eyes closed, and her heart pounding, and her body slipping away. She suddenly felt as if she was falling, making her reflexively snap her eyes open as she reached for the bar to catch and steady herself. Danny was right there, staring at her with a look of love and longing that she'd never, ever seen in a man's eyes. That one brief, tentative kiss had been amazing. Unbelievable. With an act of will, Amy pushed herself off of her barstool, stood up unsteadily, and backed away. She held his gaze until she found the strength to turn and walk, but she still stole quick glances back, where her darling handsome baby brother sat staring at her, smiling, and nursing his drink. * * * Dan entered her apartment as quietly as he could, then eased the door shut, hoping to surprise her. He walked and looked first toward the bedroom, to the left. It seemed empty. Turning, he caught sight of her to his right, through the archway leading into the kitchen. He saw the straight backs of her deliciously long, shapely legs, their muscles made taught by high heels, and her posture. She was bent over the kitchen table, facing away, poised beside a single, long sharp knife, with her bare ass raised and exposed to him. His gaze immediately went there, to the firm, round globes of her ass cheeks, with her tempting holes, anus and cunt together, clearly exposed between them. Her ankles were tied, separately, to the two nearest legs of the table with sheer black pantyhose, so her legs and ass were spread for him. Her sweet, tight little anus was clearly visible as a slightly darker, puckered hole closed tightly between her fleshy ass cheeks. Her cunt beneath it was even more beautiful. He could see the curls of golden brown pubic hair, but even better he could see her cunt lips, like large undulating flower petals, glistening with moisture, and seemingly already open for him, beckoning to him to enter her as quickly as he could. Dan stood there a long while, watching her. He'd moved quietly, so he didn't know if she'd heard him or not. Her body was pressed flat against the table, with her wrists bound together before her with black hose, and bound tightly as well to the far table legs to either side of her. Her head was flat against the table, turned to the side, with her hair again disheveled and falling across her face, obscuring her vision. His sister was a captured angel, bound and displayed for him and offered to him, to be used however and whenever he wished. * * * Amy hadn't heard Danny enter, so the shock was thrilling when she heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his zipper right behind her. She fought the urge to twist back to look at him. Instead she enjoyed the thought of him having been there for she didn't know how long, admiring her and lusting after her. He had to take her now, tonight. He just had to. Amy was thinking this, while trembling with fear and anticipation, when she unexpectedly felt his stiff, hot cock brush against the left side of her ass cheek. She couldn't entirely stop the squeal that rushed out of her mouth. She cut it off by biting her lip as Danny gently brushed his cock across her entire ass, from side to side, as if tickling her gently with a huge, hot, hard feather. That torment lasted only a moment before he settled his long cock into the crack of her ass. Once there, it slipped forward and back, smoothly dry fucking her. She eagerly clenched her ass cheeks together, trying to squeeze and hold him and pleasure him as much as she could. For fun, she taunted him again. "Don't fuck me, Danny. Please don't fuck me. Not your sister. Not with my baby brother's cock." In response, Danny pressed his cock hard against her. She felt his hard stomach muscles and hips crushing her ass, with the pressure of his flaming cock between them. It felt massive now, bigger than it had ever looked. She knew it was her imagination, but in her head she saw her brother's cock as the biggest, most desirable thing she'd ever seen. "You little slut, Amy. You want it. You're not fooling anyone. You desperately want to feel your brother's cock inside you." "No, Danny, no I don't. Please, please let me go. Please don't fuck me." Danny laughed at her again, as he took his cock away. Amy gripped the edge of the table, waiting for long, agonizing moments without his touch, or even a sound. She felt as if she'd been abandoned. His cock touched her again, on the outside of her right hip. From there, he slid it gently down her leg, stroking her. He moved it again, to the inside of her right thigh up just below her burning cunt. She thought about how wet she was. She thought about how close his cock was to entering her, when he slipped it down the inside of her leg, and then the contact was gone. Amy moaned loudly in disappointment. "So you want me to leave you alone?" Danny asked. His voice was hard and angry. "No," Amy said reflexively, then caught herself. "Yes, yes, leave me alone, Danny. Don't make me fuck you. Don't make me feel my brother's sinful cock anymore." In mid sentence, Amy felt her brother's tongue touch the folds of skin that covered her clitoris. She wailed at the sudden, unexpected sensation. * * * After that one, quick flick, Dan hesitated a moment, there on his knees behind her, to study his sister's beautiful, irresistible slit up close. He looked at her bulging vulva, with cunt lips that curled like waves, spread invitingly to reveal the wet, pink heaven beneath them. He slipped his tongue in, just the very tip, letting it taste her, before tracing the length of her slit down, from the end closest to her anus toward her clitoris. Once there, his tongue artfully separated the folds of skin until it found the button of her clitoris, where it swirled and tickled and tormented her. Amy immediately began to squeal and whimper at his tongue's forays, and he couldn't stop himself from grinning into her sweet tasting cunt. "Oh, Danny. Oh, Danny, darling Danny, sweet, darling Danny." That was the beginning of a long, barely changing song from Amy, a high pitched, squealing, chorus of love and lust and longing for her brother. Dan took his time with her, as much time as he could bring himself to endure, as his cock screamed at him to do something completely different. Still, as long as she squealed and sang to him, he thought he could never stop. * * * Danny's tongue was like a wicked sorcerer's wand, magically sucking Amy's life and soul out of her body through her clitoris. Her brother's tongue was like nothing she'd ever felt, and her passion increased ten fold with that thought. Her brother was enjoying her cunt, and pleasing her, like no other man ever could or would. Amy felt herself drawing closer and closer to orgasm. She knew it could come at any moment, that she was losing control and that when it hit her, when she was pushed over the edge, she was going to lose her mind. As delightful as it was, before that happened she needed something else from him, something more. "Fuck me now, Danny. Please, please, dear brother, darling brother, fuck me now. Teach your sister to love your cock now. Teach my cunt to love your cock like I love your tongue." In response, Danny drove his tongue deep into the crevice of her cunt. His tongue marauded through her, like an evil snake searching for something, hunting for something to devour, or to torture. For herself, Amy responded by driving her cunt back into his face and onto his tongue. She could move a lot, despite the bonds, and she took advantage of that bit of freedom, grinding her ass and her cunt against her brother's face with utterly wicked, sinful abandon. And then he was gone. Amy grabbed the edges of the table more tightly. She continued to rotate her ass, searching for him. Half of her wanted his talented tongue back on her aching clitoris. She was so close to orgasm, she felt that one more touch from him would send her mind spinning into space, never to return. Yet another part of her thought that now he would finally, gratefully, and perfectly enter her. Now he was going to fuck her. She listened in frightful disappointment as he walked around the table. Amy opened her eyes to admire his hard muscled, athletic body as he moved. He slipped along with the grace of a lion, and with the same obvious, strong rippling movements of his sinews. She admired the folds between his abdominal muscles, and the dramatic, powerful "v" shape of his frame where it spread up from his strong thighs and hips to broad, rounded shoulders and arms above a chest accented with more taught muscles. Then he stood before her. Right before her eyes, just inches from her extended arms and hands, his cock hovered, her brother's cock, the cock she'd longed for and dreamed of for months now. It was right there, just out of reach. * * * "Is this what you want, Sis?" he asked her. Dan stared at her face, almost immobilized by the look of total, unrestrained lust in his sister's eyes. She stared at his cock the same way, unable to take her eyes off of it. "Answer me. Is this what you want?" he demanded. She glanced up at him then, briefly, only to quickly bring her smoldering gaze back down to his cock. "Yes," she whispered. She looked up at him again, a little frightened, like a child looking to a teacher for praise, to see if she'd answered correctly. "Yes," she repeated, more firmly. "That's what I want. My brother's sweet cock." Dan eased himself forward, guiding his cock into her bound, waiting hands. Her fingers quickly enveloped it, gently dancing over its taught skin with feather touches, just as he'd tormented her with his lips when she had been bound to the door. Dan closed his eyes as he rocked back and forth, sliding his cock gracefully through her fingertips, fucking her hand much like he soon intended to fuck his sister's sweet cunt. Her touch was painfully delicate, as ghostly as the kisses he'd once bathed her in. Despite that, or maybe because of it, he felt the cum quickly building in his balls and his cock. The unexpected sensation made him snap his eyes open, as he began the tormenting struggle of fighting it back, of making himself last, both for her and for him. She was looking up at him, a hungry, submissive angel, looking for acceptance and praise. He continued to gently slide his cock back and forth in her loving hands as they held each other's gaze. She was so beautiful, a perfect, cover girl face, with a wide, full, perfect mouth, now seductively parted in a posture of unconscious lust. Her sea green eyes were expressively showing her longing for him. Her straight blonde hair fell on her shoulders, with a few locks scattered helter-skelter across her face, across her eyes and the side of her nose. For a moment, Dan let his imagination fly. He watched his cock slipping through her hands, then imagined it slipping into his gorgeous sister's precious mouth, or better yet coming then, showering her face and lips with a beautiful rain that would mark her as his forever. The image brought Dan so close to losing control that he jerked himself away, out of her grip. Still, he relished the look of fear and panic it immediately brought to Amy's face, as her eyes darted from his cock to his eyes and back again, showing him what she wanted. "Please, Danny, just a little more. Please?" she pleaded. Her voice had raised a few octaves above normal, exposing her excitement to him. Every word was said in a cute little girl soprano, the voice of a wanton slut. "Please, Danny, put it in my hands. Put your hot cock in your sister's loving hands." * * * Danny grinned at her, ignoring her pleas, and for maybe the first time in her entire life, Danny's smile didn't make Amy melt. Instead she grew angry, frustrated that he'd taken his cock away, like a child grown suddenly vicious when a parent takes away a favorite toy. She let her anger show in her voice. She strained against the black bonds that cruelly held her hands in check. It Doesn't Count, Not "Give it back, Danny. Give it back to me." He laughed at her then, as he glided around the table and disappeared from sight. Amy rested her cheek on the table, knowing, hoping, what was coming next, suddenly grateful that he had ignored her. She unthinkingly, at least at first, arched her back, pressing her tits firmly into the table as she raised her ass in open, unmistakable invitation to her sweet, adorable brother's cock. * * * Dan stood behind Amy again, letting his eyes caress her ass this time, instead of his cock. He stayed there a long while, trying to calm himself down, trying to keep himself from coming the moment he entered her, or even just by thinking about entering her. Amy wasn't making it any easier with the sound of her exquisite voice. "Where are you, Danny? Don't leave me here, Danny. Don't leave without fucking me. I'll fuck you good, I promise I will. I'll be a good little fuck for you." Dan squinted his eyes tightly shut, trying to think of other things. When he opened them, he focused on her back. He admired how the wide, curving swell of her ass and hips narrowed dramatically to a petite waist, and then spread again into the pleasing expanse of her back and shoulders. She was so much more beautiful than all of the other girls he'd put in this position, lying beneath him, begging for his cock. He really didn't know why he'd ever wasted his time with them. His gaze immediately fell to the rounded edge of her breast, where it lay squashed against the table. This position was wrong for Amy, he thought. He wanted to fuck her with her tits facing him, where he could kiss her and see her and taste her and hold her. He wanted to make love to his big sister as thoroughly and passionately and attentively as he could. His cock twitched reflexively at his thoughts, then surged when Amy squealed again. "Please, Danny. Fuck me right now. I need it now. Please." He'd hardly regained control, but he couldn't wait any more. It was time. * * * Amy tugged on the bonds around her wrists, pulling, stretching, trying feverishly to work her way backwards, back to where Danny was standing. She strained and twisted fruitlessly, searching for a way, a key, a trick to get free, to corral Danny and throw herself onto him. She pushed her ass up and back, lifting it to him, guiltlessly offering her drenched, burning, incestuous cunt to him. Without warning the head of his cock pressed it's way into Amy's searching cunt. She felt it spread her cunt lips, gently and smoothly, but meaningfully. There was no doubt that she had his cock in her. It was thick and hard and hot and alive inside of her. The elation spread through her like the waves of a storm, washing everything else away. Her brother's cock was inside her. He didn't push it in far. She felt no more than an inch or two before he abruptly withdrew it. He slipped it in again, two times, but no farther than the first, and then left her completely empty. "No, Danny! Fuck me, don't stop, fuck me right. You did it, you already did it. You put your cock in your big sister's cunt. Don't stop now. Fuck me." Amy lay there for an eternity, again fiercely grabbing the edge of the table in frustration, again wiggling her ass, searching for and inviting Danny's cock to find and fill her. Then his cock was in her again, deeper this time, but not much more than another inch. Three inches of cock, that was all he gave her. Three inches in, out, in, out, and then it was gone. "Danny! Danny!" she screamed. "Stop it, Danny. Stop teasing and fuck me. Enough fucking teasing already. Fuck me, fuck me hard!" Danny entered her again. Maybe another inch. Amy squealed as he slowly, gently slipped into her. She was so wet, she could barely feel any friction, but his cock was thankfully thick, pressing against the walls of her cunt, leaving no doubt that she had a glorious cock inside her. Her brother's wicked, forbidden, magnificent cock was inside her. He fucked her slowly and easily, but still tormented her by holding the full length of his shaft out, giving her only a few inches, only a taste of what he had given other women. The depths of her cunt pleaded with her, screamed at her for more, and she passed the pleas on to Danny. "God, Danny, Please. I'm begging, please, please fuck me hard. Give it all to me, Danny, give your sister all of her brother's cock. Please." The last words stuttered their way out of her mouth. She was almost crying. In fact, she felt a single tear welling up in her right eye. The agony and pleasure and temptation and torment was that exquisite, that overpowering, that unbearable. * * * Dan felt a wave of guilt at the sound of her voice. If he didn't know better, if he didn't understand or see, if he only heard her voice from around the corner and didn't understand the words, he'd think she was being tortured. She sounded that pained and distressed. He spitefully pulled his cock completely out of her again. He almost had to. He did love tormenting her, and it took a tremendous act of will to resist simply plunging completely into his sister and fucking her as hard and fast and violently as he could. But if he did, he knew, he'd come instantly, and it would be over. Dan needed this fuck, this one, tremendous, incestuous fuck, to last forever. It was like losing his virginity to his big sister, and taking hers at the same time. It was as if all of the other lovers he'd had in his life had only been imaginary. They were nothing, not even memories, just phantom fantasies that didn't count. That thought struck him as funny. Once, he and Amy had talked about how their first encounter together, when they teased and played and came, but never actually touched each other, didn't count as incest. They hadn't really broken any taboos, they told themselves, and each other. But now, Dan felt as if it was all of the other sex in his life that didn't count. This was the only one that did, making love to his absolutely beautiful, sweet, loving sister. This was real sex. This was real love. This was the only lover that mattered to him, or ever mattered, or ever would matter. His darling sister was everything to him. * * * Amy waited impatiently, pleading and begging, and loving every moment of agonizing anticipation. "Please, please," she begged again. Her voice had by now faded to a mere whisper, a phantom scream. Inside, she had surrendered to the fact that he was in control. She was bound to the table, and bound to him, and he would do whatever he wanted. And Amy liked it that way. "Please," she whispered powerlessly. "Please fuck me deeper, Danny." His cock was part way in her, just a few inches, then suddenly it filled her completely. She felt his hips slam into her ass, pressing hard against it, even driving her forward across the table, as he plunged thoroughly into her, every delightful inch of him. Her bonds tightened at her ankles, squeezing them tightly. The edge of the table dug into her thighs, both painfully and painlessly. She pressed her cheek harder against the cold, smooth, unyielding surface of the table, the only thing she could do, the only movement she could make. But all of these sensations were nothing, all of them were meaningless background noise compared to the deep, hot, spearing feel of Danny's cock buried far inside her cunt. It felt as if he'd reached a spot inside her that had never been touched, a virgin part of her that longed for his cock, and only his cock, to touch it and press it and pleasure it. His cock left her momentarily, but it returned as quickly. He moved it now, rapidly, brutishly, in and out and into her again, forcing her into the table, and forcing words out of her mouth. "Oh, God, Danny, yes! Yes, like that, fuck me like that, fill my fucking cunt just like that." She felt her own cunt grabbing at his cock, tightening, trying to hold him inside her. She knew it was useless, but she tried, she tried dearly, to grab his cock with her cunt and hold inside of her forever as she begged him to continue. "Yes, Baby Brother, like that, fuck me hard like that." Her words devolved into moans and grunts, spewing from her mouth in time with her brother's thrusts, as he hammered her relentlessly, and skillfully, and eagerly. Above all, he fucked her eagerly. * * * She was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman, Dan thought. He felt no guilt as he fucked his sister. None. He felt no guilt as he savored the feel of the tight, strong walls of her cunt clenching at his cock, pumping him relentlessly, drawing the cum up into his shaft. "Your cunt is so fucking tight, Amy. I can't believe your hot, sweet cunt is so damn fucking tight." This was right, he thought, more right than fucking any of the other useless, distant women he'd been with. He had never really been there. He was never really with them. He didn't make love to them. Not like this. Not like he was with his sister. The sudden realization was liberating. Dan tipped his head back in unexpected joy as he lost all restraint, ready to fuck his sister as long and hard as he could, and to come inside her with a force that he'd never felt. He felt no guilt, no limits, no boundaries, only racing lust and unequalled pleasure. His only limit, his only bond, was the thought that Amy had to love it to. He had to make Amy feel the way he felt, to come as hard as he knew that he was going to come. "Tell me you love my cock, Amy. Tell me you love it." "I do, Danny, I love your cock. I love the wicked feel of your cock." "I love you, Amy. Your brother loves you more than any other man ever will." Dan waited for a reply, but all he got in response were squeals and screams. His thrusts were wild, now, fast and deep and barbaric. He felt and heard his hips slamming against Amy's ass, slapping against her soft, wonderful flesh. His hands cruised over her ass cheeks, and up across her body. He leaned on her, trying to reach around to grab her tits. Amy was able to lift her body just enough, letting him find her nipples, then crushed his hands beneath her, between the table and her tits as he crudely squeezed them. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sis, so God damn fucking gorgeous." She screamed more loudly then. Dan tried to slow some, to give her room to think and speak and tell him that she loved him. And then he would kiss her. Dan spied the long knife, conveniently left on the table, just within his reach. He pulled his hands from beneath Amy as she wailed in frustration at him. It took only a moment to grab the knife and lean forward to cut the bonds holding her arms down, first the right, then the left, though they remained tightly bound together. Instantly she lifted herself on her elbows, and his hands found her tits easily. He explored and squeezed and caressed them frantically, as her screams died in her throat and she grew suddenly silent. * * * Now that she was partially free, with Danny's strong arms and hands embracing her, supporting her, and relentlessly groping and squeezing her lonely tits and nipples, Amy twisted around to find Danny's mouth with hers. There was no restraint this time, no tenderness. This wasn't a shy lover's first kiss. Her tongue leapt from her mouth, searching for his, only to be instantly met by her brother's, even more eager and hungry and powerful. Their mouths and tongues worked and battled unstoppably, each fucking the other's mouth in a violent frenzy. Now, too, Amy could move her hips more, forcing herself onto Danny's stiff prick, getting every last inch of penetration from him, and holding him inside her longer. Now she could move with him, show him the rhythm she wanted, get his strokes to match the needs of her own body. He fell in tune with her instantly, finding her beat, finding her needs, finding the heart of her lust. Amy screamed into his mouth as the first orgasm took control of her. She felt herself shuddering against him, then was stunned as a second orgasm hit her just moments after the first. That had never happened to her before, she thought momentarily, before a third, more thunderous orgasm pummeled her body, making her twist and wrench herself within Danny's strong grip. A loud, piercing moan from Danny brought a torrent of further climaxes on her, until she became lost in the sensations, no longer remembering who or what or where she was. * * * The cum filled Dan's cock this time in a sudden, uncontrollable rush. He had no chance or hope of holding it back, even if he'd had the will. It shot through his cock and into his sister with a force he'd never imagined, pouring cum into her hot, wet, twitching cunt repeatedly, each time his cock stiffened and grew with another orgasmic wave. She was coming, too, he was sure. Her wails and gyrations, the uncontrollable quivering of her cunt over his cock, the way her mouth stopped moving against his as he kissed her, and the way she screamed her pleasure straight into his mouth, all left him no doubt that they were sharing an unbelievable, incomparable climax together. He let his hands wander down her belly, making her jerk back, over sensitized to his touches. One hand found the button of her clit, making her shrink back further, pressing her ass harder against his hips, and his cock deliciously deeper into her cunt. "Please, Danny, no, for real, no, it's too much," she panted. She laughed then, before continuing. "It's too fucking much, baby, it's too much, it's too much." She grabbed his hands then, guiding them away up to her breasts before releasing them, to lean forward to rest her elbows on the table. She continued to grind her ass and cunt against him, onto his cock, as she panted and recovered. For himself, Dan continued to slip his cock in and out of her sweet cunt, relishing the feel of it, as he blindly explored her incomparable tits with his hands. Dan let his lips find Amy's ear lobe, then rubbed his cheek against her pale blonde hair. He inhaled deeply, savoring his sister's uniquely satisfying scent. * * * Danny kept magically fucking her as she tried to find her bearings, as she clutched desperately at random thoughts, trying to recover who and what and where she was. The only name that came into her mind was Danny. In moments the confusion passed, and she laughed softly to herself. "Shit, Danny. Oh my God, Danny. Oh my fucking God, that was good. You're amazing." Danny was silent, but his hands continued to move tenderly over her body, and his cock stayed buried deep inside her, still moving gently. Amy thought about his cum deep inside her, too. She imagined feeling it, feeling her brother's hot cum spreading through her pussy. Her only regret was that she couldn't taste it again. Their first night together, she'd patiently waited for him to fall fast asleep, then had furtively stolen drops of it from his belly with the tip of her tongue, her first wicked taste of her brother's sweet cum. Their second night together, she waited for him to leave, then smeared his cum over her tits and licked it from her fingers, belatedly wishing she'd let him watch her do it. The third night, she let him see her taste that one small drop, but she had to have the rest of it in her cunt. She pushed it all into her hungry, lonely cunt. But now it was all there, where it belonged, out of her reach. Tomorrow morning would be different. Tomorrow, after a night sleeping in each other's arms, it would be Danny's turn to awaken, only to find himself tightly bound to the bed, spread-eagled for her, teased and tormented by her. She'd use her breath, and her hair, and her lips and her tongue on his cock, but only his cock, nothing else. And when he came, he would squirm and twist and fight against his bonds, but he wouldn't be free until he had watched his sister take every drop of her brother's cum into her greedy mouth. Amy pushed herself back up and into his strong arms again, where she held them against her with hers. His mouth found her neck, where he covered her with warm, wet breaths and kisses. Amy smiled as his hands continued to gently massage and explore her breasts. She held his hands there, urging him on, making sure that he didn't stop. She wanted him to hold her like this forever. "I love you so much, Danny," she said. She felt him stop, raise his head and look at her. She looked over at him, smiling. "I love you more than anything, Baby Brother. I want to be your perfect woman." He kissed her quickly. It was soft at first, soft and exploring, but it quickly grew frantic, then wild and uncontrollable. Amy fought him when he eventually tried to pull away, so he had to grab her head in his hands to hold her back to get his own words out. "I love you, too, Sis. You are the most amazing woman ever, and I want to be your lover for as long as I can, whenever I can." Then he kissed her again, with a deep, wicked, incestuous kiss, shared by a loving brother and sister, after an act of shameless, unrestrained, and incomparable lovemaking. It undoubtedly did count as incest, but also as something far more. It Doesn't Count When.... (All characters are over 18 years of age.) Billy sat at the kitchen table feeling depressed. Another night out with friends, another night of flirting with girls that led to blue-balls instead of getting laid or making any real connections. It had been so long. He was so lonely. On top of it all he was living at home with his mom. She was definitely a "cool" mom. "She's awesome." he thought. They had a very open and honest relationship and she didn't really place any stupid restrictions on him like some parents. "And she's beautiful." In her early fifties, she was still in shape and hot, as his friends often let him know, much to his annoyance. Still, sometimes he thought if only he had his own place girls would think he was cooler and he'd have a place where he could take them and maybe even get a real girlfriend. But he knew given his recent luck, things didn't even go far enough for that to be an issue. And that fact just depressed him even more. As he was thinking about all this when she walked in - his mom that is. She was wearing a soft, light blue bathrobe. "And maybe nothing else" he thought, and then scolded himself for thinking about that. Sophie still had that just out of bed look on her face. Her eyes barely opening up, she said, "Good morning sweetie. Did you have a nice time last night?" Her right hand lightly scratched her head, running her fingers through her hair. She had reddish brown; lovely wavy hair, not curly, just lots of waves going down to her shoulders. He sort of grunted in response, shrugged, then said, "Yeah, it was alright." She stopped moving her hand through her hair and her head froze at an angle. "Oh? Not a very nice night?" He kept his head down and didn't say anything for a second. She pulled out the kitchen chair next to him and sat down facing him. He watched and felt a nice jump in his chest when she touched his bare knee and tried to look in his downturned eyes. "What? What happened?" she asked. "It was okay. Just... talked with some girls but it just didn't lead to anything. Again. It's just getting a little frustrating." "Oh, sweetie, I know. It's been a long time since you had a girlfriend. You must be getting lonely?" she said, reaching over to give his hand a squeeze. Her hands were so warm and soft. "Yeah, yeah... I guess that's it." he said tersely. He was surprised to find that her little hand squeeze had suddenly "woken him up down there". He thought to himself, "Why the hell did I just get hard? Am I getting so desperate that my own mother holding my hand gets me hard?" For some reason, thinking "my own mother" got his cock even harder. Now he was starting to worry about whether or not she would notice it poking up from his flimsy boxer shorts. Luckily, sitting down like he was kept it pretty discreet. "Oh honey, I know. I know." she said with very sweet concern. Then she quickly stood up and said, "Do you want a hug, baby?" The thought startled him so much, he nearly jumped, which was of course was what he thought he should avoid! But something deep in him felt a pull, and couldn't say no to a request for such close contact with a beautiful woman who was nearly naked. That deep part of him didn't care if it was his mother. Actually, he was realizing, some part of him was more excited because it was his mother. Meanwhile, she had her arms out wide open, while looking at him in such a caring and loving way. Slowly, without really thinking, almost like in a dream, he stood up and went into her warm embrace. He felt the soft, plush bathrobe against his body. First his arms, then moving closer to his chest, he could feel it through his t-shirt. Of course, then he could feel what was under that bathrobe. Her soft skin. Her wonderful chest; he could just barely feel her nipples against his body. Even though he was taller, she put her arms over his shoulders and he put his hands on her waist. He always loved those soft hips. And in general that extra layer of softness that women have there. And then, it happened. He moved his hands further around her waist, to just above his mother's ass, and his hips and his rock hard cock came against her body. He sighed deeply. It felt so good. It felt like wonderful relief. For a second. His mother did a quick intake of breath. And her formerly warm and welcoming embrace turned rigid and startled. To which he responded by freezing and also becoming rigid all over his body. Only one part of him became, a tiny bit, less rigid, but still hard enough to feel against her frozen body. She noticed his tension, immediately felt terrible and started babbling: "Sweetie, I'm sorry!... I was just surprised... I mean it's totally natural and understandable! Not that I'm so sexy, I mean but.... You must really be feeling desperate, actually... Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like that baby!" She had broken away from him while she ranted. But after that last thing she said, she looked at him, saw a mortified look on Billy's face and brought him back into her arms. "Oh honey, it's okay! It really is. Don't worry. I know you didn't mean anything by it." Now she could feel he was still hard against her body again. She decided to just keep holding him: prove to him it's okay. She didn't mind. She didn't mind at all. Actually, it felt wonderful but she hardly wanted to admit that to herself. It was just her natural desire to comfort and please her son, in whatever way he needed. Well, not EVERY way he needed... right? Then again why not? What? What is she thinking? She decided to hold that thought. She broke her embrace, held his shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes and gave him a gentle, comforting smile. She leaned in to kiss his forehead. It was a simple light kiss but he had never felt such electricity and heat from a kiss by his mom before. She let go of his shoulders and he walked away. Sophie was left with her thoughts of right and wrong and her concern for her son, once again. She had a strict Catholic upbringing and spent much of the rest of her life trying to unlearn what they had taught her. She called herself a "recovering Catholic." She had questioned all the morals and every expectation they had imposed on her. Except she had never seriously thought about this one. Incest was a universal taboo. It was just plain wrong according to so many traditions. Different cultures defined it in different ways and there had been a few exception throughout history. But it was clearly wrong. Maybe it was according to those traditions but as she thought back on how it felt with her son in her arms, she FELT it was RIGHT. Deep inside her it felt good and she knew she wanted it. She wanted her son. Then her old Catholic upbringing really kicked in: is there some way of getting around this rule? Is there some way she could comfort her lonely son, in a way that... didn't really count as incest? Then in a flash she remembered how she and others had gotten around another big rule: no sex before marriage. Anal didn't count. It was only really sex if he put it in your vagina. That's what they reasoned. So she and a few of her girlfriends had all had anal sex before they ever had vaginal intercourse. She liked it. She wasn't so sure if all her friends liked it so much, but she did. Even after she decided the whole thing was bullshit, all those rules and all that shame, and started having sex when she wanted, she still liked anal. It just seemed more naughty and intense for her. But it didn't really count. So now that she found something that really is wrong all over the world, not just according to the Church, she could still use that loophole. She remembered how sad and dejected her son had looked. He really needed her. Billy had gone for a walk to clear his head. When he came back on his way to his room he saw his mother sitting on the couch in the living room. She had a look in her eyes he didn't know how to place. It made him stop in his tracks. "Mom? What's going on?" "Sweetie, come here and sit next to me." He moved over and sat on the couch leaving a foot or so between them. "Now, I've been thinking a lot about what happened this morning." Billy tensed up and seemed like he was ready to jump up and leave. "It's okay. Really, I told you it's okay. Don't worry." She said as she took his hands into hers again. And again with her touch and all the tension in the air he was starting to get hard. "No, I've been thinking about just how lonely you've been and what I can do to help. Clearly, you are at least somewhat involuntarily attracted to me as this morning showed." She glanced over at him to gauge his reaction. He just seemed slightly frozen in anticipation for what she'd say next. "Now incest is just plain wrong. You know that. We both know that. But... and I have no idea what your reaction to this will be, but..." she snickered at the pun in spite of herself. "But, I was thinking of a way we could get around that. "When I was a teenager growing up with all those strict Catholic families, we used to say, 'Anal doesn't count.' We were desperate for exploring, and enjoying, sex. For the comfort and excitement of that intimacy. So we decided that was a way to do it guilt free." Sophie swallowed hard and said: "I decided I want to offer the same thing to you." Now she looked up at her son again and saw his jaw dropped, staring at her. "You mean that...." he stuttered out. "Yes, I'm offering for you to be with me as long as you only put it there." She pointed back to her hips. "I'm offering you my ass." She gave a small Mona Lisa smile while looking in his eyes. "I know some people don't like that. They think it's gross. But if you want to, you can." she said. What Sophie didn't know is her son had always fantasized about anal sex but had never tried it with a girl. "I... I like anal." "Well, okay! But I guess, I should check to make sure you're telling the truth." she said with another mischievous smile. Billy watched as his mom reached over to his lap and rubbed the bulge poking up from his jeans. "Yes, it does look like you like the idea." Then she brought her other hand over to reach together and unclasp his jeans. She slowly pulled his fly down, each row of teeth seeming to take forever to build up tension, then release and separate, build tension, release and separate, build tension, release and separate... until it was all the way down. And his cock was straining to burst out of his boxers. His heart jumped as she reached into the hole in his underwear searching around for the treasure in there. She had it in her hand, wrapped around the whole thing. She pulled it out and stared at it. "Oh baby, it's beautiful. Any girl would be so lucky to have this...." She leaned her head down slowly but directly, while slightly opening her lips. He was in heaven. Billy couldn't believe his own mother had his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Apparently, oral didn't count either. She took a few inches in. Then she took it out. Jacked it a little bit. Then licked the head and then down the shaft, before taking the whole thing in her mouth again. She looked up into her son's eyes and managed to smile sweetly with her eyes while his cock rested in her mouth. After awhile of this he was starting to get close to cumming. She noticed this, took her mouth off, and sat up. "Okay, time to go upstairs." She grabbed his hand and walked him to the stairway. She let go of his hand and walked ahead of him. He followed after her and watched as, right in front of his face, the cheeks of her ass each went up and down under her robe, as she ascended the stairs, one step at a time. He wanted to just bury his face in those lovely cheeks. He certainly hoped licking her ass didn't count either... It Doesn't Count When.... Ch. 02 Sophie could feel her son's eyes on her ass as she ascended the staircase one step at a time. Meanwhile, she was thinking frantically. Yes, she was thinking about the fact that she had just offered her lonely son her ass. As a horny, guilt-ridden Catholic teens, she and her friends had decided that it doesn't count when it's anal. She could comfort him that way without it really being incest. And yes, she was thinking about how she had just given her own son a blowjob. She hadn't even really been thinking when she did it. She touched his hard cock (hard from the thought of fucking his own mother in the butt apparently) and then her hands just automatically opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and reached inside. Then, again without thinking, she had bent her head down and put her boy's rock hard, big beautiful dick in her mouth. Actually, what was really on her mind as she slowly walked up those steps, was just how big that penis was. It's wasn't SO huge. It wasn't the biggest she had ever seen. It wasn't even the biggest she had ever fucked. Her son's penis was just bigger than any she had ever taken in her ass. In fact, she had made a rule a long time ago that she would never a cock more than 7" (18 centimeters) long in that particular hole. His dick was definitely bigger than 7 inches. And yet, she had promised her son he could put it in her big round butt. She had promised herself he couldn't put it in her pussy. That would clearly, completely, be incest. It would be wrong. So that's what she was really thinking about by the time she reached her bedroom door and started to slowly turn her doorknob. Billy moved right up behind her. She could feel his cock very clearly against her bathrobe covered rear. He had stepped out of his jeans and left them down in the living room. He was only wearing a t-shirt and flimsy boxers now. He moved one hand around her waist and pulled her closer to his body, harder against his cock. She felt his breath right against her neck and ear, which caused her to suddenly take in her own breath. She could feel him smile in reaction to this, as he nestled his face into her sensitive neck. Sophie had always loved to be kissed there. Right where her shoulder meets her neck. It drove her crazy. She threw her head back and sighed in surrender. She realized she had been holding tightly on to the doorknob, white knuckles showing. Now she pushed it forward. Billy pushed her forward, not with his arms but with his whole body. They moved as one hot mass of flesh toward her queen size bed. Right about now she felt like a queen, a queen who could have anything, anyone she wanted, even her own son. "But only in the ass," she reminded herself. "I know Mom, only her your butt" he said in her ear, making Sophie realize she had actually said that out loud. She also realized that they were now on her bed; she with her face down, he on top of her. Billy was running his hands along the outside of his mother's thighs. Then he was fondling her hair, her ear, neck, chin. Then he had his fingers in her mouth and she was sucking on them. "Just like he used to suck on my nipples," she thought to herself. And the thought made her nipples harden even more. "Just like I used to suck on your nipples, huh, Mom?" he whispered in her ear.. It sent a shiver down her spine to hear him echo her thoughts. She definitely hadn't said it out loud this time because his fingers were in her mouth. Maybe they were just on the same wavelength. Maybe she hadn't actually said that last thing out loud either? Now his hands had moved down to the hem of her robe. Now they moved up her legs. He ran his hands over her smooth ass. He moved them down her curves, between her cheeks. Her son's finger's grazed against her tight back entrance. Then her son was touching her pussy. The feeling of his fingers in that forbidden place suddenly startled her to attention. "No, Billy. No. You can't touch me there. Only my ass. That's the rule." she said, surprising herself at how sober she suddenly sounded. "But you touched my penis?" he said in a soft, half matter of fact, half pleading voice. "That was different. You just can't touch me there." she said, matter-of-factly. "Okay." he said, trying not to sound too disappointed. Then Billy remembered what he had been thinking about while his mother seemed to take an eternity to climb the stairs. He slithered his body down, across her back, until his face was directly in line with her soft, round cheeks. His eyes could just barely see under her robe from the angle her was looking and the way it had been ruffled around from all the movement. Now he decidedly grabbed each side of the bottom of the bathrobe and FLIPPED it up. There. There was a perfect view of his mom's bare ass. He buried his face in it. "Oh, Billy.... oh, sweetie... ohhhhh...." Sophie sighed over and over. Billy's nose was in the crack of her butt and his tongue... his tongue was licking her ass hole and she was loving it. "I guess I got my answer: ass licking doesn't count." Billy thought to himself. "I also wonder if licking her pussy counts but given how she reacted to my fingers, I probably shouldn't try." Instead, he moved his hands over her ass around to her hips. He grabbed them and pulled so that his face got buried even deeper into her smooth cheeks. His tongue probed deeper trying to go INTO her ass, not just along the tight folds of her sphincter. "This feels so naughty... and wonderful," Sophie thought to herself. "But it's a good thing he's doing that so her loosen me up as much as possible before he puts that monster in." As if on cue, Billy extracted his face from her ass and sat up. Then he moved along her body again and found her face. He slithered his mouth around to hers and shoved his tongue inside. "He's such a nasty boy!" she thought to herself as she wrestled her tongue with his and moaned without shame or restraint. Now she could feel his hard cock against her ass again. Only this time he was naked, ("When had he taken those boxers off?") and she could, for the first time, feel his bare rod against her bare backside. "Here it comes," she thought. He took his cock in his hand and guided it against her nether hole. He pushed his purple head against the opening. It widened. Half of the head was inside his mother's bum. There. His full cock head was inside her ass. And she was moaning. He pushed. She moaned again but in a different way. It was a deeper moan. Billy couldn't quite tell if it was a moan of pain or pleasure. If he only knew that Sophie couldn't quite tell either. He pushed a little further inside her. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them. There was his cock disappearing in between them. He really was in his mom's ass. He started to pull out. Then push in again. Then out. Then in just a little further this time. He was fucking his mom's ass. Slowly. Now he grabbed her hips and started pumping in and out, owning her ass. It was his ass to fuck. It was so tight around his cock. This sweet ass was his. Then he heard his mom: "Billy! Please, stop! Slow down! I can't take it like that!" She was looking back him, with an anguished look on her face, tears starting to swell in her eyes. "Oh fuck," he thought. "Oh my God, Mom... I'm so sorry! I got carried away... and just lost myself. I lost you. I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry!" "Oh Billy, you didn't lose me. It's okay. I want you to lose yourself. I want you to feel good and even forget that it's your mom that you're having sex with... in her butt. I want you to imagine it's some beautiful girl you're with. Just... I've never had someone so big in... there." Sophie moved her eyes in the direction of aching rear. "Mom," Billy said, "I don't want to imagine you're someone else. This is amazing being with you. You ARE a beautiful woman. I'm just so sorry I hurt you." He leaned down and sweetly, gently kissed his mother on the cheek. She closed her eyes and sighed. "As far as this." he said while giving her a little nudge with his dick that had deflated and slipped from inside her. "As far as this. I didn't know. I didn't know it was so big." "Billy, are you serious? You really didn't know you had a large penis?" "Well, some girls had said some things. But my friends told me girls always say that. So I didn't really take it seriously." Billy said while looking down off into space. "Honey, trust me, you have a big dick. And I'm not just saying that because I'm your mother." Sophie said, smiling to herself. "But don't worry it's not TOO big or anything! Normally, at least.... Well, for having sex in a woman's vagina... it's perfect. Just for anal sex, it's - challenging." "Does that mean we should do it here after all?" Billy started to nudge his rod into the open folds of his mother's clam, just an inch or two from the anal opening he had just been inside of. Sophie's jaw dropped.. She gasped. Her pussy begged for the rest of that cock. It wanted it. Sophie could have sworn it started to clench around the head of his cock and pull it in. Then a few thoughts came to her mind. "Billy! No, stop that! Do you realize where that just was?" she exclaimed. "You could give me an infection!" He quickly pulled out. He had never really pushed it in anyway. He was ready for this scolding. Though he hadn't thought about the sanitation issue. "But that's not even the main thing. I told you: that's off limits. It's just wrong." she said. "But it's okay. I can manage to take it in my bum. You just have to at least start slower and more gently." "Mom, I'm so sorry. I haven't been thinking at all, definitely not thinking about you enough...." Billy said with his head down and his shoulders drooping. "Honey, it's okay. You just have to slow down and think about your partner more. Those are important things to learn anyway." Sophie had turned around more to face her son. Her bare breasts were now completely in the open, in front of him. She noticed he noticed this. She also noticed that his deflated dick was now coming back to life. "There we go, my big boy!" She said pointedly looking down at his dick. "You like Mama's tits don't you?" Sophie took her boobs and pushed them together right in front of her son's face. Now Billy dropped his jaw and raiseed his dick, back up completely now. The sight and sound of his mom's dirty talk and slutty show got him back in the mood with confidence, instantly. "That's it, I know you're ready to give to Mama again, aren't you?" Sophie surprised herself with her wonton show, as she slid on to all four and stuck her ass right up at her son. Billy placed his hands on each side of her hips and ran his cock up and down her ass crack, slowly. "That's it. Just do it slowly... and gently. And Mommy can handle it. Mommy wants it." Sophie moaned as she started to feel his cock enter her tight, waiting back hole. "Oh, yes, baby... slowly, slowly work it inside me. Oh God...." Billy watched his cock disappear into his mother's rear one... inch... at... a time. It felt so satisfying. He wasn't even tempted to start going at it hard and fast: he was enjoying every delicious moment. The sound of this beautiful, sexy woman moaning and almost grunting below him was surprisingly sexy to him. With each slight advance inside of her she let out another growl. He was starting to be tempted to give it to her hard. And he was getting close to being all the way inside her. It was then that he noticed she started to make a little different sounds: maybe more pain than pleasure. "Mom, are you okay? Does this feel okay?" Billy said. "It feels absolutely amazing, sweetie. Just amazing. But yes, it's definitely starting to hurt. Just..." she gasped. "Just, stop there for a little while. Let me get used to it." Sophie panted as she grew accustomed to the feeling. She knew she could do it. She loved her son and could do this for him: give this - her ass - to him. She just needed some time. After a little while, she turned her head around a bit and said, "Okay. Okay, you can go in a little deeper - very slowly." Billy so didn't want to hurt her. He ever so delicately moved inside her more, just a tiny bit more. "Ohhh! Stop, stop! I'm sorry, I just can't take it any deeper!" she gasped, leaning forward pushing her face into the bed. Billy started to pull his dick out of her. "No, it's okay." she said. He froze. "You can do it. Just not that deep. Can you control yourself from going too deep?" she asked. "Even when you really get excited?" "Of course! Of course, Mom: however you want it. I can do it." Sophie smiled back her son and looking right into his eyes she said, "Okay; then get excited again! Give it to me!" She faced her head forward, and said again, "Give it to me!" Billy didn't need to hear it anymore times than that! He moved his cock into his mom's beautiful round bum again. Before going too far, he pulled back out. Then in. Again, back out. Now he was clenching into her hips with both hands. Now he was really pumping in and out of her fucking perfect ass. And she was loving it! Sophie couldn't believe how exhilarating, naughty, dirty, and marvelous this felt: being fucked by her son in her ass. She wanted more! But he was careful not to go too deep and hurt her. It was perfect. She knelt down and bit into the pillow like an animal. Yes, there was still some pain. But it just added to the excitement. Billy moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, massaging them as he continued pump in and out of her lovely round rump. He bit into her should just a little bit. Now he released her tits and reached to turn her cheek back toward him. Now they were kissing, wet tongues entwined while he kept going in and out of her backside. They separated and Billy stopped for a moment just holding her. "I love you, Mom." "I love you too, baby." she said with her whole heart, savoring the moment. Then: "Now, are you ready to cum, honey?" she asked. "Really, can I? It's okay, now?" he said. "Yes, baby you can. I want you to cum. I want you to cum in Mommy's ass." Hearing that nearly made him cum right there. But he didn't. He started pumping in and out again. Faster than before. Through clenched teeth he said: "Yes. Yes. It's so good. You're so fucking sexy, I can't believe it." "Yes, baby. Give it to me. Cum for Mommy. Cum right in Mommy's ass like a good boy." she said. "Yes, yes, I'm getting close Mom! Yes, so close!" he started pumping even harder. "So close! Yes, yes," still careful not to push too far up, he froze halfway up her rear and dug his fingers savagely into her hips. "Yes, yes, I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" He released inside of her gush, after gush of hot jizz he had built up for far too long. He panted as the orgasm washed over him. Then, he collapsed on the bed beside his mom. "Oh honey, you look so happy!" Sophie exclaimed as she reached over to touch her son's face. He pulled her to him in a warm embrace."Oh Mom, I am happy. Thank you so much. That was... amazing; perfect; exactly what I needed." He stroked her long beautiful hair as he held her. "But Mom, did you cum? I didn't make you cum did I? I can't believe it: that's so rude!" Sophie laughed slightly, "Thank you for thinking of me. But that's okay sweetie. This was for you." "Well, can I make you cum at some point?" Billy asked. Sophie smiled. "That's very nice of you to ask. 'I don't know.' is the answer." She ran her hand up and down her son's back and nestled her face into his shoulder, as she thought about it. She gave another Mona Lisa smile just to herself. She pulled her head back, looked him, and said, "Only if we can figure out a way to do it that doesn't count." **Thanks for all the support for the first part and encouragement to get this second part up! I hope you all liked it. I really welcome and appreciate any feedback. And please feel free to suggest in a comment or direct message to me any thing else you think the characters can do that "doesn't count"! It Doesn't Count That was why she had trouble getting guys. That was why she had so little experience with sex. She was too damned gorgeous. It was intimidating. * * * Amy looked at her dim image in the dresser mirror as she removed the second earring. Why had she done that? Why had she tricked him into looking at her? She was a churning sea of emotions this evening, seemingly unable to navigate herself safely through them. The night had been a disaster. At first all of the guys, each and every one of them, had clearly taken notice of her. She could feel her friends cringe as they each realized they were coming in a distant second to her, or worse. Then it all fell apart. Amy had tried to flirt, and to make herself clearly available. She even tried starting conversations herself a few times, instead of passively letting them make all of the opening moves. Maybe that was her mistake. Maybe she came across as desperate this time. Amy tossed the earring onto the dresser with a tinny clatter. She was so damned horny she was going to burst. It had been a half a year since she'd been with a guy, a whole half a year. The harder she'd tried tonight, the more obvious it became that she was going home alone again. She didn't have to have the cutest one. She would have taken any one of those guys and given them the night of their lives, if they'd just talked to her for more than a few minutes. But no, it only took about thirty minutes for them to pair up with each of her friends, until she was left sitting there, on the outside, listening to them talk, the only person in a crowded bar that was alone with a half a dozen friends beside her. Something had to change. Amy felt emboldened. Maybe it was the drinks that the guys kindly and needlessly kept buying for her. Maybe it was all of the frustration. Maybe it was the fact that she was just feeling hornier than she had ever felt in her life, as if she were a bitch in heat. Fine, she thought, feeling a little angry at all men in general. She could be a bitch in heat. Watch her. * * * As Dan stepped out of the kitchen, he saw Amy standing by the window. He'd thought she'd go throw a robe on, or something, but she was still wonderfully naked. At least she'd had the decency to leave the lights off. Dan tried to act as uninhibited as she was, trying to ignore the painfully obvious. He stood beside her, looking out the window at the city skyline. "Rough night?" he asked kindly. "Guys suck," she said. "Not all guys. Not me." She looked sideways at him, expressionless, before turning to face him. He turned with her. Dan fought the urge, once again, to let his eyes fall lower to enjoy her body. He held her gaze solemnly, instead. They stood there in silence for a while, brother and sister, facing each other. Eventually, she let her gaze fall to his chest, where she let one finger slowly trace the curve of the collar of his t-shirt. She didn't touch him, just the cloth of his collar, and even that very gently. "You owe me," she said, looking into his chest with a distant expression. "Owe you what?" "I told you before. You said if I came home alone, you'd have to show me what I was missing." Dan shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She seemed so sad tonight. It was unusual. Something was very wrong. He knew he had to tread lightly. "I didn't say it, you did," he answered, trying to sound firm without being cruel. "I didn't promise anything. You said I had to promise, but I didn't." "You said I was hot enough," she stated matter-of-factly, still staring into his chest. "You are. Maybe too hot." She looked up into his eyes. He froze as she tipped her head up, keeping her eyes on his. She raised herself up on her toes, to bring her lips to within a hair's breadth of his. Once there she closed her eyes. She held herself there for a long while, utterly still, almost but not quite kissing him. After a time, eyes still closed, she dropped away. Dan felt a slight pang of disappointment as she withdrew. "If you were another guy, that kiss would have been gentle. It would have been just enough to let you know that I wanted you to push things further. And just in case, I would have pressed my tits into you, so you could feel my body, feel my needs, clearly." With that, she eased her body closer to his, looking down at her own nipples. Dan found his eyes compulsively drawn there as well. Once set, he couldn't take his eyes away. He felt his pulse pounding as Amy moved her erect nipples to stop just short of touching the fabric of his shirt. She moved them, ever so slowly, left and right, as if they were brushing his ribs, but not. Dan realized with a start that she was looking into his eyes, while he was staring at her chest. He jerked his eyes back to hers. She wore a small, sly, tight-lipped smile. "This isn't fair. You're overdressed," she said teasingly. Her tone was even, but a bit husky. * * * Amy had decided to go for it. She was going to play this game as much as she wished. She wouldn't go too far, but she'd go somewhere. To hell with everyone. She reached forward with both hands to work on Dan's belt buckle. He quickly stepped back, out of her reach, so she stepped forward in turn. "I'll do it," he said hastily, as if by doing so himself, and keeping her hands off of him, it would be okay. Amy let her eyes rise up to look into his, giving him some sense of privacy, as he coolly unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. "Is that all?" Amy asked coquettishly. Dan hesitated, and then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Amy tipped her head to the side, giving him a look that loudly repeated her question without making a sound. He hesitated just one moment more, then broke into a shy smile. She didn't often see that expression on his face. He wasn't the shy type. "What the hell," he said, clearly fighting his embarrassment. A moment later, he tucked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, slid them down and stepped out of them. "Okay, now we're even," he announced. Amy stepped back to admire him. She brazenly let her gaze fall down to his crotch. She smiled in satisfaction not only at the sight of his cock, but it's excited state. "You weren't lying. You do think I'm hot," she cooed, stepping back toward him. She let one hand move toward his cock, fighting the conflicting urges to both grab it, and to stop this silly game, to turn and run into her room. It stood out in front of him, not quite straight forward, but actually arching upward, like a crescent moon. He stood perfectly still himself, now clearly confused and frightened. She let one finger trace its outline, never touching it, simply moving down along the top of its length, around to the bottom, then again back toward her, beneath it. Next she formed a half circle with her fingers, to glide them along it, from base to tip and back, several times, as if stroking it, but all the while never, ever touching his flesh. She looked up to see his eyes focused on her hand, watching her movements, just as hers had been helplessly focused on his delicious, forbidden cock. * * * Dan watched her hands moving over him. He was frozen in a combination of shock, anticipation and lust. This had all begun so quickly. He didn't know how to deal with it, or if he should deal with it. Part of him screamed that he had to get dressed and hurry out the door, that Amy wasn't herself. He needed to help her separate from all of this. Another part of him, the stronger part, told him to let go. It told him to stop lying to himself, that he'd never wanted anything more than this. He'd never wanted any woman more than his big sister. He had never seriously considered it, but he had fantasized about it. He felt no shame there. She was beautiful, and he knew it, everyone knew it. Anyway, so far, this was harmless. She had never touched him. They wouldn't let it go that far. They couldn't. "I can't touch you," she said huskily, as if reading his thoughts. "But you have to show me how we would, if we could." He looked up to meet her eyes. He could play, too, he thought. He was the bold one. It was time to take charge. Dan stepped forward, taking care to keep his erect cock from touching her belly. He lifted his open hands to place them behind her shoulders, as if pulling her to him. His hands hovered there, feeling the warmth of her in the thin air between his fingertips and her skin. She leaned forward toward him, until her nipples again hovered an eyelash away from of his own chest, straining to reach just a fraction further, to actually touch him. He lowered his lips to stop just shy of hers. He let his lips slide ever so slightly up and down, left and right, much as he would if he were passionately moving his lips over hers, if they were actually kissing. He let one soft, warm breath escape from between his barely parted lips, letting it pass over hers, before pulling away. He listened to her suck a long, deep breath in through her teeth. He let his hands almost caress her arms, taking a path down toward her hands. She looked down to one side, watching him glide over her. She lifted one hand up to meet his. Their hands hovered there, in space, almost together, almost touching, almost holding each other. Their fingers were almost intertwined. They stood that way for a while, moving their hands in space, dancing around each other, exploring each other's fingers in slow, sinuous motions, while almost, but not quite, caressing each other. She smiled softly at him, a look of low simmering lust clear in her face. She stepped backwards toward her bedroom, keeping her hand near his. He hastened to follow, to keep their hands close together, as if she were pulling him with her into her room. * * * Once beside her bed, Amy let her hand fall away from his. She put one knee onto the mattress, to crawl on all fours up to her pillow. She knew he would watch her ass as she did it. She purposely made the entire motion as slowly, swayingly erotic as she could. Once she reached the center of the bed, she rolled smoothly onto her back, resting her head on the pillow to look over at her darling baby brother. He stood there, for her, in his glory. His torso was well muscled, and almost clean of any chest hair. That was disappointing. She liked a little more hair to mark a man as firmly masculine. She looked down at his stiff cock, and decided he didn't need it. He was more than masculine enough. It looked so much harder, so much sturdier than any cock she'd ever seen. She wondered briefly how it would feel, how hot it was to the touch, how large it would feel inside her. She dismissed the thought as soon as she could. That would be going too far. "Show me how I would be seduced, Danny. How would you touch me, now?" she breathed at him. He didn't need much encouragement. Danny eased himself onto the bed beside her, at first kneeling there, back straight, with his beautiful cock hovering just above her thighs, just out of reach. His head came down then. With his eyes half closed, he moved his mouth and cheek to her breast, sliding near her as if nuzzling her. His lips formed a pucker, then blew a soft breath onto her nipple. His lips parted slightly to glide around the curve of her breast, then shift to the other, then shift back. His hand reached out, letting the backs of his fingers trace a path along the underside of her tits, so close she thought she could actually feel him. His lips lowered to her skin again, drizzling a light rain of ghostly almost kisses down her belly, until his head hovered right beside her thighs. Amy heard herself whimper softly as he moved closer and closer to the source of her frustration, to her burning slit, yearning and sizzling with an unfilled need. * * * Dan inched his way closer and closer to his sister's inviting mound of pubic hair. It took a while, partly because he enjoyed the slow, aching tease of taking his time, and partly because he honestly wasn't sure he should be doing this. Yet as soon as he'd seen that his sister's pubic hair was a light golden brown, like his, he knew he had to continue. It was beautiful. And he'd never have a chance like this ever again. With his face as close to her as he could get, he exhaled a long, hot breath onto her skin. * * * The feel of her brother's breath on the moist, outer edges of her cunt was unbelievable. Amy honestly thought that no other sexual contact she'd ever had, with any man, had ever matched what she felt at that moment. It took all of her strength not to beg him to go further, or even more directly, to simply thrust her hips upward into his face, forcing physical contact between them, breaking the barrier they'd foolishly erected, letting her fuck his face with complete abandon. She had to do something. She had to let him know how wonderful this was. She let a long, breathy, high pitched squeal escape from her lips. She'd intended to do it, orchestrated it, but once it started, it took on a life of its own. She couldn't stop it. "Lick me, Danny," she said, once her squeal had run its course. "Please, show me how you'd lick me." * * * Dan felt Amy lift her head to watch him. He had to move quickly, if slightly, as she shifted, to avoid accidentally touching her. Part of him thought, hoped, that that might have been her intention. Once she'd settled herself on her elbows, he looked up into her eyes. He made a show of snaking his tongue out, letting it cruise all around the edges of her beautiful cunt lips. He wished he could use his hands to spread them wider, to open her to him, but that was against the rules. He repeated the motion, but this time he cheated just a bit, letting his tongue touch and brush the tips of her shimmering pubic hairs, knowing that she must feel it. He worked his way up to her clit, ever so close to touching her flesh, stealing occasional glances to see that she was still watching, and to enjoy the expression of animal lust on her face as he worked. Once he reached her swollen button, he stopped to blow on it, too. As she felt his breath on her clit, Amy squealed again, loudly, in delight, and then laughed. "Oh, yes Danny. Yes, you're good, you're good." She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. He waited until she was watching again to move his tongue in quick, tight circles in the air above her clit. If he could touch her, he would stay here for hours, doing just this, working her clit over and over with his tongue until she begged him to fuck her, then longer still, until he couldn't take it any more. * * * Danny made a beautiful, precious "o" with his lips, shaping them as if he were ready to take her clit completely into his mouth, to suck on it lovingly for her pleasure. Amy threw her head back onto her pillow, immediately regretting that the act hadn't accidentally pushed her tormented pussy against his delicious mouth. She threw her head from side to side, feeling like this torture she'd created for herself was an unbearable agony. She couldn't stand it, having him there, having a handsome, sexy, powerful man right there, ready to fill her needs, yet not. If only he weren't her brother. "Fuck me, Danny," she begged, partly as part of the game, but mostly as a veiled expression of her true desires. "Fuck me as much as you want. Fuck me now." * * * Dan stayed where he was, pretending to work on her clit, blowing warm breaths on her thighs and her glistening cunt lips, teasing her incessantly as she begged him to take her. He loved being there, being that close to her, seeing how wet he had made her. The scent of her filled his nostrils in a way no woman's ever had. He'd always sensed it, that scent, but had never knowingly enjoyed the aroma of a woman's sex like he did now. He reminded himself that she was his sister. He had to, to keep himself from abandoning all restraint and plunging into her right at that moment. But if there was any way that he could, he was going to make her come, almost no matter what it took. Finally, when he felt he couldn't listen to her pleas for him to fuck her any longer, he slid smoothly up to hold his body over hers, very carefully keeping his arms and thighs and body from touching her at all. * * * Amy looked up into Dan's stern face as he held himself above her, propped on two strong arms. She looked down the length of their bodies, watching his rigid cock as it moved up and back in a sawing motion, over her pubic hair and her belly, just as it would if it were inside her. The action worked well because of the wickedly delicious bend in his cock. Without it, his cock head would have been brushing against her skin. Instead, the ridge of his shaft glided over her like a sea gull skimming along over an ocean. Dan would move his cock down low, hovering right at the opening of her pussy, threatening to plunge into her at any moment. He would thrust himself forward, always keeping the tip of his cock just away from Amy's cunt lips, always depriving her of the feel of his cock actually touching her hungry pussy. He was so deliciously close. It would be so easy for him to enter her then. He could do it, just once, just for a while, just to let the forlorn insides of her cunt know how it felt. She wouldn't mind. Just for a short while. She watched his cock move toward her, then pull back, move toward her, then pull back. She waited until she had a sense of the rhythm, his rhythm, then she closed her eyes, trying to imagine it inside her. She moaned quietly at the thought, then more loudly. Soon her own sounds filled her ears as if made by another woman. She snapped her eyes open, embarrassed that she'd let herself go so far, so fast. She looked into his face, to see him grinning at her. She melted beneath him yet again. "Do you like it, Sis? Do you like having my cock slipping in and out of you like this?" She smiled up at him, while closing her eyes and nodding, returning to her world of imagined fulfillment. "Yes, baby, yes. I do, I really do." "You like my cock?" "Yes." She lay there for a long time, occasionally opening her eyes to see him studying her face, or to watch his cock as it moved across her. She spent a while studying his expression, too, smiling at him, being sure to let him know she liked it, loved it, in fact. His eyes were so intense. He looked so serious, like it was so important to him to get this right, to make her happy. Nowhere in the world was she ever going to find a man like her dear baby brother. He was patient with her, unhurried. Amy closed her eyes, lost in that thought, lost in the idea of being slowly taken by her strong brother. The thought suddenly set her clit throbbing, thrilling her as her pussy grew wetter. He broke the silence abruptly. "Show me you like it," he said, his voice suddenly deeper, and more commanding. "Show me what you'd do with my cock, if you could." Amy's eyes opened again, drawn by both the words and the tone. Her brother shifted his body abruptly, moving smoothly onto his back beside her. * * * Dan watched as Amy lifted herself up from the pillow. Her breasts floated over him, pleading with him to reach out and touch them. As he lifted his mouth to them she froze. He moved as close as he could, as close as he possibly could, with his lips, then froze there, too, to stare up into her eyes. * * * Amy could feel his breath on her nipples now. It was hot and moist, warmer than it had felt against her wet cunt. She eased herself forward, mischievously trying to force contact between her nipple and his lips, but he saw it coming, drifting back just enough to keep her away. Amy laughed aloud at him, and herself, for being caught trying to break the rules. He moved his nose and his cheeks around her skin, as if he were caressing the smooth curves of her tit with his face, with the scruff on his chin. He did that for a while, shifting between her breasts, seemingly enjoying this more than anything, which made her enjoy it all the more. He looked up at her with his own green-brown eyes. It Doesn't Count "Suck my cock, Amy. Suck your brother's cock." The harsh, incestuous words excited her more than anything yet. She hadn't expected it to. She had been trying to think of Dan only as a man, one she knew intimately, one she respected, and one she was physically attracted to, but not entirely as her brother. She was constantly aware of the fact, but kept pushing it back. She knew that was a lie. She knew all along what she was doing and thinking. But when he had said it out loud, when he had put it into words, it all came bubbling to the surface. It thrilled her. "I can't wait to suck it, Danny. Big sister's going to make love to your cock like no other woman ever could," she said, making her voice as breathy and as sexy as she could, feeling suddenly, unstoppably wicked. * * * Dan watched as Amy lowered her mouth towards him. She stopped to look at him. Her beautiful, cover girl face gazed lovingly and lustily into his eyes past his own rock hard cock. He felt it twitch and respond, almost as if he could come at that moment, just at the sight of her. Amy's beautiful, full, wide lips opened slowly, dramatically. She placed them just short of the base of his cock, then let them glide erotically but casually up the length of his shaft, always just a fraction of a twitch away from touching him. She moved back to the base the same way, then repeated the motions. There she copied him, blowing on his cock, at first softly, then more firmly, with hot, heavy, tickling breaths. She moved her lips up and down the length of it, along the outer ridge and the sides, and even the head, blowing on it the whole time. Dan sucked in a sharp, loudly appreciative breath of his own, then released a moan of sheer, sinful pleasure. * * * The sounds he made for her were fantastic. She didn't think she'd ever want to listen to a man again, unless it was Danny enjoying the pleasure she was bringing him. Amy moved to position her face in front of the very tip of his cock. Once there she opened her mouth as wide as she could. She had to be careful, now, or she would touch him. She concentrated as she slowly, carefully, precisely lowered her lips over his cock, taking it as far inside her mouth as she could without letting it skim her lips or teeth or tongue. Once she'd gone as far as she dared, Amy closed her eyes and held herself there, enjoying the thought of her position, and wishing she had the nerve to close her mouth on him. Then she imagined him coming, then and there, in her mouth. She imagined him overwhelmed by the sight of his sister with her mouth around his cock, so overwhelmed that he would shoot a satisfying blast of cum straight onto her eager, waiting tongue. * * * Dan could feel his eyes open wider as he watched his sister lower herself onto his cock, actually taking him into her mouth. The raw heat of her breath and mouth that close to his cock, surrounding it, was mind wrenching. He didn't think any woman's mouth, any woman's cunt, had ever felt that hot, and she wasn't even touching him. Nothing, no real blowjob, no experience at all, in his entire life, was ever going to match this. His hands found the sheets at his side, grabbing them in bunches to help fight back the urge to surrender to his lust. They offered a feeble substitute for what he wanted, to instead reach out to grab her head and force her completely onto his aching dick. "Oh, God, Sis, Shit, shit, shit. Sis, please, please..." he begged, knowing, hoping she would ignore him, but hoping, wishing she couldn't. Amy pulled her mouth away as she shifted positions again. When she did so, she flipped her head to clear a lock of hair from her eyes. The action tossed her long hair about. It fell across his cock in a rush, breaking the rules. It was only the slightest breeze of a touch, the feather touch of her long hair, but compared to the extended torment of imagined contact, it felt like a strong, firm hand grabbing and squeezing his shaft. The sudden, physical sensation, after the seemingly endless moments of suffering, was exquisite. * * * The loud, tortured moan that came from Danny's mouth shocked Amy, almost sending her into an orgasm herself. She could actually feel her own clit pulsing, throbbing with the need to come. She hadn't intended to, but she'd touched him with her hair. She decided now that that was allowed by the rules. She purposely lifted her head to move it about, dragging her long straight hair back and forth across his stomach and inner thighs and his raging, pleading cock. "Amy, Sister, sweet Amy, sweet sister, yes, please, yes..." Danny's pleas were endless. He begged and begged for her to tease him, as if she would ever have the will to stop herself. * * * Dan looked down to watch her. She was cheating with herself, too. She had one hand between her legs, gently rubbing her pussy. That was absolutely cheating, he thought. He should be doing that for her. He watched, enchanted, as Amy lowered her eyes to the side of his shaft, agonizingly close, staring at his cock. She fluttered them, brushing her eyelashes quickly across the sensitive skin. He sucked in another sharp, approving breath. She started to moan loudly, uncontrollably, as she rubbed herself harder and faster. Her head moved more quickly, too, violently whipping her hair across his cock. The feel of it was incredible. He had already felt that he couldn't take any more, that if she simply looked into his eyes at that moment he would come for her. But now, with her hair whispering against his skin, back and forth, like the cunt of a phantom, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He never thought it would happen, that this game would ever take him this far, but he felt himself build to and past the point of complete release. * * * Amy had been holding herself back, trying not to come, slowing her own fingers and fighting back the feelings of love and lust and longing. Then she watched in joy as his cock suddenly stiffened. A moment later a wave of cum shot out of it, spewing drops across his belly as far as his ribs. Some of them landed on her golden hair, delighting her. He had come for her, and on her, if only on her hair. Her baby brother had come on her. She had made him come on her. His cock jerked again. She watched smugly as he came again, at her whim, leaving more pools of cum above and below his sexy navel. The drops gathered into rivulets in the sharp creases between his abdominal muscles, glistening for her in the soft, dark light like diamonds. Amy listened then to Danny's panting breaths as he recovered from the experience. She felt him move, lifting his head to look at her. She eagerly looked back at him, grinning. * * * Dan lay there at that moment, totally in love with his sister. He was utterly entranced by the sight of her as she extended her tongue and lowered it only to stop, tantalizingly short, of each drop of cum on his belly. She moved from one drop to the next, pretending to lick and kiss and suck his belly clean. She smiled as she mimed relishing and greedily swallowing every drop of his cum. He instinctively reached toward her head with one hand, only just remembering to stop himself in time. He allowed himself one, brutal moment of pretending to press her head against him, to slip his fingers into her golden hair and force her to take his cum more eagerly. When it became too much, he let his hand drop to his side where he once again grabbed handfuls of sheets in frustration. She looked up at him with a face full of pure, kittenish lust. She was so beautiful. "You fucking sweet minx," he growled at her. "You fucking, beautiful, sweet, evil minx." She pushed herself upright. He looked at her firm breasts in the dim light, then let his eyes wander down to where her hand still gently rubbed her clit. He felt further frustration that he couldn't help her more, that he was failing her. He'd come, she'd made him come, and he couldn't do the same for her. She moved then, abruptly, purposefully, to carefully straddle him, balancing on the balls of her feet, always sure to avoid contact, always sure to obey the rules. She hovered there, with her cunt just above his tormented, but satisfied, cock. He'd come, yes, but he still needed more. He needed to be touched. He needed to touch her. He desperately wanted to feel himself inside of her. The thought of it kept him hard. She rocked back and forth, as if rubbing her pussy against him, all the while rubbing her hands on her clit. When she moved, she was close enough that he could feel the searing heat of her, the heat of his sister's burning golden cunt on his now hypersensitive prick. She cheated further, letting one long finger slip into her slit, then she withdrew it, glistening, for him to see. "See what you're doing to me, Danny? Tell me you want me, too. Tell me you want me the way I want you," she begged. "I can't, Sis, I can't have you," Dan replied, his voice hoarse and throaty. "You can't, but tell me you want me. Say it!" "Fuck, yes, Sis, fuck yes, I want you." "Say it again, Danny," she pleaded. "Tell me what you want to do to me." Her voice was rising, becoming frantic. The pace of her hand against her cunt had quickened, too. She had one finger deep inside herself now, while the heel of her thumb made harsh, violent circles on her clit. She drew her breaths in sharply, in a staccato of quick, short, bursts. Each time she exhaled a small squeal escaped from her throat. "I want you, Sis, I want to fuck you. I do," Dan said boldly, forcefully, leaving no doubt that he truly meant it. "I want to fuck the shit out of you, Sis, I want to fuck you all night long, I want to fuck my sweet sister's hot wet cunt all fucking night." "Me too, Danny," she cried. Her words became almost incoherent as her body began to shudder in climax. "Me too, I want to fuck you, too, Danny, I want to fuck my baby brother. Please fuck me, please." Her pleas turned to screams mixed with moans. Her head whipped about, tossing her hair through the air. Dan watched her tits vibrate marvelously, rocked by the force of her orgasms, until she fell to the bed at his side, panting and laughing and moaning, all at once. * * * It was still dark when Dan awoke, with Amy at his side. In their sleep she had rolled over beside him. Her head rested against his shoulder, finally and completely breaking the golden rule of the night. Dan kissed her once, on the forehead, for real, praying it wouldn't wake her. Then he carefully and quietly left the bed and the room. He dressed thoughtfully as he looked out the window at the city skyline. He wanted to stay. He wanted her to wake up in his arms, but there was no way he could. They were both going to be mortified in the bright light of day. They probably wouldn't even be able to speak to each other for weeks. She was too important to him. He had to get out now, to give her her space, and to let them both come to grips with what they'd just done. Somehow, though, he didn't feel guilty just yet. He wasn't sure that it had even qualified as sex, or incest. After all, they hadn't touched each other. He never laid a hand on his gorgeous sister. It didn't count. But she'd come for him, and she had made him come more forcefully and satisfyingly than he'd ever thought he could. * * * Two days had gone by without a word from Danny. Amy was trying to play it cool, to let him deal with it however he wanted, but it was killing her. She couldn't stay away from him for so long. The whole experience was just too damn fantastic, and she loved him too much. She missed him. She made her mind up to call him and invite him to lunch on Monday. * * * As Amy left the restaurant, she could feel Danny looking at her ass again. She didn't have to look. She knew. She'd worn the sexiest thing she could for him today, knowing as she dressed that morning that he would look. From now on, she was going to tease him as much as she could. She had no idea if it would ever happen again. She wasn't sure she wanted it to. Another part of her hoped they had the courage to do even more, but she knew that would be a mistake, too. It would probably never happen again, but she could still play games. She could spend the rest of her life getting pleasure from not touching her fantastically sexy baby brother.