0 comments/ 311322 views/ 33 favorites On My Sister's Head By: Red_Writer Author’s note: This story takes the slow approach to sibling romance. Anyone looking for a quick stroke will be disappointed. As always, comments and feedback are appreciated. Also – Wanted: Prolific author seeks literate editor(s). If you would like to assist in proofreading/editing stories before submission, please send me an e-mail informing me of your e-mail address and any preferences. Full credit will be given and I pride myself on being easy to work with. Now … on to the story! * * * * * “Come on, little brother,” my gorgeous sister told me. She was lying on her stomach on my bed, looking all soft and sensuous. That’s how I knew how badly she wanted me to do it. “Why should I?” I asked her playfully, sitting across from her in a chair. I knew my sister Devon. She was such a tease. As soon as I gave her what she wanted, she’d be singing her own tune and not mine. “You’ll do it because you’re the best brother in the whole world,” she smiled seductively and leaned forward, giving me a good look down her deep cleavage. Devon used her hand and threaded her silky brunette hair behind that small, lovely ear of hers, then tossed it over her shoulder. It was a sexy move she usually did unconsciously. This time though, she did it because she knew it made her tits bounce. “If I’m so great, why won’t you give me what I really want?” I asked earnestly. Devon pursed out her full, sexy lips in a girlish pout. She looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. Then, as though she didn’t even realize what she was doing, her right hand dropped and her fingertips lightly caressed the swell of her bosom. When I sighed loudly, she giggled, acknowledging what she had been consciously doing to me. “You know why we can’t do what you want,” she whispered softly. Lately though, when our conversations came around to this subject - as they always did - Devon sounded more contemplative, more philosophical. I took that as a good sign. I was wearing her down, getting her to think about it. “Tell me again, sis. Why is it we shouldn’t do what we both obviously want to do?” I asked her soberly. Devon sat up then, suddenly more demure. Whenever our conversations turned serious, she couldn’t tease me. It just didn’t seem right. “We can’t because it’s incest. You know that,” she said soothingly. “And, don’t project onto me. You obviously want it. I never said I did.” At twenty, Devon was going to City College majoring in psychology. She tried to psychoanalyze everything now. “I don’t care what you call it, Devon. I know it’s right for you and me. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” “I know, Denni,” my big sister said sighing, frustrated herself. That’s always the way these discussions ended up lately. With both of us frustrated. Devon gave me a devilish smile, as if trying to head the frustration off at the pass. “If you’re gonna try to talk your way into my pants all day, we might as well be hiking on the trail when you do it, little bud,” she grinned. “Come on! It’s spring! I gotta go hiking today! You know Mom would freak if I went by myself.” A girl had been assaulted on the hiking trails last fall. The guy was caught and put in jail, but still, Mom was spooked and rightfully so. Devon was a beautiful girl, 5’7” and very curvy. Even though she was athletic, she still had a very feminine figure. I didn’t want her out alone either, even though I’m much more of a bookworm than a jock. “I’ll give you one free wish while we’re out,” she said, bribing me to do her a favor. It was a regular thing with us. How we got each other to do what we wanted. One free wish. Well, mine were free. Devon could ask or do anything she wanted. But there were always caveats to Devon’s ‘free wishes.’ She wouldn’t do anything overtly sexual or allow me to, but she would answer questions. Even sexual questions, if I framed them academically enough. I had found out she wasn’t a virgin that way. Indirectly, I also learned that she wasn’t pleased with the experience or any subsequent one. “OK, but let me put it in the bank,” I haggled. Wishes put in the bank were the most valuable. Then I could double them up and use them in tandem. “No way, bud. I learned my lesson about that,” she giggled. By saving up my wishes earlier this year I’d gotten Devon to first describe in academic terms her most frequent means of masturbation. Then combining a moment of her own personal weakness and my second wish, Devon admitted that she sometimes thought about me while she did it. “All right, sis,” I conceded. I had wanted to go with her anyway. I was just waiting to get my wish. “But you know I’ll have to think of something particularly devious now.” Devon rolled her eyes, but gave me a winning smile. She got what she wanted. We were getting out of the house on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. I got what I wanted. I’d be with Devon. “Change clothes,” she ordered brusquely and then bounded for the door. “See you downstairs in ten minutes.” “You don’t have to go, sis,” I told her retreating back in a familiar refrain. “Stick around and enjoy the show.” “No thanks, bud,” she teased me from the door. “Already seen enough little pricks in my day!” Then she laughed and bolted out the door. As I changed into my hiking duds, I considered again whether or not to just flash her one day and stop the ‘tiny penis’ jokes. My seven inches wasn’t huge, but it was nothing to sneeze at either. Downstairs, Devon and Mom were discussing our hike. She was telling our mother exactly where we would be and how long we would be gone. Mother was always the worrywart about her children’s safety. “Drink plenty of fluids, Devon,” Mom was telling her. “You just came off the flu last week. You can’t afford to be dehydrated.” Lots of fluids and out on the trail all afternoon. That had the makings of an interesting wish. “I can’t carry any more, Mama!” Devon told her. Sure enough, mother had packed Devon’s light rucksack full of bottled water. “I’ll carry more in mine,” I volunteered. “I can’t afford to get sick before the end of senior year.” Devon gave me the eye, trying to figure out my angle. We both had an unspoken agreement. Neither of us would knowingly rat out the other to our parents or use parental pressure to get what we wanted. But that wasn’t what I was up to. I was still within our unspoken rules, so she let me slide. “In fact, I think I need to have a drink before we go, sis,” I suggested for myself. “Looks a little warm out there today. I don’t want to sweat out.” “See,” our mother said to Devon. “Your brother’s talking sense. You have a drink too, girl.” As we drank a glass of water, Mom gave out all her typical last minute instructions. Neither one of us was really listening, though. I was still trying to figure out how to make my idea work. It had to be simply stated, but devious, too. “I want you both to drink plenty of fluids, dears,” Mom was saying as she wound down. “And don’t go out of your brother’s sight, Devon. I mean it! I’m still not convinced it’s safe up there.” I nudged Devon as though to tell her it was time to go. “I’ll make sure she stays close by, Mom,” I said wryly. I love my mom. Sometimes she makes life so much fun! When Devon started driving up into the hills, she turned briefly toward me and asked me what was up. “Just my wish, sis. I know what I want it to be now,” I told her. “OK, spill it,” she said, grinning in anticipation. “Just that I want you to do what Mom said. Literally,” I said, trying to sound casual. Devon considered, probably trying to remember exactly what Mom said. She should have known better. By now she knew what a schemer I could be. Or maybe she just didn’t see it. Finally Devon shrugged and said, “OK. I don’t get it, but OK.” When we got to the parking area by the trails, before we started walking, I reached into my own rucksack and drew out a bottle of water and handed it to my sister. “Naw,” she said dismissively. “I’m not thirsty yet.” “Part of the wish, sis,” I informed her. “Mom said to drink plenty of fluids.” Devon looked at me questioningly then broke out in a grin. She glanced up in the hills and I knew just what she was thinking. No bathrooms up there. “No problem, bud,” she chuckled mischievously. “But I think she said for us both to drink plenty.” It seems Devon was listening closer than I had counted on. Still, that wouldn’t affect my plans too much. “So she did, sis,” I said agreeably. “Guess I’ll have to match you swig for swig.” That ended up being just what I needed to make it work. Devon’s competitive nature flared up in her eyes. She took the proffered water and chugged down half the bottle. “Drink up, little brother,” she said, smiling impishly. I figured that I ought to have the bigger bladder because I was a guy. Taking the bottle from her, I gave my pretty sister a wink and chugged it down. Then, leaving the bottle behind on the bumper, Devon and I set out. It was a fantastic day and it was still early. There weren’t many people out, even for a Saturday. Best of all, my sister walked in front, setting the pace. Maybe she was still in tease mode, but for whatever reason, her hips were doing a very sexy sway as we walked up the hill. “Nice view! Don’tcha think, little brother?” she asked over her shoulder. “It’s just great from back here,” I replied and heard my sister giggle to confirm my thoughts. “Do you like to tease guys at school too, Devon?” I taunted her happily. “Just the nice ones,” she said laughing. “The ones I know are strong enough to take it.” “Nice guys!” I retorted a bit sarcastically. “That’s another label for, ‘Just abuse me,’ isn’t it?” “Not really,” she said thoughtfully. “Actually most women like to end up with the nice guy.” “But they don’t want to date them or fool around with them,” I said, expressing a bit too much frustration. Too often I’d been dismissed as the nice guy. “What’s the matter, little brother,” Devon asked, even turning around and walking backward to gently mock me more. “You not getting any these days?” “I guess none still qualifies as ‘not any’. So, the answer is, yes.” “Well, you’re still a growin’ boy,” Devon laughed as she turned back around. It was another of her favorite lines. No matter how old I got, I think Devon would always call me a ‘growin’ boy.’ I thought once I turned eighteen that she’d stop it. But, no way! “Besides,” she tossed back over her shoulder, “if you spent half as much time hustling girls your own age as you do me, you’d have a steady girl.” “You’re probably right, sis. If I find a girl my own age half as cute as you, I’ll give it a try.” She snorted derisively, but her bottom started swaying so outrageously it was a wonder she could walk. What do they say, ‘Nice guys walk around frustrated with a hard-on.’ Or something like that. We walked along for a while in silence. Devon slowed down a little and when the trail widened, she even let me come up alongside her. She held my hand as we walked side by side. It wasn’t really her being suggestive. We had always been close. The only thing that kept us from being closer these days was the sexual tension. “Let’s sit a bit,” I suggested after twenty minutes of walking uphill. Devon nodded, knowing I wasn’t as much of a jock as she was. As we sat, I pulled out another bottle and took several long pulls. Devon just smiled slyly and drank her share without complaint and comment. It was a nice spot we had chosen; a beautifully wooded part of the trail made complete by the presence of a beautiful girl. We sat quietly enjoying the moment and then Devon started to rise. She told me, “Don’t get up. I’m gonna step behind a bush - you rat - and get rid of some of this water.” I stood anyway and told her, “Don’t go far, sis. Another part of the wish. ‘Don’t get out of my sight.’” Devon looked at me blankly for a moment, trying to process what I had just told her. I took a sip of water and, giving my sister another playful wink, held out the water bottle to her. “No way, bud,” she said, smiling but insistent. “I’ve told you before, ‘No gropes! No peeks!’” “I know, sis,” I said agreeably. “I’m not trying to bend the rules. I won’t look. Not directly. But I want to be there, literally in sight. You did agree, remember?” “I didn’t agree to this, you perv,” she said laughing. “No way, little brother. You wouldn’t do that. Why should I?” “So if I do, you do?” I asked challengingly. “You’ve tried that tact before. Remember, ‘I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.’ I thought we grew out of that when we were kids,” she snickered. “Maybe you did,” I chuckled. “And it was you that initiated all that before. I was so young I don’t even remember it.” “At least one of us got it out of our systems,” she giggled. “I saw enough back then, anyway. You haven’t grown another one, have you?” “No,” I admitted. “But the one I have has grown a bit.” “Yeah! I’ve heard that before!” she cackled. “Are you game, sis?” I said, turning slightly askew and pulling down my zipper. “Or are you chicken?” I clucked and flapped my arms like wings, looking up and down the trail to make sure no one was coming. “OK, tough guy,” Devon said, putting on her game face. “Let’s see if you have the gonads.” “Oh, so now you want to look,” I said, mocking like I was gonna turn around. “Oh, please!” she laughed. I stayed turned a bit away and gingerly pulled out my semi-erect penis. The near-sexual situation had left me stimulated most of the afternoon. Now, exposing myself out in the woods with my big sister standing right over my shoulder, I tried to relax and let my stream flow. Only it didn’t want to work that way. I hadn’t really counted on this. Stage fright! Devon giggled under her breath and then started to hum nonsensically. “Be patient,” I said, almost cracking up with laughter at the irony. “We could always let you go first.” “Maybe you should drink more water,” my sister said, chuckling and enjoying my embarrassment. Then, in an absurd voice, she asked, “Is that someone I hear coming this way?” But the woods were quiet all around us, so I breathed deeply, trying to concentrate. Finally, a weak trickle started. As my tension eased somewhat, the flow became stronger and steadier. “My! My! Such natural talent,” Devon chuckled softly. Still, I thought I could hear the tension in her voice. I arched the flow of clear, warm urine more to the side of me where it would be more visible to her, then I waved it around with a flourish. She gasped, then giggled gently. “Didn’t know you were such a showoff!” she whispered. It was so quiet as my flow sputtered out that all we could hear was the splattering on the leaves and our own heavy breathing. I made a show of shaking off the last few drops and then zipping up my fly. “Your turn now,” I smiled and said, feeling pretty relieved and, oddly, a little proud. Devon frowned, then cracked a smile and said, “Sorry, I don’t have to go just yet.” “No problem,” I said, taking out another bottle. “You will sooner or later.” I took several healthy gulps, sighing with refreshment after each one. Then I handed the bottle to my big sister. “OK, brother dear,” she said, starting to sip the water as she headed back down the trail in the direction we came. “Woh, sis!” I said loudly to her. When I got her attention, I pointed up the trail in the other direction and said, “I’m going this way, I know you’ll want to stay in sight.” Then I turned and started walking, smiling at myself when I heard Devon stomp her foot in a huff. Soon I heard her scurrying to catch up. My sister was wily, but fair. I’m sure she’d come up with some other way to try to convince me to let her off the hook and still keep her word. She’d try. I’d try everything I could think of to stop her. I was surprised when Devon pulled me up short so quickly. “You’re not gonna let me out of this easy, are you?” she asked after she pulled me around to face her. Devon was squirming anxiously. Apparently she had to go more than she was letting on before. “I can’t think of any reason I should,” I smiled widely at her, knowing when to apply the pressure while I had her over the barrel. “OK, I’ll do it, you freako,” she said, giggling nervously. “But you have to turn your head for just a minute so I can get my shorts off. I don’t want to be trying to keep you from seeing and keep them from getting wet at the same time.” “So if I turn around, you’ll pull you’re shorts off altogether?” I asked incredulous. “What’s the trick?” “I’ll hold them in front as a screen,” she acknowledged blushing just a bit. It would probably work just like she planned, too. They were hiking shorts with big, wide legs. “Fair enough, I guess,” I conceded. It was better to let her do that than to figure out something more complicated and less revealing. We stepped off the trail a little farther until she nodded that we’d gone far enough. Devon turned me around, but I reminded her not to go too far. I’d stand right here as long as she didn’t go more than twenty feet or so. “No trees or bushes either, you cheater,” I snickered. “In plain view, just like me.” “But you got to stand up,” she snickered. “That’s not fair.” “Don’t blame me for that. I didn’t design your plumbing,” I cackled. “Besides, some girls do it standing up. I saw a whole website devoted to it on the Internet once.” “That figures, you perv,” she laughed softly. “You probably look up all kinds of things on the Internet.” “Finished yet?” I asked her, glancing over my shoulder. “You’re taking long enough.” “OK, turn around, I guess,” she said, sighing. She had squatted down and was turned facing me, as though she wanted to keep an eye on what I did. Her shorts were situated across her knees to provide an effective screen though, just as she had planned. “I mostly read stories,” I said lightly, trying to ease the tension. When she smiled and shook her head, I stated the obvious, “Mostly incest stories, of course.” “You’ve got a one-track mind, little brother,” she guffawed. “Interesting, I’ve never heard it called a track before. A slit and a crack, yes, but not a track,” I said smiling at my own wit. “Now that’s just crude, little brother,” Devon stated flatly, not appreciating my humor. “I suppose it was,” I conceded. “But I’m just a man. I need to be civilized by a good woman.” “That’s a girlfriend’s job, not a sister’s,” she said, then sighed in frustration. “Notice I’m not laughing at you and making snide remarks because you can’t go, don’t you?” I asked, trying to keep the hilarious grin I felt inside out of my voice. “That’s pretty civilized.” It got quiet, accept for an occasional soft, muffled grunt from my straining sister. Eventually, I heard a tinkle on the leaves, then a more forceful rushing flow. Devon rocked back on her haunches a bit and sighed, mildly enjoying the physical sensation of releasing her distended bladder. She was doing a fine job of hiding herself from me. I was looking right at her and couldn’t really see a thing. But, it was interesting to note that my normally bold sister wouldn’t look me in the eye. Her urine flowed between her feet and began to pool up not quite a yard before her. She probably couldn’t see that, though I’m sure it would have embarrassed her even more than she was already. Finally, after a long nervous while, Devon finished and did something underneath her shield to straighten herself up. “OK, turn around so I can put my shorts back on,” she said, relieved to almost be done. “Who said anything about that?” I asked innocently. “I just agreed to turn around so you could take them off.” “Oh. You’re just being a snit, now. You might as well turn. I’m well covered by my panties. They’re almost as big as swimsuit trunks. You’ll see nothing you haven’t seen before.” On My Sister's Head “All the more reason to stay turned this way,” I said smoothly. “I’ve seen flashes anyway, when you teased me.” “I never have,” she said, chuckling indignantly. “I’ve let you look down my top, but just a bit. And maybe shown a bit of leg. But never panties.” “Then you’ll have to learn to sit more modest, sis. You flash them quite a lot,” I snickered. “You little rat,” she snorted. “You ought not be looking anyway.” “A beautiful girl like you, sis?” I snorted. “The Pope would look.” “Ha!” she snorted back. As the quiet settled, I threw out a comment just to fill the dead air. “Dad looks,” I said nonchalantly. “No way,” Devon said, finally getting up her gumption and raising to her feet and quickly turning away. She had on gray fleece colored panties. They were a bikini cut, skimpier than Devon had let on. Because she had turned around, I got a nice, quick look of them stretched out as though they had been painted on her beautiful posterior. Instant erection! Swing! “And Dad doesn’t look,” she said, stomping her feet as she snapped up the waistband of her shorts. “He loves you just as much as me, maybe more,” I conceded. “But he’s also a man. Believe me, he looks. I’ve seen him. He’d do more too, if he thought he could get away with it.” “You’re nuts,” she said, a little miffed at me. “Dad’s never been anything but a gentleman.” “That’s because he probably thinks Mom would have his nuts. Catch him when they’re not together and flirt with him the way you do me and see how he responds. That’s the only way to prove your theory,” I told her. “Yeah! I’ll do that when you get the guts to hit on Mom the way you hit on me,” she laughed, the bitterness leeching out of her voice. “OK, you have a deal. I’ll flirt with Mom and then you have to flirt at least as much with Dad. Agreed?” “No, I didn’t! Oh, you sure know how to twist things up. You ought to be a lawyer, little brother.” “Or a psychologist, I’m thinking,” I said smartly. “Specializing in family counseling.” “More like abnormal adolescent behavior,” she said snidely. Then she smiled at me, assuring herself that her wit had made us even. “Nice panties you have on, sis,” I said, warmly complementary. “It’s not nice to force women into awkward situations, brother dear,” Devon said pedantically. She was right, of course. I nodded, acknowledging her point. “So instruct me on a better way,” I suggested. “I want to convince you of my sincerity and true affection. Show me the better way.” Devon’s eyes got warm and her look softened. She stepped forward and raised one hand to lightly stroke my cheek. “How about just being my nice, little brother again?” she asked earnestly. “Did you ever once consider sleeping with your nice little brother?” I asked, equally as earnestly. “No, that’s not what brothers are for,” she said, exasperated. I took her hand, again with no ulterior motive, and began walking back toward the trail. “Why can’t that be what brothers are for?” I asked Devon reasonably. “No one you’ve ever dated or slept with has loved you as much as me. Did any of them treat you better than you think I would?” “Not really,” she conceded. “Mostly they just lost interest after they got what they wanted. Or they got territorial and thought that just because we had some fun that I was THEIR woman.” “See, there you go,” I stated gently. “I’m not going to lose interest. I think you know how persistent I can be. And I know you don’t belong to me. This would last just until one of us meets the spouse of our dreams.” “Unless you wanted to fool around with me even after,” I chuckled. “You are so bad, little brother,” Devon laughed at me. We started walking again uphill, away from the car. After about half a mile, I took a moment and retrieved another water bottle, this time from Devon’s rucksack. “Aw, come on,” Devon laughed unbelieving. “Haven’t you had your fun?” “Mom said plenty of fluids,” I said seriously. “If you’re nice to me, and don’t treat me like I’m a freak for having normal, masculine desires, I may turn my back and let you have some space next time.” We shared a drink out of the same water bottle. First her, then me, the way that I preferred. I know it’s crazy, but drinking after her was almost like sharing a kiss. “I don’t think you’re a freak, Denni,” my sister said softly as we stood in a wooded glade sharing water together. “Sometime I talk that way because…” I waited for her to finish until finally she said, “Just because. Let’s leave it at that.” “Let me finish then, at the risk of putting words in your mouth,” I said. “You protest because you think that if you don’t, we will.” Devon nodded. I took her hand again, and we started up the path. “And would that really be so bad?” I asked softly as we walked slowly along. “That I should be allowed to hold you and make love to you like I’ve always dreamed of doing. That we should be able to learn from each other what physical love can really be?” “No, that doesn’t sound bad at all. But it’s just not supposed to be like that,” Devon said flatly. “Yeah, and a girl’s first time isn’t supposed to be with someone that doesn’t love her,” I said, perhaps a little bitterly. We were quiet for a time. I knew I’d overstepped my bounds. I didn’t know enough about Devon’s first time to really make that assessment. “You’re right about that one,” my sister said, bitterness coming to her voice, too. The she mumbled very low, “I wish it had been you instead of the guy I chose.” “I wish it had been me, too,” I said sympathetically. “But hey, one of us is still a virgin.” Devon laughed wearily. Perhaps she was finally being worn down by my persistence. “So, you want me to save you from making my mistakes?” she asked, chuckling with irony as she said it. “What’s the equivalent of a guy with a three inch dick that shoots off before he can barely get it in? In female terms?” “I guess the tease that gets a guy all worked up, tells him goodnight, and then tells her girlfriends the next day what a dork he was.” We walked silently for a while before Devon said, “Sorry I asked.” We walked without talking for another ten minutes. I saw the look in her eye when she glanced my way - a look of pity. That wasn’t what I was after. “Look, Devon,” I told her, forcing my voice to be cheery, which wasn’t all that hard to do holding hands and walking along with a gorgeous girl. “I know I’m a bit of a dork. No wait, let me finish. I’m not a jock or real popular like you were. But I also know I have a lot to offer. Even though I’m not a brain, I’m smarter than most of the guys in my class. More importantly, I know I can make the right girl happy. I know I’d make a damn good boyfriend for the right girl. I just haven’t found one yet that I wanted to spend as much time with as I want to spend with you. I guess growing up with you has spoiled me. I have high standards.” “There’s a lot of great girls out there, little brother,” Devon encouraged me. “You just have to look around.” “You mean I have to settle,” I said darker than I intended. “That’s what nice guys do. Right?” “I didn’t say that, Denni,” she groaned, frustrated by my attitude. “I know you didn’t, Dev,” I murmured. No wonder I didn’t have a girlfriend. I can’t even keep a conversation with my sister on track without getting morose occasionally. We walked quietly for a while and the mood slowly lifted. Devon put her arm around my shoulders for a bit, giving me the big sister cheer-up-routine. It was a nice day to be out with her. I think we both enjoyed it, too. My big sister’s naturally breezy attitude began to affect my own and soon I was appreciating the exercise and the view around me more again. Stopping briefly, I pulled Devon into a brotherly hug to let her know I appreciated her. Even after I let her go, though, my sister didn’t pull back. Her hand reached up, caressing my cheek with her palm and the lobe of my ear with her fingertips. “You would make some girl a great boyfriend, you know,” she said intently. Then she leaned forward gently and Devon’s incredibly soft lips brushed against mine for just a fraction of a second. Her eyes sparkled for a moment, then she gave me her own quick, teasing wink. “Come on, little bro,” she squealed, taking my hand and rushing up the path at a lope. “Let’s get to the top of this hill and take a break.” I followed her quick, frenetic pace and soon we had reached some spot that Devon was apparently heading for. She walked off the path for several minutes and soon we reached an outcropping with a flat rock on the hillside that overlooked a wide vista. We could see the green valley laid out before us. My sister shucked her pack off as I looked around, for once overcome by the scenery around me instead of just the natural beauty of the company I was with. “Great spot, sis.” I told her, returning her ear-to-ear grin. “I never knew you could see so far up here.” “Not many people do,” she said, ecstatic to be sharing something wonderful. “I like to sit up here whenever I come and I’ve never seen anyone else, even on crowded days.” I wondered why she had emphasized that, but shrugged it off as I sat down on the outcropping next to her. Devon scooted in a little closer and her arm slipped around my waist briefly. “Grab one of those water bottles,” she said with mischief in her eyes. “Mom said we had to drink plenty of fluids, remember?” I laughed aloud. My sister always did have a knack of turning the tables on me. Most of the time, she was so nice about it, I didn’t even end up minding. She made a show of drinking a lot of fluids again, then smoothly challenged me to follow her lead. She brought out a snack of trail mix for us to munch on too, which only seemed to make us thirstier. We leaned back on the rock outcropping, shoulder to shoulder. “Before, when we kissed on the trail,” I said softly. “That was real nice.” “Yes, it was,” Devon said just as softly, looking off into the distance, avoiding eye contact. “It wasn’t out of pity or anything, was it?” I asked hopefully. “No, it wasn’t,” she whispered as she turned to me. Then she leaned over once more and softly kissed me again. I tried to return the kiss even deeper, but every ounce of pressure seemed to make Devon back away. Finally, I just relaxed and accepted my sister’s gentle intimacy for however much she was willing to give. Which ended up being more than I expected. As soon as I relaxed, Devon’s small, moist tongue crept into my mouth until just the very tips of our tongues danced lightly against one another. It was the most incredibly erotic moment of my life. My gorgeous, wonderful sister was actually initiating intimacy. It was as if I was on the top of the world, ready to ascend into heaven. Too soon, Devon’s long, tenderly smoldering kiss ended. She leaned back on her arms again, smiling smugly as her nimble tongue flicked out as if to tease me as she moistened her lips. “Wow!” was about the wittiest reaction I could manage. My big sister leaned back more and raised her face to the sun, smiling. “I’ll go with that,” she whispered so low I could barely hear her. “Wow!” I knew better than to pressure her for anything else. As far as I was concerned, the day was a wild success right now. Not that I wouldn’t jump for joy if she wanted to do anything else. As I was thinking that, Devon snickered, amused at some thought that crossed her mind. When she did it again, I knew she really wanted me to ask, so I did. “OK. What’s so funny,” I said, smiling broadly, feeling wonderful. “I can’t tell you,” she teased, looking over at me with one eye closed, ostensibly to keep out the glare. Damn, she was beautiful. So beautiful she made my heart ache, sometimes. Like just then. “You’ll just think it’s weird,” she said, chuckling to herself. “It’ll ruin your whole image of me as your pure, devoted sister.” “Now I know you’re messing with me,” I chided her, laughingly. “Fess up now, or I’ll have to tickle it out of you.” “I was just thinking,” she continued, ignoring my hollow threat. “I’ve always wondered what you guys look like when you do it.” “What? Masturbate?” I asked, incredulous. Devon broke out laughing loudly. Her amusement was so infectious that I joined in too, even though I knew she was laughing at me. Finally, when she finished chuckling, she turned to me with a huge grin and said intriguingly, “No, I know how that’s done, little bother. I’ve always wondered what you guys look like doing it. Standing up.” I still know what she was talking about, so she flushed with embarrassment and finally spelled it out. “Peeing,” she explained, turning as red as I’d ever seen her. “Oh! That!” I said, grinning back at her. “Well, I can help you there, sis. If you really want.” “That’s part of it,” she said, then flushing again, turned away briefly. When she looked back, she had another impish look, even under her embarrassment. “At school this winter, a group of us girls saw these guys. They were writing their names in the snow, if you know what I mean. Typical adolescent males! But I’ve thought about it since. Kind of a quirky fantasy. Holding a guys … penis … and doing that while he peed.” I grinned, amazed at my fun-loving sister. It was just the sort of goofy thing she’d want to do. Standing up, I patted my lower stomach with a huge grin and told her, “I think I might have enough for you to get to ‘N’.” She howled, almost choking as she laughed. “I didn’t mean literally, you goof,” she giggled. “I just want to wave it around while you go.” “Whatever floats your boat,” I said wittily. Well, not too witty, but it was the only illusion to water I could think of at the moment. Devon walked up behind me and put her head against my back, her cheek between my shoulder blades. With her hands on my hips, she said jauntily, “Let me know when to grab ahold.” I didn’t know how this was going to work! As I unzipped and hauled out my penis, I mentally sighed with relief that the sexy talk and situation had left me partially erect. That would make it harder to actually piss, though. “OK, I guess,” I said, unsure of myself. “I just thought I had stage fright before, though.” “Just relax, little brother,” Devon said softy, her mouth getting closer to my ear. Her hands reached around in front of my body and fumbled around momentary until she took my cock tentatively in her grasp. “Hmm, can’t call you little brother any more,” she whispered sensually in my ear, causing my dick to jump in her hands. “If you really do want me to pee, you’ll have to stop talking like that,” I warned her, chuckling nervously. “I can’t go with a boner and it’s hard enough to keep from having one with you touching me.” “Think about puppies,” my big sister giggled, hugging herself to me as she kept her hand still wrapped around my penis. “Anything that’s not sexy like that. Or waterfalls - that’s it! A big gushing waterfall flowing millions and millions of gallons.” Whether it was the image of waterfalls she put in my mind or just the desire to please her, I was able to relax enough to start urinating. I had enough pressure built up to produce a big stream, arching down the hillside proudly before me. Devon hooted and peered over my shoulder. She began waving the stream from side to side, making a game of a simple biological function. It was fun to please her, and I enjoyed the sexual undertones of what we were doing immensely. I wanted her to keep my cock in her hands, to jack me erect and hold me against her all day out here in the open air and the sun. It didn’t last too long though, especially since I was trying to showboat and put a lot of pressure and arc behind it. Soon enough, my flow started to peter out, so to speak. “You have to finish it off right, you know,” I said, grinning back at her. “After it stops, give it a shake before you tuck it in. Not too hard, though! It’s not a sausage!” “Kinda feels like one,” she said giggling. Jiggling her hand tentatively, she asked, “How many shakes is enough?” “About ten minutes worth,” I told her. “You rat!” she chuckled, withdrawing her hand to slap me gently about my shoulders. I tucked myself in before turning around to face her. We stood around a moment, both of us unsure about what the next step might be or how far to take it. “What do we do for an encore?” I finally asked, more to put my thoughts into words than anything else. “Well, I still have to go,” Devon whispered, her eyes flashing impishly. She reached for the zipper of her shorts and slowly drug it down. “Stand right over there,” she said, indicating a place. “I didn’t really ‘see’ you, so I only think that’s fair.” She dropped her shorts to her feet and, with a nimble flick of her ankle, they flew up into the air and she caught then easily. That left her standing in front of me, a mere ten feet or so, with just those tiny gray panties below her waist. Devon sat down on the outcropping, sitting canted to the side so I couldn’t see between her legs. Then, biting her lower lip and with her hands between her thighs, she breathed deeply and concentrated. Soon enough, a wet stream arched away from her as well; not as far or as high as mine had been, but amazing nonetheless! It was a very erotic sight, playful and imaginatively done. I couldn’t really see a thing except the stream of urine. Even though I’d never have thought I’d be turned on by such a thing, I found myself getting harder and harder. Devon didn’t last very long either. I guess she was showing off, too. She had a look of relief in her eyes and perhaps a touch of excitement as well. “Well, what do you think, brother dear?” she said proudly. I couldn’t praise her ingenuity and daring nearly enough. And also, I was very turned on. So I found myself saying what I really wanted to say. Probably what I wouldn’t have said if I had thought about it. “I think I’d like to clean you up.” Devon threw her head back and shivered slightly before returning her gaze to me. “We really shouldn’t,” she whispered hoarsely. “But I’d really love to,” I told her. “And I wouldn’t ask for anything else.” “I know,” she said, sighing sensually. I could see her hand. Her arm really, because her hands were still between her thighs. Her arm looked like her hand was moving in little circles. So I kept quiet and just watched her, wondering if she realized she was toying with herself in front of me. “Oh, come on then,” she said in frustration as she turned her legs toward me. “But don’t you ever make me regret this. Not if you ever want to speak to me again.” “I swear I won’t sis,” kneeling down between her legs. Devon had her hands still covering herself up. When I moved closer, she moved her hands out slightly, allowing me to glimpse the thin gray fabric that still blocked her from my view. Leaning further, I breathed in deeply, taking the scent of my sister deep into my lungs. “Can I move it aside?” I pleaded softly. “The crotch of your panties?” “Let me do it,” she said quickly. “Just keep your hands away. I’m nervous enough as it is.” “It’s OK, baby,” I moaned and whispered as she drew the curtains back on her glory. “I love you, Devon. I always will.” Her pubic hair was black and had a silky look, just like her normal hair did. She was just showing me the top of her mound really, but as I leaned in and began to lick, she drew the side of her panties back even more, dragging it out of the way. She tasted salty and a little acrid at first, probably more from her perspiration than anything else. As my tongue delved lower and deeper, the taste got better and better. She was damp and the smell wafting up from her was heady. On My Sister's Head Devon moaned, placing her hand on the back of my head, she drew me gently closer. She leaned back. As she did I moved in closer, wrapping my hands under her thighs and then up to stroke her stomach. She liked that so much that she leaned back even more, eventually lying flat on the rock outcropping and then lifted her legs up and onto my back. Now there was no pretense whatsoever. I was eating out my beautiful sister! Her moisture flowed on my tongue, coating her vaginal lips and hard, swollen clitoris. I took my time, trying to be thorough and gentle all at once while knowing in my heart how clumsy from inexperience my efforts must be. She thrust her hips tamely up against my tongue, moaning as her rocking brought my nose in contact with her inflamed button. With that reaction, I began to concentrate my efforts on her clit. When I did, Devon pushed my hands down further, hoarsely whispering, “Give me a finger.” Still on my knees before her, I brought one hand below, reaching forward to caress the warm, wet furrow of my sister’s sex. Devon moaned and bucked her hips, giving me the timing and excuse to slide my finger deep inside her aching pussy. My sister squeezed me with her thighs, raising her pretty buttocks off the rock as she strained up to press against my tongue. I pushed my finger deeper, more insistent, until she groaned intensely and her climax washed over her. Her flavor oozed out in spurts just as Devon was pushing my face even tighter toward her middle. I lapped furiously as I continued actively oscillating my joyful digit in and out of my sister’s slick, ecstatic hole. When Devon slumped and her fingers combed themselves into my hair, I looked up into my loving sister’s grateful eyes. I just sat there looking up at her, knowing this outcropping would be my favorite place in the world from now on. “You’re pretty good at that,” she said wistfully. “At your service, night and day,” I offered, trying to be witty and truthful at the same time. “We’ll see,” she said, shushing me away and letting her panties snap back to cover herself once more. Sitting up, she asked, “Now, what can we do for you, Mister?” “You don’t have to do anything, sis. I’m content,” I lied. “Well, I’m not,” she announced, motioning me to stand before her. Devon’s head came to just at my waist. She unzipped me, nonchalant, then tugged my shorts and briefs until they pooled at my feet. I was hard, my cock already bouncing in the light breeze. She gasped as it appeared before her, stiff and ardent, aching for her touch. Leaning forward, the first point of contact was my swollen gland on the flat of my sister’s moist tongue. Watching my cock slide slowly into her eager mouth, my balls twitched. I groaned aloud, wanting desperately to begin thrusting in and out. Somehow, my lovely sister anticipated my need. She wrapped one hand deep along the base of my shaft and put the other to work firmly grasping my butt cheek. Then, she set up the most agonizingly gentle rocking motion between me and her, allowing the first three inches or so of my prick to glide slowly and slickly in and out of her wet mouth. I closed my eyes and twined my fingers into Devon’s silky hair. As my sister speeded up our sweet motion, I felt the sexual tension and pressure building in my gut, glowing warm like a fire. The flames rose, quickly burning outward until I was almost beyond control. “Almost, Dev!” I wheezed as a spasm wracked my middle and I tried to force it back. Every second was a battle to hold on. I was bound to lose, but the fight was glorious! Devon pulled off just at the last second. Her hand pumped madly for an instant; quick, sharp pumps near the top of my gland. Semen spurted in a fine, high arc up and over my sister’s shoulder. It was the first I noticed that she had deftly shifted position. She pumped smartly up and down six times as I gave half as many corresponding spurts. Then she quickly engulfed me again, taking the last, gentler spasms into her eager mouth. We swayed together on that hilltop vista, two siblings joined together by our lust and love. Devon suckled me, eventually taking my whole cock into her mouth as I grew softer. It was comforting, holding her tight about my middle. We could never go back, I knew. Nor would I ever want to. Swaying in the light, hilltop breeze, I felt more relaxed than I’d felt in years. Looking down at her, combing her hair with my hands, I silently renewed my vow to her. Devon would never regret what we’d done together. I swore it on everything that was beautiful to me. I swore it on my sister’s head. Author’s note: I’d be interested in feedback on the slow approach to this story. 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