32 comments/ 149907 views/ 104 favorites A Sister's Request By: Tyzmartar NOTE - I had to do an edit my original post of this story. Hopefully these changes will make me seem a little less incompetent. Thanks for all of the comments. ***** Becky and Jean were laying out by the pool. They had been swimming but were now content to air dry in the sun. They had been enjoying the summer, having just graduated from the local high school. Well, Becky did anyway. Jean graduated from a different school; a school for the blind. Either way, they were doing as little as possible to celebrate their freedom from their classes. Becky had been best friends with Jean since they had both been little girls. They spent a lot of time together, which was one of the reasons that she ended up dating Jean's brother James. James just happened to make an appearance at that time through the sliding door. "Hi ladies. Staying busy?" he asked. "Yeah. Where have you been?" replied Becky with a question of her own. "I've been over at Rob's, playing basketball." "No kidding, I can smell you," commented Jean. "Give me a break. You know you like my manly odor," James said, flexing his muscles. "Well, I agree that you have quite an odor," Jean said. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'm going to go take a shower, but after that I might have to take my girl away from you for a while," James said, heading back to the house without waiting for a reply. Becky was smiling. "I think that it's funny how you can get him to do things like that. You have some sort of power over him. Do you think that he even knows that he's doing what you want him to do all the time?" she asked. "I don't know. I think so. I know that I'll really miss him if he decides to move out once he finishes college. He spoils me. He did smell, though," Jean replied. "He spoils me sometimes, too. I think we're pretty lucky," Becky said. Jean sighed. "What's it like, being with him?" she asked. "You probably know better than me, you're with him a lot more than I am," Becky replied to what she thought was a rather odd question. "No, I mean like when you're fooling around and stuff." "Oh," Becky said. This was a subject that the two usually stayed away from. "It's pretty awesome, really. He's a really good kisser. When we, um, have sex it's always great. Why do you want to know what it's like to fool around with your brother?" Becky asked. "Well, when you put it like that, it does make me sound a little weird. I'm just curious I guess. I've read about sex and romance and things, but I've never actually done it, you know?" "You've been on dates before, I know you have," Becky said. "Yeah, but I kind of got the feeling that boys are afraid to touch me. As far as I know, I'm not hideously ugly or anything, I think that being blind is kind of a turn off. It's not like I meet tons of people all the time," Jean stated. "Do you want me to find a boyfriend for you? I mean I could . . ." Becky started to ask, but was cut off. "No, I don't want you to do that. I just, I don't know what I want, I guess." "You ought to fool around with James, then," Becky suggested. "What? I can't do that, he's my brother!" Jean replied, turning red. "It's not like anyone would ever know. I bet he'd do anything you want if you asked him to, he's wrapped around your little finger," Becky pointed out. "Why on earth would you want me to seduce your boyfriend?" Jean asked, incredulous. She was still red. "You want to, don't you?" Becky asked back. James was coming back out of the house by then. He walked up to the girls without them paying him any attention. It seemed as if they were lost in thought. "What's got you two looking so serious? Somebody die or something?" he asked. "Nothing," Jean replied quickly. "Oh, OK, well I was thinking about going to get something to eat. Do you two feel like going out?" he asked. "Sure," said Becky. "You two can go, you probably want some alone time," said Jean. "Don't be silly, let's go change," said Becky. She stood up and grabbed Jean's hand. "I was kind of hoping that you'd stay dressed like that. I wanted to make people jealous when I walked around with my two sexy girls." James expected some sort of smart-ass reply from his sister, but she just smiled and went with Becky to change. He sat down in one of the recently vacated lounge chairs to wait for them. Surprisingly, it did not take them long. They were both wearing tank tops and tight shorts. He thought that people would probably still be jealous, even if they weren't in their swimsuits. "Are you taking us someplace fancy and expensive?" Jean asked. "You know me better than that. I'm open to suggestions, though," James replied. They ended up settling on a pizza place that operated right next to the park. After their meal, they went walking through the park together, side by side by side with James in the middle holding a hand of each of the girls. They took their time, enjoying the summer sun and the flowers. The flowers were a favorite of Jean, which was why they had decided to take the walk. James, admittedly, didn't know much about flowers, nor had he any desire to learn. His sister seemed to be able to tell them all apart just by their different smells. It was early evening by the time that they went back to James' and Jean's house. Before Becky went back to her own, she did spend some "alone time" with James up in his room. When she finally did leave, James walked her to her car to see her off. His sister was in the living room, listening to the TV, and he decided to join her. He sat next to her on the couch, thinking that he might be able to steal the remote and change it to something worth watching. "So, did you two have a good time up in your room?" she asked. "Uh yeah, you could say that," he replied. "What did you do?" she asked. James squirmed uncomfortably. "Can't you figure that out for yourself?" he replied. "I assume that you must have had some kind of sex. You smell like pussy," she stated. "Jesus, Jean! If you already knew the answer, why bother asking the question? How would you know what her pussy smells like anyway?" he retorted. "Not her's in particular, but I happen to have one, you know. I asked because I thought you could tell me about it," Jean said. "You're kind of weirding me out, here. Can't you have Becky tell you about it later?" he asked. "I probably could, but I'm asking you. I'm not trying to be a jerk, I'm just curious. I've never done it and I want to know what it's like. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," she said, sounding miserable. James always gave in to her when she sounded like that, he couldn't help it. "All right. There's not really a lot to tell, I guess. We kissed for a while. Then I took her shorts off and I um, I licked her for a while." While James paused, Jean interrupted his description of what he had just done to Becky. "Did you leave her panties on when you licked her?" "No, I took those off when I took her shorts off," he replied. "Did she have an orgasm when you were licking her?" she asked. "I think so, but I don't know for sure, I don't ask as many questions as you do," James answered. "Then what?" Jean asked. "Then I took my pants off and had sex with her," he said, starting to get annoyed with the conversation. "She didn't, you know, suck you after you licked her?" she asked. "No." "That doesn't seem fair. Does she do it sometimes?" "Sometimes she does, yes. Are you done with the questions yet?" he asked, standing to make his retreat. "I guess so. James?" she stopped him from leaving for a second. He had no further urge to watch TV, he just wanted to run away. "Yeah?" "Thank you for talking to me, I know that was kind of strange. It sounded nice, what you and Becky did," she said. James relaxed some before replying. "It's all right. And it was nice. If I can think of any weird questions to freak you out with I'll ask you later. I think I just heard Mom pull in the driveway, anyhow. I don't want to be talking about this stuff while she's around," he said as he left the room. ***** James was at Becky's house the next morning. They were sitting around, trying to come up with a plan for something interesting to do for the rest of the day. "Did you want to do something with Jean?" Becky asked. "I don't know. She asked me a lot of weird questions after you went home yesterday. Like about what we did in my room," James said. "Yeah, she asked me what it was like to have sex with you. I don't mind the question I guess. It was kind of surprising, we never really talked about anything like that before." "Did you tell her it was fantastic?" James asked. "Something like that," she giggled. "She ought to just get a boyfriend and get laid. She's sexy enough," he said. "Yeah, it didn't sound to me like she even wants a boyfriend. I know that you must think she's sexy, you were checking her out enough in the shorts she was wearing yesterday," Becky joked. "Oh come on. It's not illegal to look, and she looked good," James admitted. "I think you have the hots for your sister. Maybe you could be her boyfriend. Show her the ropes," Becky suggested. "I think that sort of thing is generally frowned upon. Aren't you supposed to be jealous of other woman?" James asked. "I think it's different with Jean, maybe I'm just open minded. Besides, if it wasn't for her, you and I wouldn't have ever hooked up." "I guess that's true," James agreed. Becky turned and got on James' lap, straddling him, and planted a long, deep kiss on his lips. He automatically reached out with his arms to embrace her. "For right now though, you're my boyfriend and I need to get laid," she said in between kisses. James thought that was a great idea. ***** It turned out that the two never got far in making their plans for the day. They ended up having sex deep into the afternoon. They were laying in Becky's bed, both of them exhausted. "There, that ought to give you something to talk to your sister about," she said with a lazy smile. "I don't think that I'd have enough time to tell her about everything that we did. I might go home and just take a nap," he said. "You're not going to go home and make wild love to Jean?" she kidded. "Enough with the talk about Jean and I. Besides, you've worn me out, I don't think that it would even be possible," he said. "Oh good, I might want to be around to see it when you do it. I bet it would be hot," she said. "Stop it already. I'm not going to sleep with Jean." "I bet you would if she asked you to. You'll do whatever she says," Becky replied. "I didn't know that I was dating such a pervert. I still love you though," James said, kissing the top of her forehead before he left. There was something about Becky's teasing that didn't sit all that well with him. Kind of like there was an element of truth to some of the things that she said. It got him thinking about things that really weren't proper to be thinking about. ***** Back home, James immediately hit the shower. His sister was on the phone when he got there, so he was able to put off talking to her until he was cleaned up. She was still on the phone when he got out of the shower, so he decided that he could probably avoid her completely and go take the nap that he had promised himself. He flopped on his bed face first and was asleep in mere moments. The time he had spent with Becky had taken its toll. When James next lifted his head, it was two hours later. Deciding that he was sufficiently revived, he got up to go and have a snack. He grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen cupboard and joined his sister in the living room. "Nice to know that you're alive," she greeted him. "Yeah, I pulled through. What have you been up to?" he asked. "Not much. Talked to Becky for quite a while on the phone. She's trying to hook me up with some guy named Brian. Do you know him?" This was news to James, he was with Becky all day and she hadn't mentioned anything about it. "Brian's a guy that she works with at the store. Not sure if that's the guy that she's talking about or not, though. She didn't say anything to me about it. You going to go out with him?" he asked. "I don't know. Do you think I should? The dates that I've been on really haven't been that much fun. She said that he seems pretty nice. I don't know," she said. "It can't hurt. You might really like the guy. You won't know unless you try," he said. "He might not even like me, and I won't have to worry about it." "Are you nervous or something?" James asked. "A little. Would you go with me, you and Becky, if we get that far? Then you could give me an opinion of the guy," Jean suggested. "Becky and I could probably go with you if you wanted. You don't need my approval, you know," James replied. "I know. It would make me feel better if you thought he was OK. Becky's going to stop by after dinner and take me to the store. She thinks that Brian is working tonight." ***** James was hanging out in his room when the girls got back that evening. His door was open, so Becky just walked in. "Well, how did the man-hunting go?" he asked. From the look on Becky's face, he already had a pretty good idea. She shook her head. "Not like I thought it would. He said that he wasn't really interested." "Why? She's gorgeous. Is he gay or something?" James asked. "No, he's not gay. He said he was just getting over a bad relationship. I think he was kind of intimidated by your sister. I feel like such a jerk, I should have talked to Brian first. The guy flirts with practically every woman with a heartbeat, I thought it would be a no-brainer," Becky whined. "Is Jean OK?" "She says that she's fine. Says that she didn't want to go out with anyone anyway. Still . . ." Becky leaned heavily into James. He put his arms around her. "I know. You gonna stay for a while?" he asked. "I really can't. I'm leaving early in the morning to head to my aunt's with my mom, remember? We have to help set up the baby shower," she said. "Yeah, well, give me a call or something so I know that you made it there. If you're taking off, then I'm going to go talk to Jean," he said. Becky kissed him goodnight, and headed out. James walked a short ways down the hall and knocked on Jean's door. He could hear music playing; Elton John no doubt. It was his sister's favorite though he couldn't figure out why. A little bit of that guy went a long way. After a while, when she didn't answer, he opened the door and peaked in. She was sitting on the edge of her bed with her hands in her lap. "Jean? I knocked on your door. Are you OK?" he asked, raising his voice above the music. "Oh, I guess I didn't hear you. I'm fine," she replied, turning off the stereo. "I can't understand why you listen to that old rump-rider. Everything he does sounds the same. What is it about him?" he asked. "I think his music is pretty and it makes me happy. None of it sounds the same to me. Its beautiful," she replied. "Fair enough. Are you bummed about that Brian guy?" "A little, I guess. I think Becky's more upset about it than I am. It would be nice to be with someone, but I want them to want to be with me, too. I'll find someone desperate enough one of these days," she replied. James sat with her and put an arm around her shoulder. "Don't be like that. I doubt that you'd have to twist many arms to get someone to go out with a sexy girl that can carry on a conversation, too," he said. "I wish that Becky wouldn't have done that, really," she said. "Yeah, I don't think that she put much thought behind her effort. It was pretty much a spur of the moment thing. She meant well, now she feels terrible," he said. "She asked me yesterday if I wanted her to help me find a boyfriend and I told her that I didn't want her to do that. I wish I could find someone like you. Then I wouldn't have anything to worry about," she sighed. "I don't know about that. Why wouldn't you have anything to worry about?" he chuckled. "If I had a boyfriend like you I would know that they would love me and take care of me and they would never do anything to hurt me. Just like you," she said. For some reason, James started to feel a nervous tickle in his gut. He began to notice how nice it felt to have his arm around Jean, how nice the lavender scent of her hair was. He was even getting a pretty good view down her shirt. Stop checking out your sister, his inner voice warned. "Are you still with me, James?" Jean asked. He didn't know how long he was staring at her for but her voice broke the trance that he was in. "Sorry, I guess I'm just tired, I zoned out a little bit. I think I'm gonna go to bed," he said. "Oh, it's still early, isn't it? Stay with for a little while longer. You feel good." "OK, I'll stay for a bit. Only cause I have a thing for pretty girls," he said, hugging her shoulders a bit tighter. Jean turned into him to rest her cheek on his chest and get her arms around his back. She feels pretty good. She was feeling a little too good for James' comfort, really. The stirring in his groin was testament to that. Jean had never really done this to him before. Of course, she hadn't ever been hanging on him like this for so long, either. He returned her embrace buy putting his arms around her and gave her back a little rub. "Sure you're OK, Jean? You're not usually so . . . affectionate," he said. "I'm sure. You make me feel better," she said into his chest. He stayed with Jean for quite awhile before she finally let him go and he was able to excuse himself. By the time he was settled back in his room, he had a full-on, painful erection. The guilt from being turned on by his sister wasn't enough to overcome his carnal desires, it would seem. He masturbated before he went to sleep with the scent of lavender still on his mind. James was quiet at breakfast the next morning. He was trying his best to focus on eating and not stare too much at his sister. Until he got his thoughts back under control, he didn't trust himself. He could hear his parents and his sister chatting about something, but he wasn't paying much attention. He wished that Becky wasn't out of town for the next couple of days. He could have at least hid out with her to help ease his mind. Or maybe that wouldn't work, either. She had been filling his mind with thoughts of his sister almost as much as him actually being around his sister did. "Well, James?" his mother asked. "Sorry Mom, still not awake yet. What did you say?" "I asked you if you could take your sister to her hair appointment and pick up some groceries," she repeated. "Sure." "There's money and a list on the counter. Your father and I have to run," she said. His parents were both real estate agents that operated a small office downtown. They did pretty well for themselves, but tended to work long hours, especially lately. It was rare that they were all at home at the same time. Both he and Jean wished them well as they headed out the door. He was clearing the table after he and his sister finished eating when she spoke. "You should get us some wine for tonight," she said. "I don't think Mom wrote that on the list. And Dad will kick my ass if I get you drunk," James joked. "They won't find out unless you tell them. They won't be home until tomorrow night," she replied. "They won't?" he asked. "Are you on drugs or something? Didn't you hear a word that they said?" Jean asked him. "No," he admitted. "They're going down to Houston after work tonight for a conference tomorrow," she said. "Oh. I guess I could, then. When is your appointment? Same place as last time?" he asked. A Sister's Request "One-thirty, same place. Don't go inviting any of your dweeby friends over, either. I don't feel like being around anyone tonight. OK?" "Sure, I guess. Do you want me to go stay in a motel or something?" he asked. "Don't be silly. I need you to keep me company," she replied. They puttered away much of the morning, doing lots of nothing. They decided to head out a little early so that they could grab some lunch before it was time for Jean's hair appointment. James pulled into a little diner that their family had liked for years. The people that ran the place made their own bread and buns and always had awesome burgers. "Do you plan on moving out when you finish your last year?" Jean asked. "Yeah, I mean I can't live at home forever, you know," he replied. "I know. Don't move far away, though. I'll miss you," she said. "I've still got a year to go, I've no idea where I'll be. Maybe I'll be in jail," James said. "Plan on robbing a bank or something?" Jean asked. "No, I'm just saying that it's too early for me to figure out where I'm going to be. Wherever I can get a decent job, I suppose," he said. "Becky won't want you to go away, either," Jean said. "I won't forget about my two favorite girls, don't worry. I don't want to be without you guys," James said. It had occurred before to James that his sister depended on him a lot. He had no desire to leave her, he could sense that the prospect of that happening was really bothering Jean. He hated to think that she was upset when he didn't have much of a future plan in place anyway. They finished their meal and headed over to the hair studio. James walked his sister in and waited patiently for her to get her trim. It was one of his least favorite places to be, so lucky for him it didn't take too long. On their way back to his car he thought he would pick on her a bit. "Was that chick that cut your hair blind, too?" he asked. "What?" "I was just wondering how she got it to look like that," he replied. "Nice try, James," she smiled. "You're no fun to pick on. You can always tell when I'm lying," he said, pretending to be hurt. "It's the thought that counts." They hit the grocery store next, roaming around, James doing his best to complete the list that his mother had left. Jean was beginning to lose her patience. She was tired of walking in circles and the amount of time that this little adventure was taking. Her brother was a hopeless shopper. "Are you lost or something? How long is this going to take?" she wondered aloud. "Quiet. What kind of wine do you want?" he asked. "I don't know. Pick something that you like," she suggested. Her knowledge of wine was nonexistent. James was far from a wine expert himself, but he recognized a sangria that he had had before. He grabbed a couple bottles and they went off to pay for their items. They went back home and James put away the groceries while his sister changed into a swim suit. They decided that the heat of the afternoon would be a good time to lounge in and around the pool. He was sitting in the shade while his sister floated around on a raft when Becky called. He picked his cell off the table next to him and answered. "Hey babe. Make it all right?" he asked. "Yeah we got here a little while ago. What are you up to today?" Becky asked. "Hanging at the pool with Jean," he said. "Got any big plans tonight?" she asked. "Na. We're going to stay in. Our parents are out of town tonight, might have some wine and watch a movie or something." "I wish I was there with you. How's Jean? Was she upset about Brian?" she asked. "She's fine," he replied, not wanting to talk about his sister while she was floating in the pool right next to him. "Alright. Tell her I said hi. I'll talk to you later, love you!" she said. "Love you, too," he replied. "Becky says hi," James called to his sister. "Did she sound jealous that I have you all to myself today?" Jean asked. "She didn't say anything about that, but I don't think that she is all that excited about the baby shower. She'd rather be here," he replied. "Do you think you'll want to have a baby some day?" Jean asked. "Sure, I guess. How about you?" "I don't know. I've thought about it, but it would be kind of tough, you know?" she said. "It would be a lot of work, that's for sure," he agreed. "You'd make a good daddy." "Someday, maybe," he said, strangely touched at his sister's kind words. He was getting that funny feeling again. "I'm about ready for some wine. Will you have some with me?" she asked, feeling her way around the edge of the pool. "Sure. You want to stay out here or you want to go in?" he asked. "Let's stay out here for a while, it's so nice," she replied. James went to fetch them both a glass of wine. He took the time to cut up some cheese so that they could have cheese and crackers to snack on, as well. He didn't know if it was proper to serve the two of them together or not, but it sounded good to him. Putting everything on a tray, he went back out by the pool. "Here you are, my dear," he said, handing Jean her glass. "I brought some cheese and crackers, too. You better eat something if you're going to be drinking wine. I don't want you to be passing out on me." "Thanks. It's not the first time that I ever had anything to drink, you know. Remember Dad let me have some champagne when I graduated," she informed him. "Heh, I'm just warning you, is all. Believe it or not, I'm fairly familiar with the inebriation process," he said. "Yeah I know. You're the big college party guy. I'll try not to get too rowdy, but you better keep an eye on me," Jean said, taking her first sip. "If it looks like we're going to brawl, I'll just lock you in a closet or something," he replied. "You know, I've heard that saying before, but I don't think we have locks on any of our closets," she pointed out. "You're probably right. I'd figure something out. Just try and behave," he chuckled. After a while, they ate their snacks, finished their glass of wine, and decided to head back inside. Jean declared that she wanted to do something fun, even though she didn't know what that would be. James named off a few things and eventually they decided to play Monopoly. They had the braille version of several board games though it had been a while since they had sat down and played one. Monopoly was always good for killing a couple of hours. It was near the end of their third glass of wine that Jean began to feel the pressure of imminent bankruptcy. James rolled the dice. "Eleven, I land on 'go'," he said. Jean frowned. She had Boardwalk and Park Place with three houses on each. "I don't believe it," she said, reaching into the little box that they rolled the dice into. Gently, she rubbed her fingers over the top of them to confirm that James had indeed rolled what he said that he did. "How can you go around the board like seven times in a row without landing on any of my properties?" she asked. "I try to steer clear of bad neighborhoods. Why would I stay at one of your flophouses when I have such a vast array of luxury hotels to pick from?" he teased. It wasn't long after that that Jean had fallen into the red after hitting a couple of the before mentioned hotels. "That was fun," James said, rubbing in his victory. Jean pouted in silence as he gathered up the pieces so that he could put the game away. "Now what would you like to do?" he asked. "How about some more wine to start with?" she asked, holding up her empty glass. "You sure? You still feeling all right?" her brother wondered. "I'm fine," she replied. Jean did seem all right to her brother, but she must have been feeling the effects of the wine by then. He knew that he was. Content that the situation was under control, James uncorked the second bottle. It wasn't until Jean got up to go use the bathroom a little while later that she realized that she was getting pretty drunk. She was disoriented and a bit wobbly, but managed to make it to the toilet and back. James noted her condition as she came back into the kitchen. She finished what she had in her glass in three large gulps. "There, I think I've had enough wine for a while. What time is it?" she asked with a slight slur to her voice. "A little after eight," James replied. "Hmmm. Time flies when you're getting drunk, I guess." "That it can. Do you want something to eat?" he asked. "No. Let's go in the living room and listen to TV," she suggested. "Sure." Though she probably could have made it on her own, James took her arm as they moved from the kitchen table to the couch. They sat in front of the TV for a while but it wasn't long before Jean was snuggling against him, much like she had the night before. She had been thinking about having her arms around him for the whole day. She wasn't worried that he was her brother, it felt right. She was a woman, he was a man, and she loved him. She couldn't stand the thought of losing him to the real world and growing up. There was no longer any doubt in her mind that she was going to try and keep him. He might not feel the same way, but if he moved out and she didn't at least try, Jean felt like she would have a hard time living the rest of her life not knowing if she could have spent it with the man that she loved more than anything else in the world. James wriggled around on the couch, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Once again, his sister had caused him to become aroused. She was all but crawling all over him. He ran his fingers through her hair and began to rub her back, causing Jean to moan softly. If it had been any other girl he would probably . . . What did you think was going to happen? You got her drunk, have the house to yourselves, now she's purring in your lap like a hungry kitten. You just gonna go to bed and leave her like that? You know she wants you. "I don't know if we should sit like this. You're kind of having an effect on me," James said softly. Jean thought that she knew what he was talking about. His erection had been pressing into her hip for the past several minutes. Feeling bold, she ran the flat of her hand across his shorts and left it atop the bulging outline of his engorged penis. James sucked in a sharp breath of air. "You mean this?" she whispered. "That doesn't bother me. It makes me feel good. If I wasn't your sister, would you do the things with me that you do with Becky?" "I thinking about doing them anyway," he mumbled. Jean was beginning to stroke him through his shorts. "I wish that you would, James. Just one time. I've had this awful feeling that I'm going to lose you forever. I need you to make love to me before you're gone. I love you, James," she confessed. "I don't think that I can resist you, you're a dream to look at, Jean and I love you very much. I don't want to do anything that would possibly hurt you. This would . . . complicate things. Do you think that it's just the wine that's talking?" he asked. "I've wanted you for so long. I've been on birth control for months and months, not because I planned on hooking up with just anybody. I was thinking about you. One of these nights, I kept telling myself, I would try to get you to sleep with me. I want to show you that I'm more than just some burden that you're forced to take care of. I want to give you a reason not to leave me. I'll do anything you want to please you. Anything, James," she whispered, tears appearing on her cheeks. James pulled his sister even closer to him, effectively crushing her body against his. She was playing on his heart strings and he found himself choking back tears, as well. "You're not a burden, Jean. You're one of the best things in my life. I will never abandon you, I love you. You don't have to have sex with me to make me want to stay with you. I'd make love to you in a heartbeat, though. You're incredibly sexy, and I've been thinking a lot about you, too." "Then do it, James. I need you. I need you to be my first," Jean said. She managed to break free enough from his crushing embrace to inch up along his body so that they could kiss. With her arms around his neck, they brought their lips together. Jean seemed frantic, acting as though she was literally trying to eat her brother's face. "Slow down there, little sis. Just relax, let me," James whispered in her ear. He realized that she was eager, but he also realized that she had little to no experience in that sort of thing. Jean froze in mid-attack to let her brother take over. James put a hand on the back of her head to guide her in for a long, slow, french kiss. While they kissed, and kissed, and kissed, Jean felt like her body was about to catch fire. She felt James lift her from the couch and begin walking. In a few short moments she felt herself being lowered onto the familiar surface of her bed. "We'll be more comfortable in here," James explained. He began to tug on Jean's shirt. She immediately took the hint and pulled it off before he had the chance. Less than a minute later, they were both completely naked. "You look amazing, Jean," James said. Jean was a short woman, no more than five and a half feet tall. She weighed one hundred and forty-six pounds which made her slightly heavier than Becky, but James thought that her curves were delightful. Lost in her nakedness, he barely heard what his sister was saying. "Come over here, I need to feel what you are like." James complied, laying on the bed next to his sister, but he never took his eyes off of her. He was living out a fantasy that he thought would not and could not ever happen. There was no way to keep his eyes from feasting on her body. Jean ran her hands over his chest and stomach, feeling what little bit of hair he had there, as well as the definition of his muscles. He was no body builder, but was in pretty good shape. Not many extra pounds, if any. She moved her hands lower to his pubic area, noting from the trace amount of stubble that he must shave down there. Then, she wrapped her fingers around the first cock that she had ever touched in her young life. "It's so big and smooth," she cooed. Up until this point, Jean had never had anything inside of her but a couple of her own fingers. She wasn't sure if it was even possible that this thing would fit. "It's not really all that big," James confided. "It's about six inches. There's guys out there that are a lot bigger than that." Jean giggled as her brother's cock twitched in her hands. It was extremely exciting for him to have his sister exploring his nakedness, knowing that she had never done this with anyone else. Her touch seemed electric, causing him to hiss and moan as her hands roamed over his manhood. "Am I hurting you?" she wondered. "No, it feels really good. It's really sexy watching you touch me," he replied. Jean blushed profusely but did not stop. She liked making her brother feel good and having him in her hands like that was filling her with a lust of the like she had nothing to compare to. "Do you want me to put it in my mouth?" she asked. "I want you to, but only if you feel comfortable with it. I . . ." James had his words cut short as Jean bent to taste her brother's cock. "Oh God," he mumbled. She wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and used her tongue as though she was french-kissing it. She then licked down one side and up the other, intermittently throwing in tiny nibbles along the way. James shuddered under the teasing pleasure, unable to avert his gaze from the delight displayed on his sister's face. It looked like she was really enjoying herself. Jean was enjoying herself, she never thought that it could possibly be so much fun listening to her brother whimper with every little touch of her tongue. She had obviously never done anything like this before, nor had she anyway of seeing it. She was operating off of instinct and what she remembered from a few of the more racy erotic novels that she had read. First hand experience was so much better than anything she could ever read. Feeling as though she had teased and nibbled enough, Jean decided to see how much of him she could get into her mouth. James had told her that he wasn't really that big, but his cock seemed massive to her when she was trying to swallow it. She experimented with slightly different angles and pressures until she was able to take his entire length without choking herself too bad. She fell into a rhythm, fucking him with her mouth like a wanton whore from one of her stories, all the while listening to her brother's encouragement. "That's fantastic, baby. I'm going to cum real soon," James hissed. He never in a million years would have guessed that his sister could perform oral sex at a near-professional level. "If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, you better stop," he advised. She didn't stop. Instead, she dug her nails into his thighs and began to milk him faster. James moaned and thrust his hips upward while his body stiffened. Jean felt her mouth flood with his seed as her brother climaxed. Slowing her rhythm, she eventually pulled her mouth off his shaft, trying to determine what exactly his semen tasted like. There really wasn't anything that she could compare it to, she just logged it away in her brain as the flavor of her brother's sex. Even though her jaws ached and she was somewhat short of breath, Jean was immensely proud of herself. She had made James cum with her mouth! She leaned back smiling, rubbing his belly and thighs. "Did you like it?" she asked. "That was pretty amazing, Jean. I don't believe that you've never done it before. You must have been practicing on somebody," James replied. He rubbed her shoulders and back while he recovered from his orgasm. "I haven't, I swear! I never touched anyone else, you're the only one!" she cried, her smile fading instantly. "Hey, relax. Don't take me so seriously, I'm just trying to say that you were wonderful," he said quickly. Normally, Jean could tell by the tone of his voice whether or not he was being serious or just being a smart-ass. Must be her mind was focused something else. "Now I'm going to show you how much I loved it." "Oh, heh, I'm still a little nervous, I guess. I'm glad you liked it, I just want to make you happy," she replied, trying to relax. James sat up beside her and kissed her deeply. "You've done more than make me happy, I love you, Jean. Now lay back, I want to lick you," he said. Jean followed his instructions, scooting back and laying down. She parted her legs for her brother, the anticipation of what he was about to do just about killing her. It was kind of surreal to James, seeing his sister laying there like that. There would be no more wondering about what she looked like naked, that was for sure. All of the pool time had left Jean a deep shade of bronze, except for the more naughty bits that her swimsuit had kept hidden. They were incredibly pale and/or pink. It almost looked as though someone had taken a highlighter to her to accentuate her sexy parts. Like him, she was shaved smooth, and her puffy, pink pussy glistened with her excitement. "You're more beautiful than I thought was possible. I love you so much," James proclaimed as he maneuvered himself between his sister's legs. "You're so sweet, James," she whispered in reply. He licked his way up along her inner thigh, breathing in the sexual scent of his sister's arousal. Once reaching it's destination, James' tongue was dragged across Jean's clit. She moaned and involuntarily ground herself into her brother's mouth. He pushed apart her labia and was soon lost in the sweet juices of his sister's cunt. Alternating between working her clitoris and thrusting his tongue as far inside of her as possible, James was able to send waves of pleasure through Jean's body. A Sister's Request "Oh my God, oh my God," she chanted, a fistful of bedding in each hand. James slid his hands under his sister's ass, mauling and manipulating her cheeks as he pulled her quivering pussy tighter against his probing tongue. A couple of minutes of this was all that Jean could stand before she felt herself experiencing an explosive orgasm against her brother's face. James could tell what was happening, and he did his best to prolong her pleasure. He smiled inwardly as her taste grew stronger as a small rush of liquid spewed from her sex. Once satisfied that she was finished, he crawled up beside her to shower her with kisses. The smell and taste of her own fluids coming from her brother's lips was erotically second to only the orgasm that she had just experienced. She had never felt so wonderful, so satisfied. "James, oh James," was all that she was able to mutter. She just couldn't put the words together to articulate exactly what it was that she was feeling. It was definitely more than what she had imagined it would be. During the kissing and nibbling in the afterglow of the fantastic climax from her brother's tongue, one of her hands found its way around his stiff shaft. He was very, very hard again. She was thinking that it was time for her to give herself to him totally. "I want you to make love to me, James. Fill me up," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I will, but uh, I've never been with a virgin before. I don't want to hurt you, I've heard that it could hurt," he replied. The thought of deflowering his sister was extremely stimulating, and James could barely hold himself back from just plunging into her. He did want her to understand what it was that she was asking for, even though he really couldn't tell her for certain what she was going to go through. "It's OK, I need it to be you. I want to belong to my brother, I want you to make me a woman," she whispered. His sister's words were almost enough for him to cum for a second time that night without any penetration. Jean remained on her back while James positioned himself over top of her. Guiding his throbbing erection to her entrance, he took a deep breath, realizing that things between he and Jean were never going to be the same again. For better or worse though, there was no way that he was going to be able to stop. He slid around a little until he was positioned at her entrance. "Are you ready, baby?" he asked. Jean said nothing, she was biting her bottom lip while she nodded that she was ready. James wasn't sure about the best way to go about this, so he kept applying more and more pressure against Jean's tiny opening. He inched his cock forward slowly until he was balls deep inside of his sister. He didn't move for a few moments to let Jean get used to the feeling. "Are you OK?" he asked with concern. "I'm OK, it's OK. Just slow, alright?" she rasped. Her brother began to slide in and out of her as slowly as he could stand to go. Despite his concern, and the look on his sister's face, the tight pussy gripping his cock was bringing him heavenly pleasure. Thankfully, it wasn't long before the pain faded to the slightest of discomfort and Jean was able to enjoy the sensation of her brother's manhood stretching and filling her little cunt. James could see the change in his sister's reactions to him. "Better?" he asked, bending forward to plant kisses on her neck and upper chest. "So much better. Oh I love you!" she declared, wrapping her arms around James' back, holding him tight. His pace stayed slow as he nuzzled her neck and ran his finger tips across her left nipple. James only quickened his rhythm when he felt his sister begin to slam herself up against him to meet his thrusts. As much as he wanted the moment to last, he could feel his orgasm building. "I'm not going to be able to last much longer," he grunted. "Are you really on birth control?" "You can cum in me, we're safe," she assured him. She wasn't all that close to an orgasm of her own, but she didn't care. James had already taken care of her once and he felt wonderful inside of her. The thought of him cumming inside of her for the first time was more than enough made up for the lack of a second climax. He was going to spray his load inside of her because he loved her and desired her. Pleasing him was the best feeling in the world. Jean couldn't really feel it when James ejaculated into her womb. She felt a definite wetness afterward, but it wasn't like when he was in her mouth earlier when she could feel every little jet of semen leave his cock. This was different, but satisfying all the same. James collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing heavily. She ran a hand through his hair and over his forehead, feeling the sweat that had collected there. "You didn't cum again, I'm sorry," he said, composing himself. "That's alright. That was more than I could ever ask for," she replied, snuggling close and kissing his chest. She had to giggle as she felt a combination of their fluids dripping out of her onto her thighs. "What's so funny?" he asked. "I'm leaking," she replied. James looked down to see what she was talking about. Jean was oozing a thin,pink goo onto the bed, a mixture of what looked to be semen, blood, and and her natural lubrication. "It think we ought to get cleaned up," he suggested. "It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to wash your sheets, either. It might look like we had too much fun in here," he added with a laugh. Although James had made a very logical suggestion, it was quite a while before either of them could stop kissing the other one long enough for them to get out of bed. With their combined efforts of teasing, and licking, and well placed rubbing, Jean was able to achieve her second orgasm before they began their clean-up process. Once showered and Jean's bedding was safely in the dryer, the two retired to James' room where they slept in the same bed for the first time as lovers. ***** Jean awoke somewhat groggy and disoriented. When she swung her bare feet onto the carpet and sat up, she began to recall the events of the night before. She was in James' bed, not her own. She had no idea what time it was, and she was alone. Her brother must gotten up first and slipped away without disturbing her. It was kind of disheartening to wake up alone. She was hoping James would not have woken up and fled in panic, thinking everything that they had done was a mistake. She didn't think that was actually the case, but it was hard to shake the feeling of guilt and worry in the pit of her stomach. That, combined with the amount of wine that she had consumed, left her feeling a little queasy. She called for James, but there was no answer. Seeing as how she was still naked, she navigated her way to her room to get some clothes and check the time. She pressed a button on her alarm clock that called out the hours and minutes in a flat, mechanical voice. "Eleven forty-nine, a.m.," robo-clock told her. No wonder James was up and gone, she had slept half of the day away. Jean threw on a pair of old shorts and a tee shirt before making her way to the bathroom. After taking care of business there, she headed to the kitchen to try and find something to relieve the terrible cotton-mouth that she had woken with. She had just gotten to the refrigerator when she heard a key turning in the back door right before it opened. "James?" she asked. "Yeah, it's just me. I was too lazy to make us anything to eat, so I went and got us some breakfast sandwiches. Are you hungry?" he asked, setting a bag down on the kitchen table. "More thirsty than anything else," she replied. "I got some Gatorade, too. It's great after you've been drinking. Want some?" he asked. They sat at the table together and ate their breakfast/lunch and drank their Gatorade. Neither one of them said much until they were almost finished. "I was worried when I woke up and you weren't there. I Thought maybe you ran away," Jean admitted. "Why would you think I ran away?" James asked, already knowing what she was hinting at. "Because of what we did. Are you ashamed of what we did?" she asked, nearly whispering. James swallowed the last of his sandwich and took his time before he answered. He knew that they had a lot to talk about and he had been thinking about what he was going to say since he had gotten up that morning. He was terribly nervous that the words would not come out right. "A little. I'm supposed to care of you and protect you. Instead, I got you drunk and took your virginity. Still, it was probably the most wonderful night that I ever had in my life. I'm worried that I took advantage of you and that you might not feel the same way as you did last night. I know we're brother and sister, but I love you as something more than that. I don't know what I'll do if I've hurt you. I've got to know how you feel," he said, chest thumping out of control. When James had gotten up that morning, he was certain that his sister was deeply in love with him and everything that they had done was done with that mutual love. Then, as he thought about it, which was every second since he opened his eyes, more and more doubts had crept into his mind. He had to hear it from her again, hopefully before he had some kind of breakdown. Just as his patience was running out, and he was about to ask Jean to at least say something, the unspeakable happened. The thing that he was fearing most, large, heavy tears began to flow down his sister's cheeks and she began to choke back violent sobs. He had made his beautiful sister cry and now was at a loss as to what he should do. His first thought was to go crawl under a rock and die, but instead he began to beg for forgiveness. "Jean, I am so sorry. It's all my fault, I'm sorry. Is there any way that you can forgive me? Please?" he cried. He reached for her hand as his own tears started to flow. She squeezed his hand hard enough that he heard his knuckles crack. "They're happy tears, dumb-butt," she managed to get out, trying to control her breathing. "What you just said is how I feel. I love you so much more than a sister is supposed to. I was so afraid that I made a mistake last night and you would be afraid to love me anymore. But you feel like I do, don't you?" James dropped her hand and planted what seemed to be a thousand tiny, tickling kisses on his sister's face and neck. She was soon giggling instead of crying. His spirit was lifted from the gutter to the moon once he heard those words from his sister. "You had me worried there for a minute, kid. I'm not afraid to love you. It would kill me not to. And no more crying, that almost killed me, too!" he laughed, gripping her shoulders from behind. Jean placed her hands on his, feeling one hundred percent better about their relationship and life in general.