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The Wrong Movie

By: VertigoJ



“Danny!” Rachael yelled, gazing in horror at the television. She turned to her brother with fury in her eyes. “You dirty little bastard!” She lunged forward on the couch and started hitting him around the arms. “I can’t believe you rented a porno!”

“I— ow! Stop it!” Danny did his best to try to block the blows his sister was landing on him with shocking frequency. “Ow! Stop hitting me.”

Rachael relented for the moment, lowering her fist and glaring irately at her brother. “You rented a porno you sick pervert!”

“I didn’t know,” Danny protested, flinching back as his sister raised her clenched fist again.

“Yeah right!” she snapped.

“I swear - I didn’t know it was porn. Look at the cover.” He pointed at the DVD cover resting on the floor beside the television, his other arm still hovering protectively around his face, ready to deflect any further blows.

Rachel continued to glare at him through narrowed eyes. Eventually her suspicion abated and she glanced towards the discarded cover. She stood up and crossed the room to pick it up. She fixed it with the same narrow-eyed gaze she’d used on her brother.

“Sleepless in Seattle,” she read out, then turned to look, now with curious distrust, at Danny. “Why did you rent this?”

Danny shrugged. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I’ve seen it before.”

“I know.”

Rachael narrowed her eyes even further. “Why would you borrow a movie that I like and you don’t?”

“I never said I didn’t like it.”

“But it wouldn’t be your first choice.”

“Well…no.”

“So why’d you get it?”

“I told you: I thought you’d like it.”

Still, Rachael’s expression oozed suspicion. Was she expecting him to have planted a bomb inside the cover? “You rented a movie for me…even though you wanted something else?”

“Ah…I guess so.”

“Why would you do that?”

Danny shrugged. “I was being nice.”

“Nice?” Rachael exclaimed. “You’re never nice to me.”

“That’s not true,” Danny protested.

“Oh, yeah,” Rachael replied, walking back to the couch and sitting down. “What about the other night when I was going out with my friends and you told me my skirt made my ass look big?” She fixed him with a penetrating gaze.

“I said that?” Danny inquired.

“Yes!”

“Well, I say a lot of things. You don’t have to take them all so seriously.”

“So you didn’t mean it?” Rachael asked, her voice losing its edge.

Danny raised his eyebrows and pretended to hesitate in a definite attempt to irritate his sister. “Well, I…”

Rachael leapt forward, her body crushing Danny’s against the couch. Danny leaned back, his head on the armrest, and stared up at her. Rachael seized his wrists. “See!” she exclaimed. “You’re so mean to me.”

“I was kidding!”

Rachael’s eyes narrowed dubiously. “Were you really?”

“Yes!”

“Promise?”

“Yes!”

Rachael’s eyes narrowed further. “You better be telling the truth,” she said, and rolled off him. Danny took a deep breath and sat up straight, his ribs aching. He rubbed them with his hand.

“You want me to change the movie?” he asked Rachael.

“No, leave it on,” she replied.

Danny goggled at his sister. “Are you crazy?”

“No,” said Rachael, “I want to watch it.”

Danny stared at her in disbelief. “Well, I’m not watching a porno with my sister.” He stood up to leave, but Rachael grabbed his wrist and yanked him down on the couch again.

“Yes, you are,” she said. “You rented it, now you have to watch it with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Danny stared at Rachael, utterly bewildered, but thought it futile to try and leave. The porno was exciting, and there was something about watching it with his sister that made it even more so. He fixed his eyes on the screen. The noise the man and woman were making on in the movie made up for Danny and Rachael’s silence. Eventually, Rachael spoke.

“You really didn’t rent this?” she asked.

“Of course not,” Danny replied.

Rachael adjusted her position on the couch and hugged herself with her arms. “I’m cold,” she said.

“You want a blanket?” Danny asked.

“Yes, please.”

Danny left the room and returned with a woollen blanket, which he draped over his sister. “Thanks,” she said. She wrapped it around herself and laid down, her legs reaching the end of the couch.

“Where am I supposed to sit?” Danny asked, wondering if he should be taking this opportunity to leave.

“You can lie down with me,” Rachael replied.

“I’m not lying down with you,” said Danny.

“Don’t be such a baby” said Rachel. She wriggled forward and looked up at her brother expectantly. Her eyes were a metallic blue when bathed in the light from the television. Danny could almost make out the reflection of the couple having sex in them. He sighed and walked over to the couch, climbing over Rachael to lie down behind her.

“What are you doing?” Rachael asked.

“Huh?”

“Why are you facing the back of the couch? Turn around and watch the movie.”

“Uh…I ‘d better not,” Danny replied.

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because why?”

“Just because,” Danny said, and then Rachael twigged.

“Are you hard?” she asked, looking at him with something like surprise and something like curiosity.

“What?” Danny asked, startled.

“Are you hard?” Rachael repeated.

“You can’t ask me that,” Danny replied, almost impressed by her candidness.

“Why not?” said Rachael.

“Because you’re my sister.”

“Exactly. So you shouldn’t be embarrassed. Come on, turn around.”

Danny sighed heavily and rolled over, so that he was facing the television. “Whoa,” Rachael exclaimed. “Somebody’s happy to see me.”

“Shut up,” Danny replied. His cock wasn’t even touching her. Rachael giggled.

“Don’t be such a prude,” she said.

“I’m not a prude,” Danny protested.

“Then move forward,” said Rachael.

“No.” Rachael wriggled backwards until Danny was squashed between her body and the couch. She could feel his erection pressed firmly between her ass cheeks. “Rachael!” Danny cried.

“See,” said Rachael,” you are a prude.”

“Would you move forward, please.”

“No,” Rachael replied firmly. “Just watch the movie.”

Danny lapsed into silence, more due to the fact that he was speechless than the fact that he had nothing to say. Rachael pillowed her cheek on her hands and watched the television without moving. It didn’t take long for things on screen to heat up and Danny to grow harder, his cock straining against his boxers.

“Do guys like tits like that?” Rachael asked him. Danny looked up at the screen, where a blonde woman was bouncing on a guy’s cock. He was shocked by his sister’s question.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Mine aren’t that big,” Rachael said. “They must get implants.”

Danny thought that fact was obvious, but he was too stunned by his sister’s mention of her breasts to say so.

“Wow,” said Rachel, as the woman on screen pulled the man’s cock out of her pussy and jacked it off until he came on her tits. “Do guys always cum that much?”

“I- I don’t know.”

Rachael rolled over to face Danny. “Do you?” she asked.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“You’re being a prude again, Danny.”

“Maybe you should start acting a little more prudish.”

“Why don’t we try what they’re doing in the movie?” Rachel asked out of nowhere.

Danny stared at her in horror. Her face was only inches away from his. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Sex,” said Rachael. “Why don’t we try it?”

“I can think of several million reasons,” Danny replied.

“No…it’ll be fun. Have you ever done it before?”

“No…but that’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point?”

“You’re my sister, that’s what it is.”

“So?”

“So it’s wrong.”

“I know you want to,” said Rachael. “You’re hard as a rock and you were grinding your cock against my ass before.”

“I was not!”

“Were too.”

“You’re impossible,” Danny sighed.

“And you’re a jerk,” said Rachael. “Now, come on – let’s try it.”

Suddenly her hands were on Danny’s zipper, and it was coming apart. “Rachael!” he protested, although his body wasn’t raising any objections.

“Shh,” Rachael said, and rubbed her palm against Danny’s boxers. “See how hard you are,” she said. “Don’t you want to relieve yourself?”

“I will – in the bathroom.”

“It’ll be better with me,” said Rachael. “I’ll show you my breasts if you want.”

Danny’s cock twitched beneath his sister’s hand. “Ooh,” Rachael chirped, “I think he’s awake.” She laughed.

Danny could no longer protest as his sister fished his cock out of his boxer shorts and wrapped her fingers around it. “Fuck, it’s hot,” Rachael said. “Is it always this warm?”

Danny tried to speak several times before he was able to. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know much, do you?” Rachael asked. She was softly caressing Danny’s shaft with the palm of her hand, sending waves of pleasure through his body. “Are you going to unbutton my jeans or do I have to do it?” Rachael asked. Danny goggled at her. She sighed and started to do it herself.

Danny watched her wriggling beneath the blanket, obviously working her jeans down her legs. She straightened up and looked at him again. “I’ll put it inside, okay?”

Danny nodded. With Danny’s cock gripped firmly in her hand, Rachael brought her hips forward until Danny’s head was pushing up against her slit. “Oh, that feels nice,” she said, amazed it was working already. She spread her lips apart with her free hand and slid Danny’s length inside. “Ow,” she said, stopping, “ow, ow, ow.” She put a hand on Danny’s chest and breathed deeply.

“What is it?” Danny asked.

“It hurts,” said Rachael.

“I’ll take it you.”

“No!” Rachael replied vehemently. “Leave it in. Just wait a minute.”

She breathed through the pain until it subsided, and was replaced by a pulsing feeling of bliss in her vagina. She felt as though she was full inside. “Okay,” she said. “You can fuck me now.”

With a whispered groan, Danny started to push his hips forward and then move them back again. “Faster than that,” said Rachael. “I won’t break.” Danny quickened his pace. “Oh, God,” said Rachael as she began to feel the tremors of pleasure. She held onto the back of Danny’s neck and curled her legs around him. “Fucking hell. That is so good.”

Danny moaned. Rachael rested her forehead against her brother’s and looked down at the blanket dancing above their crotches. “I told you you wanted to fuck me,” she said.

“You’re incredible,” Danny replied.

“You’re even being nice to me,” said Rachael. “I should let you do this more often.” She laughed as Danny groaned. Soon Rachael was groaning too. “I can’t believe how good this feels,” she said. “You should have rented a porno ages ago.”

She relaxed into the steady motion of their hips, Danny’s cock sliding in and out of her like the physical form of pleasure itself. He was taking it slow, which she was grateful for, as it gave her time to savour the feelings she was experiencing. “This is so much better than fingering myself,” said Rachael.

“You finger yourself?” Danny asked.

“Sometimes,” said Rachael. “Do you jack off?”

“Sometimes.” Rachael looked at him dubiously. “Okay, all the time.”

“Did you ever think about me?”

“No,” Danny replied.

“You’re lying,” said Rachael with a smile. “Any time I wear a bikini your eyes are glued to my ass. And I’ve seen you looking at my tits, too. I bet you were thinking about sucking on them when you came weren’t you?”

Danny slid a hand around his sister to hold her lower back as he drove his cock further inside her. “And you never thought about me?” he asked, not bothering to deny Rachael’s statement.

“Once,” said Rachael. “Or maybe more. But I remember when we were at the beach, and I saw the bulge in your shorts and your abs. You have nice abs.”

“Thanks,” Danny gasped out as he went balls-deep into his sister.

“Ooh, do that again,” said Rachael. Danny obliged her request. “When I got back to my room,” Rachael continued her story, “I fingered myself thinking about you.”

“And what was I doing?”

“This, pretty much.”

Danny moaned and said, “I’m close.”

“To cumming?”

He nodded. “I’ll pull out.”

“No,” said Rachael. “I don’t want you to pull out.”

“I have to!”

“No, you don’t. Just cum inside me.”

“Inside you?”

“Yeah. I want to feel it.”

Danny was about to cum; he tried feebly to protest, even though his body didn’t care.

“Rachael, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” Rachael replied. “Cum inside my pussy.”

“I- I’m going to…”

“Do it,” Rachael urged her brother. “Cum inside me. I’m gonna cum, too.” She gripped him tightly.

Suddenly, they both started to moan together as their orgasms seized them. Rachael felt her brother’s hot cum splashing into her vagina, heating up her cunt and oozing out around Danny’s cock. Danny slid in as far as he could go and emptied load after load of semen inside her.

“Oh, God, yes,” Rachael cried. “Fuck me, fuck me.”

Danny continued to spill his cum inside Rachael’s pussy until the tide slowed and stopped. He slid his cock in and out several more times to prolong the feeling of ecstasy. Rachael’s orgasm lasted longer; she cried out loud enough to wake the neighbours.

“Oh, my God, Danny,” she squealed. “Cum inside me. I want it all.”

Danny tried to stimulate more cum out of his cock, but he was softening rapidly. Rachael’s scream died away and she opened her eyes to look at him. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “That was incredible.”

“I know,” said Danny.

“Do you know how good it feels to have your cum inside me?” Danny laughed breathlessly. “It feels really good. I think you came even more than the guy in the movie.”

Rachael turned her head to look at the screen, Danny’s cock still between her lips. “Ooh,” she said, “let’s try that next.” Danny looked up to see a brunette woman on her knees, sucking a tall guy’s cock into her mouth. His heart started to hammer. Rachael turned back around, grinning widely. “How long until you can get hard again?”

The Wrong Movie Ch. 02



Author's Note: This story is the sequel to ‘The Wrong Movie', which I shall entitle ‘The Wrong Movie Ch.2', even though the movie theme has no application here. It makes things easier though, so I'll leave it be. Don't forget to leave comments. And to vote. There'll be more, obviously, though I'm not sure when. Hope you like it.

***

"Come on," Rachael panted. "Mom'll be home any minute."

Danny's only reply was to groan. They were both fully clothed, he sitting on the couch with his hands on her hips and she rubbing her ass vigorously against the bulge in his pants.

"Quickly," Rachael urged him, glancing nervously at the door. In actual fact, their mother was late; she should have been home ten minutes ago. What they were doing was dangerous, but Rachael liked hearing Danny cum. She rubbed his cock harder with her ass. "Cum, Danny, cum," she said, spurring him on. "Baby sis wants your cum."

Danny uttered a low moan and suddenly gripped her hips harder. She felt his cock spasm against her ass and closed her eyes with a smile. She rubbed her ass in circles, silently urging Danny to hold her closer. She liked it when he held her.

They finished in the nick of time, as they always did. Rachael leapt off her brother's lap as their mother's car pulled into the driveway outside. "And don't forget," she said, "we're gonna try oral tomorrow."

"I won't," said Danny with a smile. He pulled her forward by the hips and she bent down to kiss him once on the lips, her entire body tingling. "I love you," he said, and started to disappear. The weight of his hands vanished from Rachael's hips and the sight of his smile faded into black, and then she was rolling back and forth in bed, trying to cling to the dream. But it was hopeless.

Damn it, she thought, slapping the bed with her palms. She turned over to glare at the wall, her head pillowed on her hands. After five minutes, she realised she wasn't going to get back to sleep anytime soon, so she threw off her sheets and left her room.

She went downstairs first; got a glass of water and tried to watch TV. She came back upstairs after a few minutes, then went down again, then came up again. When she finally realised that both sleep and a night's worth of crappy infomercials were not going to happen, she made her way down the hall to Danny's room.

She stood nervously outside his door, biting her lip and wringing her hands together. It was past midnight now, and both her parents and her brother would be sleeping soundly in their beds, untroubled by sick and wonderful dreams. But Rachael was still thinking about what had happened the other night. Why hadn't Danny mentioned it since then? Wasn't he thinking about it too? Hadn't he liked it?

Rachael looked down at herself, took in her diaphanous nightgown and slender legs, and wondered if maybe he didn't find her attractive. Maybe having sex with her was just a thing of opportunity; they were both horny, and curious, and in the mood – maybe that's all it was. But no – that wasn't fair! It should be more than that. He should have told her how much he'd liked it and how good she made him feel. And he should have told her he loved her as well. Unless he didn't, and it was only her dream version of him that did, which still wasn't fair.

Rachael curled her hand into a fist and raised it to knock. She paused with her knuckles an inch from the wood, and started to fidget. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other and bit her lip harder. What if he told her to go away? What if he said "It didn't mean anything" and laughed at her for thinking it did? The image of Danny laughing at her and calling her a little girl sparked a fierce anger inside her. She lowered her hand and stormed back to her room, shutting the door and collapsing onto her bed. She kicked her heel down hard and glared at the ceiling.

***

The next day, at the breakfast table, Rachael sat spooning cereal into her mouth while she looked surreptitiously at her brother. She had her face lowered, so he wouldn't notice, but she raised her eyes whenever she could to see what he was doing. Which was nothing. Nothing apart from eating his cereal and reading the back of the cereal box. I'm over here, dumby! she thought at him, but he wouldn't look at her. Rachael sighed mentally. Boys!

Their mother collected Danny's bowl when he had finished and took it to the dishwasher. "What've you kids got planned for today?" she asked.

Rachael opened her mouth to reply, but Danny beat her to it. "I'll be out most of the day," he said. "I'm playing tennis with Tim and Colin this morning and then I think we're meeting some others for a movie."

"What others?" Rachael asked, before she could stop herself.

Danny gave her a funny look. "Others," he said. "From my school."

Rachael looked unhappily down at her bowl and poked it with her spoon. Others, she thought dejectedly. There'll probably be girls there. Hmph!

She took a long time eating her cereal, and when her mother finally asked if she was done, she said she didn't want it anymore. "Honestly, Rachael..."

She on the sofa with her arms folded tightly across her chest and watched TV while Danny bustled around getting ready. He didn't even say two words to her all morning! What a bastard. Now she knew why it was so annoying when a guy didn't call the next day. Did it make a difference just because he was her brother? No, of course it didn't. He should say something – tell her he had a great time and he's been thinking about her non-stop and he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Rachael sighed and fell into a blissful reverie.

When she came back to reality, Danny was yelling a goodbye to their mother as he walked out the door. Don't say goodbye to me or anything, Rachael thought unhappily, and crossed her arms more tightly.

***

Her mother announced, in the afternoon, that she would be out shopping for a few hours, which left Rachael home alone. It was nice – having the house to herself – but she almost longed for the days when her parents had – embarrassingly – forced Danny to stay with her.  She both wanted him here and didn't want him here, and she wasn't sure which she wanted more.

Her wanderings somehow brought her into Danny's room, where she now sat on the bed looking through the possessions on his bedside table. She found some loose change, some pens, a silver chain; nothing very interesting were it not for the fact that they were Danny's, and therefore special somehow. Rachael lay back on his bed and breathed in the smell on the sheets, which conjured memories of the other night, lying beneath the blanket with him, calling him a baby and guiding his throbbing cock to her pussy.

Rachael smiled as they daydream sank over her. When it faded, she looked down to see that she was absent-mindedly rubbing herself. Instead of suppressing her desires and kicking something in indignation, she crawled underneath Danny's sheets and, with his smell filling her head, slid her fingers inside her pussy.

"Yes, Danny," she moaned aloud. "Fuck me with your cock. I want it so bad. Put it in me and cum inside my pussy."

She squeezed her eyes shut, picturing it as clearly as she could. Her orgasm built fast, and soon she was arching her back and gasping into his pillow. "Yes, Danny. Yes!" She climaxed with his name on her tongue, imagining the cool touch of his sheets to be his lips and her fingers to be his cock. When her head cleared again, she felt only a renewed anger. "Bastard!" she said, and punched his pillow repeatedly. "Why won't you fuck me?"

***

Later that afternoon, just before her mother returned, Rachael raided the cupboards in the living room until she found a recent photo of her brother, then hid it in her room for later use. She felt wickedly dirty doing it, which only made it more pleasant.

The last thing she did was to search Danny's room for his diary, in the hopes that maybe he'd written something about her in it. But she couldn't find it, and didn't even know if he kept one, so she returned downstairs and helped her mother with the groceries.

The rest of the night was torture. Rachael ate dinner with her mother and father in complete silence, wondering if Danny was talking to any cute girls at the movies and whether they would ask him out. Shouldn't she be his first priority? She did have sex with him after all. Didn't that count for something?

She was still at the table long after her parents had finished eating, poking dispiritedly at her broccoli. She didn't hate it like a lot of teenagers did, but it didn't look particularly appetising right now. It was all green and small and uncocklike. Rachael looked down and saw her hand between her legs. Damn it!

She threw out the rest of her food and went upstairs to take a shower, which proved to be a bad idea. She spent most of it sitting against the wall, probing her pussy as deep as she could and moaning Danny's name. But her fingers, like the broccoli, weren't very cocklike.

She felt a nasty thrill when she imagined kneeling in the shower and sucking on Danny's cock as the water ran over them both. She imagined him holding her head and telling her how good it felt, how incredible she was at it and how he never wanted her to stop. And she wouldn't; she would wrap her arms around his waist and suck him hard and tell him he could cum in her mouth if he wanted to. She sat back against the wall and imagined it squirting warmly inside her mouth, running over her tongue and down her throat. She made herself orgasm again, with that thought in her head.

After she'd hopped out of the shower and dried herself off, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. Maybe my breasts are too small, she thought, cupping them in her hands. Or I need to shave my pussy. But she didn't really have much hair there to begin with, and they were just fine blonde ones. I should stop wearing a bra, she thought. That would make him notice me. Wouldn't it?

When she left the bathroom she was as confused and miserable as she had been when she'd entered it. And just as horny too. I want cooooock, she thought despairingly, not caring if that made her a slut.

She said goodnight to her parents and turned in early, lying in her bed with her panties around her ankles. He was giving it to her again, holding her in his strong, muscular arms and whispering romantic things into her ear. The irony didn't escape her – that she had once teased him endlessly about his "puny muscles" and "piss-weak body". Now, he felt like the strongest, most muscular guy in all the world to her. And she wanted him. So very, very badly.

She took several dozen deep breaths and pulled her panties up her legs. When they found their way down again after two minutes, she knew she was in trouble. That's when she remembered the photo she'd smuggled into her room. She pulled her panties up temporarily and raced over to her closet. She fell to her knees and fished around for it, then climbed back into bed. She had to turn on the bedside lamp to see it, and when she did she saw Danny smiling back at her. She slid her panties, which were impossibly wet, down her legs again, and curled her fingers inside her pussy. She gasped his name and put her face close to his picture, pretending he was driving into her with the force of a charging bull. She almost longed for the pain of the first time, to feel him breaking her resistance again.

"Are you going to fuck me, Danny?" she asked his photo.

Yes. All the time. I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner.

"Do you love me?"

Of course I do. I love you more than anything.

"As a sister?"

As more than a sister. Much more. I love you as a lover.

"Oh, Danny."

Oh, Rachael.

She dropped his picture and crested a huge orgasm that shook her entire body. She trailed a hand across her belly and her breasts and imagined it was Danny's. She imagined giving herself to him, wholly and completely, and letting him do whatever he wanted with her, as long as he did something. You can have my pussy, she thought, and my breasts and my hands and my mouth. And I want you too; I want your hands and your lips and your warm cock. Put it inside me, Danny, pleeeeease!

The tremors subsided and she lay still, staring up at the ceiling, which was obscured by the darkness. It was no fun, cumming and then having to lie here alone. She wanted to be able to roll off him afterwards, panting and sighing and letting him draw her into his arms so that they could sleep together. I love you, she heard him say again. I love you so much.

Rachael looked down at her chest in confusion as she felt tears splash her skin. She looked back up at the ceiling and felt them welling in her eyes. They hurt and she wanted them to stop but she let the unhappiness wash over her, and made it more intense. She imagined him saying those three words over and over again, holding her around the waist and slowly caressing her face. Soon her cheeks, neck and even her breasts were coated in tears. She could taste them in her mouth and they were making the sheets around her damp. She rolled onto her front and buried her face in her pillow, willing, in vain, that her fingers not go inside her again.

***

Rachael had rolled onto her side in the morning, and the first thing she saw was Danny's photo, lying on the bed beside her. She flipped it over quickly and looked miserably at it, then flipped it over again and clutched it to her chest. "How could you take something like that from me and not talk to me about it?" she asked him aloud. "Don't you care?"

It was some time before she was able to push herself out of bed. She sniffed, hid Danny's photo again and left her room. She passed his bedroom on the way to the bathroom, and tried to peek inside; but his door was almost shut and she could only see a strip of bare wall. She could easily push the door open and go inside, crawl under the covers with him and kiss him awake until he smiled and wrapped his arms around her. Physically, it would be easily, but in every other regard...

In the shower, Rachael thought again how unfair it all was. Was Danny jacking off repeatedly after what had happened? Did he have to worry about waking up on sheets that were wet with tears and cum? Did he even remember what they'd done?

When she got back to her room she decided to write him a letter, to say what she herself couldn't.

Dear Danny, she began, then paused, biting the end of her pen. No, a letter's stupid, she thought crossly, screwed it up and threw it out. She had a fresh sheet of paper out within thirty seconds, with the same two words written on it.

Dear Danny,

I know this is strange – me sending you a letter – but I don't know what else to do. It's been a week since we had sex and you still haven't said anything to me. I think you're being a real bastard, and you should at least talk to me about it. I don't go having sex with just anyone you know? It was a big thing for me, even if maybe I didn't act like it at the time. But it was! And I thought it would be for you too, but obviously it wasn't because you haven't even spoken to me you stupid asshole. And you know what? I don't even care anymore. Ignore me if you like – that's fine with me. I don't even want your cock. I'm fine just sitting here and fingering myself everyday. Does that turn you on? Well...too bad, because you don't get any of it. You're a dumb, moronic, brainless idiot and I never want to have sex with you again.

Sincerely,

Rachael.

No! she thought fiercely, and screwed that up too. She dropped her head on her desk ("Ow") and stared at the wall. She closed her eyes and imagined Danny rubbing her back soothingly, telling her it would be okay, that she didn't have to worry about Danny because he was here now. Then she realised that they were the same person, and quickly dismissed them both. Fuckers, she thought, standing up.

Danny, apparently, had gotten in late last night, so he spent most of the day in his room. Rachael wanted to go in and shake him awake and maybe slap him too, until he told her both what he thought of the other night, and what he'd done last night. If there had been a girl...

Rachael conjured all sorts of clever and not-so-clever excuses to get into his room. She could bring him something to eat maybe, or a drink – but then she'd never, ever, done that before and he'd almost certainly become suspicious. She could say that their mother asked her to clean the rooms upstairs, and she was just in there to do some dusting. But then her mother was home and she wouldn't verify that story. Plus, Rachael didn't have a maid's outfit like she did in her fantasy.

In the end, she realised that it wasn't going to happen, and spent the day sulking miserably in the living room. As soon as Danny came downstairs, she went upstairs, ignoring the confused look on his face. She supposed her exit was a little ostentatious, but she didn't care. Let him feel some of the confusion that she felt herself.

After seeing him, and now that she was alone in her room again, she was pining to feel him inside her again, more than ever before. Why couldn't he just stop being such a prick and talk to her? Just that would be good. They didn't have to have sex, although that would be good too. Couldn't he just ask her if she was okay, or what she thought of the other night? It wasn't that strange, Rachael supposed. Before that night, they weren't the closest of siblings, and she didn't think Danny had ever asked her if she was okay before. She didn't think she'd asked him either. Maybe that's it, she thought,maybe he's waiting for me to talk to him about it. But, no! The boy is supposed to do that. Why should I do it? I let him cum inside me.

The mere thought set her off again, and soon she was writhing beneath the sheets and begging her imaginary-Danny for more. More, she thought, more, more...please more! And he gave it to her, whenever she wanted. Not like the real Danny, who was a complete bastard. This Danny whispered kind things to her and never thought about other girls he went to the movies with. He held her tightly and fucked her and let her suck his cock, not just because she liked it but because it made him feel nice, and that's what she wanted to do: to make him feel nice. She would do anything to make him feel nice – anything he wanted. If only he would let her.

***

Later that night, Rachael was lying in her bed, hugging her pillow fiercely. A minute earlier it had been between her legs, but now it was wrapping its phantom arms around her and kissing her face. She closed her eyes and smiled against it. I love you Danny-pillow.

It took the arrival of the real Danny to break her reverie. She got such a start when he appeared in her doorway that she gave a little cry of shock. "Danny!" she gasped. She saw the pillow in her arms, and realised what it must look like, but it was the lesser of two humiliations right now, so she lowered her hands beneath the sheets and quickly pulled her panties up. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "It's past midnight."

"I know," he said, taking a step into the room. "But I wanted to talk to you."

Rachael's heart was brimming with elation. She instantly forgave everything he'd put her through this last week, and sat up eagerly, ready to hear what he had to say. He took another step into the room and opened his mouth. "About...what happened," he said. "The other night..."

"Yes?"

"I- I just wanted to see if you were okay."

I am and I love you! Rachael wanted to say, but she bit her tongue. "I'm fine," she said.




The Wrong Movie Ch. 02



Danny nodded. "Good. I was hoping you would be." He smiled at her warmly. "Well...I should go, I—"

"Go?" Rachael echoed incredulously. "You want to go?"

Danny looked at a loss. "I... I guess so. Is that okay?"

"No, it's not okay!" Rachael replied heatedly, getting to her feet. "You're such a stupid bastard, you know that?"

Danny frowned. "I...am?"

"Yes," said Rachael. "You have sex with me and then you don't say anything to me for a week, and now you just want to walk away and pretend it never happened?"

"Well...yeah," said Danny. "I mean, we have to. We can't let it happen again."

"Why not?" Rachael demanded.

"Because..."

"Because why?"

"You know why, Rachael," Danny said. "You know exactly why."

"Because we could get caught?" Rachael ventured. "Because it's incest and you think it's gross? Because you're having problems and you can't get it up?"

Danny was goggling at her. "Rachael... It was just because of that porno, okay? It wouldn't have happened otherwise."

"So you wish it hadn't?" Rachael asked, feeling wounded.

"I..."

"Do you?" she asked again, taking a step forward so that she had to look up to see her brother's face. "Do you wish it never happened?"

Danny looked at her curiously, something clicking inside his eyes like cogs turning into place. "You don't do you?" he asked in a strange voice. "You don't regret it?"

"No," Rachael replied truthfully. "I don't. And I want to do it again. But only if you do. If you don't...then I'll go back to bed and probably cry for the rest of the night, but I'll try to forget it."

"You'd cry?" said Danny.

"I already have," Rachael replied.

"Why?"

"Because I miss you. The other night was the first time I think we've ever spoken to each other for more than five seconds. And I liked it."

"I liked it too," said Danny.

"Then I don't understand," said Rachael. "Why don't you want to do it again?"

"I never said I didn't."

"So you do then? You want to have sex with me again?"

"I..."

Rachael closed the rest of the, admittedly minute, distance between them and put her hands on Danny's chest. "I'll kiss you," she said. "If you feel something, then we can do it again. And if you don't...then we'll stop."

Danny took a step back. "Wait," he said, raising his hands. "You can't just kiss me..."

"Why not?"

"Because – kissing is completely different from sex."

"I know," said Rachael. "That's why I want to do it. With you."

"You do?"

"Yes."

"So...this is more than just sex?"

"Yes."

"Then what is it?"

Rachael shrugged. "Love," she suggested.

"Love?" said Danny. "As in ‘true love'? As in ‘I am in love with you'?"

Rachael raised her eyes to him, cringing at the possible reaction her words might have. She nodded.

Danny looked floored. He opened his mouth to speak, then exhaled a long breath and closed it again. "Y-" he started, then swallowed and continued, "You love me?"

"I might," said Rachael. "I don't know yet, do I?"

"Well...how will you know?"

"Well," said Rachael, thoughtfully, "I could have sex with you again. Or I could kiss you and lie in bed with you and wake up next to you in the morning. I might know then."

"And how will I know?" asked Danny.

"You could let me kiss you."

She saw the muscles in his throat working as he tried to swallow. "Okay," he breathed, barely a whisper. Rachael swallowed too and took a step forward. She found that she was more nervous – far more nervous – than she had been before having sex. Kissing her brother like this was... It was big.

She stood in front of him, and looked up at his face, willing him desperately to put his arms around her. She took his hands for him and guided them around her waist, where they sat strong and supportive. She felt bolder now.

She raised her hands and held his face gently, feeling the prickle of stubble against her skin. He really wasn't a boy anymore. She flicked her tongue out to wet her lips, and swallowed again. "Okay," she said. "I'm going to kiss you now."

Danny nodded. "Okay."

She stood on her toes and reached her lips up towards his, trying to pull his head lower with her hands; but he wouldn't budge. "Danny!" she scolded him.

"What?"

"I can't reach, you moron!"

"Oh. Sorry."

Rachael heaved a sigh and began again, licking her lips and swallowing for the second time. Danny let her pull his head down. She raised her face and reached up for his lips, which were in kissing distance now, but felt him tugging away as she got closer. She reached up further and he pulled back further. She tried again with the same result. "Danny!"

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's just...weird."

Rachael sighed, her hands still on his face. "Do you want to do this or not?"

"I do. Yes."

Rachael licked her lips again; swallowed again. She took a deep breath and tried to still to rapid beating of her heart. She stood on her toes and raised her lips, closer, closer... He was pulling away again.

"Aargh!" Rachael grunted, and pushed him forward until he hit the wall. She yanked his head down and mashed her lips against his, cutting off both their air supplies, which only Danny seemed to mind. He squirmed and writhed about, caught between Rachael's body and the wall. His head was now on a lower level than hers, but she held it between her hands and kissed him fiercely, concentrating more on keeping his face there than savouring the sensation. This wasn't what a first kiss was meant to be like!

When Rachael finally took her mouth away, she was kneeling over Danny as he lay reclined on the floor, staring up at her with a stunned expression. "Real smooth, Don Juan," she said drolly.

"Sorry," said Danny. "I just... That was..."

"Good? Bad? Rotten? Orgasmic?" Rachael supplied.

"All of the above," Danny replied weakly.

"What!?" Rachael demanded, seizing a handful of his shirt. "You thought it was rotten?"

"No," said Danny hastily. "It was just...weird...and strange...and kind of gross. But in a good way."

"It was kind of gross in a good way?" Rachael asked with her eyebrows raised.

"Yes," said Danny. "It was good-gross. Not bad-gross."

Rachael stared at him for a long while, during which she suspected he was beginning to feel self-conscious. In the end, unable to form a proper reply, she lowered her face and body and kissed him again, long and hard until his arms found their way around her. They rolled over together until Rachael was flat on her back and Danny was now on top of her, kissing her back quite fervently. This is what I wanted, Rachael thought.

He held her face in his hands as she held his, and pressed his lips so firmly against hers that she was sure he would bruise them. But what was a little bruising to a brother's passionate kiss?

The second Rachael felt his erection pressed against her thigh, she knew she had to have it inside her. Her body was burning with desire, accumulated from a week of pent-up frustration and sexual energy, love and longing and an intense craving to experience what she had so fleetingly experienced all those nights ago. She whispered it into his ear, and she felt him tremble against her. He was nervous then, and so he should be.

With no blanket to encumber them this time, it took only seconds for Danny to get his pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles and Rachael to lift her nightgown above her breasts, then hook her thumbs into her panties and draw them down to her knees. That was all they needed to do, because anything else would take longer.

Rachael was startled by the look of pure hunger in her brother's eyes, and even more so when he lowered his head and closed his mouth over her breast. "Oh, shit," she groaned, holding the back of his head like a mother holding a nursing baby. He sucked it the same way too, like a kid sucking a milkshake through a straw or like Rachael sucking his cock in her fantasies. She arched her back and let him take more of it into her mouth.

His hands were on her lower back, pulling her up to him. He took his mouth of her breast, took a deep breath, and lowered it onto the other. Rachael reached down to take his cock in hand and stroke it softly. It was so warm and hard and so much better than any of her fantasies. She cupped his balls and squeezed them gently. "Put it in me," she whispered. Danny took his mouth away from her breast and obliged immediately. She felt his head pressing against her lips and then pushing past them as his cock settled inside her. And there it was: bliss.

Rachael held him around the shoulders and gasped with every thrust, her whole body shifting on the floor. Danny held her tight though, so she didn't move far.

She kicked her panties off and wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his butt. Then she scrambled for his face and managed to raise it to hers and kiss him sloppily. They were sweating now, both of them. "Do you love me?" she asked. Danny nodded. "Proper love?" He nodded again and Rachael pulled him down to her once more. "I love you, too."

She lost control of her voice after that, and most of her body. All she could do was cling to Danny as he drove into her again and again and made her moan each time. She kissed his neck – the only part of him her lips could reach – and then fell suddenly still as her orgasm tore through her and reduced her to a trembling mess. Danny came at the same time, squirting inside her that lovely cum that warmed her up inside. "Yes, Danny, yes," she said.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as tightly as she could and smiled against his shoulder. "I love you so much," she said.

As soon as she'd said it, she wanted to say it again, and again, and again... She wanted him to whisper it back and pick her up in his arms and carry her to the bed where they could lie together and make love again when they were ready. But all he did was collapse on top of her like a dead fish. "Danny?" she said, prodding his shoulder. He only grunted in reply. Rachael twisted to the side and tried to move. "Danny, you're crushing me."

"Sorry," he mumbled, and rolled off her. He lay on his back, panting and looking up at the ceiling. Rachael felt suddenly cold and naked (which she was), so she rolled on top of Danny and smiled down at him. "Did I tire you out?"

"Yeah," he replied, smiling back. Rachael lowered her lips tentatively and, when Danny showed no sign of protest, kissed him. She felt little sparks all through her body, heating up her nerve endings. Danny's hands came to rest on her back and slid up and down the length of it. Rachael grinned broadly and let herself drown in his arms. "You were going to leave, you prick," she said, turning her grin on him.

"Never," said Danny, kissing her again. More electrical sparks, more hot nerve endings and many more surges of hormones. Rachael lay down on the floor beside her brother and curled her body against him.

"So...does this mean that we're together?" she asked him.

"You mean like a couple?" said Danny, turning towards her.

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I don't think we get to be a couple."

"Well...will you see other girls?"

"No."

"And we can keep having sex?"

"I guess so."

"And you're sure you love me? You're not just saying that to get inside my panties?"

"Would it matter if I were?"

Rachael slapped him lightly on the chest, then said, "Not really."

Danny put his arms around her and drew her forward for a kiss. He didn't let her go afterwards, and Rachael felt such a pure, blissful happiness that not a single bad thing could upset her then. She couldn't stop smiling, because she was lying naked on the floor of her bedroom with her brother who had never been nice to her and never spent any time with her before, but was now just as in love with her as she was with him. Everything was perfect.

"Danny," Rachael said, breaking the comfortable silence. "Next time...I could suck it if you want me to. And you could...you know...cum in my mouth. I'll swallow it for you, too, if you like."

She stopped and looked at the goggle-eyed expression on her brother's face, then giggled. "What's wrong? You don't want me to?"

"I- I- I-"

Rachael smiled and laid her head down on his chest, wrapping her legs around one of his and already feeling the familiar tingle in her vagina. She reached a hand down and rubbed Danny's cock, which was still soft and lifeless. Her excitement was building quickly again though, so she started to grind her pussy against his leg as she rubbed his cock. "When it's hard again," she said, "I'll put it in my mouth, okay?"

Danny groaned softly. Rachael brought her hand to her mouth and licked her palm, then wrapped it around Danny's cock and used her saliva to stimulate the return of his erection. It took a while, but it was helped along by the sultry encouragement she whispered in his ear. "Are you gonna get hard again for me, Danny? Because baby sis wants your cock in her mouth. She wants you to slide it between her lips and cream all over her face." She laughed at the effect her words had on him. Once his cock was close to fully hard again, she crawled down to his feet and knelt between his spread legs, her ass sticking up in the air. Danny lay on her back, staring at her with astonishment.

"Are you ready?" she asked. "Baby sis is gonna give you your first blow job." With a smile, she sank her mouth over her brother's cock and closed her lips around the halfway point. Danny's groan reverberated all the way down his body, through his cock and into Rachael's mouth. She tucked her hair behind her ears and slid her mouth up again. "Mmm, you're so good to your sister. I like my treat." She grinned at Danny's expression and licked the underside of his cock. "You'll cum in my mouth, won't you?" she said. "If I ask you to?"

Without waiting for a reply, she took his cock inside her mouth again and sucked it deep – so deep she thought she was going to gag. But she didn't, and it felt wonderful, to have Danny here with her and have something of his inside her mouth. She left his cock there, and looked up at him.

Then the light came on, its brightness dazzling both Rachael and Danny. Rachael blinked a few times and then squinted up at the doorway.

"Rachael?" said her mother's voice. "What's going on in here? I heard noi..."

Her mother's eyes widened, just as Rachael's, and she wore the same horrified expression, but she didn't have a cock in her mouth. Rachael was too shocked to take it out. "Mom?" she said, around Danny's cock.



The Wrong Movie Ch. 03



Author's Note: Yeah, I can't resist making my stories serials, so here are the continuing adventures of Rachael and Danny. There will be more, obviously, though I'm not sure when. Please try to leave a comment at the end, and, at the very least, cast a vote. I'm extremely grateful to everyone who does. So I hope you enjoy this third instalment and I'll submit the next as soon as it's done.

***

It was morning and Danny and Rachael were sitting on the sofa like two kids who had been caught with their hands in a rather large cookie jar. They were both watching their mother apprehensively as she paced up and down in front of them, yelling one minute, wiping away tears the next and trying all the time to be supportive, even though it was clear she didn't support what they'd done in any way. In the end, she threw her hands up and walked out of the room, leaving – perhaps unwisely – Danny and Rachael alone. Rachael, sitting with her hands in her lap and her knees held modestly together, turned to her brother with a half-frightened, half-troubled look. "Do you think she'll be okay?"

"I don't know."

Rachael looked down at her hands. "Well," she said, "at least she didn't go into meltdown."

"Not yet," said Danny.

Rachael sighed irritably. "It wouldn't have been so bad if you hadn't cum."

Danny's cheeks turned bright red. "I'm sorry," he said, for what felt like the millionth time. "I couldn't help it."

Rachael was, in fact, more annoyed with her mother, for walking in on them at such a pivotal moment. She hadn't been able to enjoy the sensation or even register what Danny's cum tasted like; she'd simply clamped her lips shut and tried to pretend it wasn't happening. But he came a lot, and it leaked out, and their mother couldn't fail to notice it.

It was the most humiliating and surreal moment of Rachael's life, trying to tell her mother that "It's not what it looks like" through a mouthful of her brother's cum. She couldn't blame him, but she was still annoyed.

"You shouldn't have been making so much noise either," she said.

"You made noise, too," Danny protested. "And you didn't have to tell her that you iked it."

"Well, I wasn't going to lie," said Rachael.

"You could have told her that we were just experimenting – that it was just a once-off thing."

"But then she'd tell us we can never do it again."

"Well, we can't do it again."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. She can't stop us."

Danny just shook his head, but Rachael got the impression it wasn't the end of this discussion. They lapsed into silence, punctuated only by the dull tick, tick of the clock on the wall. After some minutes, Rachael spoke again. "Where do you think she's gone?" she asked her brother.

"Dunno," Danny replied, looking towards the stairs.

"Do you think dad will talk to us as well?"

Danny shrugged. Rachael turned back to her hands, and they sat in silence once more, before she broke it again. "So was it nice?"

"Was what nice?"

"The blow job?"

"Rach!"

"What? I'm just asking."

"Yes. It was nice."

"Did I do it okay?"

"Well, I don't really have anything to compare it to, but I'd say yes."

Rachel smiled gratefully. "I swallowed it, you know."

Danny shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "I know."

"I can't remember what it tasted like though. It was probably salty – that's how everyone says it tastes. Although, there was this one girl at school who—"

"Rach – can we please not talk about this now."

Rachael closed her mouth and glanced at the stairs, then back at her hands. "Fine."

***

Three days later, Rachael was sitting in the waiting room of a psychiatrist's office, looking anxiously at the other patients. "Mom," she said, her eyes on a middle-aged man who was talking to himself, "do I have to do this?"

"Yes," her mother said sternly. "It'll be good for you."

"Why doesn't Danny have to do it?"

"He will," said her mother. "I'll bring him tomorrow."

Rachael uttered a little frightened whimper and tried to ignore the middle-aged man's monologue. The wait seemed both long and short at the same time, and Rachael was entirely unaware of how long it actually was. Soon though, a thirty-something-year-old woman with glasses was standing in a doorway and calling her name. Rachael looked back at her mother with pleading eyes but received only a warning look. She turned around, hung her head low, and followed the psychiatrist into her office like a prisoner heading to the gallows.

The chair she sat on was a black, leather couch, like the one's Rachael had seen on TV and in movies. She felt stupid half-sitting, half-lying there with her hands clenched together in her lap while the psychiatrist-lady grabbed a clipboard and sat down opposite her. "So," she said, in what Rachael supposed was supposed to be a non-judgmental voice. "You're Rachael?"

"Yes," Rachael squeaked.

"Hi, Rachael. I'm Dr. Austin." She smiled warmly. "Now," she continued, lifting the top sheet of her clipboard. "You're here because... Oh, my." Rachael felt her entire face burn. Dr. Austin dropped the top sheet of paper and fixed Rachael with a piercing look. "Now...is there anything you want to tell me that your mother may have left out? Your side of the story maybe?"

Rachael looked back despairingly. "Um...n- not really."

"So what your mother says is true then? She caught you with...with your brother's..." The doctor cleared her throat.

"Yes," said Rachael, saving her the trouble. Dr. Austin smiled gratefully. She was quite pretty, Rachael decided. She had a striking face and a very curvy body. Her black hair was arranged in an artistic tumble on top of her head, small wisps of it falling around her face and neck. Although it looked random and natural, it didn't look messy, and Rachael was sure she had spent at least a half an hour on it. Her eyes were a very brilliant green and her mouth curved easily into a smile, as though she smiled a lot. Her clothes were simple and elegant; a black blouse and a beige skirt that showed off quite a bit of leg. And her breasts, well...it made Rachael nervous to think about them, but they looked nice, and they were much bigger than her own. She tried not to look at them for too long.

"So, do you understand why your mother has asked you to see me, Rachael?" Dr. Austin asked. Rachael nodded. "Why do you think she has?"

"Because she thinks it's wrong," said Rachael.

"And do you think it's wrong?"

"No."

"Why is that?" Dr. Austin asked, crossing her legs and settling back on her chair. And here the shrewd analysis seemed to begin.

"Because it doesn't feel wrong," said Rachael.

"Well, things like this rarely do."

"I don't just mean physically," Rachael clarified. "It feels right in lots of ways."

"What kinds of ways?"

Rachael shrugged. "Emotionally."

"So, you have an emotional connection with your brother then?"

"I do now," said Rachael.

"And you hadn't before?"

"No. He never liked me before."

"And you weren't happy like that?"

Rachael looked down at her hands as she fiddled with her fingers. "No," she said. "I wanted him to like me."

"And is that why you were doing what you were with him? To get him to like you?"

Rachael looked up, realising the trap she'd walked into. "No," she said hastily. "That wasn't why."

"Why did you do it then?" asked Dr. Austin.

"Because it felt good," said Rachael.

"So it was a physical thing then..."

"No. It..." Rachael broke off and sighed. "It's hard to explain."

"Well, we have to try and explain it," said Dr. Austin.

"I'm not stopping," Rachael said defiantly. "I don't want to stop and neither does Danny."

"Maybe not," said Dr. Austin. "But you do realise that what you're doing is illegal. And it could end up hurting more than just yourselves."

"We don't want to hurt anybody," Rachael said earnestly. "We're just doing what we enjoy."

"And are you sure Danny enjoys it?"

"Of course he does. He told me so."

Dr. Austin uncrossed and crossed her legs, and leaned forward slightly in her chair. "You have to realise Rachael," she said, "that boys are sometimes easy to satisfy. They don't always care how they get what they want or who they get it from, just that they do get it. What I'm trying to say is, maybe Danny is ignoring his reservations so that he can satisfy some of his urges."

"He's not!" Rachael protested fiercely. "He loves me. He told me he did."

"He told you he loved you?"

Rachael nodded. "And I told him I loved him. And not just like a brother either."

"And you're sure he feels the same way about you? You're sure he loves you as more than a sister?"

"Yes. He said so."

Dr. Austin nodded and wrote something on her clipboard. Rachael craned her neck a little to see what it was, but she couldn't read it from here. Dr. Austin finished writing and looked up again. "Now, how long has this been happening?" she asked. "Have you had sex more than once?"

"Twice," Rachael replied.

Another note on the clipboard. "But you've done...other stuff as well?"

"Just that once," said Rachael, blushing. "And that was right after the second time."

"Right after?" Dr. Austin asked with her eyebrows raised.

"Well, not right after," said Rachael. "He had to get hard again." She looked quickly at Dr. Austin and felt her face burn.

The doctor smiled. "It's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed." Rachael smiled weakly and stared at her hands again. "Now," said Dr. Austin, "you should know that I can't stop you from doing what you're doing, and that isn't my intention. What I'm trying to do – what your mother wants me to do – is to determine if there's any sort of psychological reason for your actions, which, I'm beginning to think, there isn't. But what you've said about your relationship with your brother is interesting. Can we talk about that some more?"

"I guess," said Rachael.

"All right, then. Why don't you tell me what your relationship was like before all of this started."

Rachael sighed and pushed herself up on the couch. "Well," she said, "it wasn't bad, really. But it wasn't good either. He almost never spoke to me. And he was always embarrassed to be seen with me in public. If I ever spoke to him while he was with his friends he'd just ignore me and tell me off at home." Rachael looked at Dr. Austin and, finding her smiling, continued. "He never paid any attention to me, even when it was only the two of us at home together. He'd just lock himself in his room and ignore me completely."

"And that bugged you?"

"I guess. Sometimes he would talk to me for a few minutes and I always liked it when he did. I think I had a crush on him when I was younger, because he's the only boy I've really known. But then, I know lots of sisters have crushes on their brothers when they're young."

"That's true," said Dr. Austin. "Go on."

"Sometimes," said Rachael, pushing herself further up the couch, "he would look at me in a funny way and I knew he was perving on me. And I liked it, because it meant he was paying attention to me. So I started to wear short skirts and small tops so that he would look at me, which he did.

"I remember we were at the beach one day and I was wearing a bikini for the first time – he couldn't take his eyes off me. And I could see the bulge in his shorts. It made me feel good to know that I was doing that to him."

"Did he start to pay you more attention after that?"

"No. He still said barely anything to me and when he did it was to make fun of me or tell me to go away. He said I had small tits once and I hated him for that." Rachael glanced instinctively at Dr. Austin's large breasts as she said that.

"They take time to develop," Dr. Austin said. "I wouldn't worry about that."

Rachael blushed a little and looked back at her hands. "I always knew they weren't that small though," she said, "because Danny always looked at them." She smiled to herself. "Sometimes I brushed them against his arm or his back and he went red all over. And then he'd disappear in his room for a while and hold his door shut if I tried to open it. I thought I could catch him at it."

"So you were curious then?" Dr. Austin asked. "About boys in general?"

Rachael shrugged. "Every girl is. But I wanted to know what I was making Danny do. I saw the girls he looked at on the Internet, and I didn't think I was as pretty as they were, but I was making him do the same thing. So I thought maybe he really does like me, deep down. Maybe he just resented me because I was his sister and making him feel those weird feelings. I always thought that...if I wasn't his sister...would he ask me out and want to spend time with me?"

Dr. Austin smiled and wrote something else on her clipboard. "Tell me how you started," she said. "Being intimate with Danny."

Rachael swallowed nervously. "Well...we were home alone one night – our parents were out – and Danny had hired some DVDs to watch. He hired Sleepless in Seattle, which is one of my favourite movies, but someone had put a porno in it by mistake and that's what we started watching."

"You wanted to watch it?"

"Not at first," said Rachael. "At first I hit him and told him he was a sick freak; but then I got curious and I told him I wanted to watch it."

"And that's how it started?"

"Yeah," said Rachael. "I never learnt much about sex. Mom and dad never taught me and they didn't have any sex-ed in school, and I was too embarrassed to watch any porn. So I was kind of curious I guess, and when I saw the stuff on the movie, I wanted to try it. So I asked Danny."

"You asked him?"

"Yeah. He didn't force me, if that's what you're thinking. He didn't even want to do it. Although, I knew he really did, because I could...you know...feel it."

"His erection?"

Rachael blushed. "Yeah."

"And it was just sex the first time?"

"Yeah. I said I wanted to do more but he said he was tired and then mom and dad came home, so we had to go to bed. And then he didn't talk to me for a week!" she continued angrily. "He told me that we shouldn't have done it and we had to stop."

"But you didn't want to stop?"

"No. And he didn't either. I knew he didn't. But I had to kiss him to make him admit it."

"You kissed him?"

"Yeah."

"And what was that like?"

"It was nice. It was different to sex. Danny said it felt kind of gross – and it did – but it was nice."

"And then what happened?"

Rachael turned to Dr. Austin with a quizzical look. "How come you're so curious?" she asked. "You don't need to know all the details do you?"

Now it was Dr. Austin's turn to blush and shift her position uncomfortably. "Well...I'm just...a little intrigued, I guess. I've never counselled anyone on incest before, so this is all new to me."

"So you want to know what happened the second time?"

"If you don't mind telling me," said Dr. Austin.

"I guess not," said Rachael. It was nice, really, to have another female to talk to about it. Dr. Austin looked like a fairly outgoing woman – not straight-laced or prudish like most of the other thirty-year-old women Rachael knew. She wondered if she had a boyfriend – because she couldn't see a wedding ring – and wondered – to her shame – what kind of things they did together. But the thought passed, and she was eager to tell her story.

"The second time was at night," she began. "Danny came to my room and said that stuff about stopping. And then I kissed him and that's how it started. The first time I tried to kiss him he wouldn't lower his head and the second time he tried to pull away, so I pushed him against the wall and forced him to kiss me." She smiled to herself, remembering the way Danny had squirmed within her grasp and slid clumsily down the wall. "We ended up on the floor," she continued, "and I kissed him again, and then I told him I wanted to have sex." Rachael glanced across at Dr. Austin and noticed a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. She couldn't ignore the effect her story was having on the pretty doctor, or the relief she felt at telling it. The words started to flow easily. "We took some of our clothes off," she went on, "and then he sucked on my breasts, which was nice because I remembered how he'd called them small and how he wasn't complaining about their size then. But I felt his cock against me and I told him I wanted it inside me, so he put it in and we started to do it, right there on the floor. I think we made more noise than we meant to, though, because mom must have heard us."

"Did you use a condom?" Dr. Austin inquired.

"No," said Rachael. "I let him cum inside me."

Dr. Austin blinked and swallowed. "That's...that's very risky," she said.

"I'd had my period a few days before though," said Rachael, "so I knew it was okay."

Dr. Austin licked her lips and shifted in her chair again. "And what...ah...what happened after that?"

Rachael grinned. "After that I tried to blow him. I've never seen anyone look as happy as he did then. I loved that I was doing that to him. I tried to take it all inside my mouth, like the women in the porno we watched, but I could only get half of it. It was nice though – it didn't taste bad at all."

Dr. Austin was now holding the clipboard over her crotch, and although both of her hands were still visible, Rachael was sure she wanted to touch herself. She didn't mind it if she did, but she couldn't say anything, so she just continued her story.

"I was just getting into it," she said, "when mom walked in and turned on the lights."

"And that's how she caught you?" said Dr. Austin, wide-eyed. "With it in your mouth?"

"Yeah," said Rachael, repentantly. "And my hands were around it. I looked up and just froze, thinking I was about to be killed. But then..." she looked modestly at her hands, "then Danny came."

"He came?" asked Dr. Austin, incredulously. "Right then?"

Rachael nodded. "Inside my mouth. That's what snapped me awake. I had to quickly grab his cock and pull it out a bit before I choked. I was going to swallow it all so mom wouldn't see, but he just came so much and I couldn't take it all. It started oozing out and mom saw and...well...she didn't look very happy."

"I can imagine," said Dr. Austin. She seemed to visibly compose herself, shaking off the shallow breathing and mild sweating and rapt expression. "Well, uh, I think that's all we have time for today. Your mother hasn't scheduled you for any other sessions yet but we'll see how it goes."

Rachael nodded and got to her feet. "You won't tell Danny what I said, will you?" she asked. "When you see him..."

"No," Dr. Austin replied, standing. "Everything you say to me in this office is confidential. If you want to tell Danny any of it, that's fine; but I won't."

"Thanks," said Rachael, with a smile. Dr. Austin smiled back and led her back to the waiting room, where her mother was waiting with a stern expression.

***

Two days later, Danny found himself inside the very same office his sister had been in, and sitting down on the very same couch. It was quite a comfortable couch, though that did little to offset the humiliation he felt at sitting on it. Humiliation, though, wasn't the only reason he was fidgeting. He had no idea how his mother expected to cleanse his mind of impure thoughts when she was sending him to see a psychiatrist that could have passed for a supermodel. With shocking frequency, Danny's gaze was drawn to Dr. Austin's ample chest like a sex-starved moth to a silicone-enhanced flame. Whether they were real or not, Danny could only guess. And there were also her long, graceful legs, and her raven-coloured hair and bright green eyes. All in all, she made Danny rather nervous.

Dr. Austin seemed, at least to Danny, to be aware of this fact. She smiled at him rather often, always in a comforting manner as if to say: "It's all right, lots of boys stare at my breasts". Danny tried not to be one of those boys, but it was a futile effort.




The Wrong Movie Ch. 03



After the lovely doctor had closed the door and taken her seat, she crossed one slender leg over the other and looked at Danny kindly. "Now, you know I've already spoken to your sister?" she said, and Danny nodded. "But I'd like to hear your side of the story."

"It's...the same as hers really," said Danny.

"Well, I'd still like to hear it, if you don't mind telling me."

"No," Danny lied. "I don't mind."

Another warm smile. "Okay, well, how about we start further back, before you became intimate with Rachael. How would you describe your relationship with her before that?"

"Uh...we didn't really have one," said Danny.

"So the two of you didn't spend much time together?"

"No."

"And why was that?"

Danny shrugged. "We just didn't want to, I guess."

"Did you fight a lot?"

"Not a lot," Danny replied. "Not any more than most brothers and sisters."

"So would you describe the relationship you had then as the normal kind between a brother and a sister?"

"I...guess so."

Dr. Austin made a note on her clipboard. "Just for reference," she said with a smile, after noticing Danny's curious look. "So," she continued, "what did you think of Rachael, while you were growing up?"

"I don't know," said Danny. "I didn't really think of her at all."

"Did you dislike her? Did you admire her? Did she embarrass you?"

"Sometimes," said Danny.

"Do you think she ever felt the same way about you?"

"You mean, did I embarrass her?" Dr. Austin nodded. "I don't know. Maybe I did. She never said anything though."

"Could she have felt the opposite way, then?"

"What do you mean?" Danny asked, confused.

"Well," said Dr. Austin, swapping her legs and making Danny swallow, "did you ever think that maybe your sister wanted to spend some time with you? That maybe she liked and admired you?"

Danny looked down at his hands. "Not really."

Dr. Austin smiled at him again, and Danny began to suspect it was a deliberate tactic designed to put at ease his fears that she was judging him. Every answer and explanation seemed a valid one. Though it hardly felt that way to him. He could barely look this woman in the eyes, not only because of how beautifully green they were, but also because of what he'd done, and what she must think of him. Were therapists even trained for this kind of thing?

"Let's talk more about you," said Dr. Austin, making Danny squirm uncomfortably. He didn't like to talk about himself. Why couldn't they just keep talking about Rachael? "What was it like," the doctor asked, "growing up as a teenager for you? Were you happy?"

"Um...I guess so." Dr. Austin said nothing; she merely sat there looking at Danny the way his mother used to look at him, which always made him blurt out his deepest secrets. "No," he corrected himself. "I guess I wasn't."

"And why was that?"

Danny shrugged. "I don't know. Lot's of reasons." He would have to supply one apparently, according to Dr. Austin's expression. "I just...felt different, I guess."

"Different how?"

"Just different. I thought about different things and I wanted different things..."

"Like what? What sort of things did you want?" Again, Danny shrugged. "Money?" Dr. Austin suggested. "Good grades? A girlfriend?" Danny looked up and nodded. "And you never found one?"

"No. None that I liked."

"But you like Rachael?"

Danny could feel his cheeks burning. How could he say this stuff? "Yeah," he said. "I do."

"And why is that?"

"I don't know. She likes me."

"She does," said Dr. Austin, drawing Danny's attention. "She loves you." Danny's lips curled into a small smile, and he thought of Rachael. "And you love her?" Dr. Austin inquired.

"I do," said Danny. "She's not like other girls."

"Maybe not," said Dr. Austin, her tone slightly more serious. "But you have to think about why you like her so much. If it's simply because—"

"It's not," Danny interrupted her. "It's not just because I'm trying to ‘satisfy my urges' or ‘lose my virginity' – that's not why I'm doing what I am with her."

To Danny's surprise, Dr. Austin smiled...almost with pride. "Your sister's younger than you are, Danny," she said. "What you have to realise is that she might not know what it is that she wants as well as you do."

"I think she does," said Danny. "She's more mature than I was at eighteen. She wouldn't have jumped into something like this. And neither would I, if I thought she was doing it for the wrong reasons."

Dr. Austin smiled again, her teeth lining up perfectly. "You're a very intelligent young man," she said, causing Danny to blush again. He stared down at his hands again, until the blush subsided, and then asked: "Are you going to make us stop?"

"I can't," Dr. Austin replied. "I can't make you stop, and no one else can either. I'm just trying to determine whether you're – as you said – doing this for the wrong reasons."

"And do you?" asked Danny. "Think we're doing this for the wrong reasons..."

"I don't," Dr. Austin replies with complete conviction. "I think you're both in love and I think it's very sweet." Danny was forced to smile again. If this beautiful, intelligent woman – who was a doctor no less – could see no fault in what he and Rachael were doing, then how could it be wrong? It certainly didn't feel wrong.

Danny felt a warm cloud of happiness inside his chest that was floating upwards and threatening to take him with it. He did feel like he was floating, and he supposed that that was love. He was actually in love. He marvelled at the prospect, and thought how suddenly it had happened. Until now, he hadn't fully comprehended the meaning of those words, which he'd said to Rachael. He loved her, and she loved him, and they were both in love. How could so much joy and order spring from so much misery and chaos? It was as though his sister – his stubborn-minded baby sister – had come along and in one single act swept away all the gloom and wretchedness that had permeated his life for so long. He would have to thank her for that, and he resolved to do so the minute they were alone together.

Dr. Austin must have seen the elation written across Danny's face, as she was watching him with amusement when he looked up again, still smiling. "Thinking about her?"

"Yeah," said Danny, smiling at the carpet. "It just feels so...obvious. I never thought anything could be simple in life, but this is. It's the only thing I've ever been certain about." He looked up at Dr. Austin's picturesque face. "It feels good to be certain about something."

"I'm sure," said Dr. Austin. "I think you're very lucky to have each other." She smiled warmly once more and looked down at her clipboard. "There's still the matter, however, of what I'm going to tell your mother."

Danny's bliss suddenly faltered, and reality came crashing down like a grand piano. "What are you going to tell her?" he asked.

"Well," said Dr. Austin with a sigh, "I'm not sure what I can tell her. I mean, I certainly can't tell her that her children are in love with each other. But perhaps I don't have to tell her anything just yet."

"You don't?" asked Danny, confused.

"There are still some things I'd like to talk to you about," said Dr. Austin. "About these troubles you've had with your childhood. And I think it would benefit Rachael to have someone to talk to, so I'll recommend extra sessions to your mother, and whether she agrees or not is up to her. But, at this point, that's all I'll do."

Danny smiled. "Thanks – for being so understanding."

"You're welcome," Dr. Austin replied with a much brighter smile than Danny thought he would ever be able to manage. On the wall, the clock struck three o'clock and Dr. Austin rose to her feet. It seemed a mile from the bottom of her skirt to the top of her heels. Danny noticed, and smiled again, because he felt guilty. If he felt guilty, then he must be in love. He told his body to calm down, because his heart was in charge now.

Both Rachael and his mother were in the waiting room, the former preoccupied with a rather blank wall and the latter watching the door to Dr. Austin's office with a grave expression. She stood up when Danny and Dr. Austin emerged, and beside her, Rachael chanced a glance at Danny, then quickly hid her smile. It was brighter than Dr. Austin's – at least to Danny.

The doctor engaged Danny's mother in conversation whilst Danny himself sat down beside Rachael, resisting the urge to take her hand. She had her arms straightened, her fingers curled around the edge of the seat, and her legs kicking back and forth like a little girl's. Danny thought she looked extremely adorable, but he couldn't say so here.

After Dr. Austin had finished speaking with Danny's mother, she bid both he and Rachael goodbye, and called an elderly woman into her office. Danny's mother signed some forms at the reception desk and scheduled further appointments for next week, then led he and Rachael outside to the car. If she found it odd that both of them chose to sit in the back seat, she didn't say so. She looked in the rear view mirror as she backed the car out of the carpark, but all she saw was her two children staring absently out of the windows. If she had been able to see further down, she would have seen their hands clasped tightly together.

They stopped for petrol on the way home, and it was there that Danny realised how paranoid his mother was. "Don't move," she told them firmly through the window, raising her eyebrows and pointing a disapproving finger at them. Danny and Rachael looked back innocently, but their mother still looked suspicious. She straightened up and went to pay for the petrol, purse in hand.

When she returned, she was relieved to see both Danny and Rachael sitting as they had been, staring out the windows. If she had cared to look closer, however, she would have found that her daughter's breath smelled of semen and her son's fly was undone. As it was, though, she simply started the car and drove home.

***

Rachael was pining for Danny by the time they got home. She wanted to be alone with him so desperately that she even considered locking her mother in the pantry and pretending the doorknob had fallen off. This didn't really strike her as a feasible solution, though, and so she was forced to wait until after her parents had fallen asleep to see him.

She crawled out of bed and stood in front of her full-length mirror, surveying herself with a critical eye. Her hair was a bit messy after lying on it for a while, so she straightened that as best she could; and she tried to smooth some of the creases out of her nightgown, so that it didn't look so old and crinkled. It was old though, which meant it was also small, and Rachael had no problem with that. She raised her arms and saw that the bottom of the gown rode up to the top of her thighs, and even showed a little of her panties. That was good. She also cupped her breasts in her hands and tried to push them further up like the women on television did, but hers didn't move all that much, which she supposed she should be thankful for.

Far from satisfied, but unwilling to wait even a moment longer, Rachael opened her door silently and sneaked down the hall to Danny's room. She opened his door just as silently and closed it behind her.

The room was dark inside. Danny was asleep, apparently, which Rachael found both good and bad. Bad because he should be wide awake and restless like she was, and good because it meant she could wake him up. She went to the side of his bed and knelt down on the carpet, then pressed her lips softly against Danny's, until he groaned and stirred awake. He looked tired, his eyes lit up when he saw her, and he smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't a sister come and visit her forbidden lover?" Rachael replied.

"Of course she can," said Danny, pushing himself up the bed a bit. "But what if mom or dad checks on you?"

"They won't," Rachael replied. "They never do that anymore."

She was staring to feel cold, which was odd because the night was hot and muggy. Her nightgown, she was happy to see, was clinging to her body, sweaty as it was. Still, she did feel cold, and she wanted Danny to hurry up and take her in his arms. She leaned forward to encourage him, and at long last – though it had been less than a minute since he'd woken up – he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up onto the bed. Rachael smiled with delight. She was also delighted to feel Danny's erection pressing against her butt. She would have to do something about that, but she wanted to see how long it would take for him to ask her. And she also didn't want him to stop what he was doing right now too quickly.

He was kissing the back of her neck, softly and slowly, until Rachael was shivering. They had only a sheet covering them, but their bodies were radiating heat and they were sweating against each other. Rachael's skin was slick with it, and so was Danny's. She could have slid any part of her body against any part of his with ease.

Rachael closed her eyes and they eased into a pleasant silence, punctuated only by the sporadic sound of Danny's moist lips kissing the back of her neck. Rachael was smiling, and felt relaxed, but she found it highly unfair that sleep was coming easily now that she didn't want to sleep. She was restless when she was alone, but completely at peace when she was with Danny. Unless they were doing other things, in which case she was restless again. Right now, though, she felt blissfully calm, almost outside the world. Time had certainly stopped, and everything outside Danny's bed – their bed – had disappeared. How nice it would be to stay like this forever.

"Danny," said Rachael, breaking the silence.

"Mmm?" he replied, kissing her neck.

"Do you wanna put that in my pussy?"

Danny took his lips off her neck, and somehow Rachael knew he was blushing. "Sorry," he said guiltily.

Rachael rolled over and looked Danny in the eye, her hands resting on his shoulders. "You don't have to be sorry," she said. "Not with me."

Danny smiled faintly. "It's okay," he said. "We'll just lie here. This is nice."

Rachael was disappointed. "But I want to," she said forlornly.

"Oh," said Danny. "Well...if you want to."

Rachael grinned and jabbed him in the chest. Then her grin widened as Danny brought his lips to her throat and kissed his way to her ear. She wondered if all boys did this, and whether it was true that some of them just wanted sex. How could anyone be like that, and miss out on all the best parts? If they were, though, and Danny was one of a kind, then she sure as hell wasn't giving him up without a fight.

She tried, not earnestly but playfully, to move her neck out of Danny's reach, and each time she was thrilled when he smiled and pulled her closer, and kissed her again. She tried several times, with the same result. "You're making me wait," she said finally. "That's not very nice."

"I can hurry up if you want," said Danny, his voice muffled by Rachael's own skin.

"No," said Rachael. "I like this too."

It was true, but she was nevertheless happy to see Danny move on and bunch her nightgown up under her breasts. He smiled up at her and lowered his mouth to her belly, planting kisses like moist footprints, all the way up to the bottom of her breasts. He went down again, then used his tongue in the same way, until it wasn't only sweat that Rachael's skin was slick with. Her own thighs were trying to spring apart, but she slowed herself down and tried to enjoy the things that Danny was doing for her. She hoped he would do them afterwards as well.

It became a lot harder to resist when Danny's hands found her thighs, and ran up and down with little friction. He ran them underneath as well, and spread the sweat all over. He licked some of it up too, and then licked his way up to Rachael's mouth. She took his face in her hands, and nudged his nose with her own. "I'm still waiting."

"What's your rush?" said Danny.

"This is," Rachael replied, taking his hand and pressing it against her panties, which were soaking wet.

"Jesus," said Danny, laughing quietly. "When did that happen?"

"About the time I decided to come to your room," Rachael replied.

"You really care that much about me?" asked Danny, smiling brightly.

"You know I do," said Rachael, rubbing their noses together again. "But you really have to fuck me now, okay? Please?"

As she had been taught – by her mother no less – please was the magic word, and the tremors in Danny's body let Rachael know it. She was grinning broadly. "You like it when I beg, do you?" She pushed her lips out and assumed the best puppy-dog face she could. "Please, Danny," she said in a sweet voice. "Please fuck me. I really, really want it. Will you give it to me? Please." She finished with a flutter of her eyelashes.

"You," said Danny, lowering his face to Rachael's, "are so bad."

Rachael grinned wickedly. "I'm a bad girl. A very, very bad girl." She ran her hands over Danny's shoulders, rubbing them affectionately. "And you're my bad boy," she added. "Is bad boy going to fuck his bad girl now?"

"If you keep talking like that I won't be able to," said Danny.

Rachael stopped smiling and clamped her mouth firmly shut. "I'll stop," she said from the corner of her lips.

Danny smiled so widely that Rachael's own smile returned. She was suddenly overjoyed, however, when she saw that he was finally removing his pants and sliding down his boxer shorts. Her heart thrummed with anticipation as she squinted and tried to see his cock in the darkness. When she saw it, she wrapped her hand around it and pulled Danny forward. "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

"Hold on!" Danny said impatiently, though he was laughing. "I think you're too eager for your own good."

"I'm sorry," said Rachael, half meaning it. She was, after all, setting the pace. What if Danny didn't want to go this fast? But that was preposterous; he was a boy and he was hard as a rock, so he would just have to put up with it. "I can't help it," Rachael explained. "It's just much better than masturbating by myself and I like to feel you inside me. It's nice when you are."

Danny smiled what struck Rachael as a brotherly smile, and brushed a wisp of hair out of her eyes. "It feels nice for me, too."

Rachael smiled back, with what she hoped was a sisterly smile. "So then put it inside!"

"I am, I am," said Danny, both of them laughing.

***

Two doors down, whilst Rachael was sighing with ecstasy as her brother pushed deep inside her, her parents were discussing what was to be done about their incestuous kids. Trudy, her mother, was holding that what they were doing was wrong and most likely born of misguided intentions. Steven, her father, was listening with a thoughtful ear, but some more resigned to the whole situation. "I just can't see what we can do about it," he said, shrugging.

"Well, we have to do something," Trudy replied. "We can't just let it continue."

Steven turned and looked at his wife. "No, you're right," he agreed. "We have to do something. But I just don't want to scare them. I mean, what if they react badly to our advice and do something even worse. They could run away."

Trudy sighed deeply. "I just don't know what to do," she said. Steven sat up in bed and put an arm around his wife's shoulders. She leaned into him. "I just don't know how it could have happened."

"Don't you?" Steven asked.

Trudy looked up and smiled weakly. "Well, I know how it could have happened," she yielded, "but do you really think they'd be that...impulsive?"

"They're teenagers," said Steven. "Of course they're impulsive."

"I know," admitted Trudy, her head resting on her husband's shoulder as he rubbed her arm comfortingly. "I just wish they'd been impulsive with other people."




The Wrong Movie Ch. 03



"Do you?" said Steven, looking his wife in the eyes. She looked back with confusion. "I'm not condoning what they're doing," he explained quickly, "but when I think of the other people that they might have done those things with – Rachael especially – it scares me."

Trudy squeezed his hand. "I know," she said. "I know. But this isn't the right alternative. They can't keep doing this."

"I know," said Steven. "They can't. They're going to get hurt if they do. But I'm just saying that we need to be careful with how we handle this. The more we try to pry them apart, the more they're going to drift together, if for no other reason than to defy us."

"You're right," agreed Trudy. "They're seeing Dr. Austin again next week, but I think we should talk to them. Separately, if possible. Danny, especially. Rachael might just be following what he says."

"She's a smart girl," said Steven. "And I definitely don't think that Danny would use her like that."

"Of course not," said Trudy. "But maybe he's not thinking about the consequences. I don't think either of them is. All they see is their bodies and what gives them pleasure."

Steven smiled tiredly and rubbed Trudy's arm more vigorously. "They're kids," he said. "They don't think about things like love or making a connection. It's just all fun and games. Nothing serious."

***

"Danny!" Rachael gasped, arching her back and biting her lip to stop from screaming. She was teetering on the very edge of her orgasm, and Danny had slid his cock halfway out of her pussy. She was gasping for him to put it back inside, to fill her up again and push her over the edge. She didn't have to wait long, but it felt like an eternity.

Danny gripped her hips tightly, his face contorted with pleasure, and thrust his cock back inside, sending Rachael hurtling down into a wonderful, bottomless well of pleasure. She smiled and closed her eyes and felt her orgasm run all the way down to her toes. They tickled with it, just as her lips and fingers and nipples tickled. But what tickled most of all was the inside of her pussy, which was gratefully accepting load after load of Danny's cum. It warmed her up inside, just as the sticky heat warmed her skin. She knew it wasn't possible, but she felt it all the way up to her breasts and down to her legs. And Danny was still going! Rachael breathed through her own climax and then settled down enough to help Danny through his. She smiled at him and stroked his face as he continued to squirt inside her.

"Put it all in there," she said, giggling. Danny's mouth hovered above her own, but he seemed unable to actually kiss her. It remained wide open and trapped in a silent moan.

Rachael was enjoying the fact that Danny's orgasm was lasting so long. His cum was slowing up now, but his mouth was still hanging open in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his butt, trying to squeeze more cum out of him. "Fill me up," she said, delighting at the sound of her own voice. When did I start talking like this?

As Danny's orgasm finally began to subside, Rachael reached her hand down beneath the sheet and touched her semen-covered pussy with a finger, then licked it clean. It was nice really – not salty at all. Only Danny's, she thought.

Looking extremely drained, Danny lay down beside her and breathed deeply to recover from his climax. Rachael turned over and soothed him with soft caresses. It felt pleasantly bizarre to do that, looking after him when he was the older of the two. She was his baby sister, but she could also mother him when she wanted to. "That was amazing," she told him, thinking he should know. Danny looked up and smiled wearily. "It really was," Rachael added. "Was it for you?"

"Of course it was," replied Danny, making Rachael smile.

"Was I good?"

"Very good. Was I?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Then we were both good," said Danny, putting Rachael out of her misery and taking her in his arms once more. She never liked to ingratiate herself into them, so it was always nice when Danny did it for her. She kissed his face now, all over until he was cringing away from her like a little boy from an over-zealous grandmother. Rachael merely giggled and continued planting wet and sloppy kisses on him.

Before long, Danny had his eyes tightly shut and was lying on the very edge of the bed, hands balled into fists against his chest. Rachael stopped kissing him, but he wouldn't open his eyes. "Danny," she said, grabbing his wrists. He continued to pull away. "Danny!" She yanked him forward and held his wrists tightly, until he opened his eyes at last. "I love you," she said, making sure to look him in the eyes as she said it.

Danny's face brightened at the words, and his eyes roamed her face, as though he could see the love written across it. "I love you, too," he said, and hugged her fiercely. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Me too," said Rachael, smiling tranquilly against his chest. It was a perfect moment, Rachael thought; the kind that only ever come along once in a lifetime. So of course it had to be spoiled.

There was a soft knock on the door. Rachael's smile faded and her eyes shot open. Danny was looking back at her with equal terror. He looked left and right and – foolishly, in Rachael's opinion – up and down. "Quick," he said at last, as the door handle began to turn. Rachael lifted up the sheet and scooted down under it, then felt Danny dump his quilt on top of her and spread it out. It made her suffocatingly hot, but at least it wasn't see-through. Rachael heard the door open and her mother's voice. "Danny?" she whispered. "Danny, are you awake?"

Danny was pretending to be asleep, obviously, but Rachael's mother apparently wasn't deterred. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to his bed, and leaned over Rachael to rouse him. "Danny," she said. "Danny, we need to talk."

Danny made a pretence of stirring from sleep and groaning. "Mom, I'm tired."

"I know," said their mother, "but I want to do this before Rachael wakes up. It won't take long."

Danny groaned again. "Mom, please – I'm really tired. Can't it wait till morning?"

Their mother sighed. "It'll only take..." She trailed off and Rachael found that her heart was beating impossibly fast. Surely her mother could hear it. Rachael wasn't sure what was happening, but a moment later she heard Danny's pleading voice. "Mom, don't! I'm...I'm not wearing any pyjamas."

But it was too late. Rachael's mother lifted up the quilt and the sheet and dropped them at the foot of the bed. She was standing with her hands on her hips and a very stern expression on her face. Rachael was lying on her back, her arms pulled close to her sides and her skimpy nightgown suddenly a tremendous burden. She smiled feebly and held up her hand in a half-hearted greeting. "Hi mom."