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Kathy's Brother

By: mannytheman



"Thank you, dear."

"And thank you, ma'am. I hope you enjoy your purchases and come back soon."

She smiled at me over her shoulder as she turned to walk back out into the mall concourse. "I'm sure I'll do both."

I watched her walk away, the chique little shopping bag dangling against her thigh. I figured her for early forties. Still very attractive, great legs, and still with a lot to live for, judging by the lingerie she'd just bought.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was closing time. I poked my head into the back room, where Sheila, my boss and owner of the franchise on this outlet of a large national lingerie chain, was bent over her desk. 

"Sheil, I'm going. I've picked out a few things for myself and written it all down. You can take it out of my check."

She looked up at me and smiled. "Got hot plans for the week-end, eh?"

Sheila's strong Australian came through in everything she said. I grinned back at her. 

"Yeah, but not like you mean. My brother's coming home from bumming across America. We haven't seen him since he went east to college last fall. I'm sure it'll be a big night for all of us. Like a reunion."

"Well, have a great time. I'll see you again on Monday." Sheila's smile faded and she gave me a pensive look. "You know, Kathy, I'm going to miss you when you go off to school. I can't really run this place alone. I love working the floor, meeting the customers and helping them. And I love all the beautiful things we sell. That's why I got into this. But all the rest," she gestured at the piles of paper on her desk, "is taking up more and more of my time." Her face lit up again. "You know, when you came in here looking for a summer job, I saw a bored little girl just out of high-school with no sense of how to dress and no idea of how to work with the public, and I almost sent you packing. I'm glad I didn't. Just look at you now. You're a lovely young woman, and I know a lot of our customers come back just because you've been able to advise them so well. It'll be very hard to replace you."

I felt little pin-pricks behind my eyes, and I walked over to the desk and put my arm around Sheila's shoulders and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thanks, Sheil. This job is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. If I'm not the little girl you hired, then it's because you taught me to be something else."

I straightened and wiped my fore-fingers over my cheeks. "Hey, it's not like I'm leaving tomorrow. I figure we've got four more weeks to make this the best lingerie shop in the world. You'll have people beating down the door to come work here."

"Yeah, you and me, babe. Now get on home, and give your brother a big kiss for me. I'll see you Monday."

I scooped up the things I'd bought and stuffed them into the same sort of bag my last customer had left with. It was amazing how little space it all took in the bag. I yelled out a last good-bye to Sheila and walked out through the mall to the little red Miata my father had bought me for my eighteenth birthday. On the way I noticed men turning to look at me, but I'd gotten used to it since I'd started working for Sheila. The first thing she'd hammered into me was that we dressed for the customers. First-time customers came in and had no idea what they wanted or what was possible. It helped if they could see it. Today I was wearing sling-back heels, a floating wrap skirt that split in the front when I walked, and a gauzy white top that showed my white lace push-up bra. All from the store. It was the Sheila philosophy: sexy, but not too. 

I tossed the bag onto the passenger's seat, slipped into the car, and drove home. When I turned into our street and pulled up to our house, I saw the driveway was full. My Mom's BMW was right up at the garage door, then my Dad's Mercedes, and behind it his old silver Lexus he'd given Jack, which had now been across America and back, and looked like it. I parked at the curb in front of the house and was starting to unfold myself out of the car when the front door opened. Jack appeared on the step and shouted, "Hot damn. Look at you."

I was half-way out of the low car, and my skirt had slid open to expose my tanned legs. I stood up as gracefully as I could, turned and got my package from the other seat, and then dashed over the lawn to throw myself into Jack's open arms.

"Well, hey, girl. Great to see you, too."

I tilted my head back to look at him. It was almost like looking in a mirror: the same blue eyes, the same blond hair, the same little crinkly smile-lines at the corners of his mouth. I pulled away and checked him out. Deep tan, hair a little lighter than I remembered. And something else. He'd grown up somehow in the year since I'd seen him. Maybe not yet a man. but not at all the boy who'd been my brother.

Jack seemed to notice something similar about me. He pushed me away and twirled me around. "You look great, lady, but what have you done with my little sister?"

We were standing like that, flushed with each others' presence, when my mother walked up behind Jack and wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her eyes were lit up like candles as she kissed him on his neck and said to me, "Isn't it great to have him home, Kath?"

I beamed back at her. She turned and said, "Come on out back. You father's fired up the barbeque and we can all sit out on the deck and have a drink before the steaks are ready."

She padded away on bare feet, and as I watched her retreating figure, I hoped I'd ever look that good. At any age. Her auburn hair bobbed on the shoulders of the blue work shirt she'd tied up under her breasts, and her trim waist flared just above the cut-off jeans shorts that accentuated her curved legs. I looked at Jack to see if he was checking her out, too, but he was staring at me with a smile on his face. 

"So you're a working girl now."

I rushed to explain how I'd been hanging at home after graduation with nothing to do since my best friend Lydia had gone off to France with her parents. I'd spent a few weeks out on the deck by the pool, working on my tan and getting bored, and one day walking through the mall I'd seen the help wanted sign in the window of the lingerie shop. I was just telling him about Sheila and all she'd done for me when he said, "Yeah, I can see. So what's in the bag?"

I blushed. Another thing about working for Sheila: she'd not only changed how I dressed, she'd altered my whole idea about what a woman wears under her clothes. I'd gone from white cotton undies to lace and silk in all colors, and just this week I'd picked out some tiny thongs to try, as well as some bras that were, well, a lot more revealing than what I normally wear. That's what was in the bag now. When I'd shown them to Sheila she'd laughed and said, "I wondered when you'd get around to that. You can't work here every day, showing all that to the customers without thinking how it would look on you. But let me give you one caution. You've sure got the body for it, but you're going to have to shave. Nothing destroys the effect of a sexy bikini or panties more than sloppy personal grooming."

I looked up at Jack. "Just some stuff. I've got to run upstairs and change. I'll see you outside in a minute."

I dashed up to my room. I was dying to try on some of my new things, but that would have to wait. I wanted to see my brother and hear all about his adventures. I pulled off my work clothes and slipped into a T-shirt and cut-offs. I tugged my shoulder-length, ash-blonde hair back into a pony tail and looked in the mirror. Just Kathy. Just fine. I'd try the new version later.

Out on the deck, my Dad was fiddling with the coals and Mom and Jack were sipping what looked like a kir. "I'll have one, too, if you'll make it for me," I told Jack, and walked over to Dad and threw my arm around him. 

"You're home early. What's the occasion?"

He put his arm around my waist. "Had to get back to see what the man has been up to." My Dad is half of a two-man law firm, and he works long hours, sometimes seven days a week. It was Saturday, but seeing him at home at six o'clock even on a week-end was unusual.

"How about you? No hot date tonight?"

We laughed at each other and turned to watch the coals glowing on the grill. Jack walked up with my kir and Dad pulled him close. "Welcome home, buddy. We've missed you around here."

Jack kissed my father on the cheek, and then me on my forehead before turning back to Dad. "I've missed you, too. Get you a drink?"

"I thought you'd never ask," my father said. 

When Jack came back with the drink, he and Dad began putting the steaks on the grill, and I walked over to the table and sat by my mother. She asked about my day, and after I'd enthused for a while, I asked about hers. Once Jack and I were in high school, she'd started selling real estate. I think at first it was a way to get out of the house and assert herself as a person rather than a mother, but she was good at it, and it became a vocation. She worked nearly as much as my father, and there were many nights Jack and I got supper for ourselves when Mom was out showing a house to clients who worked all day. Jack and I certainly didn't mind; at that age you can fend for yourself well enough, and we enjoyed being on our own together.

"I think I'm really close to a big sale," Mom told me. "I've had this one property on the market for months. It's more than most people can handle, but a couple looked at it this morning, and I really think it will work for them." She laughed. "And for me. I'm going to meet them back there tomorrow, and I hope I can wrap it up."

While she was saying this, Jack and my Dad brought a platter of steaks to the table. Mom had been home early today, too, and made potato salad and tossed together a bunch of greens and vinaigrette, and after Dad uncorked a bottle of red wine, we dug in. Jack had hundreds of stories about his year at college, and more about his cross-country trip. We talked and laughed, happy to be a family again. 

Eventually Mom stood up and said, "I know tomorrow's Sunday, but I've got a showing. I think I'll turn in." She walked around the table and gave Jack a little kiss on the corner of his mouth and bent over to kiss my cheek. She looked over at my Dad and then turned and walked into the house. My father sat there for a moment looking after her before he stood up and said, "I've got to get down to the office tomorrow, too. So if you two will excuse me..." He walked behind Jack and put his arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss the top of his head. Jack rubbed his hand over Dad's short blond hair and held him close for a moment. Dad straightened and reached out to caress my cheek. "See you tomorrow."

When he was gone, Jack let his eyes slide over to mine and raised his eye-brows. "That was pretty transparent." We shared a smile. He stood up and gathered the plates, and I got up to help him. Once we'd got everything stowed in the dish-washer, he went over to the drinks cabinet and got out a bottle of cognac and two glasses. "Care for one outside?"

We laid back on recliners on the deck and as we stared up at the starlit sky above us, Jack told me more about his first year at college, and I regaled him with stories of my job. We'd pretty much finished off the brandy and I was just about far enough gone to tell him what was in the bag I'd brought home when I realized he was asleep. All of a sudden I was dog-tired, too. I stumbled into the house and put the glasses in the dish-washer and the empty bottle in the trash. I was surprised to see it was only 12:20. I walked back out onto the deck and shook Jack until he showed some signs of life, and led him upstairs to his room. At the door I gave him a shove and saw him wobble towards his bed until he fell across it. I figured I'd done all I could for him and went to my room. I wasn't drunk, but all the excitement had taken its toll on me. I picked up the bag of little nothings I'd brought home from the store and contemplated it. Tomorrow would do. I threw it on the floor. By the time I'd shucked off my shorts and top, I'd fallen onto my bed. And by the time I'd pulled the sheet up around me, I was asleep. 

When I woke up in the morning, the sun was streaming through the window. It was almost 10:30. I lay there a while, figuring what I'd do with my day off. I turned over on my side and saw the bag from the store lying on the floor. Suddenly, I was wide awake. I kicked off the sheet and rolled out of bed. I scooped up the little bag and stood in front of my mirror, amazed again at how little room all the things I'd bought took up in the bag.. I was wearing the lace panties I'd had on yesterday for work, and nothing else. They were gorgeous, cut high along my hips to show my long tanned legs. I spun around and checked out my back-side in the mirror. Lace partially covered my buns and dipped between my thighs. Sexy. I dropped the bag and peeled my panties down over my legs and stepped out of them, looking away from the mirror. I reached into the bag and pulled on a pair of the new panties, not looking in the mirror until I'd gotten them settled around my hips. I looked over my shoulder and gasped at what I saw. My other panties had displayed a lot of my ass, but these disappeared from the low-cut waist-band almost immediately between my buns, leaving my cheeks totally bare. I slowly pivoted, and starting at the top, let my eyes descend over my reflection. My hair was tousled from sleep. My blue eyes, staring back at me in the mirror, were beginning to show signs of life. I was tan to the waist, having taken advantage of my weeks alone at home alone to sun-bathe topless on the deck. The thin peach-colored straps of the panties rode high on my hips and then dipped down to a little pouch that barely covered my pussy. Immediately, I saw what Sheila had been talking about. My blonde pubic hair, nothing more than a few wisps, and normally covered by my other panties, peeked out around the tiny bit of material covering me. A little shiver ran over me as I realized I'd have to do something about that. I wanted to try on the other panties and the bras, too, but first I pulled on a robe and walked out into the hall. I knew my parents would be out, so I knocked on Jack's door. When I didn't get an answer, I pushed the door open and saw his rumpled sheets. So he was gone, too. I wasn't surprised; he had a lot of friends in town, and I figured he'd gotten up early to hook up with them.

I turned and walked across the hall into the bathroom. After I opened both taps fully, I let the robe fall off and looked in the big mirror across from the tub. I smiled at myself and cocked a hip. Yeah, girl. Looking good. When the tub was full I stepped out of my new panties and settled back into the hot water and relaxed. Home alone, in a hot bath and feeling good. It doesn't get much better. After a few minutes I pushed my feet against the end of the tub and arched my back. My sparse pubes rose above the water. I reached over to the end of the tub and grabbed my shaving gel and squirted a blob onto my palm. Once I'd rubbed it into a lather on my pubes, I picked up my razor and went to work. I shaved my mound, and lifting and straining and spreading my knees, feeling with my fingers, I got all the hairs around my pussy and my ass. I pulled the plug, and standing, water cascading over my body, I checked myself out in the mirror. Sunning topless had left me brown all over except for a small white triangle that my bikini had covered and where I was used to seeing a frond of blonde hair. It was gone. I stepped out of the tub, unable to keep my eyes off my newly shaved pussy. I picked up a towel and began drying off, never taking my gaze from my image in the mirror. I hung the towel back on the rack and picked up the new panties from the floor. I pulled them on, and looking back into the mirror, walked out of the bathroom and to my room. 

I grabbled in the bag from Sheila's store until I found a peach-colored bra to match my panties. It hooked in the front, and I slipped it over my arms and fastened it. Looking in the mirror, I could scarcely believe my eyes. The straps of the panties were barely visible against my tanned skin. My bare mound pushed out against the minuscule bit of material that tried to hide it. The bra seemed to be losing a fight to cover my breasts; it thrust them up and together, and though my nipples were covered, the brown arcs of my aureolae were clearly visible above the lace frills that made up the top of the cups. 

As I took in my reflection in the mirror I felt my knees weakening, and I drifted backwards until I felt the bed nudge the back of my legs. I fell back on the mattress, still locked on my reflection in the mirror. I lay on the bed and let my hands roam over my breasts. My nipples popped free from the almost non-existent restraint of my bra and I clasped them between my fingers. A soft groan escaped my lips, and I hooked my thumbs into my panties, lifting my hips to strip them off. The mirror showed my legs pointing up at the ceiling and my bare pussy lips pushing out between my thighs. I bent my legs at the knees and peeled the panties down until they dangled around my ankles. I stared at my reflection and thought I'd never seen anything so sexy. My hand was buried between my legs when I heard a key in the front door. 

"Jack? Kathy? Anybody home?"

My mother. I yanked my panties back up and searched frantically for some clothes. My shorts and T-shirt lay on the floor by my bed where I'd gotten out of them last night, and I scrambled to get them on. I ran out of my room and down the stairs, skidding around the corner on my bare feet and into the kitchen.

"Jesus, Kath, slow down. You'll break something dashing around like that."

My mother sat on a stool at the bar between the kitchen and dining room, her legs crossed and the high heel of one shoe hooked over the rung of the stool. She was wearing a suit with a dark blue jacket and matching skirt. The jacket buttoned just below the swell of her breasts and showed a lot of tanned cleavage. The skirt was short and exposed a long expanse of thigh. She was twirling the stem of a wine-glass, and the light green of the wine refracted the sun coming in the windows. She raised a hand at me like a stop-sign and a big grin broke across her face.

"Come on. Give me five."

I just stood there, amazed to see my mother drinking so early in the day, and blinded by the sight of her, looking so beautiful in her business regalia.

She was looking at me expectantly, her hand still raised. "Come on, girl, congratulate your Mom. I just closed the deal on that house I was telling you about. That's 70,000 dollars in the bank. Your college tuition is covered and then some."

I slapped her hand and threw myself at her, my arms closing around her neck. "Way to go, Mom."

She held me tight for a moment and then pushed me away. Her eyes sparkled, and she lifted herself off the stool. "Get some decent clothes on, sweetheart. We're going shopping."

Thirty minutes later we were facing Sheila across the counter. I made the introductions and Mom and Sheila sized each other up. 

"I can see where she gets her looks from," Sheila told my mother. "But not the blonde hair."

"My husband," Mom said, smiling. "And I can see where she's gotten her new-found sense of style." She stuck out her hand. "I'm Cynthia."

Sheila smiled back at her and took her hand. "Nice to meet you, Cynthia. What brings you two here on Kathy's day off?"

"We're celebrating."

"Oh? What's the occasion?"

"Kathy's brother is home from school, as I'm sure you've heard. And Kathy's graduated and'll be going off herself before I know it.. And I made a big sale today. I'm feeling flush," my Mom said with a laugh.

"Plenty to celebrate, then. Is this a social call?"


Kathy's Brother Ch. 02



There was a surprising amount of stuff in that little bag that I could show Jack, and when it began to run out, I got some more. Showing off my sexy lingerie to him apparently flicked some hidden switch inside me. I loved his eyes on me, and I loved even more how his cock responded to my displays.

Sometimes it bulged out against his underwear or shorts, covered but no less naked to my knowing eyes, and sometimes it stood up bare between his thighs, impossibly swollen and red, and gushing clear fluid that I just had to smear over him before I sucked him between my lips or sat on his lap, stuffing him into me, reeling as his fat hardness stretched me.

I was still working at Sheila's store. Whether it was my shining eyes or the choice of lingerie I took home with me, she knew something had changed in my life. I'd catch her eying me as she pulled out the most outrageous item from a new shipment and showed it to me and waited for my reaction. I loved Sheila, and I was bursting to share my news with someone, but working up my nerve to tell her, "I'm fucking my brother and loving every inch of it," was a bridge too far.

So I'd give her a quick kiss and rush home every day at five, hoping Jack would be there waiting for me and my parents would still be at work. Jack was spending his days at his buddy Warren's garage, restoring old Jaguars. Sometimes he'd bring home a finished project by way of a test drive, and the sight of a silky XKE sitting in the driveway, telling me Jack was home, was enough to soak my panties. 

XKE or no, I'd find him in the kitchen, dirty and sweaty, sucking down a cold beer. There was no need for either of us to say anything. He'd stand and walk up the stairs, me following him, torn between ripping off my skirt and panties, and wrapping my hands around his slim waist above his jeans. In the bathroom, he'd get the shower running, and I'd grapple with our clothes. Under the water together, I'd laugh at the sheer delight of feeling our bodies pressed against each other.

As often as we'd done this, each time was perfection re-visited.

Today in the shower, Jack cupped my face in his hands and said, "Kathy, there's something I want to talk to you about."

I stepped up against him and felt his hard cock slither between our wet bellies. "So now you want to talk," I whispered into his neck.

I reached down and held his cock. It expanded against my palm, stretching my fingers. I squeezed. Oh, god, I loved how it jerked in my grip. Jack groaned. "Kath, wait."

"Shh. We can talk later."

Jack backed away and let his hands follow the water running over me. First he cupped my breasts, and then my pussy. I felt myself gushing.

I let go and turned from him, resting my forehead and fore-arms against the cool tiles. I felt his cock slide down over my wet cheeks and lodge up against my pussy lips. I lifted up onto my toes, pushing my butt out at him, and his head slid into me.

I shuddered, dying to have his full length inside me.

"Have I got your attention now?" he asked. I eased down onto my heels and felt him fill me. "You ready to listen?"

"Yeah, you've got all my attention," I gasped. "But you'd better say whatever it is you want to say soon, because I'm about to lose it."

"Oh, shit. Me, too." Instead of talking, Jack relaxed into a loose, slow motion. I adjusted to his rhythm and backed off from the orgasm that had been about to rock me. The water ran over us, its sound blending with our long moans.

Jack stopped for a moment and leaned in to kiss my neck. "You OK?"

"Yeah. That was close, though."

"Tell me about it." Then he started fucking me again, and neither of us had anything more to say. 

Jack and I had come together more times than I could count over the last week, always violently, as if to underscore our passion and, well, OK, the illicit nature of our sex. I think that was always in the background; whether he was pounding into me, or I was slamming onto him, we were always rushing. Rushing towards the big O, rushing for the sheer pleasure and thrill of it, but always rushung because our parents could get home any minute.

But today was something different. As Jack slid his big cock slowly in and out of me, it seemed like we had all the time in the world. Soon there was just that involuntary motion, and the slow rhythmic slap of wet skin. I drifted, going with this new feeling. Just when I'd decided I could go on like this forever, I felt a distant quaking, way down in my toes. It spread through my foot-soles on the floor of the tub and inched up over my heels to my calves. My legs began to tremble, then to shake. They were turning to rubber, barely able to hold me up any longer. Jack understood, and grabbed my waist to pull me up to him. But his grip was weak, his hands slippery, and I could feel his thighs quiver against the backs of my own. 

"Oh, fuck, Jack. I'm dying. I can't take this."

"Me either." His voice was just a hoarse purr. "Hang in there a second longer, Kath. Please."

As he said that, he plunged deep into me, and I came. I always come with Jack. It starts in my pussy and spreads up my spine and down my legs, releasing me like my fingers never can. This time, all my skin lit up and expanded, like it couldn't hold my burgeoning flesh. I felt raw all over, super-sensitive, as if the very air around me was more pressure than I could stand. I exploded out of myself, gasping, snatching at the slippery tiles. I sank to my knees in a shivering heap on the floor of the tub, feeling Jack slip out of me. His come spattered onto my shoulders and back like molten lava. The last thing I heard was his shout, and the shower crashing around us like a waterfall.

Cold water splashing onto my toes and shins woke me. Jack must have picked me up and set me on the side of the tub. He was standing over me, holding my shoulders and looking at me with obvious concern.

"Jeez, Kathy. Are you going to be all right?"

I shook myself, fighting my way back to reality. The cold water helped.

"Yeah, Jack. I'm OK. But if you fuck me like that every day, you might have to visit me in the hospital."

The hot water had run out, and the cold shower on his back was giving him goose-bumps, but he smiled. "No problem. We'll book a double room."

I looked up at him. The water had turned his blond hair almost black and slicked it back over his head. I reached around behind him and shut off the taps. 

"Thanks. I'm freezing."

My face was right next to his cock. What had been so big before, filling me and thrilling me to the limits of my capacity, had shrunk and shriveled. I loved Jack's cock hard and throbbing and so obviously wanting me, and I loved it now, too, limp and wasted. Sated. I kissed the head of it, looking up at him. 

I felt a little shock run through him, spent as he was. He sat next to me on the edge of the tub, turned to me, and kissed me on the lips. We'd kissed a million times. I loved it. I loved the teasing, I loved the intimacy, and I loved the little sparks it always sent through me. I went liquid and put my arms around him. It should have been erotic; our tongues were twisting and fighting, our lips softening and melting together, seeking. But as we held the kiss, and each other, a new feeling washed over me. Not so intense as sex, certainly not as intense as what we'd just done, but way deep. If my skin had been exploding off of my surface before, now something was stirring in the well-spring of my soul. 

I pulled back before I passed out again. 

Jack was staring into my eyes.

"Hey, bro."

"Yeah, sis?"

"You said you had something to tell me." 

"Yeah. I got distracted." We shared a smile. "Listen." Suddenly something like panic shot through his eyes and he jumped up. "Shit! What time is it? We've got to get out of here. Mom and Dad. Jesus."

I was still dazed from the sex and the kissing. I stood up and put my arms around his neck, draping myself against him "Relax, Jack. We're OK. Kiss me again."

Hypnotized, he let his lips brush mine before he jerked away from me. "Kathy, come on. Get dried off and get dressed. Now." He grabbed a towel and rubbed it frantically over his body.

Somewhere, I could understand his anxiety, but I was feeling so well and truly fucked, and so fully contented, that I didn't care. Nonetheless, I picked up a towel and slowly wrapped it around me. And Jack wasn't so freaked out that I couldn't see the disappointment in his eyes as my body disappeared from his view. He hesitated a second, then picked up his clothes and turned to the door.

"Jack?"

"Yeah," he answered, looking back at me.

"What did you want to tell me?"

His gaze lingered on me. "It'll keep." And he was gone.

I dried off and hung up my towel, scooping up my cast off things before walking naked to my room. Naked felt right to me these days; the air on my skin, prickling my senses, the sense that anything could happen and I'd be ready for it. I looked at myself in my mirror. I flashed back to trying on my new lingerie the day after Jack came home, the first time I'd really looked at myself in the mirror. I'd loved the sight of my body that day, so sexy and so full of awakening. Today I looked different. Fuller. More womanly. Impossibly sexier. And positively glowing. I grinned at my reflection and rummaged through my dresser drawers.

I could never, ever, go back again to white cotton panties and modest bras. Even knowing I'd be dressing in a jeans skirt and a T-shirt, I picked out some of the newest things Sheila had shown me. My body craved them, and they fit me like they'd been tailored for me. As I slowly dressed, reveling in the shush of soft silk on my skin, I heard my parents and Jack moving through the house, but I took time to brush on almost invisible make-up, and to put my hair up into a french twist, letting a few tendrils float over my neck. 

I went down bare-foot and joined my family on the deck outside.

Mom looked up from her conversation with Jack and my Dad.

"Kathy, you're, well, what is it? You look beautiful. Radiant."

I knew it. I felt it. "Really? Thanks. Just happy, I guess." I flopped into a chair. I saw red creeping up Jack's neck. "I wouldn't say no to one of those," I told Mom, pointing to her glass of white wine. Jack jumped up to pour me one. "So what's for supper?" I asked.

Jack came back with my wine and sat down next to me. I crossed my legs, letting my short skirt ride up over my thighs. Jack tried to keep up a conversation with my Dad without ogling me too obviously while my Mom told me she was thinking we'd make a salade nicoise. After a few minutes, she and I got up and went into the kitchen.

Inside, Mom got out some tiny new potatoes, which she cut in half and put on to boil along with another pan of green beans. I washed lettuce, sliced some red onions and quartered some fresh tomatoes, and opened two cans of tuna in olive oil. While we were working, my mother checked me out.

"Well, you must be excited about something. Is it going away to college?" In four weeks I'd be enrolling at UMass Amherst, where she and Dad had met and graduated, and where Jack had just finished his freshman year. I had been excited about it ever since I got accepted, in a generic sort of way, but now I was thrilled at the prospect.

Mom broke into my thoughts. "Kathy, I know you love working with Sheila, but don't you think giving yourself only one week before you go off may be cutting it too close? I mean, there's so much to get ready. You'll need to shop, and collect all the things you want to bring."

"Hey, Mom. It'll be fine. Sheila's counting on me these next three weeks, and there's not that much I need to do. I can shop at the mall for the things I need in my lunch breaks, but I'm pretty much already set. You guys gave me that lap-top for graduation, and aside from it and my clothes, what else do I need? I can be packed in an hour."

My mother gave me a hug. "OK. I'm sure you're right. Oh, Kathy, it's just I'll miss you so much. And things are so different from when I went to college. My mother bought me dresses for all occasions, and shoes to match them. And new underwear. And I don't know what all."

"Mom, nobody wears dresses. I've got skirts and pants and tops and sweaters. And lord knows I don't need any new underwear." 

We giggled together. "I know," she said. "Hey, you'll need a new winter coat. It gets cold up there. We could pick one out together."

"Sure, Mom. It's a date." I put my arms around her and held her close, feeling her love wash over me. 

She stood back and blinked at me. "Let's get supper ready."

After we'd eaten, Mom asked me what my plans were for tomorrow. 

"It's sunday, so I'll probably just hang in the sun, unless something more exciting comes up." I shifted my legs and looked over at Jack before turning back to my mother. "I guess you'll be working?"

"Nope. I'm done for the week. I think I'll follow your example."

I saw Jack's face fall a little. I'd been looking forward to a day of un-bridled sex in and around the house, too, but I welcomed a chance to spend some time with my mother before I left. "Cool. You going to try out that bikini you bought at Sheila's?"

Mom flushed and looked over at my father. "Sure. Why not? Rob, what about you?"

"Uh, I've got some work at the office, but I should be able to wrap it up before noon."

"Good," Mom told him. "You might like my new bikini."

"I bet. I'll be home as soon as I can. I guess I'd better get some sleep. You coming up soon?"

"I'm pretty tired, myself." Mom stood up and looked over the table at Jack and me. "Will you two be all right?"

Jack rolled his eyes at her. "I think we'll be OK, Mom." He stood and walked around to give her a kiss. "See you tomorrow. Night, Dad."

"Good-night, Jack. Kathy. See you tomorrow."

They left and Jack sat back down beside me. "Must be something in the air."

"Yeah. I feel it, too," I said, and crossed my legs again. This time Jack eyed me openly before he grabbed a handful of plates from the table. "Give me a hand?"

"If you're good, I might even give you two." We burst out laughing and cleared the table. We got everything stowed in the dish-washer, and Jack asked if I wanted a drink outside.

"Sure. You pour, and I'll be right with you." I ran up to my room and slipped off the panties under my skimpy skirt. They were beautiful, just a wisp of the sheerest off-white cloth, but I wouldn't be needing them. 

Outside, only the rim of the sun showed over the horizon, but the sky was still light. Jack was lying on a chaise, glass in hand. My drink stood on the table. I pulled up a chair to the foot of his chaise, facing him. I leaned back to pick up my glass, and my legs fell open. I couldn't help it. I knew where his eyes would be. I just loved to tease him, though it wasn't really a tease; I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I glanced at him. Oh, yeah, I had him. I sat up and crossed my legs, making sure my thigh was bare all the way up to the curve of my ass.

"So, you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"What? Oh, right." He tore his eyes away and sat up straighter. "Listen. You'll be in the dorm next year?" 

"Of course. All freshmen have to live in the dorm. You know that."

"OK. Here's my situation. Phil, the guy I went across country with, he's a year older than me. Anyway, he's got this great apartment and asked me to move in with him. His room-mate won't be coming back to school next year."

"Wow. That's cool. Maybe I could come over once in a while."

Jack flashed his wicked, sexy grin. "Yeah, maybe. But here's the deal. Phil called me the other day. His parents are getting divorced and he's all torn up, doesn't know what he wants to do. He's thinking he'll take a year off and bum around the country, like we did this summer." 

I had an inkling where this might be going, and started to grin, too. I wasn't sure if or how we could work it out, but the idea alone made my pussy tingle. I re-crossed my legs and felt the pressure of my thighs against each other.

"Sooo...", Jack said, "I was thinking I need a room-mate. I know you're supposed to live in the dorm, and I'm sure your place is already reserved. But Mom and Dad are alumni, and they donate a good chunk of money to the school every year. If they got behind this, I'm sure we could arrange it."

I was thrilled, and I wanted nothing more than to jump up and throw myself at Jack. But like I said, I love to tease him. I put on a pensive frown and ran my hand idly over the bottom of my thigh, from under my knee to the bottom of my butt. "OK. I can see how that would help you out. But I was looking forward to dorm life. I've never been away from home, and all my class-mates will be there." I slid my hand back to my knee and up onto the top of my leg. The tips of my nails grazed lightly over my tan skin. 

Jack looked crest-fallen, but his eyes followed my hand. I un-crossed my legs, letting them open slightly, and leaned back in my chair. I breathed in deeply and felt my breasts push out against my T-shirt. I closed my eyes and blew out air, then looked at Jack from under my eye-lashes. His gaze flickered back and forth between my hand roaming over my leg and my nipples pushing through my top. 

God, I loved him. I loved his eyes on me. Even in his disappointment, his cock was rising and distorting his shorts. I couldn't keep this up. I drew my hand up my thigh and spread my legs. My skirt slid up around my hips.

"If we did move in together, you'd have to deal with this every day." I slipped my index finger between my swollen lips. God, I was wet. "It's a big decision. Is this what you really want?" Jesus, how'd I get to be such a tease slut? A week ago I was a virgin.

I was rewarded with a jump in Jack's shorts. "I mean, it wouldn't be just summer fun," I told him. "You'd have to fuck me silly every day, all year." I was having trouble getting the words out, like I didn't have enough breath to move my vocal cords. 

Jack raised his hips and slid his shorts off. His thick, gorgeous cock stood up, jerking and leaking clear fluid. I watched, mesmerized, the cobra to Jack's snake-charmer. He leaned back and watched his cock dancing above his stomach. 

"You may be right," he said. There was a rasp in his voice, but a glint in his eye. "You might be better off in the dorm. I could probably handle it, but you're young. You wouldn't want to miss the full college experience. I can find another room-mate." He looked down. "And I can deal with this myself, if I have to." He was reaching for his cock when I jumped up and slapped his hand away.

"All right, you bastard." He looked up at me in shock, but his eyes softened when they saw the lust in mine. I straddled his thighs. "All right. So you can tease me, too. And you say you can deal with it yourself. But like this?" I cupped his cock lightly, letting my hand feather over the pre-cum slicking it. When the base of my hand touched his balls, I moved up until the head of his cock, bursting with blood and dripping liquid, just nestled in the bowl of my palm. I held my hand loose, and his pulse made him slam back and forth against my palm and my fingers. Jack's breathing was tortured now, and his face red. 

"Or like this?" I tightened my grip and forced my hand slowly down over him until it once again rested on his balls. His hips thrust up, and another gob of pre-cum gushed over his shaft and my fingers. I held him and looked back and forth between his straining cock and his closed eyes. I clamped tight until his excitement ebbed a little. He opened his eyes.

Even in the state he was in, the corners of his mouth began to rise, and then he was full-out smiling at me, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling. My heart throbbed and melted.

"Jesus, no, Kathy. Never like that." I bent down and kissed his lips, gently at first, but then full-on, hungrily. I sat up.




Kathy's Brother Ch. 02



"Good. Because I'd never be able to do anything to myself that felt like this." I scooted forward, raised my hips and nestled the head of his cock between my pussy lips. Oh my god. I'd be doing this every day. I started to come, and sank down onto him, feeling my heat engulf him and his heat light me up. Before I had him all the way in me, I felt him spasm. I pushed down, giving myself over to his hot spurts inside me and the waves of pleasure tearing through us.

Later, Jack's arms around me and my head on his chest, I said, "Hey, roomie."

I could feel his sigh of contentment. "Yeah, Kath?"

"We really going to do this every day?"

"Oh, yeah. At least once."

I snuggled against him. "Good. I can skip phys-ed."



Kathy's Brother Ch. 03



Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny with clear blue skies. I woke at 8:30 and was stretching and yawning when I heard Dad tip-toe down the stairs and out the front door. His Mercedes purred to life and crunched out of the drive. I could tell it was going to be a hot day, but it was way too early to lie in the sun, like Mom and I had planned. I knew I'd never get back to sleep, so I threw back the sheet and padded down the hall to the bathroom. Once I'd peed and brushed my teeth, I decided to leave off showering until later. 

Back in my room, with the warm morning air caressing my naked skin and a faint scent rising off me, reminding me of last night with Jack, I started up my computer and checked my email. Good news. Lydia would be home day after tomorrow. She'd loved France; great food, cute guys, lots of sun and sand, but she was ready to come home. She missed me. I missed her, too. I needed girl talk, and email wouldn't do. I wasn't sure I could tell anyone about Jack and me, but if I could, Lydia'd be the one. And it would have to be face to face.

So I mailed her about work, and said Jack was home, and I maybe had some news about my living situation at college, and told her to get her butt back pronto so we could talk. After I'd sent the mail, I sat back and thought for a moment about my situation. I was bursting to tell someone. Sheila and I had gotten close over the short time we'd known each other, and she was obviously dying to know what was going on, but I knew there'd be too much explaining, and even then, I didn't know if she'd understand. As comfortable as I was with it all, and I realized, sitting there musing, that I was absolutely, deliciously comfortable with it, it was still the big taboo. And Sheila didn't know Jack. Lydia and Jack and I had known each other since we were kids. We'd been through everything together. She'd had a thing for Jack forever. We'd shared it all. I decided not to think about it; I'd play it by ear when I saw her. I put on a short silk robe and went downstairs. 

I got some coffee brewing, and I guess its aroma wafted up through the house, because by the time it was ready, my Mom had appeared in the kitchen. She wore a robe just like mine, but dark blue instead of white; we'd picked them out together at Sheila's. She looked all sleepy and tousled, and gorgeous. Maybe her body had changed with age and bearing two children, but I couldn't see how. The sash around her accentuated her slim waist, and under the hem of the robe her legs were long and slim. Not for the first time, I hoped I'd inherited her genes.

"Morning, Mom. Coffee?" 

"Oh, Kathy, you're an angel. Yes, please."

I poured out two cups and got cream from the refrigerator. We sipped without talking. Mom was a little dazed, moving slowly. The way she and Dad had been acting lately, I wasn't surprised. I caught another whiff of sex, but couldn't be sure if it came from her or me.

After we'd had a couple of cups and some fruit, Mom stood up and said, "I think I'll go change, and we can get some sun. OK?"

"That's the plan. I'll clear up and see you here in a few minutes."

I rinsed our cups and plates and put them in the dish-washer. Upstairs in my room I rummaged through the collection of bikinis I'd accumulated since I'd been working for Sheila. I was looking for something modest to wear with my Mom, but I realized I'd actually chosen them all for what they revealed, not what they concealed. I found a white one that was a little fuller cut than the others. I pulled it on and checked it out in the mirror. The top covered my nipples, at least, and only showed a hint of the undersides of my breasts. The bottom was just barely decent: you couldn't be absolutely certain I'd had to shave myself bare to wear it I looked innocently sexy in it, and wondered what Mom would think.

Out on the deck I arranged two chaises facing the strengthening sun, and set up side tables with towels and sun-cream. I put on my shades and stretched out, basking in the heat. Just as I could feel sweat starting to pop out on my skin, I heard the door slide open and shut. I looked up and saw Mom walking towards me, still in her robe. Her thick auburn hair was wet and combed back off her forehead, and I knew she'd been in the shower.

I stood and spread a towel over her chaise. "Get out of that robe and go for the rays, Mom." I flopped back down on my chaise.

She stood there, not doing anything, and I said, "Come on, now. You haven't had much time in the sun. I figure an hour before noon will be just about right for you."

She seemed to blush. "Just give me a second. I, well, I mean, this suit. I've got to get used to it."

I knew the suit. While I hadn't seen her try it on at Sheila's, I'd seen it on the racks, and I'd seen it go across the counter into our bag after Sheila had rung it up. As a matter of fact, I'd considered it for myself. It was nothing I'd think twice about wearing. "Relax, Mom. It's no big deal. I'm sure it'll look great on you. Let's see it."

She took a deep breath, then hesitated and shrugged off her robe. The collection of light-blue triangles I'd held in front of me at the mirror in the store seemed to disappear on my Mom's body, highlighting her bare skin. Her figure was fuller than mine, especially in the bust and hips. The top, with its thin strings, looked strained to its maximum, and the bottom, which tied at her hips, showed who'd been shaving. And I'd been worried about modest.

"Wow, Mom. Turn around. Let me see."

She blushed, but made a pirouette. Her butt and legs were firm, and if her breasts swayed a little against the constraint of her top as she spun, I couldn't imagine who'd complain. When she was facing me again, she asked, "Isn't it a bit, you know, revealing?" She seemed shy, but serious.

I looked up at her until her eyes met mine. "Sure it is. But you've got a lot to reveal. Wait a second. I didn't mean it to come out like that. Mom, you've got a knock-out body, and nobody who sees you in that suit will ever forget it. You're spectacular."

"You really think so?" Her eyes wandered over me. "When I see you, sometimes I feel so old and frumpy."

"Mom. You're kidding me, right? Seeing you like this, I feel all young and scrawny. Take it from me, and I'm a professional, don't forget. If you and I went to the beach right now, I'd be left alone reading a book while you'd be fighting off every man there."

Mom smiled and bent to kiss my cheek. For a second I worried that her tiny top wouldn't take the weight, but Sheila sells quality goods. "Thanks, sweetie. I'm so lucky to have a daughter like you." She stretched out on her back on the other chaise and closed her eyes, obviously feeling good about herself.

I turned over on my side and looked at her. Dad was one lucky man. It seemed cruel that he should be working on a sunday morning. It had been this way for as long as I could remember: Dad working crazy long hours and cramming all his love for us into the little time he was at home. I'd never felt deprived or anything. As much as he loved his work, I'd always known that we were the most important thing in his life. And while I'd never given much thought to his relationship with my Mom, it was obvious they'd worked out something that was good for both of them. I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth as I considered the way they'd been acting the last few days. Like teen-agers. Like Jack and me. My smile widened, and I lay back to bask in the sun.

The sun. Shit. "Hey, Mom. You've got to get some sun-block on. I've been hanging out here all summer, but you'll get burned. Sit up and I'll rub some on your shoulders."

"What? Oh. Sure. Thanks, Kath. It felt so good lying here I didn't even think about it. But you're right."

She shivered as I laid a stripe of cream across both of her shoulders, and then relaxed as I began to rub it in. The few hours she'd been able to grab out here this summer had given her skin a pale golden glow, but I could make out the lines from whatever swimsuit she'd been wearing, and I knew that even an hour today in this bikini would give her more. I untied the strings behind her neck and massaged in more cream.

"You know, Mom, you should go topless. It'd even out your tan, cut down on some of those lines." 

"Kathy, you know I'm not going to sit out here with my boobs hanging out for all the world to see." She tied her top again and twisted around and looked me over. "Oh my god. You have. You do, don't you?" 

"Well, sure, Mom. All the world isn't back here watching. Nobody can see me. And look." I reached behind me and undid my top and let it drop. "See? All over tan. You should go for it."

Mom's eyes were frantic, glancing this way and that. "But I mean, your father. Jack."

"Mom. When did you ever see Dad here in the daylight hours? And I'd imagine Jack's seen boobs before. I don't think his little sister's would be such a big deal to him." I flushed as I said that, but Mom didn't seem to notice. She just sat there, staring at my brown tits. 

I could see the tension ease out of her shoulders. "Yeah. OK. I guess it's not such a big deal. You're probably right. And I can see how good it looks on you." She shook her head. "But I just can't do it right now. It's something I'd have to get used to."


"Cool. But you've got to get more sun cream on you." 

She took the flask from me and rubbed some into her legs and onto her stomach and chest, and we both lay back and soaked up the sun. 

"Hey, Mom."

"Yeah, Kath?"

"That bikini looks really good on you."

"Thanks to you. And Sheila."

I let a few seconds go by. "So I see you took Sheila's advice."

"Um-hm." She wasn't really paying any attention to me. I raised back up on my elbow to look at her. She had no idea where I was going with this, and I played it out.

"So what'd Dad think?"

"Huh?"

This was fun. I'd take my time. "About your new stuff."

"What new stuff?"

"Yo. Earth to Mom. We spent all that time shopping at Sheila's, remember? Two hundred and some dollars that didn't even fill a small bag?"

"Oh. That." 

"Yeah, that. What did Dad think of the stuff you bought?"

I saw color rise to her cheeks. "Oh, I'm not sure he even noticed."

Yeah, right. "Not even when you were getting dressed, or undressed? True, he may have needed a magnifying glass to see some of what you bought, but you can't tell me he didn't notice."

Now Mom's cheeks were definitely red. "OK. I guess he did notice."

"And he liked it? Come on, tell me. I need to know. For the store."

"Kathy, you're making me a little uncomfortable with all these questions. But yes, he noticed, and yes, he liked it."

I was enjoying this too much to let her off the hook. "And how'd he like the new look?"

I could see she knew what I was talking about even as she said, "New look? What do you mean, new look?"

"Mom, you heard Sheila. We even talked about it on the way home. Don't tell me you've been wearing those things without shaving."

The red spots were spreading down over her neck. "Kathy, this is getting way too personal. Whatever your father and I might do in the privacy of our own bedroom is not a matter for discussion."

"Hey, Mom. Chill. It was just a question." And she'd answered a lot more than I'd asked. "I was just thinking about when I first did it. Shaved. It felt and looked so sexy. I wished I had somebody to show it to."

"Kathy!" Mom jumped up and sat on the side of her chaise. "Can you hear what you're saying?" Then she relaxed and her eyes warmed. "Oh, damn. Of course you're eighteen, and of course you're not my little girl any more. I mean, just look at you. God, I'd kill to have a body like that again."

"Mom, come on."

"Shh. Let me finish before I lose my nerve. I know you're feeling all sorts of things, and I imagine the boys your age are not the ones you want to be feeling them with. But that'll all change. You'll go away to college, and you'll meet some guy, and," she stopped and smiled, "you'll want to show him your panties, or your beautiful naked body. Oh, god I can't believe I just said that. Anyway, I hope it works out as well for you as it did for me."

Mom had given me the whole "sex" talk when I was fifteen, but it had been pretty clinical and full of dire warnings. Today, we seemed to have broken through a barrier. I went over and sat next to her and put my arm around her shoulder. "Thanks. Me, too. I'm sorry. I was just jerking your chain there. I shouldn't have."

We both lay back on our chaises, but the devil in me couldn't let it go. "So what'd Dad think about the new look?"

I was cringing as I asked, expecting her to blow up at me, but she just laughed. "Kathy, let me tell you something. Being a parent can seem an endless, thankless task. You give up everything. Your looks, your youth, your life. You were in love with your partner, but even that becomes routine. A kiss in the morning, a quick hump if you've got the time or the inclination. Don't give me that shocked look. That's what it comes down to. You wake up in the morning wondering what happened to your life, and you plan how to get it back, but in the evening it's sailing off with the sunset, farther away then ever."

"Jeez, Mom. That's really depressing. I always thought you were so happy."

"Oh, I am, Kathy. Sometimes it's hard to see, but you get back everything you give up. You trade youth for experience, passion for love. And your dreams? You see them fulfilled every day in your children. The first steps, the first birthday party, the first day at school. And all the days after. I wouldn't trade all that for Ponce de Leon's fountain of youth. Jesus, what am I going on about? You ask me a simple question, and I load you down with all this. What was it you asked me, anyway?"

I leaned over and kissed the corner of her eye. I tasted salt, but I didn't know if it was sweat or a teardrop. I lay back on my chaise and said, "I don't remember. It doesn't matter. Let's just get some sun."

"Yeah. Let's," she replied. I was drifting off when I heard Mom giggling.

"What?"

"Now I know."

"Know what?"

"What you asked me. If your father liked my new look."

I hadn't been asking for information. I'd only been trying to wind her up. I didn't say anything.

"To be perfectly honest with you, Kathy, even after talking to Sheila and you about it, you know, the shaving thing, I wasn't too sure. But I tried on some of the panties and was convinced. And like mother, like daughter, or vice versa, I liked it and wanted to show it."

I waited.

She went on. "Um, yeah, well. Your father liked it just fine."

Go, Mom. I turned again on my side to look at her. She lay on her back, her eyes closed. Maybe there was a wriggle in her body as she continued. I couldn't be sure.

"He wanted to see all the things I bought, and I wanted to show him." I couldn't believe she was telling me this, but now she'd gotten started, it was like she couldn't stop. And I was all ears.

She giggled again. "I made a whole show out of it. I really got into it, and at one point, I didn't know who was more turned on. Him or me. You know what I mean?"

It was my Mom and my Dad, but I found I could easily envision it. "Yeah."

"So, things got going, and I wasn't showing him my new stuff anymore. Just my new look. And he was really. Really…"

"I get the picture, Mom." I didn't just get the picture, I saw it in my mind. My hand slipped down between my legs. "And?"

"Oh, god, I shouldn't be telling you this. But he got his clothes off, and it was obvious he was excited. I mean, really excited. It was like we were kids again. When he couldn't get enough of me. And I couldn't get enough of him."

My mom's eyes were shut tight, I guess remembering the moment. I was cupping my pussy, drawn into her story, my mind a whirl of images. 

Then Mom sat up and opened her eyes, and I pulled my hand from between my thighs. She looked over at me and grinned. "I don't have to tell you what happened next. But I do have to thank you. You and Sheila."

At that moment the phone rang, and Mom got up and went inside to answer it. I watched her tight, sexy butt sway as she walked away. Yeah, my Dad was one lucky guy. We were one lucky family. 

Mom poked her head out onto the deck. "That was your father. I'm going to go meet him for lunch in town. Will you be all right here? At some point you'll have to get Jack out of bed."

"No problem, Mom. Go for it. I'll be fine, and I'll get Jack up." As horny as I'd gotten lying in the sun and hearing Mom's story, I'd certainly be getting Jack up. I just wasn't sure he'd be getting out of bed.

When Mom had gone back inside, I slid my bikini bottom down over my legs and threw it over by my top on the deck. What I really needed was my hands all over my body, but I settled for the sun. The hot rays caressed me, and as always got my juices flowing. I was away in fantasy land, pictures of me and Jack and my Mom and Dad mingling, when Mom came out onto the deck.

"Kathy! You can't just lie out here naked. What if…?" She stopped, at a loss for words.

I turned toward her and raised my sun-glasses. She had on high heeled shoes and a short skirt, and a white silk blouse tied up under her breasts. From where I sat, it didn't look like she was wearing a bra. She didn't need one. Her hair was tied up in a twist, exposing the long line of her neck. The little bit of sun she'd gotten today, and over the summer, had just turned her skin golden, and it contrasted perfectly with her white clothes.

"Mom, you look fantastic." 

She paused a moment. "Thank you, Kathy. And OK, I get it. Dad's never home, and Jack's asleep, and even so, he's certainly seen a naked girl before. Yada, yada. That leaves me. If I wanted to see a naked woman lying on my deck, I'd choose you. You're absolutely beautiful, clothes or no clothes. Do whatever you want when you're here alone, but just for me, put something on. Please?"

I could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn't pissed off at me. I stood up and picked up my things and gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "I was just going up. Have a nice lunch."

I knew she was watching me as I walked away, and I couldn't help putting a little twitch into my stride. Like I'd have done for Jack, if he'd been there. I don't know why I did it now. It had something to do with my new-found sexuality, and with Mom opening up to me about hers. When I got to the door, I turned and saw her watching me, like I knew she'd be. I smiled at her, and she smiled back and gave me a wave of her hand. It was a tiny gesture, but full of meaning. It seemed to me she was saying. "Go on, girl. It's your life now." Or maybe it was just, "See you later."

In my room, I looked out the front window. Mom was just sliding into her car and letting the roof fold back. She looked delectable in her short skirt and bare arms. I was sure my Dad would be thrilled to see her. San Diego was full of spots for an intimate lunch, and who knows what afterwards. How weird was this: me concerning myself with my parents' love life? "They're old enough to figure it out on their own," I thought. "What I need now is a shower, and then I'll go wake up Jack."

I set the temperature to cool and rinsed off. Then I soaped myself all over and got to shaving. First my arm-pits, then my legs, and finally my pussy. I rinsed again and got out and dried off. I needed body lotion, but mine was all up. I walked down the hall into my parents' bedroom. They had a private bathroom, and I knew my mother would have something. Sure enough; Neutrgena with just a hint of sesame oil. I smeared it onto all my shaved areas, paying special attention to my pussy. As it soaked into my skin, the scent reminded me faintly of Chinese food. "Perfect," I grinned to myself. "After a half-hour, Jack'll want to eat more."




Kathy's Brother Ch. 03



I used Mom's hair dryer until the heat was too much for me, and strode out to seduce my big brother. As I turned to leave my parents' bedroom, the colorful corner of a magazine peeked out at me from under my Dad's side of the bed. I turned back and picked it up, sitting on the bed. Penthouse. I knew what it was all about: naked women. I just couldn't figure why my Dad had it there. He obviously wasn't hiding it from Mom, but I didn't see her getting off on pictures of women. The magazine flipped open to the middle on my lap. Yep. Nudie pics. A very attractive blonde looked back at me over her shoulder. She was on her knees and her spread pussy gleamed at the camera. OK. I was beginning to see how this would be a turn-on. I flicked through the pages and came to an image of a very thick dick buried half-way into a glistening cunt. There were five or six pages of this couple getting it on. I realized I'd been stroking myself while I pored over out the photos. 

"Oho," I thought. "So this is what they've been up to." I put down the mag, and still fingering myself, opened the door of Dad's night table. A stack of Penthouses. I wanted to check them all out, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I rolled across the bed to my mother's night table. Behind the door there I found only a bunch of old wallets and jewelry she no longer wore. I opened the drawer. On top of what looked like enough watches to open a shop was a blue and white tube. Johnson and Johnson KY Jelly. I had no idea what K and Y might stand for, but I was ready to try it. 

I squirted a clear blob onto my fingertips and rubbed it with my thumb, all the while wondering why my Mom would have this. Ooh. I was beginning to get the idea now. It was slick. Super-slick. I knew immediately where it had to go. I was already wet, but this was something new. My fingers slid over my swollen flesh, teasing me. Nothing I'd ever done had prepared me for this feeling. My pussy lips slid between my fingers, and my fingers slid between my pussy lips. Oh, god, thank you Johnson and Johnson, whoever you are.

I'd already come a few times and was fingering myself towards another orgasm when I opened my eyes and saw Jack staring at me from the doorway of my parents' room. 

"Jesus, Kathy, what are you doing?"

I slowed to a sweet, slippery glide, holding myself just at the edge of coming. "Good morning, Jack," I managed to gasp. "I guess I'm doing just what it looks like I'm doing. Oh, fuck. Hang on a second, I'm, I'm…" The slow stroking had pushed me past the limits of my self-control, and my hips rose to meet my fingers as they plunged into me. Jack's form blurred and then disappeared as my eyes clamped shut.

When I came back from wherever I'd been, Jack was still staring at me. "Wow, Kath, that was amazing." 

"Yeah. Tell me about it. And you were only watching." I lay back on the pillows, letting the feeling wash over me. Through half-closed eyes I looked over at Jack. 

"You need to get some new underwear, dude. Those shorts seem way too small." His cock was pushing out against the front of his boxers, stretching them tight around his thighs. 

"You may be right," he said, peeling them down and stepping out of them. "That better?"

His cock was pointing up at the ceiling, throbbing and dancing. I felt my pussy pulsing again. He shuffled over to the bed and knelt between my thighs, pushing my knees apart. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it maybe even more, but I held him back with one hand on his chest and picked up the blue and white tube with the other. 

"What's that?" he asked me.

"Just wait. Trust me. You'll love it. Give me your hand." Holding his wrist, I squeezed out a gob of jelly onto his fingers.

"Ah. OK, I get it. You want me to…" and he reached for my pussy. 

"No. Put it on your cock. Go on, do it."

He looked at me skeptically, and I watched his hand close around his hard-on. 

"Oh jesus, fuck. That feels incredible."

"I knew you'd like it. Stroke it. I want to watch."

I scooted back up the bed until my shoulders rested against the head-board. The tube was still in my hand, and I released a blob onto my fingers. I wanted to caress my rock-hard nipples, to feel the slippery stuff slide all over my breasts, but the call of my pussy was way too strong. I pressed my fingers between my legs and almost came again.

I looked at Jack. He'd picked up a nice easy rhythm, sliding his hand up and down over his erection. I could see his clear pre-cum oozing out of his cock, and it blended instantly with the glistening gel. It was too much for me. Shock-waves shot through me, turning me into a twitching, quivering mass of nerve endings. I fought off the darkness trying to engulf me and watched Jack. He was shaking all over, and his hand was a blur as it raced over his cock.

"Stop," I told him.

"What?"

"You heard me. Stop."

His hand slowed and came to rest at the base of his cock. "Jesus, Kathy. I'm dying here. Give me a break." He looked so uncomfortable, with his eyebrows all scrunched and his face all red, and his hand in a death-grip on his cock, that I almost let him finish himself off. Almost.

"Jack. Take your hand off your cock."

"I can't. Damn it, Kathy. I'm about to come."

"I know. Just do it for me, OK?" His grip eased and he pulled his hand back to prop himself up on the mattress. I could feel his frustration, and I wanted to release him from it as much as he did. But my way.

"Hey, Jack. Look here." His eyes followed my fingers as they slid over my pussy. The effect on me was instantaneous. I felt my spine tingling and contractions racing through my body.

"I'm going to come," I told him. "And I want you to come with me." I lifted my foot and nestled my toes against his drawn-up balls. His body quaked. "Think you can do that?"

My orgasm was flashing through me when I saw the first jet of white cum fly out of him. It arced up and fell on my chest and stomach. Weaker spurts were landing on my belly when everything went blank behind my eyes. I was dimly aware of his grunts and my own moans, and the creak of a door and voices talking. 

Voices talking? Oh holy shit! My parents were home. Reality crashed into my paradise in a half-second. "Get up, Jack," I hissed. "Mom and Dad are downstairs." I pushed him off the bed and smoothed the covers with my hands. Thank god all his cum had landed on me. I rubbed it frantically into my skin before it could drip onto the floor. "Come on, we've got to get out of here." Jack was in post-orgasmic languor, but the seriousness of our situation was beginning to get through to him. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the door. I let a backward glance sweep over the room. Damn! The blue and white tube was lying next to a pillow on the bed. I tore away from Jack and scooped it up and threw it into the open drawer of my Mom's night-table. 

If there'd been an Olympic medal for the two-yard dash, I'd have won it, hands down. I shoved Jack ahead of me down the hall and into his room. It was lucky I hadn't tried for my own room. I'd have had to cross the stairway opening, and I heard my father climbing up and saying, "Their cars are here, but it looks like nobody's home."

I heard him open my door and call out, "Kathy?" There was a moment of silence, and then the knob to Jack's door turned. I held onto Jack's waist and bit into his shoulder. We were behind the door as it swung open. The light from the hallway spread across the room, lighting up Jack's slept-in looking bed. Then the wedge of brightness diminished and my Dad pulled it shut and shouted out, "Nope. Nobody here."

I held onto Jack as I heard my mother come up the stairs. They were just outside the door. Her voice was a soft sexy a purr. "I guess it's just you and me, Rob. Home alone. Anything you'd like to do?"

Dad whispered something I couldn't make out, and their foot-steps faded off down the hall. 

The last thing I heard as my hands settled around Jack's hip-bones was the click of their door shutting. 



Kathy's Brother Ch. 04



My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I was sure my parents could hear it in their room. I loved fucking Jack, oh, god, I loved it. If I didn't have some part of my body, my hand or my lips or my soaking pussy, wrapped around his fat, hard cock every day, I think I'd die. And a big part of the thrill, aside from my screaming orgasms, and the alluring fact that he was my brother, was the risk we were taking. Today had pushed that aspect of our affair right to the limits. I guess I'd become a little addicted to the danger, to the secrecy, and the adrenaline rush, but the last thing I wanted was for Mom and Dad to actually catch us in the act. I realized I was clutching Jack from behind, and I eased my grip and rose onto my tip-toes to ask him in a whisper what we were going to do now. My warm breath had barely caressed his ear when he turned and let his lips brush mine. He widened his eyes at me and put a finger to my lips. Then he grabbed my wrist, opened the door, and pulled me out into the hall-way.

I followed him silently, figuring we were going to my room, where I could get some clothes, or downstairs, where we could talk and come up with a plan, but he tugged me along the hall towards my parents' door. Shit. This was insane. I didn't have any idea what Jack could be thinking, but safety certainly lay in the other direction. Any direction but where he was headed. I resisted him, but I couldn't do anything very effectual without making noise. When we were right outside my parents' door, Jack raised his finger to his lips and pressed his ear to the wood. His grip on my wrist had loosened, and I was starting to back away when he beckoned me to join him. 

"No way," I thought. "Let's just get out of here. We can think up some story later." But Jack kept his ear plastered to the door and waved at me to come over next to him. As scared as I was, he'd made me curious. I took a step forward on the hall-way carpeting and laid my ear on the door.

Mom and Dad's voices were muffled, but I could hear them clearly enough.

"That was so sweet of you to call and invite me to lunch," Mom was saying. "We should do something like that more often."

"Well, with Kathy and Jack both gone in a few weeks, I guess we'll have time for it," my Dad replied. There was silence for a minute, then Dad continued. "Though I'm not so sure I should let you out in public. Did you see the way all the men in the restaurant were checking you out?"

"Hmm. Now that you mention it, I did notice some heads turning. Not bad for an old broad. You didn't really mind, did you? I liked it. And maybe it stroked your ego just a little, hm?"

My hearing had adjusted enough to the panel of wood between me and my parents' room that I could hear a zipper sliding down.

"My ego's just fine, thank you, ma'am," my Dad said. "But this looks like it could use some stroking."

"Oh, my goodness, Rob You definitely need some help with that. Can you wait just a second while I get my clothes off?"

There was no more conversation, just the soft rustle of cloth, and the squeak of bedsprings.

Then my Mom again. "Oh, god, Rob. I just love your penis. It's beautiful."

"Yeah," my Dad choked out. "And it looks especially good between your lips. Oh, fuck, Cyn. That's fantastic. Don't stop."

I heard slurping noises and deep grunting. My hands were on Jack's waist, and I leaned back from the door and watched my nipples brush his back. He'd heard everything I'd heard, and I could feel his muscles tightening under my hands. I reached up around him and pulled him tight against me. Oh, shit. I was coming. I ground my hips into his ass and bit into his shoulder to stifle my moans.

After I came back to my senses, I let my hands slide back down to Jack's hips and bent toward the door. The bedsprings were creaking wildly, and I realized my Dad was fucking my mother. I slid my right hand over Jack's stomach and let it rest on the muscle of his thigh. My thumb slipped up and flirted over his balls. I was dying to grab his prick. Standing behind him, I couldn't see it, but I knew it was jutting upright, bobbing and dancing and leaking streams of fluid that just needed to be smeared all over it. Oh, god, jesus. I couldn't believe I was coming again. I grabbed Jack's hand and yanked it toward my burning pussy, but he shrugged me off and reached for the doorknob. Even as I spasmed, contracting all over, my mind was yelling at him. "Don't. Oh, please, Jack. Don't do it. Do you really want our parents to see us like this, with my knees crumpling and a vapid, glazed expression on my face? And you with a granite hard-on waving in front of you?"

As it turned out, none of my horrifying night-mares came true. Jack's hand closed around the doorknob and twisted it silently. A gap opened up and I took a deep breath and got myself together and leaned over Jack's shoulder to peek inside. Dad was kneeling between my Mom's wide-spread knees, plowing into her. The open door seemed to magnify the sound of the slap of his groin on her hips. Mom was clutching her tits, squeezing the nipples between her fingers, and giving out a soft groan every time my father thrust forward. Then Dad drew out of her, his big red cock jumping, and she turned over onto her knees, raising her ass to him. Instead of diving into her like I expected, Dad reached over to the open drawer of her night-table and took out the blue and white tube of K-Y jelly. 

"Damn," he said. "We're going through this stuff in a hurry."

My mother looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes full of lust. "Good. I'll buy a case of it tomorrow. Just do it. Now."

I thought my Dad would smear it onto his prick, or into Mom's gaping pussy, but he unscrewed the cap and pointed the mouth of the tube at Mom's ass-hole. Holy fucking shit. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A big gob of lubricant oozed out, and my Dad tossed the tube aside and rubbed the stuff into my Mom's puckered brown-ness with his thumb. I knew what was coming next, what inevitably had to follow, but I couldn't get my mind around it. He wasn't really going to... Oh, yeah, he was going to. 

He held his cock in his hand and pushed the swollen head of it at my mother's ass. Mom let out a deep groan, and I could see the tension easing out of her. Dad's cock-head slipped past the last resistance of her sphincter, and then he was in her. Balls deep.

My hand had found its way to Jack's hard-on. It felt like he'd been carved out of rock. I held him just tight enough to slide the loose skin up and down over his shaft. I milked him slowly until I felt him shaking all over. His eyes were glued to the crack of the door-way, watching my Dad slide in and out of my Mom's ass. I looked over his shoulder, my left hand busy between my legs. Mom's thighs were trembling and her moans were getting louder. Dad was pretty far gone, too. His face was bright red and his motions were jerky. 

We all came together. Mom flopped down onto the bed, biting into the pillow. Dad fell on top of her, screaming out his release. My hand flew over my clit, and I felt moistness erupt. I fell to my knees, but even in the throes of my orgasm, I had the presence of mind to spin Jack toward me and suck him into my mouth. He came buckets, nearly gagging me, but I gulped and swallowed and got all of his hot juice down. It wouldn't do to have him shoot his load all over my parents' door. 

When I felt I could stand up again, I pushed Jack toward his room. I heard soft murmurings coming from Mom and Dad's cracked door. I figured they'd never notice it was open. Now all I had to do was come up with a way to get Jack and me out of here.



Kathy's Brother Ch. 05



It was surprisingly easy to get out of the house. Jack escaped my hold long enough to turn back and silently pull my parents' bedroom door closed. I held my breath while he did it and then scurried quietly to my room. By the time I'd pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and crept barefoot downstairs, Jack was waiting for me, dressed like I was, by the front door. We slipped outside and Jack applied his magic to the door, closing it without a sound. 

Our street was a dead end. The developers had probably called it a cul-de-sac, and had made a little park of the tiny bit of ground too small to build on after they'd finished the houses. Past it, the land dropped away to the four-lane road that provided access to this suburb and the others that stretched out beyond it. All the neighborhood kids had played here, staging mock battles between the trees, digging hide-outs and building forts. When we were older, it had become a place to escape our parents and smoke cigarettes and drink stolen booze. Most of us had had our first kiss here, first watching the bolder ones, then participating in a round-robin of more or less blissful discovery.

Jack led me to a wrought-iron bench under a tree at the farthest end of the park. The city services seemed to have noticed that nobody much came here anymore, and had neglected the up-keep. The boughs of a giant oak dipped around us like the short veil on a woman's fifties hat. Under their shadow no grass grew. Leaves turning to mulch and the caps of a thousand acorns scrunched under our bare feet. 

Jack sat on one end of the bench and I leaned against the arm-rest at the other end and draped my legs over his lap. We eased back a minute, catching our breath. Then he looked over at me and cocked an eye-brow, and we were laughing out loud, releasing the pent-up tension of our narrow escape. 

"So," Jack began, his hands brushing the dirt and acorn caps from my feet and slipping over my ankles and calves, "we need to come up with a story."

"No shit, boy genius. Got any ideas?" I was beginning to relax, and I slid down on the bench until his hands were at my knees. 

"Well, I was thinking we tell them Warren came over with an XJ he'd just finished and wanted to take us for a test ride. That'd explain our cars in the drive, and we could just walk up and say he'd dropped us at the corner. Yeah, and we stopped for lunch or coffee or whatever. That should do it. I mean, the XJ's a four door, so we'd all fit. What do you think?"

My big brother the secret agent, I thought. Really. I mean it. Cool as a cucumber: hiding behind the door when Dad came in, keeping me calm. Dragging me over and spying on my parents having sex. Pulling the door shut after we'd all come and getting us out of there. Thinking up a cover story. Mr. Cool.

I was deep into his story, seeing our way out of this. Then, oh, my god. It all flooded back to me. My parents. Having sex. Anal sex. That picture flitted through my mind again: Dad sliding his thumb through the KY into my Mom's ass, lubing it up, and then easing his big cock into her. Mom groaning and opening up to him, taking it all in. 

That wasn't really possible, was it? I mean, Ok. A little lube on the ass. Maybe a finger, or, oh shit, a thumb poking in. But that my Mom could take a cock that big. Back there. I could feel my own sphincter contract and relax rhythmically as I envisioned it. What I wasn't prepared for was how wet my pussy got thinking about it. I let my memory slip back over what I'd seen. Dad's huge, hard prick, bouncing behind my Mom's waiting ass. Mom on her knees, spread wide open, saying, "Just do it." And then Dad just pushing in. All the way in.

My thighs flopped open and my hips raised, willing Jack's fingers up to my oozing pussy.

"Jesus, Kathy. You helpless slut! I'm sitting here racking my brains to find a way out of this and you're trying to hump my hand. "

"Jack, your plan is a masterpiece. I'm sure it'll work." I smiled lazily up at him. "But now you've figured it out, we've got some time before we go home. All work and no play will make..."

"Yeah. Jack a dull boy." I arched my back and pulled up my shirt and pointed my stiff nipples at him. "Well, I guess we don't want that to happen," he grinned, and leaned down to suck me between his lips. 

I basked in his licks and suction and bites, pushing up at him, and all the time I was aware of his cock, growing and throbbing, trying to fight its way out of his shorts and through mine. 

The position we'd wormed ourselves into allowed Jack to suckle on my left nipple while his shorts-clad erection stroked along my inner thigh. I'd had as much as I could stand. I stood up and Jack groaned at the loss of contact. I turned to him, and he watched through slit eyes and lifted to help me as I tugged his shorts down over his hips. His cock was bobbing in his lap, slapping against his stomach. I straightened and wriggled out of my shorts and threw my top aside. I'd been naked outdoors before, on our deck, but out here, under the oak tree, I felt like some sort of wood-land goddess. I lifted my arms over my head and spun around, delighting in the air on my body and the sudden feel of release it gave me.

"Kath," Jack moaned to me. I turned to face him and saw him spread-eagled on the bench, his desire evident. I felt a moist softening between my legs, and thought, "Even a goddess has to get hers."

I turned from him and straddled his legs and bent over and pointed my ass back at him. Just as his hands encompassed my cheeks, I wrapped my hands around his cock. I felt an electric shock rip through us. Jack jerked forward and his tongue drove into my pussy. I bucked and started to come, and squeezed his cock with both hands. His veins expanded under my grip and a fiery warmth lit up my palms. He reared back and I sat down on him, but we were both too far gone to get him inside me. His cock nestled in the crack of my buns. His drawn-up balls were tight and hard against my clit as I reached forward and grabbed my ankles and mashed down onto him. Jack's cock throbbed spasmodically and I knew he was coming. My ass-hole opened against the base of his penis and clutched at him as he started to let go, like tiny lips milking him. A vision of Mom, on her knees and her ass spread open to receive my Dad's cock, flooded my brain. 

Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over and through me. I reached back and grabbed Jack's cock with both hands, holding it tightly to my ass, feeling it buck and jerk against me. I just sat like that, the tremors of Jack's orgasm matching my own, my head thrown over my shoulders and my back arced over him.

After a while I turned and smeared his come slowly into his chest, and sat on his knees, facing him. 

"You sure you've got our story straight?" Jack asked me. Hid hand held mine and moved with me as I rubbed his chest and belly.

"Yep. Sure. Story straight." I bent over and covered his face with kisses. He held me still and kissed my lips. I was still shaky when Jack pulled me up and led me back to the house. 

On the way, he said, "Listen, Kath. I think this is the moment to pop our living together deal to them. They'll be in the, you know, after-glow of what they just did. Now's the time."

After-glow. Tell me about it. My legs were wobbly and my mind was mush. Inside the front door, Jack seemed to realize what he had on his hands, and pushed me to the stairs. "You go get cleaned up, and calmed down, and I'll see you down here soon."

I undressed and got under the shower, still in my fucked-silly dream world, but by the time I'd dried off and gotten dressed, I felt a little more like facing my parents. I put on some make-up and checked myself out in the mirror. Looking good. Not at all like my brother's park bench fuck goddess. Super-sensitive-ass park bench fuck goddess. I watched blood rush to my cheeks in the mirror. 

"Let's leave that one for later, Kath," I told myself. Even so, the pictures of my parents flashed through my head, and the remembered feel of Jack's cock throbbing between my cheeks made my knees buckle. 

"Oh, come on, Kathy. Not now. Leave it." I shrugged my shoulders and stood up straight, concentrating on getting my hair tied back in a pony-tail. I looked in the mirror again. Just Kathy. OK.

Mom, Dad and Jack were out on the deck, drinking white wine. I watched from the doorway as my Mom's head tilted back and she laughed at something Jack had said. She looked so normal. Just like she hadn't had her ass split wide by my father's big cock. Or maybe this was the way she always looked. Like maybe they did that every day. I was starting to lose it again. I forced my eyes open to see my family. Everyone looked normal. I took a deep breath and slid the door open and walked over to them, hoping I looked normal, too.

Dad smiled at me and poured a glass of wine and handed it to me. Just like he hadn't... I suppressed that thought and smiled back at him. 

"Hi, Kath. So you two had a good afternoon?"

I fumbled for a chair and sat down. "Sure. Really exciting. You heard all about it?" 

"Yeah. Seems Warren's a magician when it comes to old Jags. Jack was just telling us all about the apartment he's got lined up for school. Sounds great."

I looked over at Jack, and he sat up and leaned toward Dad. "Listen," he said. "That's something I want to talk to you both about. Phil and I were going to share the place, it's actually his apartment, but it looks like he won't be coming back to school this year. So now I'm stuck for a room-mate."

Mom and Dad both nodded, and Jack continued. "So I was thinking maybe the best solution would be for Kathy to move in with me. It'd solve my problem, and cost you less than the dorm."

I realized I was gripping the stem of my glass tightly and holding my breath. When nobody exploded, I began to think Jack had chosen his moment perfectly. I looked over at him again and saw him sitting back easily in his chair. He shot me a quick smile, and I relaxed, too, waiting for my parents' reaction.

Dad took a sip of wine and didn't say anything. Mom sat there a minute, mute like my father, before she put her glass down and said, "You know, maybe that's not such a bad idea."

Yes! Maybe there'd be some discussion, some weighing of pros and cons, some ifs and buts. Whatever. I knew at that moment that it was a done deal.

"Think about it, Rob," she told my Dad. "I know it would ease my mind, not having to worry about my baby girl. Knowing she was safe with Jack." She reached over and took my hand. "I'm such a fool. You're not my baby girl at all." She gave me a small, conspiratorial grin, reminding me of our talk this morning. "You're all grown up, and I know you don't need anyone to look after you. But it's not easy for me to let you go." She clasped me tightly with her right hand and raised her left to swipe at the corners of her eyes.

Dad put his hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. OK. I can see that. I guess it would make me more comfortable, too. But aren't freshmen supposed to live in the dorm? I mean, I thought that was a college rule. And then there's the whole dorm life thing. That's where you meet people." He smiled at Mom. "That's where I met you."

Mom let go of my hand and sat back in her chair. I could almost hear her business-woman's brain ticking. "Rob, Kathy's not going to have any problem meeting people. Certainly not with Jack there." She thought again for a second. "I think we could work something out. As a matter of fact, I believe I know just who to call. I'll get on it first thing in the morning."

And that was that. It was settled. Arranged. Done. 

Mom, Dad and Jack chatted on, and I pretended to listen for a while, but eventually I closed my eyes. So this was it. I was leaving home, going all the way across the country, and moving in with my big brother. My brilliant big brother, who'd set this all up and made it happen. My brilliant, sexy big brother, who'd been fucking my brains out for two weeks and had figured a way for us to keep it up all year. Forever.



Kathy's Brother Ch. 06



It was a gorgeous Tuesday evening on the deck. Dinner was over and the setting sun had turned the sky electric peach streaked with purple and fading shards of brilliant blue. We'd finished the last of the wine. Mom was murmuring something to Dad, and Jack was leaning back in his chair, almost asleep, away wherever his own thoughts take him.

Content. It seems such a little word, with little feelings. But content was what I was, and I felt my heart swell in my chest. I looked over at my parents. They were wrapped in a tiny world of intimacy, eyes locked, their voices barely audible. Smiles flickered at the corners of their mouths, and occasionally one or the other would stretch out a hand, making contact, holding it for a scond before breaking it.

I checked out Jack. He was slumped in his chair, ankles crossed on the table. His eyes were closed, and I let my glance linger over his body. Of course I was madly in love with him, with every inch of him. The pounding started in my chest as I looked. He was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but I knew him without his clothes. I knew him the way he knew me. Hot blood rushed up to my cheeks and down between my legs. It was always the same. I needed him.

It was starting to be too much for me, but even as I felt my thighs open and my butt slide forward over the chair, I knew I couldn't give in to this here. I straightened up and looked back up at the sky. The purple took over from the pink and blue. I could hear the soft buzz of my parents' chatting. I closed my eyes and let the contentment wash back over me. 

When the phone rang, Mom twisted up out of her chair and said she'd get it. I swiveled my head to follow her as she walked to the sliding door, and then sneaked a look back at my father. He was half-way out of his his chair, his eyes fixed on her retreating form. I'd seen that look in his eyes often enough over the summer. Evenings here were getting predictable.

As he stood, his eyes darted from my mother back to me, and he smiled. 

"Good night, Kath." He bent down and kissed my forehead, then looked over at Jack asleep in his chair. 

"Kiss Jack goodnight for me, OK?"

I smiled up at him. "Will do, Dad."

He walked away and I imagined him catching up to my mother on the stairs and what might happen after that. Then I thought about kissing my brother goodnight. 

Jack was still asleep. There were so many places I could kiss him. The corners of his mouth. The corners of his eyes. Right there where his shoulder met his neck. Hell, Mom and Dad were probably upstairs by now, fucking like newly-weds. I could kiss him wherever I wanted.

I sat up, lifting my top to bare my breasts. I knew now exactly where I wanted to kiss my brother, and I knew exactly where I wanted him to kiss me when he woke up. I slipped off my chair and straddled Jack's legs. Oh, god, the heat of his thighs against mine. My fingers fumbled at the button of his shorts.

"Kathy, it's Lydia."

Oh, shit. I leapt off Jack and tugged my top down. My mother was standing back-lit in the sliding door, holding the wireless receiver in her hand. 

What had she seen? The sun had set, the sky was dark behind me, and Mom was standing in the brightly lit house. I decided to brazen it out.

"That's cool, Mom. I'll take it inside." 

I walked toward her, panic flickering through me. I'm sure my hand was shaking as I reached for the phone. Mom's eyes bored into mine, and my knees quivered.

"You must have missed having someone to talk to, with all that's been going on this summer," she said, handing me the phone.

I took the phone from her and covered the little hole you talk into with my finger.

"Hey, Mom, I've had you to talk to about everything."

Blood crept up her cheeks, and she looked deep into my eyes. Then she smiled and leaned forward and cupped my neck with her hand. She pulled me to her and gave me a brief kiss on my lips, then drew away.

"I know Lydia is dying to talk to you." She walked to the stairs and I put the phone to my ear.

"Lydia?"

"Kath! Are you there? What's going on?"

Good question. Up till this moment it had all seemed so normal. I got a job with Sheila, and I got a whole new idea of myself. Jack comes home. Then I'm fucking Jack and Jack's fucking me. Mom's fucking Dad and Dad's fucking Mom, which must of course have been happening forever. But there was certainly something going on this summer. There was sex in the air in this house. There's been sex in the air all summer.

"Hello-o-o? Kathy?"

"Oh my god. Lydia. When did you get home? Can you come over now? Or should I come over there?"

"Kath. We've been flying for like seventeen hours straight, and we started sometime yesterday morning. I don't even know what time it is here, but I do know I'm about to pass out. I'm dying to see you. God, I've got so much to tell you. But it's got to be tomorrow."

"OK. Tomorrow. Um, wait. I'm working tomorrow."

"Working?"

"I'm sure I mailed you."

"Oh, right. I'm just so stupid right now. The nasty underwear store, right?"

I burst out laughing. Lydia and I had walked by Sheila's shop in the mall a thousand times and ogled every time the stuff in the window, but we'd been afraid to go in, and we'd dubbed it the nasty underwear store.

"Yeah. You'd be surprised, though."

"Really? Not as nasty as we thought?"

I thought about what I'd bought there, and what Mom had bought, and what we'd shown to Jack and Dad. "Well ..."

"Aha. Girl, you and I have got to talk. What time do you get off?"

Oh. about ten minutes after I hook up with Jack. I couldn't believe that just popped into my mind. I felt myself blushing and answered, "I can be home around 4:30."

"Four-thirty it is, then, at your place. I've got some stories."

"I can't wait. See you tomorrow." I walked into the kitchen and hung up the phone.

Outside on the deck, I looked up at my parents' window. There was just a pale gleam, probably from a bed-side lamp. I knew they wouldn't be coming back down.

Jack was still asleep, slumped in his chair, his ankles crossed on the table. I remembered where I'd been before my mother had called me to the phone, and what I'd wanted him to see and kiss. 

This time I pulled my top off over my head and stripped out of my shorts and panties. I let them all fall into a little pile on the deck.

Walking to his chair, I changed my mind about what I wanted when he woke up. I turned my back to him and raised my left leg until I was standing astride the chair. His shorts were un-buttoned from before, and I leaned over and slid the zipper down. 

When my hands slipped into the loose waist-band and circled his hips, Jack's feet lifted off the table and came to rest on the deck. I was pretty sure he was awake now. I pushed his shorts down to his knees and watched his cock twitch and grow. A tiny mewl escaped from my throat.

I knew for certain Jack was awake when his hands slid up the backs of my thighs, and I leaned back into his touch. When he grasped my cheeks and spread them wide, I gasped. And when his tongue touched me, a deep shuddering moan rose from somewhere inside me. 

As I half-sat on his face, I grabbed his cock and started stroking it up and down. At that moment I don't think I could have said what felt better, Jack's tongue in my pussy or his big, fat hardness in my hand. A second later, it didn't matter. As much as I wanted to watch what I was doing to him, what he was doing to me made my eyes squeeze shut.

My breath was rasping through my throat and my legs were about to fall out from under me. I pushed myself harder onto Jack's mouth and then the hurricane hit me. 

I must have invoked the wrong god, or the right one, just then. The hurricane was followed by a tempest, then a cyclone. When my head stopped spinning, I was slumped over Jack. Shock-waves rippled through me, and I realized I was strangling Jack's penis. 

He didn't seem to mind. I sat up straighter and slid down until I was sitting on his stomach. The storm in my brain was beginning to ease, and I became fascinated once again by the way Jack filled my hand. 

I held him tight and pushed down. His hips rose to meet me, and I felt his breath on my back as he groaned. I eased my grip and let my fingers float over him on the up-stroke and heard his spasmodic intake of air.

The sight and feel and sound of him was killing me. I slipped down until my clit was crushed against the base of his cock. The sudden swelling in my palm told me Jack was about to come. And, oh jesus, oh damn, oh fuck. So was I.

This time I could just hold myself together enough to watch. As often as I've fucked Jack these last few weeks, and as often as he's come in me, in my pussy or in my mouth, I realized anew just how much I loved to watch that hot white liquid, the visible, tangible proof of what I was doing to him, spurt out of his cock. 

I held him mashed against me, and I squeezed with both hands. The head of his cock, already purple and distended, grew under my gaze. Gobs of clear liquid oozed out of him, and his shaft expanded in my grip. His hips plunged at mine, and from behind me I heard him groan. One little squirt made it just over my hands and landed on my belly.

I held my breath, my pussy clenching, my hands tight around the pole of flesh rising between my legs. 

Oh. Oh, oh oh god. There it was. Jack's cock was pulsing in my grip and I was coming again. I fought to keep my eyes open, and saw the first wild string leap out of him and up over my head. It tickled my hair and striped my back, and then my vision deserted me. I could still feel his prick throbbing in my hands, and hot gobs splashing my chest and face.

When I had calmed down a little and Jack had stopped spouting, I stood up and turned around. I sank down onto my big brother and wiped my face with my fingers. I leaned forward to kiss him. His arms wrapped around me and I squished into him.

Our tongues and lips slid over each other for a soft, glorious moment, and then Jack placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me upright.

I put my hands on his chest and looked down at him. He was smiling up at me.

"God, you're gorgeous," he told me. 

Heart-throb time. But really. When I felt in control of myself again, I sighed and looked deep into his eyes.

After a long moment, I tore my eyes away from his and looked down at myself. 

"Well, maybe not like this," I giggled. I was covered, dripping, with his cum.

Jack raised a hand and let it slide through the slick moistness between my breasts. "Especially like this," he said.

I kissed him again and buried my face into his neck. He held me tight, forcing me down onto his body. I felt his heart pounding against mine, and then I must have fallen asleep.

When I awoke, I knew it was time to go inside. The only light on the deck was from a sky full of stars. I stood up, peeling myself off Jack, and brushed my hair back with both hands. It was knotted with dried semen, and I smiled to myself. I bent, thinking to shake Jack awake, but he looked so peaceful lying there.

"Tomorrow, bro," I whispered, and went up to bed.

When the alarm clock went off at 8:30, I jolted awake. It took a minute before I remembered where I was and why I felt so excited. 

Oh, yeah. Lydia was home, and she had stories to tell. 

I got up and walked to the bathroom. Last night came back to me, and I knew I'd need a couple of minutes extra to wash my hair. And Lydia thought she had stories.

Stories. As private as I held everything Jack and I had done and seen this summer, I was bursting with the whole experience. I could talk to Jack about Mom and Dad. That led to talk about Jack and me, and that led to, well you know. More of the experience. But I was in love for the first time in my life, and I had no one I could talk to about Jack. But I needed to tell someone. I couldn't hold this all inside forever.

I'd almost confided in Sheila. More than once. I knew how she felt about me, and I was sure I could tell her anything. But even when I thought I'd die, keeping it bottled up inside me, and she'd look at me, full of sympathy, I just couldn't get it out. 

Of course it was going to be Lydia. I think I'd known that from the beginning. Since second grade there was nothing we hadn't shared. Crushes on boys and teachers, dreams, embarrassments. First kisses. She'd always had a lot more to tell than I did. I wondered what she'd make of this.

I left work early. I was used to butterflies in my stomach as I drove home to meet Jack, but today I could barely hold onto the steering wheel. I wanted to get home and out of my Sheila clothes. I loved them, and the way I looked in them, the woman I'd become, but when Lydia came over I wanted to be just plain Kathy. So she'd see me the way she'd always known me and maybe she could understand everything I had to tell her.

I was in my bedroom and half-way out of my skirt when I heard the unmistakable purr of a Jaguar engine in the driveway. Jack.

"Hey, Kath. You home?" he called out as he came in the door.

Of course he knew I was. My car was parked outside.

"Yeah. Hang on. I, I'll, " I was tripping over my panties and I suddenly couldn't figure out the clasp on my bra. " I'll be right down."

Damn it. This was not at all the way I'd imagined finally getting together with Lydia. I wanted to be home alone with her, up here in my room, having all the time in the world to tell her, to explain, to make her understand.

I knew I was losing it. I forced myself to sit down and try to relax. Maybe I'd gotten myself too wound up, waiting for this moment. Nothing said I had to pour my heart out to Lydia the second she showed up. She'd said she had stories. It might be better to hear them first before I bared my soul.

I let my heart-rate slow, and got into cut-offs and a T-shirt and pulled my hair back into a pony-tail, and went downstairs. Jack was on his back in a chair on the deck with a glass of lemonade in his hand. He looked up at me and smiled.

"You do that on purpose?" he asked.

What was he talking about? "Do what?"

"Look so sexy I can't think about anything else."

Jesus. My heart melted and I pulled my shoulders back, sending my boobs arching through my T-shirt. My hips picked up a twitch as I walked toward him. 

"Really?" 

While my grin widened, Jack's face turned thoughtful.

"Damn it, Kath. I'm serious. At work, here, wherever. All I can think about is you. What are we going to do when we get to school?"

I felt weak all over. And I had a good idea of what we'd do when we got to school. I tried to shape my mouth into a pout. "But, Jack, I never meant..."

Then we were both laughing and I threw myself onto him. His arms were tight around my waist and mine were loose around his neck. Jack leaned his head back and looked into my eyes. We held there for a minute, in total connection.

Jack kissed my lips and my eyes drifted shut. He backed away before I could devour him, and he waited for my eyes to open again. 

His lips were smiling, but his eyes were serious. "Kathy?"

"Umm?" I just wanted his lips back, but he waited until I was focused on him again.

"I think we may be in real trouble."

"Oh. You, too. But not yet, right? Not right now?" 

It was a moment of sheer perfection. Our bodies melted together, almost not sexually, but then oh, so consummately sexually. I felt him rise to me, and our eyes locked. We basked in that sweet moment, neither knowing who would give way first, whose hands would tear at the other's clothes.

That's when the door-bell rang.

I jumped up. "Lydia!"

"Huh?"

"That's Lydia."

"I thought she was in France," Jack mumbled.

"They got in last night. You were, well, you were asleep."

I was suddenly in panic mode. The moment was gone, and Jack was looking at me like I was crazy. 

"So go let her in."

Yeah. That made sense. I straightened my clothes and went in to open the front door.

When the door was open wide, Lydia and I just stood there staring at each other. Then she squealed, or maybe it was me, and we were dancing around in each others' arms. We calmed down a little and caught our breath, and Lydia pushed me away from her. She looked me up and down, and her huge dark eyes sparkled.

"Damn, Kathy."

"What?"

Lydia appraised me again, slowly this time. She let out a low whistle.

"Well look who turned into long, lean and sexy over the summer."

I blushed. I knew the summer had transformed me, but I'd put it down to Sheila's clothes. Now I remembered Mom eyeing me appreciatively and saying something about how I was a woman now, and then Jack just now on the deck. I felt my body lengthen to its full height, and I sensed my long legs under my shorts and my breasts under my top. I was aware of my neck, and my shoulders, and my hips stretching my shorts.

Suddenly feeling awkward, I inspected Lydia. She'd never be long and lean, but the summer had changed her, too. Her dark skin was burnt chestnut brown, and surely the breasts welling up over her halter top had never been so prominent before. She waltzed past me, her dark curls swirling. Her short skirt flared up, and I caught a glimpse of rounded, muscular thighs. Lydia flung herself onto my father's reclining chair, pushing it back and crossing one spectacular shining leg over the other, baring herself to, well, to the minuscule string of the underwear she was wearing. 

I sat down on the couch opposite her, and we stared at each other. 

"So?" she said. "Aren't you going to tell me how good I look?"

After a minute I told her, "You look like such a slut."

It hung there for a second. 

Finally she narrowed her eyes at me and said, "You really think that?" 

"Absolutely."

"You're not just saying that to make me feel good?" The corners of her mouth were starting to turn up.

"It doesn't look like you need any encouragement."

When we stopped laughing, Lydia jumped up and landed on the couch next to me. "Nope. None at all." She was positively beaming. "Kathy. God, I'm so glad to be back. You're the only one I can talk to."

"About what?"

Lydia giggled. "About being a slut. Or trying to."

She was obviously dying to tell me all about it. Perfect. Then I could tell her. There was only one problem. 

"Um, Jack's outside."

"Jack? Hey, cool. I haven't seen him in what, more than a year now? I'll just go out and say hi." Lydia was up off the couch and sliding the door open before I could say anything.

All my plans fell apart then. Of course I couldn't tell Lydia. I couldn't tell anyone who knew Jack or my family. One misplaced smirk, one sly comment, and we were done. I looked forward to the day we'd be at college, away from here, alone together, anonymous. 

And then that all fell apart, too. As anonymous as we might be behind closed doors, everyone at school would know we were brother and sister. 

This was way beyond anything I'd contemplated. It had seemed so easy, this summer. Everything that might have stood in our way just dissolved. Our parents found themselves again and didn't have the time or inclination to worry about us. Day after day, we had the house to ourselves. I was eighteen, out of school, newly and by all reports irresistibly sexy, and wildly in love with my big brother. It was the perfect summer.

And then my best friend, the one missing link to my happiness, comes in, and this little cocoon that I abruptly and for the first time realized I'd been living in, that we'd all been living in, Jack, me, my Mom and Dad, started to disintegrate.

I went upstairs to my room and lay down and pressed my hands to my head. 

A few minutes later my door opened and Lydia came in. The smile on her face disappeared when she saw me.

"Kathy? Are you OK?"

I looked up and saw the concern in her eyes. Obviously, none of what I was going through was her fault. She'd just opened a window to the real world, and I'd looked through it. Looked through it and seen how impossible my situation was.




Kathy's Brother Ch. 06



She came over and sat on the bed next to me and laid her hand gently on my cheek. The tenderness of the gesture made tears spring to the corners of my eyes.

"Kath. What is it? What's going on?"

I sat up and tried a smile. "Nothing. Everything. I don't know." Just having her there made me feel better. Who says you have to tell even your best friend everything? Maybe secrets aren't meant to be told. Maybe they're just meant to be locked away in your heart forever. Maybe that's why they're called secrets. 

For whatever reason, I was smiling now. I was even laughing. I sat up on the bed and watched the worry leave Lydia's face. 

"So you've been a little slut?" I said.

Lydia was almost laughing, too. "Maybe not such a little slut."

"Ooh. You tramp. You going to tell me about it?"

"Try to stop me."

We were both giggling, and there it was. The only thing that had been missing from my summer. My best friend, sitting cross-legged next to me on my bed, her eyes bright as night-time stars, dying to tell me about her adventures. And even if I couldn't tell her all my secrets, I did have a few summer stories of my own.

"Wait," I told her. "Wait a second." I scooted back and got my pillows propped up behind me. When I was settled in, I looked at her expectantly. "So?"

Lydia rolled onto her back. Her position made her boobs almost pop out of her tiny top, and her skirt rode up enough that I could see her panties. It looked like she had shaved herself, too. If she'd been showing that much in France, she definitely had stories.

"You first," she said.

I thought about Sheila, and about the things she'd shown me and about the way she'd taught me to wear them. About the men who'd watched me at the mall. I even thought about my Mom shopping with me at Sheila's, what she'd bought and what that had all led to. I wasn't sure I should tell Lydia about that, but I thought I had some stories to start with.

I got up onto my elbow and was about to begin when she breathed, "Tell me about Jack."

The hammering started in my chest and spread like wild-fire through me. "Jack?" I managed to stammer.

Lydia turned to me, and for all our trash-talking and joking, I saw in that second just what a miraculously sexy woman she'd become over the summer. 

"Yeah, Jack." She twisted to look at me, and her eyes slipped shut for an instant before they opened again and focused on mine . "When did he get to be such a hunk?"

I closed my eyes. There was so much I could tell Lydia about. The customers at the store. The way they came in so shy and uncertain, and how they walked out later with a smile on their lips and a swing to their hips. About Sheila, and all she'd taught me. The one thing I knew now I could never talk about was my summer. About Jack. About Mom and Dad.

Lydia was looking at me, and I faked a big smile and rolled over toward her. "Hey, come on. You had stories."

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah, stories. I tried, Kathy. Really. You know you can go topless on the beach there. I swear I hadn't loosened my straps before my Mom was all over me. Anyway, after a few days I'd worked my way down the beach from my parents. I was still covered, if you know what I mean, they were watching. But this guy, Jean-Paul, came and sat next to me. Oh, god, he was gorgeous. And he had this accent. Like everything he said, oh, I don't know. He'd talk, and I'd listen, but but his eyes were all over me, and mine all over him."

"Umm. sounds perfect," I whispered. "So?"

Lydia sat up and leaned on her elbow. "So the next morning my dad says we're leaving. Seems he'd rented a house down near Carcassonne. A swimming pool. But no beach, no topless, and no Jean-Paul."

"But?" I asked.

"But nothing."

I got up and leaned over her. "That's it? What happened to super-slut?"

Lydia stretched back over my bed. "Oh, Kathy." Her eyes flitted closed, and she reached up over her head, elongating her body. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"I could have had him, Kathy. It was right there." She sat up and looked into my eyes. "You don't know what it's like. I mean, he was looking at me like I was, what? Like i was the most desirable thing he'd ever seen. And I was melting. I would have done it. I swear I would have done it. Even right there on the beach, in front of everyone. God, Kathy. You have no idea."

"So did you?" I knew she hadn't, but it was her story, and I wanted to hear it all. 

She sighed and lay back on the bed. "No, goddammit. He was looking at me, just the way I was looking at him. We were dying. And then he jumped up and pulled me to the water. I guess I knew we had to cool off, too. We got past the breakers, and he put his arms around my waist. Jesus, Kathy, you've never felt anything like it. He was kissing my neck, and I was, well, I was all over him."

"So you did it there in the water?" 

"You wish. I wish. He turned away from me, and I saw my father walking down to the shore. Jean-Paul held my head in his hands and whispered against my lips."

"Come on, Lydia." I was wrapped up in her story now. "What did he say?"

Lydia opened her eyes and looked at me. "Kathy, maybe you had to be there, at that moment. My Dad coming into the water, us both knowing it, but crawling all over each other."

"Yeah, I get it. But what did he say?"

"Well, we just had those few seconds before my father got there, but he held me, held my face, and said, in that sexy accent of his, 'Will I see you tomorrow?' "

I flopped onto my back and tried to stifle a laugh. That was it. Lydia's summer of slutdom. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled and said, "So of course you didn't, and you never got fucked."

"Yeah. I guess that says it all." She rolled over toward me. "I tried. And I could have, except for my Dad."

We were silent together for a moment, and then Lydia asked, "Have you ever, well of course you've never been fucked, but have you ever wanted to, so bad? Like that? Am I crazy?"

She was my best friend. There was so much | could tell her. She didn't know from crazy. I turned to look at her, ready, no not really ready; I'd never be really ready. But almost. I could start, and we'd see how it went from there. 

Lydia was sound asleep. 



Kathy's Brother Ch. 07



While Lydia slept, I eased myself off the bed and slipped downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, elbows deep in a bowl of salad greens. 

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Absolutely. Thanks for asking, Kathy." She smiled at me. "There's a package of tuna steaks in the fridge. Can you get them into a marinade? If your father gets home in time, we can grill them outside. And if he's late..." She raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders.

"Yeah," I laughed. The most reliable thing about Dad at supper-time was that he was always unreliable. "We can throw them onto the grill-pan here."

"Exactly." 

I got out the tuna and put it in a shallow dish with olive oil and lime juice. I looked at it a minute and ground some pepper over it. "Garlic, you think?"

"No. I think that's just perfect." She brushed salad off her hands and turned to me.

"Have you gotten together with Lydia yet?"

"Oh. Yeah. This afternoon. She's upstairs. We were talking, and she just sort of faded on me. She's sound asleep." 

"Poor thing. She must be exhausted." Mom got a serious look in her eyes. "Kathy, she can't just sleep now. She needs to get back on our time. You go up and wake her. Tell her she's welcome to eat with us. Go on, now."

When I got to the top of the stairs, Jack was just coming out of my room, pulling the door softly shut behind him.

"What were you doing in there?" I asked him. 

"Looking for you. Keep quiet," he whispered, putting a finger to his lips. "She's way gone."

"Mom says she needs to get up," I said, pushing past him and opening my door.

It took me a minute to fathom what Jack had seen in my room. Lydia was still on her back, sleeping. One leg was stretched straight and the other was bent at the knee, raising her short skirt to her waist. Her breasts, as she breathed, pushed at her tight top. Her arms made a loose circle around her head. She couldn't have looked more enticing if she were nude. I was surprised at the way the sight of her affected me. It hit me then, finally. We weren't little girls any more. Lydia was a stunningly beautiful woman, and I had, well, a few weeks of experience that told me, if nothing else, that I'd never be a little girl again.

I walked over to the bed and looked down at her. I flicked a glance at the door, but Jack was gone. 

I leaned over Lydia and pushed a curl of dark hair off her brow. She looked so beautiful lying there. I bent further and kissed her forehead.

"Jack?" she mumbled. Her left arm came up and closed around my neck.

"Just me, Lydia."

"Kathy?" Her arm flew from me and she bolted upright. "I, I guess I must have been dreaming. Ohmigod, what time is it?"

I turned to the clock on my bed-side table, trying to come to terms with what Lydia had said when she woke. 

"It's six-thirty," I told her, and looked back at her over my shoulder. 

A red flush had crept up under her tan cheeks, and she stared at me with wide eyes. 

"Mom says you can eat with us. Why don't you call your parents and tell them you'll be home later."

"Oh. Okay."

"See you downstairs, then?"

"Yeah. Sure."

My mind was buzzing as I went downstairs. Jack and me. Me and Lydia. Jack and Lydia? Why had she called out his name when I woke her? Why had she seemed so embarrassed? What the hell was he doing in my room with her?

"Kathy? Perfect timing," my Mom shouted out. "Your father just called and said not to wait supper for him. Can you bring the salad out while I get the tuna on? Thanks, dear. Oh, is Lydia eating with us?"

"Yeah, she is," I said as I rounded into the kitchen. I picked up the salad bowl and walked out onto the deck, my brain awhirl with pictures of Lydia and Jack. When I saw him there, leaning back in his chair as if nothing had happened, I almost threw the bowl at him.

Instead, I placed it gently on the table. I turned from Jack to go back inside.

"Hey, Kath," he said. I turned back to him, venom coursing through my veins. 

"What now?" I asked coldly.

"Listen," he said. "It's about Lydia."

"I'll bet it is," I snarled.

"Uh, I'm not exactly sure how to say this, but she's your best friend and all..." His voice trailed away.

I walked over and stood over him.

"So, what?" I asked. I wasn't going to hear this without at least making him uncomfortable.

He reached out and grabbed me just above my knee. I tried to move away, but the warmth of his hand seemed to flow into me. 

I looked down at his hand on my leg, and then into his eyes. Oh, god, those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Just tell me that everything will be the same with us," Jack pleaded. "I know she's your best friend, but please don't let her come between us,"

I sank down until his hand was between my thighs. 

"Silly boy, "I grinned at him.

"Supper's ready," Mom called, and she and Lydia came out onto the deck, plates in hand. 



Kathy's Brother Ch. 08



Supper was pretty much a wash. Lydia kept fading in and out, and Jack was off wherever he gets sometimes. Mom tried to keep the conversation going, and I did my best to help, but it was never going anywhere.

Eventually Mom stood up and slammed all the plates together and stalked off to the kitchen. I picked up the glasses and followed her.

She'd gotten all the plates into the sink and rounded on me.

"If you think that's why I work all day and then do my best to put a meal on the table for a bunch of ingrates, then you'd all better think again. Your friend sleeps through it all, your brother apparently couldn't give a damn, and you...well, you..."

"I actually thought the food was pretty good."

Mom stopped her rant and took the time to look at me.

She smiled. "Yeah, it was. I wish they'd enjoyed it, too. I guess it's just you and me, babe."

I took the plates out of the sink and put them into the dish washer. 

"I think 'll try to wake Lydia up and walk her home," I said when I was done. 

"Good idea," Mom said. "And Jack?"

"If you're pissed off at him, maybe you should talk to him about it. Don't ask me. He's your son."

Mom eyed me a minute, then nodded. "Go on and get Lydia home."

Lydia leaned on my shoulder all the way to her house, but when we got there, she pulled me down onto the front steps. She seemed wide awake when she asked me, "Remember what I said back at your house?"

I did. I just didn't want to. 

"It's Jack," she said.

Like I didn't know. "What about him?" I asked her.

"Well, like, what's he doing? Does he have somebody?"

I stood up and looked down at her on the step. "You mean you missed out with Jean-Paul or Jean-Pierre or whoever he was, and now you want to make up for it with my brother?"

She looked away, and then turned back to me. 

"Damn it, Kathy. I don't know what I want. I mean, Oh god, I was almost there with Jean-Paul. Did I want to go all the way with him? Absolutely. With every fiber of my being."

Lydia leaned back on her elbows. I was seeing in the moonlight what Jean-Paul had seen in the full sun of a French beach. Whatever the lighting, she was simply breathtaking.

"And so here I am, jet-lagged and all, and I fall asleep in your bed. And I wake up, and this guy, a guy I've known all my life, is leaning over me. And he's not someone I've known all my life Not at all. He's gorgeous, he's whispering my name, and his hand is on my knee, and it feels like fire."

Lydia seemed to have forgotten I was there with her. "I'm suddenly awake and I'm hornier than a cat in heat. I want him to stop whispering and kiss me. Anywhere. Everywhere. Put his hand on me. Not just my knee. Put both his hands on me. All over me."

Lydia blinked a few times, like she was coming out of a trance. She gave me the old smile, the one I'd known since kindergarten.

"Kath?"

"Yeah, Lydia."

"Not too sure what I was talking about just then. Got to get to bed now. We're all Ok, right?"

Sure. Just my best friend dying to fuck my brother, who also happens to be my lover. 

"Go to bed, Lydia. It's all OK. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Yeah. Right. Got to go to bed now." 

Lydia stumbled inside and the door shut behind her. 

I walked off back to my house, seething and plotting. 

After a few blocks I became aware of a car following along behind me, it's lights dimmed and never pulling past me. All I needed now, some jerk stalking me. I turned and pointed my finger at the car.

"Get lost, asshole," I shouted.

"Or what, you'll make me take you home?" my father said as he pulled to the curb.

"Jeez, don't scare me like that," I said sliding into the car.

"Sorry about that. And sorry I missed dinner. Again."

"Like we noticed."

Dad winced at that. I thought of a few things I could say to ease the moment, but I just wasn't into it tonight. 

When we pulled into the driveway, Dad got out and came around to open my door, like I knew he would. He's such a sweetie, and I realized it wasn't him I was mad at. I climbed out of the car and put my arms around his neck, pulling him close.

"You might be in trouble in there," I whispered in his ear.

He wrapped me closer. "I know," he whispered back. "What do you think I should do about it?"

I pulled away and looked him over. "You know, you're a pretty good-looking guy." He was smiling now. "Maybe if you just rush in and sweep her off her feet."

"Ah, plan B," he said.

"And what was plan A?"

"Something along the lines of abject apology and groveling at her feet."

We were both trying to stifle our giggles. "I think you'd better stick with plan B," I told him. "Although the groveling at her feet might work if that's only where you're starting."

Dad shot me a look. "I think you may be wiser than you years, Kathy. Wish me luck." He turned and went into the house.

I leaned against the still warm fender of his car and considered my own plans. After a few minutes I marched inside, straight up to Jack's room.

"Did Mom talk to you?"

He looked up at me from his computer screen. "Yeah, something about me pulling my weight around here. She can get pretty bitchy sometimes."

I walked over to his desk. "We all can," I said.

Jack spun his chair so that he was looking directly up at me.

"Huh?"

"Women," I told him. "We all get bitchy when we think the men in our lives are fucking us over."

Jack looked clueless. "Fuck, Jack! " I exploded. "Do I really have to explain it to you? Look at Mom and Dad. Why do you think she's so pissed at him?" I was getting myself all worked up. "Why do you think she's so pissed at you?"

"I don't know. That's just the way she gets sometimes."

"Of course you know. She's pissed at Dad because he's never here. Nothing we can do about that. It's something they'll have to work out on their own. But she's looking at you to fill some of the slack. You know, help her get the groceries out of the car, light the barbeque. That sort of thing. Maybe even talk to us at the dinner table."

"Okay," Jack said. "Okay. I can get behind that. I've been lame here. Nothing I can do to fix it, but I promise I'll try harder."

He smiled up at me standing over him and put his hands on my hips. "Meanwhile," he said, leaning in and kissing me just below my navel. I was melting, dying for him to go further. But I slapped his hands away and pushed him back into his chair.

"God damn it! Would you just cut it out? It's always the same with you. You fuck up and then you think a smile and a kiss will fix it all."

Jack was visibly shocked. "Hey. I said I'd try to do better. What's got into you all of a sudden?"

"What's got into me?" I shouted. Even as pissed off as I was, I realized I had to keep my voice down with our parents right down the hall. "Didn't I just tell you women get bitchy when we think our men are fucking us over?" I hissed.

"Well, yeah. But that was about Mom and me. Right?"

"A little," I bit back at him.

Jack shook his head like flies were buzzing around it. Then he looked up at me and asked, "What am I not getting here?"

I put my hands on my hips and leaned over him. "Let me tell you something. Right now I really couldn't care less about your problems with Mom."

"But you said..."

"No, you just weren't listening. It was about women getting fucked over by their men."

"Oh, man. Sorry, Kathy, but I'm lost here."

"OK, then, I'll tell it to you straight up, Jack. There's no way I'm going to just stand by and watch you getting together with another woman. Not even my best friend. Especially not my best friend."

"What???"

"Oh, get off it, Jack. She told me all about it. You all over her. Your hand on her leg. 'Kiss me, Jack. Kiss me everywhere, Jack. Oh, both hands, Jack. Both hands all over me, Jack.' I thought she was going to come just telling me about it."

Jack was usually a model of imperturbability, even indifference, but now he was slack-jawed, slumped back in his chair. 

"She told you that?"

"Almost word for word."

I could see him fighting for composure. After a minute he sat up. "Can I tell you what really happened?"

"Why, of course, Jack. I'm dying to hear all about it."

Jack ignored my sarcasm and went on. 

"You and Mom were making supper. I was hanging on the deck, watching the sun go down. I went upstairs to get my Ipod. When I came out of my room I saw your door open and went in."

A sheepish look crossed his face. "I do that a lot when I know you're not around. Sometimes I lie in your bed, just taking in all your scents. Sometimes I look through your closet, or your drawers, seeing the clothes you've worn and remembering how you looked in them. Sometimes I..."

Jack blushed.

"Well, whatever. Today Lydia was lying there in your bed. And she didn't belong there. You belong there. And I belong there. With you. Nobody else."

He heaved a deep breath.

"So I went over and sat beside her and told her it was time for supper. I didn't know if it was yet, but I guess I just wanted her out of there."

Jack looked into my eyes. "That's all there was. Whatever she says. Really. That's all."

I had to turn away then. It's hard to shift emotions quickly, and I had to be certain what mine were. When I turned back to Jack, I pulled up my shirt and said, "I think you were kissing me here."

Jack's relief was palpable. But he got over it, tugging me to him. Oh, god, the fire again. I held his head to my stomach, feeling lightning flick through me. 

"Oh, wait. Wait," I thought. "There's still one thing I wanted to tell you."

Jack licked his way up to the bottom of my left breast. I pulled my shirt higher.

"Please. Oh, please. Lick my nipple. Take it between your lips. Suck it. Please." I'm not sure I said any of that, but it didn't matter. Jack was doing it anyway.

There was a lot of moaning going on. At some point I pulled myself away from him and got him out of the chair and onto his back on his bed. Once I'd got his pants and underwear off, I just watched his cock, throbbing and bobbing against his stomach.

"Jack," I said, wrapping my hand loosely around his cock. Oh, jesus. He was so hard, so alive. I so much wanted to be in control, but the pounding in my palm made me wonder if I could find the words before I died.

"Jack," I said again, trying to ignore the pulsations in my hand, in my heart, between my thighs. He looked up at me. His eyes were tiny slits.

"Yeah, Kath."

I wanted to tell him why women get pissed off at men. How they need to know they're the only one; how they need to be needed; how they have to know for absolute certain that when they even think you're ogling their best friend, you'll be coming back home. 

I wanted to tell Jack all about that. I wanted to say, "Listen. She's beautiful. Why wouldn't you want to?" and believe I meant it.

I didn't say any of that stuff. I just held him more firmly in my hand and looked down at him. And I finally got out the words I guess I'd been meaning to say all along.

"See this?" I asked. His eyes followed mine to where he was wrapped in my palm. I gave him a little squeeze and a tug. "See?"

Jack moaned and nodded his head, but I wasn't finished yet. I'd gotten myself a little under control, and if I wasn't going to tell him everything that was in my head, I was going to make him understand one thing.

"Listen up, dude." I held him loosely and hovered over him. I couldn't help it; I had to feel him. I sank down so he was just inside me. But I held him there.

I held him there until his eyes opened and looked up into mine.

"You know what I'm talking about" I asked him.

"Oh, god. No. No idea." He put his hands on my hips and tried to force me down onto him. I could feel my eyes drooping shut, my head lolling back on my neck, my hips sinking, wanting maybe even more than him to feel that perfect moment when he was so deep inside me that nothing else mattered any more. 

But there were more important things at play here, and I pulled myself back from the brink. Literally. I backed off of him until I was once again holding him between my fingers.

"It's like this," I told him. "There's you and me."

I held him tight, marveling at the strength I felt in my hands. "Uh, OK," he replied, squirming under my touch.

"And there's the whole rest of the world. There are going to be a whole lot of pretty girls at school next year. But you're not even going to look at them. You know why?"

"Because you're the most beautiful and sexy girl I ever met?" Jack answered. "Because I'm so crazy about you I won't even notice them?"

And I thought I was supposed to be in control of this conversation. It was absolutely supposed to be about how he was mine. How I owned him. How every inch of him, the first of which were now finding their way finding their way into me as I sat on him, belonged to me. Only to me. 

I bent down to kiss him. And he rose up into me, and there it was. The most perfect union. 

Later, after I'd got Jack safely into his bed and was lying in my own, I thought about Lydia. About Jack. About Lydia and Jack and me. About Jean-Paul. About how much she wanted it. 

I'd talk to Lydia tomorrow. She was my best friend. We'd talk tomorrow. 



Kathy's Brother



"Well, I have been dying to meet you after all Kathy's told me, but no. You've transformed Kathy, and I was hoping you could work some of your magic on me. And Kathy may want something, too. Like I said, I'm feeling flush."

Sheila took a step back and let her eyes travel over my mother. "I'm not sure you need any magic, but we do have some things here that may interest you."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Mom said, and she let Sheila lead her away to the racks of lingerie. I went on my own to check out some stuff I'd seen but hadn't dared try. My experience with the bra and panties this morning had made me bolder. Tinier and sexier, that's what I wanted.

My mother and I were in and out of the dressing rooms for the better part of an hour. Then we were standing at the counter again while Sheila rang up our purchases. Mom raised her eyebrows at some of the things I'd picked out, and I was shocked at a few of her choices. 

Sheila folded everything into one of our fancy little bags and said, "That comes to 237 dollars and 44 cents, with your discount, Kathy." As my mother fumbled in her purse for a credit card, Sheila looked up at her and said, "I'll tell you what I told Kathy. You've bought some beautiful things, and I'm sure they'll look great on you. You're lucky. Like Kathy here, you have a gorgeous body. Just don't forget the grooming. It'd be a pity to have all this lovely lingerie and ruin it by not taking care of the details."

Color rose in my Mom's cheeks as she took her credit card back from Sheila. "Thank you so much for your help, and for being so good with Kathy. I'm sure I'll be back here soon."

I told Sheila I'd see her tomorrow, and Mom and I went out into the mall. We walked in and out of the department stores, just browsing, and then we were back in the car. Mom pushed a button and the top folded away behind us. We drove away with the sun on our faces and the wind rippling our hair. 

We were sitting at a stop-light when Mom turned to me and asked, "Was she talking about shaving? I mean, the grooming thing, the details."

"Yeah."

My mother's hands were tight on the steering wheel. Then she relaxed and looked away from me and up at the stop-light. "She said she'd talked to you about it. Have you done it?"

"Just this morning, actually. I brought home some really, well, bare panties and tried them on. I could see what she was talking about."

The light flashed to green and we took off. "And...?"

I could see my Mom was a little embarrassed to be talking to me about this. Her cheeks were red and when she glanced over, she was not so much looking at me as past me.

"Hey, Mom, keep your eyes on the road. But if you want to know, it's cool. Totally cool, actually. I did it in the bath, and when I tried on the panties afterwards, I could definitely see what she was getting at. 100% improvement."

Mom didn't say much on the drive home. When we got there we went into the kitchen and Mom made grilled-cheese sandwiches, an indulgent treat for both of us. We sat on the deck to eat and chatted about this and that. Eventually, Mom got up and cleared the plates and said she thought she'd have a shower. I went to my room and got on chat with Lydia, who was having a ball in France and was trying to convince me she'd seduced every hot guy there.

When I heard a car in the drive, I looked out my window and saw Jack getting out of his Lexus. While I watched, my father's Mercedes pulled in behind him.

I rushed out of my room, calling out to my mother. "Jack and Dad are home!"

Mom joined me on the stairs and we got to the front door in time to see the men coming up the walk, bumping shoulders and laughing at something they'd said. We pulled them into the house and out onto the deck. The cocktail hour had arrived, and Jack and Dad made us kirs again. We all sat on the deck, talking and laughing and enjoying being together again. I'd been missing Lydia all summer, but this made up for it. Having my brother home and my family around me, like we'd never been apart, put a wide grin on my face. 

Jack and my father worked the grill, turkey sausages this time, and Mom and I went into the kitchen to put together a salad and garlic bread. As we kept up a lively and mostly meaningless conversation, Mom repeatedly glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, and I had the feeling she wanted to talk to me about something else. I also had a feeling that I knew what it was, but I didn't press her, and she never brought it up. When the guys shouted that the food was ready, we grabbed up the salad bowl and the bread and brought it outside.

Jack kept us laughing all through dinner with his increasingly improbable stories. I noticed my mother was going through the wine pretty heavily, and a smudge of color had spread across the top of her cheek-bones. When we'd finished eating, she slid her chair back and stood, walking around behind my father. 

Letting her hand rest lightly on the back of his neck, she said, "Rob, could you come upstairs with me a minute? There's something I want you to see." She turned to me. "Can you kids clear the table?" The look of high excitement in her eyes told me everything. Like last night, she walked away toward the door, but tonight her hips seemed to sway a little more. Again my father followed her with his eyes, and as she disappeared into the house, he lifted his glass and drained it. He set the empty glass down and looked somewhere between me and Jack and said, "See you guys tomorrow, then." And then he stood up and was gone.

After a moment of silence, Jack looked over at me. 

"Can you believe that?"

"Believe what?"

Jack stared at me incredulously. "Believe what? Are you kidding, or just naive? I've seen a lot of body language, and if Mom didn't just say to him, 'Come on upstairs and fuck me,' then I don't know what I saw."

I stretched out on my chair and crossed my ankles on the table. "Yeah, and so what? You saw it last night, too."

Jack was flustered. I just leaned back and admired the pink pearl polish on my toes.

"Well, OK," he said. "But they're..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

"They're your parents? How do you think you got here? Or they're old? Maybe you haven't noticed, but Mom's a babe. And Dad's no slouch, either." I gave Jack a sly, sidelong glance and said, "Besides, Mom's got a secret weapon."

Jack sat up and looked over at me.

"What do you mean, 'secret weapon?'"

"I went shopping with Mom today. We went to Sheila's, you know, the store where I work, and she bought some stuff that even surprised me."

Now I had all Jack's attention. "What kind of stuff?"

"Well, definitely sexy. And definitely small. Tiny. And she got some advice from Sheila on how to wear it. If I'm not mistaken, Dad's getting the show of his life right now."

Jack looked up at the light in their bedroom window and then sank back into his chair. We didn't say anything for a few minutes, then he stood up and stacked the dinner dishes. 

"There's another bottle of cognac in there. Why don't I put this stuff in the dishwasher, and we can sit on the chaises and have a drink."

I got up and walked over and draped myself over a chaise. A little tingle of excitement was running through me. I didn't know if it had to do with our shopping trip earlier, or with my knowledge of what my parents were up to, but I just lay back and enjoyed it.

Jack returned with a bottle under his arm and two glasses in his hands. He handed one to me and poured us each a shot and fell back on the chaise next to mine. Neither of us said anything for a while, and we both looked up at the fading sky as the stars started to come out, sipping at our drinks and thinking our own thoughts. Then Jack turned onto his side and raised himself up on his elbow.

"So she bought sexy lingerie?"

"Dude, like I told you. I've been working there for four weeks now and know all our stock. Some of what she picked out was as sexy as it gets."

Jack thought about that for a minute. "And you said Sheila gave her tips on how to wear it. What's that all about? I'd figure you just put it on, and boom."

I felt blood rushing to my cheeks, but the wine and brandy had loosened my inhibitions. I turned to face Jack, propping my self on an elbow to mirror him.

"Well, um, some of those bottoms, uh, panties and bikinis, they're really small. If you want them to look right, you have to..."

"OK. I get the picture. You've got to shave." Jack sat back and seemed to think this over. Then he raised himself up again and looked at me. "So either Mom's up there now giving Dad a bikini show, or he's kneeling in front of her with a razor in his hand and up to his knuckles in lather."

Something squished between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs together. "Yeah, one or the other. I think it's the first," I murmured. I turned to lie on my back, my legs still tight together, and looked up at the brightening stars. Somehow my right hand had slipped off the arm-rest, and my fingers were tracing little circles on the skin between my belly-button and the top of my shorts.

Jack was still propped up on his elbow, looking at me. After a long silence, he asked me, "So what did you buy?"

I closed my eyes. "What do you mean?"

"You said you and Mom went shopping. She got some hot stuff she's apparently showing Dad. What'd you get? And what was in that bag you came in with last night?"

I turned my head and opened my eyes to look into his. "You want me to show you?"

Jack didn't answer. He lay on his side, propped up on his elbow, and watched my fingers slipping over my stomach. When he brought his eyes back up to mine, I suddenly realized the power my mother had over my father. It was exhilarating. Something like lightning flashed through me. I glanced down at my fingers, and Jack's eyes followed mine. I pulled my hand up and let my fingers glide over my cheek and rest on my neck. I looked over at Jack, and he was zeroed in on my hand. I moved my hand up and stroked a finger under my chin. His eyes followed. I let my finger sink to the cleft of my breasts, just visible above my tank top. My hand rested there and I looked over at him out of the corner of my eye. He didn't see me watching, fixed as he was on my hand. Again, something flashed through me, and my hand drifted back over my breasts to my side to lie again on my belly.

I stood up from the chaise. The tension was rippling through me, and was palpable as I looked at him. I took a deep breath and felt the tension ease. A little. But not entirely.

"Maybe I'll show you tomorrow." I walked over to the sliding doors, swinging my hips a little like my mother had done earlier. I could feel Jack's eyes all over me, and climbing the stairs inside, I weaved dizzily. When I got to my room I peeled off my clothes and stood looking in the mirror. My body seemed to bulge out of its skin, every square inch of it demanding attention. I sat on the edge of my bed, just about wondering where to begin, when the sheet wrapped itself around me and lulled me to sleep.  

The alarm beeped me awake at 7:00am. Normally. I'd get up and run for 45 minutes, then relax over breakfast before showering and going to work. Today I slammed the sleep button three times before I rolled over and called Sheila's cell number. In my hoarse morning voice I told her I was sick.

"Oh, that's too bad, sweetheart. Stay in bed and get over it. If you're feeling better tomorrow, then come on in."

I felt bad about lying to Sheila. But not bad enough to cancel my plans for Jack. I lay back, thinking. 

At 8:30 I knew my parents would be at work. I walked nude the bathroom and got under the shower. The water splashed over me and once I'd washed I ran the razor over me to catch whatever little hairs I might have missed yesterday. I dried off and walked naked, fresh, and clean to my room. 

I'd picked out a bikini on my shopping trip with Mom. It was white, and much smaller than what I'd been wearing to sun in earlier in the summer. As I pulled it on and tried to get the little bit of material there was to cover me, I delighted in the contrast of the shiny white on my brown skin. I went downstairs and poured a cup of coffee from the pot my Mom had made, and went out onto the deck. I sipped at the coffee, then let it stand on the table as I lay back on the chaise and let the weak morning rays of the sun wash over me. When the heat built up, I turned over onto my stomach and felt the strengthening sun bore into my ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs. Little beads of sweat were starting to pop out all over me when I heard the door slide open. My heart pounded in my chest. I turned back over and gave Jack what I thought was a casual look.

He set a glass of orange juice on the table and sat down opposite me. He was wearing loose swimming shorts and nothing else. He lifted his glass and took a sip, all the time letting his sleepy eyes roam over my body. I suppressed a wriggle and picked up my sun-glasses and slipped them on.

I felt safe behind the dark lenses, and smiled at Jack. "Mornin', bro. Wassup."

"You are. I am. Actually, I'm surprised to see you here. What time do you have to go to work?"

"Sheila called and gave me the day off," I lied. "So I'm not going anywhere."

"Cool," he replied, and lay back on the lounge chair.

I was ready to set my plan in motion, though the thought of it sent nervous little trills racing over me. I took a deep breath, which pushed my boobs hard against my tiny top, and leaned back on the chaise. Through the dark shade of my sun-glasses, I watched Jack's eyes drink me in. I stretched my arms up over my head and grasped the top of the chaise. My body elongated to its maximum, my spine bending as my tits and hips strained at the tiny bikini. 

Jack shifted in his chair and looked away, but seconds later his eyes were back on me. He cleared his throat and asked, "So that bikini. Did you buy that with Mom yesterday?"

"Yeah. You like it?"

Jack cleared his throat again and answered, "Sure. It looks great on you."

I let my hands flutter down over my breasts and pulled at the top, as if re-positioning it to cover me, but at the same time exposing yet more skin. "It's kind of small. I'm not sure I could wear it anyplace but here on the deck." Through my shades, I was watching him watching me. Even in the bright sunlight, I saw color rising along his cheeks, and his hand slid off the arm-rest to lie beside what was a definite bulge in his lap. 

I decided to push the envelope. I let my thighs hang open and slipped my hand down to run over the little piece of cloth covering my pussy. "I couldn't even wear it at all if I hadn't shaved."

My fingers danced around the bare skin at my waist, then flowed up behind my neck, where they tugged at the knot of my top. I looked over at Jack and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I usually sun-bathe topless." I sat up enough that I could reach the strings tied behind my back. They fell loose, and I pulled the top away and laid it on ground next to my chaise. I couldn't believe what I was doing. My heart was thudding so hard I was sure Jack could hear it. I lay back into the chaise and watched Jack through my shades.

He sat there a minute, watching my boobs rise and fall. My nipples stood up proudly, so distended it would have hurt if it didn't feel so good. "Yeah, I can see. You've got a nice even tan." He ogled me and asked, "Only topless?"

I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Jack was getting into it. "Well, OK, sometimes bottomless. But only if there's nobody around."

"So you couldn't do it now. With me here, I mean."

I pushed my sun-glasses up onto my head and put on a shocked look as I stared at him. "What are you thinking? You're my brother." My big, handsome year-older brother. If he wasn't going to talk me out of the little bit of clothes I still had on, I'd have to do it for him.

Jack's eyes traveled over my breasts and my hardened nipples before landing on the join between my wide-spread legs. His hand brushed briefly over the tent in his shorts.

I was having some trouble catching my breath, but I gulped in enough air to say, "Well, I'd like to, actually. If you weren't here..." I let my sentence drift away. I realized I was holding the breath I'd just pulled in.

Jack stood from his chair and turned away from me. Air rushed from my lungs in despair as I thought he was going inside. Then his thumbs were in the waist-band of his shorts and he was pulling them down. He bent down to kick them off, and his trim buns poked out at me. I saw his tan and realized with a shock that he'd been doing some bottomless sun-bathing, too.

He turned and sank back onto his chaise, his cock bobbing as he moved and then standing up straight from his thighs and twitching as he sat down. He tried a grin, half confident, half unsure of what he was getting into. "That make it easier for you?"

Oh, yeah, Jack was into it. I just sat there as in a dream, watching his beautiful cock bob up and down between his legs. I was squeezing my thighs together, floating, feeling the delicious wetness spread over me, when Jack's voice came through to me.

"Yo, Kathy. You there?"

My eyes fixed on his cock, I loosened the ties at the side of my bikini bottom and tossed it aside. I heard his intake of air, and looked over at him. He was staring at my bald pussy, and I felt my lips open wider under his gaze. It seemed like this game had been turned around on me, and now it was Jack playing me.

I suddenly didn't care whose game this was anymore, and stared boldly into his eyes. My fingers flickered over my erect nipples before they slid down to glide over my pussy-lips. I'd never been so wet and aroused, and I looked at Jack looking at me while my hands played in my lap. 

His fingers were drumming on the arms of his chair, and I knew he was having trouble keeping them off his cock. That was something I could take care of, and I leaned up and off my chaise and crept between his thighs. When my right hand closed around his hardness, I almost came. I looked down and saw a blob of clear liquid ooze out his raging red head and spread across my fingers. I held him tight and looked into his eyes. 

What I saw there was a mixture of lust and uncertainty. He must have seen the same thing in mine. His eyes squeezed shut, but opened again as I scooted up and positioned myself over him. "Kathy, are you sure...?" he asked me even as his hands clamped onto my breasts. 

I'd never had sex before, but I was as sure of this as anything in my life. I rubbed his fat cock-head against my pussy, feeling its soft thickness glide through my wet lips. I sat down on him and pushed. I briefly wondered about pain, but only felt the most intense pleasure as he filled me. As if my mind and body were in slow motion, I registered every millimeter of penetration. I grabbed Jack's hands and crushed them to my breasts as I sank onto him. I looked down and saw the last of him disappear inside me as the first spasms tore through me. I'd come often enough before, stroking my pussy and clit in my bedroom, but this was something entirely new. Jack's cock touched every cell inside me, and as I gasped and shuddered, it swelled in me even more. I pressed down against his thrusting hips and felt the warm gush of his ejaculation.

When I looked down at Jack, we both burst into giggles as the final tension eased out of us. I snuggled against him, and his warm lips brushed my ear. 

"Hey, Kath."

"Hey, Jack."

"What else you got in that bag?"