54 comments/ 171240 views/ 219 favorites All Fun and Games By: Flidarjosh All character are, of course, eighteen years of age or older. Contains: brother/sister incest, slow build-up (just a fair warning). ***** "Jaaaaaaaames!" Even with my headphones on, I could hear my sister yelling my name from downstairs. I decided to ignore her and turned the volume up a step. It didn't take her much time to poke her head through my door, her lips moving soundlessly. I couldn't figure out what she was trying to say over the loud music, but she looked mildly agitated, so I took pity on her and lowered my headphones. "Yes, my dear?" I said. "Ugh, didn't you hear me at all? My controller's empty again and I can't find any batteries. Have you seen any?" She started looking through my room without waiting for an answer. "Firstly, I didn't hear you at all, as I am listening to music, as you may see," I lied. "And secondly, no, I have not seen the batteries you are looking for." "Dammit, where are these little fuckers again? I'm in the middle of a race!" "Language, please." "Oh, shut up and help me find them!" She threw a shirt at me she just picked up. I wordlessly raised an eyebrow and she rolled her eyes in response, but put on her sweetest smile at the same time. "Please, big bro?" I laughed. At any other time, she would have asked our mom, but as our parents had left us on our own for three weeks of summer vacation, for some cultural sight-seeing in Eastern Europe, I was her only hope left. And as tempting as it was to just ignore her cheeky request, I'd rather see her in a good mood than to let her sulk for the next few hours. She took gaming rather seriously. "Well, if you ask that nicely." I sighed, stopped the music and got up from my bed, where I had been lying comfortably until now, and followed her downstairs. "But didn't you buy a rechargeable controller about a week ago? You know, to save batteries?" I put the last words in finger quotes. "Well, yeah, but I didn't get round on actually recharging it. You see, it has to be plugged into a USB port for six hours straight and I really don't-" "Yes yes, enough with your excuses." I held my hand up, interrupting her. "Let's just find you some of them buggers." My sister wasn't actually that geeky, but she was tech-savvy and a passionate video gamer. She preferred racing games, while I was more of a role-player myself. So she got to use the XBox most of the time and I had a decent gaming PC in my room. It was nice to have similar hobbies, but I still liked to poke a little fun at her once in a while. In the kitchen, she started rummaging through the drawers she had obviously already searched before. "They're almost always here or in the front door dresser, but I've checked and there were none. And I know that mom brought some before they left." "Maybe she took them along?" "No, I told her to buy two packs and leave one here." She made a mess extracting the contents of the cabinet that were probably undisturbed for the last few years. I idly looked around the kitchen until something caught my eye on the upper shelf. When I wandered off to inspect the suspicious yellow box, it was indeed a set of twenty brand new AA batteries, ready for use. Triumphantly, I claimed my treasure. "Here they are." "What?" She spun around. "Where?" I handed her the box with only the slightest bit of haughtiness. "Top shelf, dear sister." "Ha ha, like I'd ever found them up there," she scoffed and grabbed the box from me. "Did mom order dad to put away the groceries, again?" She sighed deeply. "Anyway, thank you James." Despite the grumbling, her mood brightened visibly. She had a point, though. With 6'1", I was almost a foot taller than her, and from her angle, it was unlikely she could see anything on top of the shelf. She gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, a sign of affection that grew common in the last few weeks, and bounced back to the couch. I decided to follow up and flopped myself beside her. She reloaded her controller and seconds later, she was back into the game, her eyes glued to the TV screen. "You've become pretty good at this," I said matter-of-factly. "Huh, you bet. I had lots of time to practice and I'd beat you any time now." "You may be good, but I still have a three year gaming advantage. And better reflexes." "No you don't." she snorted, still not looking at me. I wasn't in the mood to argue with her, so I let it drop. Instead, I lounged back on the couch and let my gaze wander from the screen to my sister. She did look a little geeky, wearing a hoodie and loose gym pants, her brown hair tied up in a ponytail with a few loose strands tucked behind her ears. She could have worn glasses to perfect her casual outfit, but she told me once she didn't like them while playing. She was wearing contact lenses instead, like she did most of the time. Still, she was a pretty girl and I loved the ardor in her face when she was at her game, or anything else she threw herself into. What I also liked about her were her ears, strangely enough. Their shape and delicate curves and how they reddened whenever she was agitated. And I liked it when she put her lower lip between her teeth, the determined look it gave her. And her cute, slightly upturned nose that cringed every time she made a slight mistake. Oh, and I really liked her neck and how it... "Watcha staring at?" Her question pulled me out of my daydream. "Wha-? Nothing, I was just, you know, thinking." The race was over. She won. "Thinking 'bout what?" she probed. "Uhm, guy stuff. I guess." She raised an eyebrow. "So you're thinking about 'guy stuff' while looking at your sister, huh?" "Not that kind of guy stuff, silly!" I slapped her arm playfully. "I was just...musing, looking nowhere." "Maybe thinking about getting a new job already?" she teased. She was right, I was basically unemployed at the moment. I had ditched my old job at a fishing shop a few months ago, shortly after me and my now ex-girlfriend parted ways. We didn't really "break up" in a traditional sense, our relationship rather dissolved itself, between me working, her working, pursuing hobbies, being busy and all that. We had shared two years of our life together, moved to another city, were making plans. After that, I didn't want to stay there and my parents were more than happy to have me in the house again, as was my sister. It had been strange the first few days, but now that I was back for some weeks, it felt like I'd never left at all. "After summer." I finally said. "Are you still mourning her?" "No, I guess I'm past that. If there had ever been something to mourn about in the first place." "So what then? You're just lazy?" "I'm relaxing. You know, enjoying the calm as long as I still can." "You mean like, in your room, alone, listening to music or playing games?" "As if you've done anything productive today," I scoffed. "How about you accompany me to the kitchen and help me prepare dinner, for a change? You get to cut the veggies." "Alright, alright, tell you what." She offered me the second controller." I'll race you split screen and if you win, I'll make us dinner and you can do whatever you want. If I win, I'll just help you out of generosity. Deal?" Her sly smile told me the odds were against me, but I took the controller anyway. "Well, besides you cooking, I can't seem to find any downs-" I stopped, puzzled. "Wait a minute, didn't you say you were out of batteries?" "I was. For my controller." "You could have just switched them, you know." "Pft. Less talking, more driving!" The race was already on countdown. "What did I ever do to you?" I shook my head. "Lose," she smiled. ***** Needless to say, I lost. Dinner was already on the table, but my sister had decided to take a "quick" shower after she was done helping me in the kitchen. I didn't want to rush her, but I wasn't keen on letting the food get cold either. "Lynn?" I called her up the stairs. "You're coming or what?" "One minute!" she shouted back. "It's always one minute with you!" I returned to the table and filled two glasses with the white wine that was left from the cooking. I even considered lighting a candle, but then again, it wasn't a very special evening. I cooked regularly for my family since I was back, more so now my parents were out of the house. If I had let my sister have her way, it would have been pizza service and microwave food all the time. Not that she was particularly unhealthy. We had a trampoline in the backyard she used frequently and once in a while I could even convince her to go swimming with me. She could wear a bikini just fine. More than fine. She was in fact rather slender, almost petite, but with matching, womanly curves. "Done," my sister said as she wandered into the kitchen. She had changed into a t-shirt and her still-wet hair hung just above her shoulders. Not a bad look for her either, but personally, I preferred the pony tail. "Mmh, smells nice!" She sat down at the table. "Wine, risotto...James, you're spoiling me!" "Too late, dear sister. You're already spoiled." A quick poke of her tongue couldn't betray her genuine smile. I too sat down, took a sip of the wine and started eating. "So, you have any plans for tomorrow?" I asked between bites. "Yep, the girls are comin' over. We're gonna be out for lunch, though." "Too bad, I could have made pizza for all of you." The "girls" were Lynn's three best friends. In no particular order there were Allie, a shy but very cute, dark-haired geek who shared most of my sister's interests. Furthermore Shirin, a fiery and quite busty girl of Middle Eastern descent, who had the most beautiful gray-green eyes I had ever seen on any woman. And finally—and I may have lied about the order—Roxy. Her name was actually Linda, but strangely enough, nobody called her that, not even her own parents. And she was gorgeous! Just about two inches shorter than me, sun-bleached blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, tanned and toned. As a volleyball player, she was slim but muscular, with a tight tush and a very sexy indication of a six-pack. Add to that an enchanting laugh and her odd habit of hugging me at every opportunity, and you may get an idea why she was the main reason I liked to have the girls over. They were all about the same age as my sister, by the way, eighteen to twenty. "Daydreaming again?" I really should have stopped doing this when my sister was around. "Nope, I was just...enjoying the silence," I said absently. "You didn't eat for two minutes straight." "I was thinking about-" "Roxy?" she finished my sentence for me, smirking. I grimaced, being caught so easily. She knew me too well. "She likes you, you know?" my sister said. "I can tell." "Just not in the way I imagine you'd want her to like you." "Come on." I took my wine and leaned back in the chair. "She treats me like I'm ten years old! I'm actually surprised she doesn't bring me candy. Or, I dunno, pat my head every time I walk by." My sister was obviously trying hard not to laugh at me. "At least she hugs you, you always seem to like that." I put on a fake pout and crossed my arms in front of me. "Aww, poor Jamie," she snickered. "Don't worry, with that cooking skills of yours, you'll find yourself a girlfriend soon enough. Another one, I mean." I noticeably flinched at the last comment. Our "break-up" hadn't been very painful, but it didn't mean I liked the way it went. In hindsight, cutting all ties to this part of my life probably indicated that it had affected me more than I was yet ready to admit. "You know, you'll never get over her if you don't watch out for new opportunities." "I told you, I'm past that." I made a dismissing gesture. She examined me for several moments as to evaluate my honesty, then rolled her eyes. "But seriously, you're a nice guy. Funny, smart, reasonably handsome..." "Reasonably handsome, eh?" I raised an eyebrow. "Shut up, You know what I mean," she chuckled."You won't get any more compliments from me acting like that." She pointed her fork at me and took another bite before continuing. "So, you got any plans yourself, or are you just staying here to ogle at my guests?" "Well, I did consider to drive down to the lake and have a nice long swim, but I think I like your idea better." "Thought as much, perv." We were both laughing now. We spent the rest of dinner chit-chatting about the plans for our immediate and distant future. I more or less successfully dodged her attempts to tease me about Roxy, and after I made her help me clean up, we each went to our rooms. Since I had nothing better to do, I played Skyrim for the rest of the day until I was tired and went to bed. Tomorrow would be a good day. ***** I actually did go to the lake the next day, though I chose the morning hours, when the sun wasn't as hot and the water still refreshing. Besides swimming and relaxing, it also gave me the chance to contemplate my current life undisturbed. Basically, my sister was right. I should have gone dating again, and even without her hinting at it, I may not have had the worst of chances. After all, I was tall, sporty but not bulky, with short, dark hair and the same hazel eyes as my sister's. And yes, I was in fact quite proud of my cooking skills. Girls like men who can cook. My train of thought was interrupted when a group of bikini-clad girls arrived at the lake and I found myself being more interested in watching them splash around, than to listen to what was going on inside my head. After about half an hour of gawking, I took one last dip in the lake to cool off mind and body, then drove home, dropping by a small diner on the way for some lunch. Even with being too lazy to cook sometimes, I just couldn't bring myself to eat fast food. Back at our house, there was no sign of the girls yet, so I brought myself to at least making them some snacks for later. I couldn't suppress a laugh as I realized that I was once again in my mom's role, not that I did mind much. I actually enjoyed caring for my sister, or her guests in that matter. Granted, we fought and bitched at each other from time to time, like all siblings do, but we generally got along rather well. And I somehow had the urge to make up for the time I had left her alone here with our parents. Just as the smell of freshly baked cheese crackers pervaded the kitchen, I heard the front door, followed by giggles and idle chatter. "Hi, James!" the girls chirped almost simultaneously as I rounded the corner to greet them. As usual, Roxy came right up at me and gave me a short but sincere hug. Her scent of coconut was intoxicating. "So, I hope you girls all ate healthy today?" I said. "Yes, mom," my sister sneered. "Don't bully him, Lynn." Roxy put her arm around me and pulled me to her playfully. "I wish I had such a nice, caring brother. If you don't want him, I'll take him in anytime." If she had also patted my head right then, my sister would have probably died laughing, but I didn't care, as I could feel Roxy's breast pressing against my arm. "Let's get to my room, girls," my sister laughed, and Roxy let go of me. "Alright, if you need anything, you know where to find me." I made an implied bow. "Thanks, James," Shirin purred and winked at me before following the others. I lingered for a moment and watched them ascend the stairs, appreciating the display, before returning to the kitchen. The crackers were done. ***** A knock on my door disturbed my aimless web-surfing about an hour later. "Yes, come in," I replied. The door opened and Allie poked her head through. "Hey," she said shyly. "Hey, what's up?" "Um," she started, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "We were about to play a game and we wanted to ask if you might want to, you know, join us maybe?" "What kind of game?" "Well, you should probably see for yourself, but it's more fun with more people. But if you don't want to..." Her gaze fell towards the floor. She was way too cute to refuse her proposal. "No, no!" I said hastily, almost jumping out of my chair. "I'd love to, seriously." "Great!" she beamed and grabbed my hand. "Let's go." I felt strangely manipulated as she led me to my sister's room. Girls just had it far too easy with me, sometimes. Most of the times. I had always been the one to let the prettiest girl in class copy my homework. Or every other girl that fluttered her eyebrows at me, for that matter. The others were already sitting in a half circle on the floor when we arrived. "Someone ordered a fifth wheel?" I joked. "The more, the merrier," my sister said and beckoned me over. We sat down, legs crossed, and shifted to form an even circle, me sitting between Allie and my sister. I noticed an empty wine bottle and a box in our center. "So, what are we playing?" I asked, nodding towards the props. "Pocky-kissing," Shirin answered flatly. "Um, what?" "It's basically like spin-the-bottle." She opened the box and pulled out something that looked like a chocolate-covered pretzel stick. "You put one of those in your mouth and your partner takes the other end in her mouth. Then you both nibble on it towards each other. The one that breaks the 'kiss' or shies away first, loses. The winner gets to spin next. Simple." I was one blink away from disputing the sense of—and my participation in—this game, as it dawned on me. Playing a kissing game with Roxy? Hell yes! Worst case scenario, I could watch four girls engaging in their borderline lesbian activities before getting thrown out for drooling on the carpet. The only question left was whose brilliant idea it had been to include me in their fun in the first place. Sure, I had long suspected my sister to be drawn to her own sex, and this game could easily have been her brainchild. But that didn't quite explain the current situation. "You're still in?" I heard Shirin's voice through my speculations. "Yeah, sure, I'm in." "I expected nothing less," she winked at me. I somehow felt like the room had gotten several degrees hotter in the past minute and I struggled to get back my calm. I really didn't want to have to excuse myself for the bathroom before the good part had started. On an unrelated side note, I suddenly remembered that the last time I had sex was about half a year ago. "So, who's first?" I asked. "Allie's first, 'cause she had to fetch you," my sister said, pointing towards her. Allie grabbed the bottle and the box of sweets and looked at the group, obviously a bit nervous. "Okay, here we go." The bottle spun, followed by five pairs of curious eyes. When it finally stopped, it pointed right at Roxy. "Alright, let's do this," Roxy grinned. Allie took a Pocky stick from the box and put it between her teeth as Roxy turned to her, one corner of her mouth turned up in an impish smile. She closed her lips around the other end and they both started gnawing towards each other. When their mouths were about a finger's width apart, and Roxy already began to tilt her head, Allie moved back, visibly blushing. "I win!" Roxy announced. She took the bottle and gave it a spin, only to have it pointing straight back at herself at the end. "Huh, I guess I'll just have another one of those." She took a second stick and happily munched on it before grabbing the bottle again. I had my hopes up for the next spin. I had no idea how far she would go to tease me, but I was willing—more than willing—to find out. But to my dismay, it pointed at Shirin instead, who didn't seem to be all that unhappy about the outcome as well. The two girl repeated the play of carefully moving towards the center of the little delicacy, and just as their lips met, Shirin slowly backed away. All Fun and Games "All yours," she said, nudging Roxy's nose with hers. Two out, two to go. Although it was mathematically nonsense, I was keen for her to hit the jackpot this time. Jackpot was me, by the way. Sadly, again it didn't. The bottle had stopped just inches short of me and instead pointed at my sister's knee. Oh cruel fate. But Roxy's smile turned into a wicked grin at the outcome, and she pinched a Pocky between her lips and crawled up to my sister, the muscles under the tanned skin of her arm flexing tantalizingly. I watched in awe as my sister accepted the far end of the stick in her mouth, and they both began to steadily, almost sensually, nibble closer to each other, not more than an arm's length away from me. Roxy gave me a mischievous look from the corner of her eye before closing the remaining distance, giving my sister a full kiss on the lips. Instead of backing away, she tilted her head and returned the kiss, her hand slowly trailing up Roxy's arm. After what felt to me like an eternity of erotic delight, Roxy broke the kiss and scuttled back to her spot. I saw my sister lick the remaining bits of chocolate from her reddened lips, slowly trailing along where her friend's had been only moments ago, her cheeks flushed and her breath heavy. "Your turn, sweetie," Roxy declared in a husky voice. It took her a few moments of recovery before my sister grabbed the bottle to continue the game. I was very glad that I had chosen to wear baggy shorts, for understandable reasons. I was still reenacting their sensuous play inside my head, as a collective of gasps and giggles brought me to attention. The bottle had stopped and pointed directly at me. "Um, seriously?" my sister asked nobody in particular. "Come on, Lynn. I you don't, I will." Shirin encouraged her. Me, I just grinned at her uncomfortably. She turned to me and put a chocolate stick between her teeth and I leaned towards her to receive the other end. I had fully expected her to pull away first, or to just snap off the stick and declare me the winner right away. But she didn't. And so I was dumbfounded when neither of us budged as we munched towards each other, on a crash course of thoughtlessness. I could already feel the hot breath from her nose on my mouth, and I instinctively tilted my head, while the whispers and giggles around us fell silent. As if there was nothing we could have done, our lips finally connected and I felt like electricity was flowing through us. We both froze, unable to react, our gazes locked in a state of disbelief. It was no actual kiss we were sharing, our pursed lips pressed against each other, unmoving. No less innocent than your every-day's friendship smooch. But still, the softness of her lips, the heat radiating from her face, the highly charged atmosphere. It had awakened something in me, and I had no idea what it was. My sister was the first to recover from the initial shock, recoiling from me like she had been burned. She looked terribly confused and her view was skipping between her friends for a sign of approval. The heat I had felt before was instantly replaced by a winter's chill. "Guess I won?" I asked sheepishly, trying to defuse the situation. "Game's over, everybody had their turns," my sister said harshly, then suddenly bounced up. "I'm hungry, anyway." And with that, she stormed out of the room, followed closely by Roxy, who almost kicked me in the head jumping over me. The remaining two girls got up in a more relaxed pace and Shirin gave me an apologetic look, while Allie mouthed a 'sorry' before they left for their friends. I fought the urge to go and apologize right away and sat in silence for several minutes, waiting for my shorts to un-tent. Confusion started to creep up on me and I decided to better head back to my own room. I didn't expect to be needed—or wanted—for the rest of the day, not before dinner-time, anyway. On my bed, I pondered and stared at the ceiling, as if the patterns up there had an answer hidden between them. Had I done wrong? Of course I hadn't, nothing ever happened. Our lips touched, smooch smooch, big deal. It's not like we had no physical contact whatsoever. It had just been a childish game, nothing more. And yet, the tension, our obvious arousal, the whole situation in general made it seem so much more intense, so...sexual. A nap would help me clear my thoughts. ***** I awoke to the sound of girls laughing and the trampoline creaking. I pulled myself to the window and watched them for a while, recollecting my pre-nap predicament. My sister didn't look very upset from up here, lounging in a garden chair, a soda can in her hand. I couldn't see any burning straw men with my name on them, either. Chances were, the storm had calmed down before it even formed. I took a shower to fully wake up and to wash away my unjustified guilty conscience, then headed for the kitchen. Someone had to make dinner after all, and I wasn't in for a delivery service. In the kitchen, I ran into Shirin, who was just pouring herself a glass of water as I entered. "Hey James." She flashed her lovely eyes at me. "Hey." "You'll cook for us tonight?" "Uh, sure. Anything you want in particular? I could make pizza, or a salad maybe?" "You know I'll eat anything from you." The sultry tone in her voice brought back the excitement from earlier, and it wasn't helping at all right now. I went to the fridge to check its contents, hoping for the cool breeze to have a positive effect on me. "Soo, um, how's Lynn?" I asked while examining an eggplant. "Don't worry about her. She was just...surprised." "She's not mad or something? I mean, not that she should be, there's nothing to be worried about, but I was-." She interrupted me with laughter. "She's fine, really!" "Okay..." I said, half questioning. "Look, we just thought it would be nice to include you in our fun. We all like you. We couldn't have expected you two to have a make-out session on the carpet." "We didn't make out!" She came over to me, smiling, and patted my cheek. "Relax. I was just joking." I wondered if any of the girls took me seriously at all. "Are Lynn and Roxy, you know..." I said as she was about to leave. "Together?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, something like that." "If they are, they haven't told me." "But she is into girls, right?" "Which one?" she smirked. "Lynn. I mean I could tell she was into it, I was right next to her." "James." "Uhh, yes?" "Maybe you should ask her yourself, don't you think?" "Yeah, you're right. I should probably do that." I smiled weakly. "Thanks." "My pleasure," she replied and sashayed off. I decided on warm potato salad. I wasn't keen on having a talk just today and that way, we didn't have to eat together and I was able to practice my escapism alone in my room, in front of my PC. Not that it did really help much. I had to face her sooner or later, even if I was about ninety percent sure that there was nothing standing between us. But why the hell did it affect me so much, then? Guess I had to find out tomorrow. ***** I spent the next morning shopping for groceries. I already felt stupid about racking my brain yesterday, and I was anxious to get it over with as soon as I returned. When I opened the door to our house and carried the groceries inside, I could already hear the familiar engine sounds from the TV. My sister was at her game again. "Mornin'," she said without taking her eyes off the screen. "It's 10:30." "That sounds awfully early to me." I just smiled and shook my head as I went to the kitchen to put away the goods. After that was done, I poured myself a glass of water and flopped on the couch next to her. "You want a sip?" I offered her the glass. "Sure." I held out the glass to her for several seconds without getting any reaction from her. "Not?" I inquired. "I'm busy, just feed me." I sighed and put the glass to her lips until she signed me with a "Mh-hm," that she was done. "You really are spoiled, you know?" "Can't pause, playing online." "Just saying." I fought the odd urge to lick the edge where her lips had just touched the glass and watched the race in silence for the next minutes. "Fuck, second place!" She startled me and I almost drenched my shirt. It seemed I hadn't been paying much attention to the race after all. "That bitch blocked me, did you see that?" I assumed it to be a rhetorical question. She was already logging into the next race as I raised my voice again. "You have a minute, maybe?" "Sure, what's up?" She gave me a quick glance before returning her eyes to the screen. "Are you and Roxy..." I hesitated for a few moments, "...a couple?" "No." Well, that had been blunt. "But you like girls, do you?" "Yep." "I don't mean if you like girls like you-" "Sexually," she cut me off. "Uh-huh." "Still a yes." "How come you never told me that?" "You've never asked before." That's what you get for asking stupid questions, but I wasn't done, yet. "About yesterday..." "Yeah? What about yesterday?" "You know, the silly game and what happened between us?" She lay aside the controller, turned to me and put her hand on my knee. "James," she looked me in the eyes properly for the fist time today. "I'm sorry I overreacted back then, but I assure you that there's nothing standing between us. From my side, anyway." "Neither from mine," I assured her. "Good, and now stop worrying. Here," she bent to me and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. "All better now." "Alright, thanks. Glad we talked that out." I said sheepishly. She took her controller and went back to the game. She was at least one lap behind the others, but she didn't seem to care. "Hey, one last question?" "Yeah?" "Whose idea was it to ask me to join in, anyway?" "Mine." she smiled. ***** The following two days went by rather uneventful. My sister should have been proven correct, nothing had changed between us and everything was back to normal. Or was it? At least one thing was noteworthy: whenever I saw my sister, she had a Pocky in her mouth. Apparently, Shirin had supplied her with several boxes and, coincidence or not, she was always eating them when I was around. That alone wouldn't have been a problem, if it didn't regularly remind me of our little incident. And the fact that I perceived her habit of absentmindedly sucking the chocolate off of the stick as highly erotic, didn't help much, either. "Hey, what's up?" I asked as I walked into my sister's room in the afternoon of the second day. She was lying on her bed with her laptop, the second most likely place to find her when she wasn't on the couch playing games. "Just chatting," she replied, as customary without caring to look in my direction. "With whom?" "Roxy." "Why not just call her?" "Pff, talking on the phone is lame. It's not the nineties anymore, you know? Watcha want anyway?" "Well, I've planned to drive down to the lake and go for a swim before the weather changes. You're in?" "I'm kind of busy here, but don't let me stop you." "What's the matter, did you gain weight? Too much sweets lately?" I teased. "Flattery will get you nowhere, James." "Come on, weather forecast said it's going to get bad over the weekend. We could eat out on our way back. You've ever been to that new Vietnamese restaurant that opened up on main street?" My sister groaned. "You won't give up until I come along, won't you?" "Hadn't planned on it." "Fine," she sighed. "Give me twenty minutes." "That's settled then." It took her at least half an hour to get ready, but I was happy she agreed at all. We threw our bags in the car and I headed for the driver's door. "You want to drive, maybe?" I asked her. "Nah, you do. I don't like driving myself." We got into the car and I started the engine. "You drive all the time, you know. For fun." "Okay, then tell me how many dragons you've killed in real life since, say, yesterday?" "Point taken," I murmured. I pulled out of the driveway and set the destination for the GPS. I'd done the route many times, but today I had trouble concentrating on the road. My sister had settled back in her seat, feet up on the dashboard, lips around chocolate, and I snuck glances at every opportunity. It was hard to look away as her pink, glistening lips slid along the sweet treat, her eyes closed and her face in bliss, her agile tongue licking up the dark, delicious... The tires squealed as I pulled the car back on the lane. Fortunately, there wasn't too much traffic at the moment or it might have gotten hairy. "Careful, James," my sister chirped with no hint of accusation in her voice. "You'll get us both killed if you don't keep your eyes on the asphalt." "I...uh...sorry," I stammered. I fixed my eyes back to the road, not daring to be diverted this time. "You want one, too?" she said eventually. "Want what?" "A Pocky." "Not now, I'm driving." "And we all know what an awfully good job you're doing. Come, I'll even feed you." She took one out of the box and brought it up to my mouth, gently pushing past my lips, and I chewed on what I was offered. They actually were quite delicious and the first time I had one, I had other things in mind than their taste. Although unnecessary, she kept her finger on the other end, until the tip brushed against my lower lip. She lingered for a moment, then pulled away. She slid back down in her seat, and my gaze followed her finger to her own mouth, where she gently sucked on it. "James?" "Huh?" I replied dreamily. "The road." ***** Luckily, my erection had subsided before we arrived at the lake. Only few people have had the same idea as I, so we were mostly for ourselves. My sister quickly stripped down to a black bikini, while I pulled off my t-shirt and shoes, already wearing my swimming trunks. We spent the better half of an hour swimming and splashing each other, until we decided to relax on the beach to catch a bit of sun before it was too late. I was reading a magazine I brought, but felt my attention being drawn more and more often to my sister laying beside me, her eyes closed behind sunglasses. She looked stunning in that bikini, the black fabric sparkling in the lowering sunlight, stretched tightly over her perky breasts, rising and lowering with the rhythm of her breathing. The creamy skin of her belly, flat but not skinny, trailing down to her cute navel. The two vales forming at her hip, leaving just a little space between her skin and the hem of her bikini panties. Enough space to slide a hand under and inside them, over the smooth rise of her mons, down to the velvety petals of her... "You okay?" Busted. "Wha-? Ehh, sure, okay. I am. I'm okay, I mean. Why wouldn't I be okay?" "You haven't turned a single page in at least five minutes." She hadn't turned her head, but I couldn't see her eyes behind the glasses. "I was...thinking about, um...things." "What things?" "Uhm, that article here." I waved my magazine around. "It's about..." I paused for a moment to actually look at it, "...image editing software. Yeah." A blatant lie, but the best I could manage in the situation. "Was it hot?" "Hot?" I asked confused. "Why would it be hot?" "Just wondering." That's when I noticed I was rock hard and straining against my shorts. I quickly threw the magazine into my lap to cover what had apparently already been seen and tried to look as innocent as possible. I failed miserably. "I, um...think I'll take a quick dip before we leave." "You do that," my sister chuckled. I scuttled up and rushed to the water, eager to cool off and regain my composure. When I came back some refreshing minutes later, my sister had already changed into a black tennis dress. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd seen her in anything remotely like that. Her hair was up in a ponytail again, the way I liked it best. "Wow, you look great!" I wrapped a towel around my waist and wiggled out of my trunks. "Thanks," she beamed. I put on boxers, a jeans and a polo shirt, and stuffed everything else back in the bag. "You're ready?" I asked. "Yeah, let's go." We walked back to the car and I went for the driver's door again. "You know, maybe I should drive this time," my sister said. "You seem...distracted." "Sure, suit yourself." I held open the door for her. She climbed in and adjusted the seat, while I went around and got in on the other side. "No offense James, but I don't wanna be the one to tell mom and dad you crashed their car and killed your sister." "How would you tell our parents, if you-" "I was joking, silly." She nudged my nose. "You really are kind of slow, sometimes." "So it would seem," I sighed. ***** Despite her digital racing efforts, my sister was a calm and secure driver and we arrived at the restaurant without any further incidents. I spent most of the ride noticing how her dress had ridden up her thigh, which was kind of absurd, considering I had seen her in a bikini minutes before. On our way inside, she took my hand and interlocked our fingers. I had no idea whether she was out to confuse me further, or just trying to appease me, but it actually felt quite nice. It was an unobjectionable sign of sisterly and brotherly affection. Nobody would mistake us for being a couple or anything. Not a chance. The restaurant itself was homey, with the typical Asian decor you'd expect in a place like that. It wasn't very crowded and we chose a quiet table in the back, and each ordered the dish that had the most funny looking name to us, along with Coke. We passed most of the dinner without further teasing or innuendo, instead talking about my time away from home, work, school, relationships—mine at least—and life in general. Although we had more than enough opportunities to talk at home, the circumstances of our conversation provided it with a mature character. It felt more like going out with a good friend, or maybe even...yes, a good friend. "Fancy a dessert?" I asked after we were done with the main course. "Only if you'll share one with me, I'm almost stuffed." She patted her belly. "Very well then, what do you want?" "How about..." She took the menu and flipped to the desserts, pointing at one randomly. "Chè Khoai Môn," she said in a silly fake accent. "Sounds good to me." I called for the waitress and ordered my sister's choice, and soon we had a bowl of green, jellylike stuff topped with white, milky stuff between us. I gave the thing a suspicious look and handed her the spoon. "You picked it, you go first." She took a spoonful and tasted it with the facial expression of a snobby gourmet. "Sweet, a bit sticky, the white stuff is coconut cream. It's quite tasty, actually." I took my turn sampling the exotic oddity, but I had to agree with her, it wasn't bad at all. "Say," I started and interrupted myself with another spoon of dessert. "You and Roxy." "I thought we'd already talked about that. We're not together." "Yes, I know. But have you ever, you know...fooled around?" "Fooled around?" she laughed. "Jesus, James, how old do you think I am, fourteen? Why do you wanna know, anyway?" "I was just curious." "Ahh, I see, you're curious about your little sister's sex life." The way she pronounced the word 'sex' sent a tingle down my spine. "Hey, I was just asking. Sorry to show any interest in your personality." I was somewhat irritated by my sudden defensiveness. "Yes." "What?" "Yes, we did." "Did wha-? Ohh!" it dawned on me. "Like, all the way?" All Fun and Games "Now you're pushing it." she chuckled. "But before you clumsily try to probe any further, yes, all the way." Her eyebrows performed a mocking-dance while my imagination worked overtime. I couldn't quite define the feeling I had in my stomach in that moment. Was it the unpronounceable dessert revolting? Arousal? Or was it jealousy, after all? And, in case of the latter, of whom? "So you are a lesbian?" I snapped back to our conversation. "No." "Then you have-" "Also no," she intercepted my question. "You don't even know what I was going to ask." "I do, and the answer is no. I've never been intimate with a boy, if that chaste choice of words suits you." "But doesn't that still make you..." She groaned. "Dammit James, you're such a-! Okay, fine, I'll try to explain it to you." She pointed at the bowl between us. "Have you ever eaten something like that before?" "Uhm, no?" "Then why do you now?" "Because you ordered it." "Oh, right. Poor example, my bad." She thought for a moment and her face lit up. "Okay, next try. Do you like Coke?" She held up her glass demonstratively. "Yeah," I said unsure. "But you'd drink beer if it intrigued you, even if you had never drunk beer before?" "I guess so." "There you go!" she declared triumphantly. "Yeah, I think I get it now. Roxy is Coke and I'm a beer." I froze when I realized what I had just said. She was still smiling and I had no idea if she had caught the meaning of my words, but I decided to leave it at that. I was more than ready to get home by now, so I called for the waitress once more, paid up, and took my sister back to the car. She didn't say a word, but I could tell that my distressed state amused her. I opened the driver's door for her, not feeling up to the task myself, and settled on the passenger seat. I passed the time on our way home looking out of the window, not sure how to continue our conversation. Back home she parked the car and we headed for the house. At the front door, she took my wrist to stop me, and her hand slid to my neck. She pulled herself up to me and give me a short, but tender kiss on the cheek. "I had fun tonight," she said. "Yeah, me too." "It's good to have you back, you know?" Her big eyes sparkled at me from below. "It's good being back, too." I patted her back. "I missed you." She pulled me into a tight hug and I could feel her soft breasts on my chest. I gently pushed her away when I felt my loins rousing, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Come on," I said. "Let's go inside. The neighbors are going to get funny ideas." "I love you, big bro," she whispered and looked up to me. "I know. I love you too." I opened the door and was about to go inside, but my sister held me off. "Um, we forgot our bags in the car." What a way to kill the mood. ***** When I woke up the next morning, well-rested and recovered, it was way darker than it was supposed to. A view from my window indicated that the forecast had been right. Dusky clouds were looming over the area and it was windy outside. I got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. My sister was sitting on the couch with her legs pulled up, wearing glasses and a hoodie, eating cornflakes in front of the TV. "Mornin'," she greeted me. "A good morning to you, too." "You've seen the weather?" "I told you it would get bad," "Yeah, looks like shit." I cringed at her choice of words, but refrained from lecturing her. "Anyway, we should probably stay inside today," I said. "I don't mind, as long as I can play games or watch TV." "Not if it evolves into a thunderstorm." "Come on, it's not gonna get that bad. A little rain, a little wind, same as always." "Well, let's hope you're right." I went to the kitchen to get myself a bowl of cornflakes, then sat beside her on the couch. "What's playing?" I pointed my spoon at the screen. "Dunno, some Sci-Fi crap." "You don't have to watch TV, you know. You could as well sit at the kitchen table and read a book, or the newspaper, something like that." "Yes, mom," she scoffed. I kept my mouth shut and concentrated on the 'Sci-Fi crap' that was actually Stargate. Kids these days. After she was done eating, my sister put her bowl to the side and snuggled up to me and put my arm around her. An unusual behavior for her, but I had no reason to complain. "Are you cold?" I asked. "AC is on high." "Hm, it really cooled off since yesterday. You want me to turn it down?" "Nah, leave it. I like it that way." We watched the show for a while and I absentmindedly rubbed her side, when I heard a familiar munching sound. "Don't tell me you're eating that stuff again," I sighed. "Why not? I'm hungry." "You just had breakfast." "But nothing sweet." "Whatever, just make sure you leave some room for proper food." "Don't be envious, James." She procured a Pocky and vaguely shook it in the direction of my face. "Here, have one." "You're hopeless." I shook my head, but took it anyway. "I know." She snuggled closer to me. ***** To counter my sister's inadequate diet, I prepared something healthy for today—stuffed peppers. The weather, in the meantime, hadn't improved at all. The wind was driving rain through the streets and the occasional thunderclap from afar could be heard. I decided to close the shutters and garage the car, just in case. I also unplugged all damageable electrical equipment, not to the amusement of my sister, of course. I was lying on my bed later that afternoon, listening to music via an MP3-player and casually flipping trough a book I was currently reading. I pulled out my earplugs when I saw my sister entering, a cranky look on her face. "This sucks!" She flopped down on my office chair and put her bare feet on the bed. She had traded the glasses for contacts and her pants for shorts, but still had her ponytail. "Believe me, it would suck much more if your XBox was fried." "As if," she scoffed. "It never happened before, and it will sure as hell not happen now." "It never happened before, because mom and dad always took proper precautions. Maybe it's a good time to resurrect your old Game Boy, hm?" "Pff, I don't even know where it is. I don't even wanna know." I continued reading and she pulled out a box of Pocky from her pocket and shoved one between her pouting lips. "How about a foot massage?" She poked me with her toes. "What, why?" I raised an eyebrow. "Because I'm your sister and you love me? You said it yesterday, in case you didn't remember." "And so did you, so what do I get?" "Hmm, maybe you'll find out after you do me?" Again, poking. "Urgh, fine." I sat up cross-legged, put her feet in my lap and started kneading. My sister closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair, idly sucking the chocolate off the stick in her mouth. Intentional or not, she made a very sexy display of herself, and I fought the urge to bow down and lick her cute little toes. Or the urge to let my hands slide up over the smooth skin of her calves and to her creamy thighs, to pull her chair to me and heave her onto my lap, her face inches from mine, my mouth seeking the far end of her sweet treat, moving closer to her hot lips with every bite, until we finally... A loud crack tore apart my reverie. "Fuck, that was a close one," my sister gasped. She pulled her feet from my grasp and went to look out the window. The rain had increased severely and was slashing against the glass in an unending torrent. "See, that's why I took precaut-" "Shit," she interrupted me. "The garden chairs! Mom will kill us if they are ruined." She bolted through the door and down the stairs and I got up to follow her. She waited for me at the patio door and flipped up her hood. "You'll get wet," I hinted. "No, we'll get wet." She opened the door, grabbed my arm and dragged me outside. We quickly hustled to the three wooden folding chairs arranged by the trampoline and I grabbed two, while my sister got the last one. The rain was merciless, and we were soaked through even before we arrived. We rushed to the garden shed and went inside just before hell broke loose. The wind blew the door shut and hail started to pound on the shed's roof like gunfire. I put the chairs to the wall and switched on the light, the only source of illumination in the tiny room. "I hate storms," she sulked and crossed her arms in front of her. "Don't worry, it'll be over soon." I pried one of her hands free and took it in mine, rubbing my thumb over it. A minute later, the barrage still hadn't subsided, and by the sound of it, it must have hailed stones the size of walnuts. And as if that hadn't been bad enough, suddenly the room went dark. "Fuck. What now?" she moaned. "Power outage, I guess." "Great, now we're trapped and in the dark." Another minute passed and the hailstorm was slowly wearing off, when I heard the faint sounds of munching through the noise. "Are you eating again?" I hissed in disbelief. "Yeah," she whispered. "Now!?" "What else to do. Want one?" Instead of waiting for an answer, I felt her poke around my face, until she finally found her target. I accepted the treat and she carefully shoved it inside my mouth, until her finger was at my lips. Though this time, she didn't stop there, instead moving her digit, still wet from the rain, past my lips and into my warm mouth. I was caught off guard by her boldness, but when I realized what she was up to, I began to softly circle my tongue around her finger, sucking on it gently. I could have sworn I heard a faint moan from her direction. I licked and sucked her finger, until she eventually pulled her hand away, and took a step back. "I think it stopped," she said huskily. "We should probably get back inside." "Yeah, we should do that." I searched for the door, opened it, and we hurried back to the house through the waning rain. "Damn, I'm all wet," she said ambiguously while I shut the patio door. "Wet and cold." "We should change and have a cup of hot tea," I suggested, already stripping down to my boxer shorts. "Better idea. How about a hot bath?" "With the blackout, there'll only be enough warm water for one of us." "So let's take a bath together." A pleasant shudder ran over my back at her proposal, but something was still holding me back. "There are no windows. It'll be dark in there," I tried to object. "Great, you bring candles and make sure everything's okay, I take care of the bath." She ran off without leaving me any further chance to argue. "At least try not to soak the carpet," I yelled after her, but the water was already running. ***** I put on a jacket and went checking round the house for damage and infiltrating rain. Everything seemed to be in order, more or less. I secured two candles and a lighter from the kitchen and a towel from my room to wrap myself into, then headed for the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, so I knocked before entering. "Yeah, come in," my sister replied from inside. The room was sparsely lit by a flashlight bottom-down on the counter and my sister was already in the water. She was hidden below the neck by ample amounts of foam and her underwear was piled on the floor. "The house okay?" she asked. "Um, yeah, everything's fine. I had to mop up some water in the garage and one of the shutters unhinged, but no major damage." I flicked the light, but nothing happened. "Still no power," I sighed. I lit the candles and replaced the flashlight with them, my sister's eyes following me closely whenever I stole a glance at her. I turned around and let the towel drop—I had left the shorts in my room—and covered myself with my hands, somehow feeling rather bashful. She pulled up her knees to make room for me, never taking her eyes off me, and I made a show of getting into the tub without her seeing anything inadequate. Which was pretty silly, of course, considering it was way to small to accommodate two people without them having a good amount of skin contact. I wiggled my legs next to hers, causing her to raise her upper body from the water. In the soft candlelight, I could barely see the pink of her nipples through the foam, but that alone was enough to get my blood rushing southward. I quickly looked up and saw her smiling at me, her face red either from the warm water or...something else. We found a reasonably comfortable position for both of us, and I settled to enjoy the heat from the water, as well as the heat from her body. She had closed her eyes and I seized the opportunity to ogle at her, watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing, dearly hoping for the tiny bubbles to vanish into nothingness one after another. "Soo, James," she purred eventually, her eyes still closed. "What do you want?" "I, um...what?" "You gave me a foot massage, now it's your turn to make a wish." I had no clue what made her think asking me such a question while we were in a tub together—stark naked at that—was in any way a good idea. "I...I've no idea." I chuckled nervously. "Nothing?" She opened her eyes and pulled her legs back and under her, slowly moving closer to me. "Nothing at all?" Her voice was husky and she had a hunger in her eyes I had never seen—or noticed—before. Her gaze was locked to mine and I held my breath, unable to answer. She moved even closer, and electricity rushed through my body as her slick belly brushed against the tip of my hardness. "Are you sure that there is absolutely nothing your little sister can do for you?" Her face was mere inches from mine. "Well, maybe you-" She cut me off up by pressing her tender lips onto mine. I opened my mouth to return the kiss, my concerns washed away by her brazen assault. She flung her arms around my neck and her tongue slipped into my mouth, greeted by mine, and we playfully introduced one another. My hands moved to her back and she molded into me, her belly softly grinding against my erection. I moaned into her mouth and our tongues danced around each other, my one hand rubbed along her spine and up to her wet hair, my fingers grazing over her scalp. I felt her hard nipples pressing into my chest and my other hand moved down to her cheek, cupping it and pulling her against me to increase the friction between us. Our humping and kissing grew increasingly passionate, and bath water spilled onto the floor in waves. The vigorous movement caused me to slide further down the tub and her lower body dangerously close to my swollen member. She broke our kiss and raised her head a little, looking me deep into the eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. She lifted her hips and positioned herself over me. Even in the warm water I could feel the heat from her sex on the head of my hardness. And then, without any warning, the lights went back on. We were paralyzed, our eyes still locked, but unsure how to proceed. My sister slowly eased away from me, back into a sitting position, her cheeks visibly flushed. My gaze wandered down to her breasts, being on unobstructed—and well lit—display for the first time. Two beautiful globes of softness, each maybe the size of a halved orange, sitting proud and perky on her chest, their creamy skin topped with the most adorable, pink nipples I had ever seen. I caught myself staring and looked back up, her face featuring a coy smile virtually unseen on her up to this date. "Maybe you should go and...check the electric," she said meekly. "Yes, I...I'd better do that." I stood up, momentarily unaware of my own condition, and grabbed the towel. Only her widening eyes brought my attention to my rigid member, happily pointing in her direction. I jumped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around my waist, hiding not the fact, but at least the view from her entranced stare. "Well, I'll be off then." I stumbled to the door backwards. "You take care." She had pulled her knees to her chest, but appeared both relieved and amused. I closed the door behind me and just stood there for a minute, trying to untangle my head. What the hell had just happened? ***** I went to my room to put on some clothes, then 'checked the electric', which consisted mostly of resetting the clock on the stereo and making sure the fridge was working properly. After that was done, I wandered around the house aimlessly for a while, plugging the TV and other devices back in, until I finally crept back to my room. I shut the door and when I turned around, I was startled by my sister sitting on my bed. "I wondered when you'd come back." She greeted me with a warm, but somewhat anxious smile. "Damn, don't scare me like that," I scolded her without really being angry. She had changed back into her usual outfit and I could hardly push back the thought that it hid way more than I would have liked to see. "Look," she said. "I know you probably came here to brood over what just happened in the tub, and I just wanted to tell you, don't. Now come here." She patted the bed beside her and I accepted the invitation. She pulled one knee up and turned to me, taking my hand in hers. "I...I don't even know what I want to say, but I thought it would be best to take counteractive measures, before things get...funny between us." "Counteractive measures? Have you been stealing my dictionary again?" My comment drew a chuckle from her. "Seriously, James, if you're worried about anything, now's the time to tell me." "No, no, I'm fine, I guess. Surprised, yes. Maybe even confused a little, but fine." "Good. Very good." Her face brightened up and she caressed my hand. "I mean, it had to come to that point eventually, hadn't it?" "Oh, really?" She raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?" "As if you wouldn't know. Being suggestive and teasing all the time, flirting shamelessly, embarrassing me at every opportunity, making my fantasy go bonkers..." Her suppressed grin spoke volumes. "...I've talked too much again, didn't I?" "All the time." She hugged me, and pressed a kiss on my cheek. Her weight forced me onto the bed and I dragged her with me. Soon, she was lying on top of me, her smile transformed into a heated stare, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to me, our lips eager to be reunited again. Before long, we were again entwined in a hungry dance, probing, licking and sucking, drawing moans from each other. Her hands roamed through my hair, pulling gently, while mine stroked her back, my fingers pressing into the bare skin at the small of her back. Nothing stopped us this time, and had the room suddenly caught fire, I couldn't have cared less. A giggle from her caused me to open my eyes eventually, and my sister broke our kiss. "You're poking me again," she chuckled, her lips reddened from our endeavors. "Yeah, sorry. He does that from time to time." She scooted down my legs and sat up on my knees, carefully placing a hand on the bulge in my shorts. "You...want me to take care of that?" "What? No, no, it's alright. You don't have to, seriously." "And if I wanted to?" she purred. I swallowed hard and my view skipped between her hand and her face. She had a wicked, but sexy smile on her lips and her hand lightly squeezed me. "Then...I wouldn't stop you, I guess." She grabbed the hem of my shorts and slowly pulled them down. I raised my hip from the bed to aid her, until my manhood sprang free, angry and swollen with anticipation. "Wow," she whispered as her fingertips brushed along my shaft. I groaned and sunk my head into the mattress, longing for her touch to quench my burning desire.