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All Summer Long Ch. 01

By: StealingSecond



Chapter 1 -- Upper Peninsula

One summer, after the end of high school, my folks had the idea that we should spend an entire summer out at a cabin on Lake Michigan a little South of Gulliver and McDonald Lake. My dad was a writer, and taking month-long vacations was a perk he could sometimes afford. 

The cabin itself had been in our family for years, left to my Mom and her brother when their parents had passed. We'd spent a few weeks there every couple of years for a while, but we hadn't been back in about five years. 

For the most part the place was for my uncle and cousins. Uncle Rob had made enough in the software business to afford the upkeep and taxes out of what he called "petty cash". Whatever that means.

In any case, the cabin was a nice two-story log cabin looking place with a huge master bedroom suite taking up the whole top floor, three smaller bedrooms on the first floor, and all the regular kitchen stuff. There was a big wraparound patio outside, and on a clear day my Mom said you could see all the way to Beaver Island. 

I was pretty excited 'cause last I had heard Uncle Rob had fitted the whole living room with a decked-out satellite setup and huge HD screen. Mom and Dad were saying this vacation was supposed to be family and outdoor time, but my sister Sherry and I knew that now we were both over 18 eventually we'd be doing whatever we wanted. 

If I only knew then how true that would be.

The first couple days we did a lot of the usual stuff. My dad took my sister and me out fishing in the little boat that came with the cabin, while Mom would take a drink to the side of the lake and read a book. I think the boat was probably too small for four people anyway, but my mom didn't really like water, boats, fish, or bugs. Sun, shoreline and gin were a lot more her speed.

One day, the three of us were out on the water. I had my pole in the water, while my Dad was trying to teach my sister to bait a hook. He was holding the hook for her, trying to show her how to put it on and for whatever reason she couldn't get it. Eventually, the bait slipped in to the water and my father had had enough.

"Okay, one last try. Dan, can you get another bait for your sister?"

"One sec," I said. "I think I've got something here." Sure enough, the bob on my line was starting to duck a little. No firm grip yet, but if I pulled in the line or dropped the pole either the fish or the pole was sure to be gone.

"It's okay, Daddy," my sister said. "I can handle worms. They aren't that bad."

Sherry turned around in the boat and bent over towards me. 

"Danny, can you move your leg a little?" I had the bait bucket under my leg, and she started to reach under me. As she did, I looked over and down where she was reaching. 

The skin on her arms was getting a darker brown than normal and her naturally dark hair was bleaching it's way towards a sandy blond, but I could see her shoulders were still red from being bare and outside more often. Just a year younger than me, we looked almost totally alike, tall and mostly athletic with darkish skin and hair. 

As she bent and reached down, I meant to look away, but before I could I saw her shirt open where the top buttons were undone. She wasn't wearing any suit or bra under the light sleeveless shirt, and I got a clear view down the button line and into her bare cleavage.

I knew it was wrong to look at my sister, but her breasts were right there, and I hadn't seen a pair in a while now. Perky and nicely filled out, with creamy white skin past the tan lines and tight pink nipples at the tip. 

I think I lost my mind for a second. I just sat there, watching as she brushed some of her hair back over her shoulder, still looking down into the bucket. Her shirt caught a breeze, opening up just a bit and making her nipples stiffen, getting redder than they had been a second ago. 

I saw a bead of sweat start at her neck and slide down, just skimming over the rounded edge of her left breast and falling in to her shirt. Absently, she dabbed at where the sweat drop had been and as her shirt fell back down I could swear her nipple swelled even a little more. Goosebumps were starting to form on the aureoles and her whole breast looked fuller than even a second ago.

My mouth was getting dry, and I knew somewhere that I was staring. What should have been a casual look over to make sure she could get the bait was turning into a study of my sister's tits. I couldn't look away. . . I imagined feeling her in my hand, sucking the tight red teats and licking the line of sweat from the tip of her nipple all the way up her neck.

My hands got a little clammy, and just then I heard the line start to pull on the fishing pole.

"Oh, Danny, you got one!" Sherry squealed, looking up from the bucket and over the side where my bob was under water and pulling away. She put her left hand on the side of the boat, and steadied herself with her right hand on my knee.

The line ran for a few seconds before I snapped it up taut and started working it in. Just like my Dad had taught me, I'd pull up on the pole, then pull the line in as I let the pole drift down. Up and down, with steady tension the whole time.

"Go Danny, go!" Sherry chanted, her right hand still on my my knee and moving up my leg as she bounced in excitement. My dad looked over amused, still focused on getting his own pole set up, he wasn't worried about me.

"C'mon Danny, you can do it!" Sherry persisted. 

I could see in the corner of my eye her face getting flushed as the blood came up her chest and in to her neck. Her hand moved further up my leg in her excitement, narrow fingers clutching in to the side of my thigh. 

For a second, I thought her hand would slide under my shorts leg and keep moving. Instead, as her hand moved up she pulled lightly on the hair of my thigh and then settled on top of my shorts. 

She wasn't looking my way, but staring out after the fish bob. She was bouncing up and down a little, not so much as to rock the boat, but just enough that I could see the side of her boobs swaying in her shirt as she moved. 

I thought about that bead of sweat again, and her sweet pink nipples getting red and rubbing against the fabric of her shirt. I imagined the taste of her sweat sucked from those pretty pink nipples and swirling my tongue around on one. 

My heart beat was picking up, and I could feel a hard-on start in my pants, moving down my left leg where it always hangs. I wished I could adjust myself, but this fish was a strong one and I didn't want it to get away.

I fought the fish, moving back and forth in the rocking reeling motions. Sherry's hand stayed on my thigh, gripping rhythmically as I rocked back and forth and rubbing further up my leg. Before long, I could feel her bounces and grips moving in to the same rhythm as mine as I pulled that fish in. 

My cock was still stretching down my leg and as I fought the fish my hips moved forward in my seat, putting the head of my cock right near my sister's two last fingers. 

Back and forward a little bit more, and now I could feel the tips of her fingers against the head of my rock hard cock. Her fingers would flinch against the tip as she gripped my leg, and a surge of heat went right to my gut. 

My balls were clenching up and my breath was getting ragged. Her fingers moved in a circular motion pressing against the tip of my prick but not quite on it. She wasn't looking at me, almost deliberately staring only at the fish, and I could feel her touching ever so subtly against me each time I rocked back to pull the fish in.

Just before I got the fish up, one last heave moved my legs forward as I arched my back, and Sherry's fingers closed on the head of my straining cock. I felt her move the fingers back and forth along the ridge for a moment, and I closed my eyes. 

I pulled that fish out of the water and came hard in my pants. As I did, Sherry gave a reflexive grip, closing tight around the head of my cock and pinching the flow with the tips of her middle fingers. My cum pulsed out in two strong contractions, pushing against the resistance of those fingers at the tip, and my cock thudded wetly against my leg for several seconds after.

In the moment, I don't think she consciously knew what she was doing. I'm pretty sure that the grip on my dick was reflexive, but sure she knew she'd been getting me hot. A second after I came, she let go of my leg completely, and looked for the fish net to pull in a good sized catfish. I saw her push back hair from her face as she went for the pole, and she looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. 

Her cheeks were a bright red, embarrassment or excitement or both. With her dark features it had to be pretty strong either way. She could play it off as excitement from the catch, but I bet she was thinking about just having had her brother's hard cock in her hands. 

And that she'd squeezed it before letting go.

We didn't talk much the rest of that outing. Dad got the fish put away, and then I got some bait on a hook for Sherry. She thanked me like we'd been raised, and gave a little smile as she pushed hair out of her face again. 

Once she got her pole set up, she sat on the side of the boat with my Dad and talked with him while I just dropped an unbaited hook in the water. I was done and just wanted to get my head straight and let the side of my shorts dry before we got home. 

At one point, Sherry got a fish on her line and Dad helped her pull it in. I used the fish net to pull it out and we started to put it away. As I did, Sherry put her hand on my bicep for a second and looked at me. "I'm glad I got one, but I don't think it's as big as your fish Danny." 

She seemed genuinely to be talking about fish, and I'm not one for double entendre . . . or at least it seemed wrong right now.

"That's okay." I said, "Smaller ones taste sweeter anyway, younger meat and it's not as dense. I think you'll like this one."

"You're sweet," she said, giving me a little hug. "Thanks Danny."

My dad looked happy. This was probably the sort of family bonding he'd been hoping for.

All Summer Long Ch. 02



Chapter 2 – Little Man in the Boat

The next day my Dad had to fly out for a promotional review with his publisher in New York. Mom wasn't happy, but she knew that Dad had a book coming out and needed to review the marketing plan to make sure the book would be a success when it hit shelves. 

Dad had told me one time that he'd almost killed his writing career trusting his agent to handle publishers. His plan was to drive in to Manistique, catch a puddle-jumper to Chicago, and from there to New York. Total trip should be two or three days tops, and this didn't seem like too much work for an entire summer off.

So that left me, Sherry and Mom alone at the house for a couple days. The place still wasn't totally set up after being boxed up for the winter, and one of the small bedrooms downstairs was stuffed with bags and boxes, spare mattresses and other assorted stuff. Since we only needed three rooms anyway, we had put all the suitcases in this spare room as well.

That morning, after my Mom drove my Dad out to the airport, I ran in to my sister coming out of the spare room. She was wearing one bikini top, and carrying another whole suit. She had on white gym shorts over what was probably the matching bikini bottom and beach sandals.

"Hey Danny," she said a little absently. She was looking intently at herself and the suit in her hands.

"What's up squirt?" I said yawning. Mornings start slow for me and it was past ten already. Everyone else had been up and moving, I was looking for coffee and cereal.

"Which do you think looks better?" Sherry asked, holding up a pink top to compare against the yellow top she was wearing. The yellow was kind of plain, covered a lot of space and was the kind of bathing suit Mom and Dad wouldn't give her a hard time about. The pink suit was much smaller, showing about half of each boob and if I remembered right the bottom was practically a thong. I tried to shove that thought out of my head.

"I dunno. Haven't you been wearing the yellow?" I asked. I knew the answer but this seemed like the best way to exit the fashion conversation. I had come up with exactly two suits, one to wear and one to dry while the other was being worn. I hadn't counted, but I'm pretty sure Sherry had brought at least a hundred.

"I think I'm gonna wear the pink today. Dad's not here and Mom won't bother me about it." 

This was true. Our mother would probably get home and make a martini. I'm not saying she had a drinking problem, but "vacation times call for vacation measures, as momma used to say" was a phrase we heard often enough as she got pouring. 

"Danny, will you take me out on the boat today? Just to sunbathe, I'm kind of tired of fish."

"Yeah, I guess I can do that," I said, trying hard not to think about my sister wearing her little pink bikini out in the sun. "I'll row if you'll pack lunch."

"Oh, thanks Danny! That'll be so much quieter than the engine, and it's not like we need to go anywhere."

Sherry went to change, and I went to get coffee. A few minutes later, I was sitting in the living room watching a sports show, drinking a huge cup of coffee and finishing a bowl of cereal. I was about to open up a banana to finish breakfast when Sherry came skipping in to the room in the pink bikini top and bottom.

"Ta-da!" She announced, striking a pose. "Don't you love this suit, Danny?"

I did. I tried not to let my eyes pop, but she really did look amazing. About 5'6 and thinly muscular, with a taut belly, shaped thighs from cross-country running and long sandy-dark hair bleached by the last week or so of sun. Her tan was uneven from the variety of suits she'd been wearing, but those parts that got exposure were a deep even brown. She turned around in a quick circle and I saw that, in fact, the back was a thong, showing off a cute little ass as she gave a delicious wiggle just before finishing her turn.

"Very cute," I said, turning my eyes to the sports show. Even in summer time, they seemed to like to talk hockey up here. I tried hard to think about hockey. Cold, smooth ice and toothless Canadian guys mashing each other into glass. Cold ice down my pants . . . a bucket's worth . . . keeping the monster at bay.

"Don't forget to bring sunscreen, if you get burned and can't sit down Dad will throw that suit away."

"He wouldn't do that! Besides, that's what I came in here for." She hopped over to the couch and flopped down beside me, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen sitting on the table right in front of me. "See?" she said. Then, "so are you gonna eat that?"

I was still holding the banana up, waiting to unwrap it. 

Sitting there, looking at her next to me in the tiny pink bikini, feeling her body pressed against me and holding this ridiculous yellow phallus between us, I started to feel very uncomfortable. What the hell was going on in my head lately? Like the wheels were turning but the hamsters were drunk.

"Here." She took the banana out of my hands, and tore down one corner. Unwrapping just a bit, she took a little bite off the top. "Small toll charge." She said, smiled, and left after handing me back the banana.

I held the banana a second longer, stunned and watching her hips and hair sway as she went back to the bedroom. I looked over on the couch, and there was the bottle of sunscreen. She must have put it down when she took the banana and forgot it while making an exit. 

Maybe I wasn't the only one distracted?

We hit the water about a half hour later. Mom hadn't made it home yet, so we left her a note about going out on the lake for a bit. I didn't think she'd worry too much, and would probably be glad for some quiet time.

Hitting the lake, I took off my shirt and set myself to getting a good row on. The day wasn't too hot yet, and my body was feeling under exercised lately. I'd been outside a good deal, but I hadn't really exerted myself and was enjoying the tension in my arms, shoulders and back. 

Looking towards the back of the boat, I was also quietly enjoying the view. Sherry sat in the stern, rummaging in the bag she'd packed for a hair barrette. She fastened her hair back, put on some too-big shades, and looked out over the side of the boat putting on some lip balm.

I admired again how pretty she'd grown up. Like most big brothers I felt pretty protective of my sister, and I knew guys had been trying with her for a few years now. I didn't think any of them had made any real progress, but wasn't too concerned about it either. She seemed squishy and sweet, but I knew deep down she was strong and could take care of herself. 

I didn't think anyone was likely to take advantage of her, and would have clapped any guy that tried to hurt her. That was one reason I was so confused over what had happened yesterday. Had anything really happened at all? Was I just oversexed and getting jumpy at every breeze that blew?

The confusion was killing me, and I turned my mind to the work. Drag the oars back, push 'em out, pull back hard, an endless cycle of wind and sweat and muscle. I didn't bother really looking where I was going, the draw on the boat was all of 18 inches and the lake was miles across. I'd drop of exhaustion before I got anywhere we couldn't get out of.

Sherry said something and I missed it.

"Danny?", she said again. "I think we've gone far enough." She looked at me with a little concern in her face.

Looking up, I stopped rowing and saw that we'd gone further than I expected. The shore was in sight, but the cabin was a smudge I could barely make out. Clear day and open lake, I must have taken us a mile or more out.

I stretched out my sore arms and took stock of just how tired they'd gotten. The muscles in my biceps were cramping a little and I took a swig from the water bottle at my feet.

Sherry moved up the boat beside me. "Turn around.", she said. I did and she rubbed my shoulders and arms with a practiced solid touch. "Wow, you're getting so strong! You really didn't have to show off for me, you know."

I laughed. "Well, I guess I should have asked." I said, reaching over my shoulder to pat her hand. "Would have saved me some trouble."

Sherry took the hand on my shoulder, and put it in both of hers. I thought I felt her lean her cheek against it for just a second, and then she kissed my fingers and let go.

"Ok, let's bake." She went back to the stern and stretched a towel out on the bench. Looking at the sun, she picked an end to lie on and let her feet hang over the edge of the boat. I did the same and for a couple minutes we just let the wind move us.

"Danny, can you put some lotion on my back?" Sherry said, turning over with her face pointed towards me. She held out a bottle of some lotion with a low SPF and pictures of palm trees. "I want to get the perfect shade of cocoa."

"You do, huh?" I said, moving over to her side. "Well, you're going to have to work at it. . . you're kind of a mess right now. All brown and white and red, you look like a melted crayon box."

I thought the phrase was a joke. I thought she'd laugh, or slap my hand, or something else like she'd done a million times. But I looked at her face, and she looked crushed. Her mouth hung open and her eyelids were heavy like she was holding back tears.

"Oh, you're terrible! What a mean thing to say!", she blurted.

"Hey, hey, I didn't mean it like that. You're beautiful, the prettiest sister a guy could hope for. I was just joking 'cause of all the different suits you wear and the different tan lines you get. That's all."

She looked at me for a second. Her eyes got steady and she stopped looking sad, but she didn't smile. I thought she looked serious, and maybe a little nervous. Then she sat up, faced me, and reached behind and took off her top. 

Still holding my eyes, she took her hands away from her breasts and slowly moved them down and took off her bottoms too. My gorgeous sister sat there in front of me, totally nude and arching her breasts up in to the air.

My mouth dropped open and I couldn't breathe.

"There.", she said. "I'll get an all-over tan instead." My cock started to thicken along the side of my shorts, and she glanced briefly in that direction before leaning forward and giving me a little kiss on the cheek. She lay back down on the bench, chest down and facing me. 

"So, can you put the lotion on me now, Danny?" The dare in her voice was undeniable.

I looked at her, stretched out from end to end, and took in every inch of my sister's smooth, sweat glistened skin. I noticed details I never had before, like a little mole on her shoulder or the fine baby-pale fuzz at the triangle of her lower back just before it rose to the swell of her bottom. I studied the tan lines, brown, to reddish, to white easing in on either side of her firm, raised ass. 

I admired the way her athlete's thighs just came together in the crack of her crotch, showing the smallest trace of pubic hair between them. Easing apart, her legs turned in to firm calves and just slightly too-large feet. I noticed for the first time that she'd put pink nail polish on her toes, almost the same color as the bikini that was crumpled in front of me now. 

At a guess I looked at her fingers as she smoothed some hair over her ears. She'd done her finger nails in the same color. She was looking at me now, studying my face and seeing how I'd react.

"Go ahead.", she said, turning her face to the other side and adjusting in a way that raised her ass off the seat for a second. I watched her settle and fought down my nerves, thinking of all the reasons I should tell her to put her suit back on and row us out of there. 

Instead, I picked up the lotion.

I started safe, moving her hair up over her neck and rubbing down her shoulders. Coating the arm closest to me, I then reached over her and coated the one dangling on her other side, stopping to put a kiss on her cheek as I did. She smiled contentedly and I worked my way down her back, coating with the fine oil and appreciating the softness of her body.

Reaching the base of her back, I skipped rubbing her ass for a second, moving instead to her legs. I had plans for that ass, and wanted to make sure she was cool before I went with it. Taking one leg at a time I rubbed them down, easing each thigh apart and giving myself a clear view of her pussy. 

I moved my hands up her thighs, gripping with my full hands, one on the outside and one up on the inside. I let both hands move on her legs in ways a brother should never be touching his sister. My outside hand would circle up, squeezing the ass cheek and rubbing in lotion, and my inside hand would move up fingers first, not quite touching her pussy but letting her know I could any time I decided. Sherry's breath was getting heavy, and I wasn't even trying to hide my erection pushing at the edge of my shorts.

With my hands back on her calves, I put a last bit of lotion on my fingertips, and decided it was moment of truth time: I let my hand move all the way to where my palm cupped her left ass cheek, and my fingers were poised by her labia. Easing her open, I slid the tip of my middle finger along her lips to her clit, probing open her pussy as I did. I could feel how wet she already was, and when I touched her clit Sherry let out a deep, breathless moan. 

I realized we'd both been holding our breath for several seconds. Up to this point, things might have been risque, but either of us could have played it off. Now we were over that line. I moved my finger inside her, and she arched her neck up, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping the side of the boat. She pressed herself against my finger, forcing me deeper and showing me that the wetness wasn't just from sweat.

I didn't need any more encouragement. I reached my left hand across her, and lifted her hips so her ass pointed to the sky. Sherry held the position, and I gripped her far butt cheek with one full hand, pressing my mouth against the other and working my finger deeper in to her. She started to breathe faster and with every exhale another little moan escaped. She put one knuckle between her teeth, and bit down was biting down as she pressed herself against my hand.

Sherry's face was getting red, and I tried to insert a second finger. Her pussy was too tight, so I worked one finger against the other, loosening up her slick wet cunny. Slowly, I felt the muscle relax and let my second finger in. With my middle and ring finger together, I pushed in and pressed my fingertips against the vagina wall, seeing if I could stimulate her g-spot.

I fingered her steadily for several minutes, moving my other hand up and down her back, in to her hair, and then back down to her ass. I kissed on her rear end some more, moving up to the peak point where her ass showed a little curve to the sky and reaching behind to spread her open. 

As I moved up, I felt her hand against my shorts, reaching for my cock. I pulled my shorts down and our eyes met. Sherry had the same red, excited smile I did, and I eagerly put my rock hard cock where her hand could grab it. 

Sherry reached me and started to stroke my cock overhand, pulling a bit too much but exciting me just the same. I put my face back against her hip, looking at her while she looked at me over her shoulder, both of us using our hands on each other in ways I'd never imagined us doing.

Sherry came once, a short spasm that I felt from the inside with her pussy contracting strongly against my middle finger now two knuckles in to her. I let her have the orgasm, pushing my thumb in circles against her clit and working the inside of her pussy walls some more. I rocked my hips, moving my cock in her hand as she came, showing her how excited it got me to feel her cum on my hand. Eventually, her orgasm passed I moved my fingers out of her.

Easing her hips back against the bench, I took my shorts all the way off and straddled her. Her ass was dry, the lotion worn off, so I put some more on my hands. I rubbed her ass up and down, easing her crack open with my thumbs and then sliding a finger back against her pussy lips. I moved my cock up along the crack of her ass, and started to rub with my hips back and forth against her, dry-humping that delectable ass and letting the lotion lubricate my steaming prick. 

My hands roamed free, moving along her spine, rubbing her shoulders and back all while I continued grinding my hips against her smooth, soft butt. I moved lower, easing her legs apart with my knees and getting ready to put my cock in. I didn't care if it was wrong or not, I was going to fuck my sister face down on the bench of this ugly little rowboat.

"Danny, don't." Sherry said, rolling over a bit to look at me. "I want to, but we don't have any condoms here. I can't get pregnant with you." She looked suddenly unhappy and distressed.

"Oh. Okay, yeah, you're right." I said, trying to calm down. My plan had hit a snag. "Sorry, stupid of me." I moved off, and sat down in the bow, cross-legged in front of her. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

"No, no Danny!" She sat up, and wrapped her arms around my neck, coming forehead-to-forehead with me. "After yesterday, all I could think about was you." She kissed my forehead and held my face close to her neck. Her next words were muffled, but I thought I picked out the words "little man in the boat".

"Well, I was working on it." I said. "I can go down on you some if you want."

"No, Danny! A little man, on the boat there!" she pulled away and pointed behind me. Sure enough, there was a sailboat tacking by about 150 yards away. A small man with a pair of binocs and a jaunty looking hat was staring at us, calling excitedly over his shoulder for someone else.

I didn't think this was cool at all. Staring at my naked sister was wrong for me, but for some douchebag stranger it was just totally unacceptable. I stood up in to a half crouch and very clearly gave him the finger, with my still semi-hard penis punctuating the point, just as a young woman came over and joined the man. She didn't think it was cool either, and slapped the stupid looking hat off his head and in to the water. 

I reached the oars and turned us around, still steamed but glad that at least I didn't have to set us right against the wind and try to out-row what he could do by tacking. I felt pretty sure the woman had just taken care of any problem he would cause. 

Sherry refastened her top, and as we turned around she waved to the woman in charge, who waved back at us and then shouted some instruction to her imp of a man. As I rowed away, the sailboat tacked back, and soon moved off to a safe distance.

All this had interrupted what so far had been a very strange morning-afternoon for me. Going from being confused close-minded to confused-"I just jerked my sister off and got caught" while rowing naked back to shore was not a situation I understood well enough to put in to words.

Fortunately, I didn't have to. After a hundred yards or so, I stopped rowing and started to reach for my shorts. Sherry stopped me.

"Hold up, big brother. I'm not done with you yet." she smiled. Always a pretty girl, that smile just killed me and had me thinking of all the things I hoped she had in mind.

"You said you'd been thinking about me?"

"Uh-huh. Yesterday, I felt you come in my hands." I think I blushed.

Sherry moved forward towards me on hands and knees. "I thought it was a shame that got wasted in your pants, wouldn't want you to have another accident putting these on." She held up my shorts and tossed them on the bench behind her. I knew where this was going. "Maybe you can let me take care of it instead?" She moved toward me, between my knees.

Easing back, I watched as my sister took my semi-hard cock in her hand. She brushed her hair back out of her face, and looked up at me as she put the tip between her lips and swirled her tongue around on the tip. As I watched, she moved her mouth down over me and started to suck.




All Summer Long Ch. 02



I don't know how many times she had done this before, but she knew what she was doing. First, she concentrated just on getting me hard. Moving softly up and down my shaft, stroking my cock and gently playing with my balls. She'd flick her tongue against the tip of my cock, then wrap her lips around just the head and suck hard. 

The feel of her mouth around me was so intense I couldn't keep my eyes open. Every time that mouth would wrap around me my head would arch back like my neck was a spring, and every time I opened my eyes, I'd look down to see her eyes staring into mine. She'd bury her face in my crotch, taking the cock as deep as she could before coming up slowly, sucking my cock in the whole way. Sherry jerked my cock in to her mouth, and I could feel myself getting fully hard again.

Once I was hard, Sherry wanted me wet. Spitting on the tip of my cock, she'd push her lubricated spit down over me with her lips. Coming up, she licked the entire length of the shaft, making my member hard and dripping wet. 

I imagined it looking like this coming out of her sweet wet pussy, and hoped this wasn't a dream. I really wanted to be inside her, and the sooner the better. Before long, my whole length was coated, wet with saliva and rock hard. Drool eased down Sherry's chin and she wiped some off with a corner of a towel.

Now that I was hard and wet, Sherry grinned and really dove in to her work. Her whole mouth moved up and down on me steadily, a rhythm that I felt creeping through the bench and in to the whole boat. Her body was moving in time with her head, and she started to moan, using the vibration and her suction to bring me racing to an explosion. 

Feeling the heat build up in my loins, I reached down and pushed my hands in to her bikini top, gripping both tits and once and squeezing. Sherry reached a hand on top of mine, holding it against her tit while the other hand and mouth continued to work my shaft.

Reaching the edge, I took a hand out and wrapped it in her hair, pulled her face in to my crotch and came in her mouth. I felt Sherry's tongue working my shaft, while her hand slapped me away from the top of her head. As good as it felt, I was pushing her to take more than she could fit in her throat and needed to ease up. 

I continued to come, and Sherry moved up as I finished, taking only the tip of my cock in her mouth so she could swallow my load. Looking up at me, Sherry stared in my face as I came, daring me to fill her mouth and make her spit.

I must have shouted in my orgasm, because as I came to I could hear echoes of my shout coming back across the lake. I felt sure that the sailboat imp must have heard me and gotten an idea what I was enjoying. Maybe the little prig could persuade the missus to compete. Who cared, I just came in my sister's sweet little mouth.

The row home was more relaxing than the row out. Although I'm sure it sounds strange, knowing that I wasn't wrong about the tension between Sherry and me helped me take a new perspective. 

Sherry stayed on my side of the boat, sitting on some bench pads either with her back against my legs, or stretched to the side with her head on my knees. I'd row for a bit, then lock the oars down and massage her head and back. A few times, we took a break to just stop and kiss, her on her knees on the pads, and me sitting on the bench holding her against me. It felt so much like a date that I had to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Sherry asked in a dreamy voice.

"It's just hard to imagine that this is so wrong, when it feels so right." I said, wrapping my arms around her middle and holding her close. We kissed.

"We're not wrong." Sherry said, a soft conviction in her voice. She waved her hand generally around, "all of them are. But what'd they ever do for us anyway."

"Fuck 'em." I said.

"Not before you fuck me. Don't think I'm just sucking you all the time."

"Mmmmm . . . ok. Sounds pretty good to me, actually." We shared a longer kiss, our tongues dancing on each other. I could still taste myself, and couldn't wait to return the favor.



All Summer Long Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- The Pearl 

Walking up from the lake to the cabin, Sherry held on to my hand until the last possible minute before reaching for the door. I was feeling awkward, ready to step back in to a brother-sister mode as soon as we got in sight of shore, but Sherry didn't seem worried. If anything, it was like she wanted to test fate, to see what would happen if someone spotted us.

Would people think anything if they did, I wondered? I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen a brother and sister holding hands, but I somehow doubted my first thought would be that they'd just spent hours getting each other off. I could imagine one of my buddies from the basketball team saying something, but even that would just be a joke tinged with jealousy. Hell, half of them swore that if they were Sherry's brother they'd have been nailing her for years.

Maybe I was just a slow starter.

Sherry tested the door handle, and found the door locked. This was a little weird during daylight hours, but the sun was setting and the last light was coming over the lake and through some trees behind us. Might be that mom had decided on an evening shower, or had just locked the door from habit.

As Sherry bent over to get the ever-so-subtle key under the magnet rock, I gave her ass an open hand squeeze and looked away like I was an innocent bystander to a walk-by groping. She smiled at me, sticking her tongue out and making a face.

The grab on her butt was playful, but I was still having thoughts about how she'd looked laying on the boat bench. The pink bikini was covered with a pair of white gym shorts and a tank top that she'd brought in her bag, but I could still see the outline of the thong through the shorts and it did nothing to hide the perfect round hard shape of her rear. I tried not to think about how I'd rubbed my bare dick up and down that ass crack as I'd dry humped her on the boat, or about how her rock-hard buns had felt against my abs as we'd ground our bodies together.

One way or another, I was getting that ass back in the air sometime soon. Next time I'd be coming with a raincoat.

Losing myself in that fantasy for a second, I had to consciously wipe the smirk off my face as Sherry opened the door. I'd learned long ago that my folks could spot my "cat ate the canary" grin, and didn't want to explain whatever look I had on right now.

As it turned out, I didn't need to worry. The bottles spread across the living room and my mom passed out on the couch made it obvious enough why the door was locked. Apparently in a moment of lucidity my mother had decided she didn't want neighbors walking in unannounced this afternoon.

My mom was lying on the couch in her bathrobe, spread open and exposing her legs and panties. Thankfully, the top was cinched tight, but a large spill on the front told me that the robe was going to have to come off anyway. I couldn't tell if the spill was booze or puke, neither would surprise me. A joint was in the ashtray in front of her, only half smoked. It took me a second to recognize what it was . . . my mom hated cigarettes, and while I'd seen her drink a number of times and she'd talked about smoking dope as a kid, I'd never actually spotted her or my dad with drugs of any kind.

Moving closer, I covered my mom immediately. Then I just needed to sit and rub my eyes for a second. How long is she gonna keep doing this, and when is Dad getting back to take care of her?

"Sherry, I'll carry mom upstairs. Can you get her cleaned up or in the shower if we can get her awake?"

"I can try. You think she's okay?"

She's a long fucking way from okay, I thought but what I said was, "Yeah, she'll be fine. Don't worry, we'll just get her cleaned and put to bed and I'll make us some dinner. I'll make something that can be good cold if she can't eat till later."

I hoisted my mom up, carrying her across my arms like a baby. She was a pretty small woman, shorter than Sherry if not quite so slim. Looking at the stairs, I knew it would be a lot easier to carry her fireman-style, but something about that just seemed humiliating. Sherry was already quiet and a little freaked out to see our mom like this, and I knew seeing her slung over my shoulders like a sack would make it just that much worse. Going up stairs this way would be a struggle, but at least it looked gentle and helpful rather than showing Sherry just how helpless our mom was. I'd deal with pain in my legs and back over Sherry's tears any day.

Taking the stairs slow and easy, I made it up in one piece with Sherry just behind me. I'd moved through the doorway of the master bedroom, working hard not to bang mom's head or knees against the furniture or door-frame, when I tripped over a slipper left lying on the floor. I went down hard on one knee, and felt the nerve send a shot up my spine and neck until my eyes teared. My teeth clicked, and I nearly dropped us both flat on the ground, just managing to keep her head up by holding her in to me as I fell.

I gave the pain a second to pass and worked to get my feet under me. Breathing deep, I strained back and pressed, trying to deadlift my mom's limp figure straight up.

Legs fresh, I might have been able to do it, maybe. Lifting 130 pounds of dumbells is one thing; 130 pounds of limp human is something else completely. Having just spent the whole day outside and carrying my mom up a dozen or more stairs, I wasn't even close. I staggered, stumbled, and nearly clocked her head in to the side of the bed frame. Her ass hit the floor with a thump as her head rolled limply to one shoulder.

Sherry moved in to help me. Together, we got her sitting almost stable on the bed between us. Looking at Sherry across my mom's shoulders, I suddenly felt nauseous.

"I really don't want to do this part." I groused. The idea of stripping my mom and cleaning off her puke just made me want to be sick.

"Here, let's lay her down," Sherry said. We put a pillow under her head, and got her laid out diagonal on the mattress in something like a comfortable position. Now at least she looked like she'd made it to the bedroom before blacking out. The smell wasn't any better, and that combined with the whap-whap-whap of the ceiling fan and the dim light coming through the windows was still making my throat come up.

Sherry must have seen me turning green, because she reached out and took my hand and led me to the doorway.

"I'll take care of her, Danny. You don't have to do all of this." She looked up at me and I stopped and just stared down into her almond brown eyes. Everything she'd seen and had to deal with, and she was concerned that I might not be able to handle it. Staring in her face, with more honesty than I'd ever dared to show her or anyone, all I could feel was unbelievable gratitude.

"Thanks, Sherry. I . . . do what's right for her, okay?" I kissed her on the forehead and squeezed her arm before turning and heading back downstairs. "I'll see what we have for dinner", I called over my shoulder.

"Make something good, Danny!" Sherry called back.

I got downstairs and headed to the kitchen. Make something good? I wondered. What do you serve to follow an afternoon of incest and accompany an evening of alcoholic resurrection? What little culinary skill I had didn't seem to cover this situation. Likewise, I was pretty sure none of the manners books that my mom was so fond of were likely to have a chapter devoted. Does white wine wash down the taste of brother's semen? When finding a parent passed out drunk, does one make coffee or a nice brioche?

More random thoughts and half-jokes swam through my head. Emotionally, I was pretty sure Dr. Phil would say I was a wreck. Of course, Dr. Phil was unlikely to have a positive outlook on how Sherry and I were starting to take our brother-sister relationship. I somehow doubted a consultation with him would get to the point of talking about my mommy issues.

The amazing thing was, I wasn't actually twisted up about what was happening with Sherry. True, I didn't know where things might go from here, but I was pretty sure we were both exploring something remarkable. I was looking forward to seeing where things would go, and even if Sherry suddenly decided we needed to get back to "normal" I thought I'd be okay with that. Just knowing that we had one afternoon together without any of the bullshit social stigma seemed like it could be a really good thing.   

As I thought about Sherry and the direction of the last couple days, I noticed my mood improving and the tension easing from my mind. It wasn't just the sex, although the release had been amazing both times and I was definitely feeling pretty good about that. It felt like a barrier had been lifted, that a secret I'd been keeping from myself was finally out in the open where I could just look at it and say Yep, there it is. I'm hot for my sister. I smiled at the thought and started digging through cabinets and the fridge looking for something to cook.

As soon as I hit the fridge, it was like a light from heaven decided to shine down and take notice. There, defrosted and in clear plastic wrap was a beautiful 12 inch long, 2 inch thick (no, not that!) flank steak already marinating. I checked around in the fridge, and sure enough, we had horseradish and potato salad.

This may not mean much to you, but ever since I was a kid my favorite dinner has been London Broil with potato salad. Most of my friends don't like it, and even my family just tolerates the tough cut steak, but when my mom wants to treat me she'll surprise me from nowhere with a London broil. My friend Roger told me one time that the only good thing about the steak is an excuse to eat horseradish, and maybe he's right that's the appeal. If so, I'm okay with it. If my mother and sister can eat pancakes just for an excuse to get too-sugary Maple syrup and drown 'em, I can live with eating tough meat as a way to justify horseradish, garlic, and cumin.

I checked the steak, and it was finger soft. This must have been defrosting and marinating since last night at least, and it was good to go. It cheered me up to know that as screwed up as my mom was, she'd also been thinking about me in buying and preparing this. All in, I was maybe 40 minutes away from getting my steak on and with everything else going on it was nice to know at least dinner would be easy. I lit up the broiler to preheat, and before I even found the pan I'd need I had a song in my head and a smile on my face. Hearing Sherry get my mom moving to the shower upstairs reminded me of my mom's situation, but even that couldn't damp my mood right now. My mom might be a drunk, but at least she was thoughtful.

I rubbed some extra spices in to the raw meat, and by the time I was done the oven was ready. Dropping the steak in, I looked for a knife sharpener. The one thing about a broil is that the cut has to be thin and against the grain. Getting it right requires a sharp knife and my uncle Rob might be rich but he didn't keep his knives in particularly good shape. Fortunately, I found one of the cheap hand-helds with the sharpening angle already set and started to get some knives prepared.

I'd turned the meat over once and it was almost done cooking when I heard Sherry come out from our parents' room. I watched her come down the stairs and gave her a big smile. I had a beer in my hand, and she took it from me and took a swig as she leaned back across the counter top. I moved in close and pressed my hips against her.

"Hey, how's she doing?" I asked, leaning in and kissing the side of her neck as she drank from the beer bottle.

"She's clean. And she seems to be sleeping okay now." I wrapped my fingers around Sherry's waist as she finished off the beer.

"I gotta tell you something." I said, still pressing against her.

"What?" She looked tense, but still receptive.

"You're amazing." Sherry smiled, and I leaned in and kissed her lips. "I couldn't handle Mom, and you just stepped in like that. That was awesome."

"Thanks, Danny." Sherry moved in towards me more, relaxing a bit and running one hand up the arm I had around her. "I'm so glad you were here when we found her. I don't know what I would have done if I was alone."

The oven timer went off, and I went to get the steak out of the oven.

"You would have handled it." I said, putting the steak on the burners to cool and setting the timer for another few minutes. "You'll know what to do if you ever need to."

"I hope I never do." Looking seriously at the steak, "If I have to eat one of those, I definitely need another beer."

While Sherry and I had dinner, I turned on the stereo system Uncle Rob had installed. In honor of my mom's joint (which I'd hidden away to be safe) we decided to turn on some reggae music. Between the cheerful beat, a couple of beers, and a seasoned steak I was actually starting to think this could be one of my best days ever. Sherry didn't know the music, but she hummed along to the choruses and bounced to the beat, looking at me like I was a total freak but enjoying it just the same.

About midway through, we heard my mom in the bathroom upstairs. We heard the sink go for a couple seconds, then the unmistakable sound of retching as she vomited more in to (hopefully) the toilet. Sherry shook her head in a grossed out gesture, and pushed the steak away indicating she was done. I just smiled and took another bite, then used the remote to turn up the stereo volume and drown out the noise. We both laughed and a minute later I dropped the volume back down.

"You're terrible." Sherry accused me, smiling over the mouth of her beer bottle.

"What can I say, I just like me some Marley." The song "Smoke Two Joints" came up on the player, and I turned the volume a little louder, hoping to tease mom a bit though I doubted she heard the lyrics.

"Sto-op! That's so wrong, Mom'll hear."

I grinned. "What? Did she leave something out, or did she remember to put it away when she was done?"

Sherry started. "You're really bad. Not all of us get to leave for college you know." She looked sad at that. It hit me then that this summer might actually be the last time we'd be living under the same roof. Considering how closer we were in age, neither of us had ever known a time without the other around.

"Is that why . . . you know . . . the last couple days?"

Sherry got a quiet, thoughtful look on her face. "I think, maybe kinda, but it's also been building a while. I mean, I saw yesterday on the boat, when you looked down my shirt." I blushed, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed. "But I've seen you look at me before, and . . . I like when you look at me . . . the way you look at me. When I saw you yesterday, I just wanted to touch you and be close to you. You were getting all excited, and then I got excited and, you know." A mischievous smile at that last. I did know.

I thought about looking at Sherry, about the other times I'd really looked at my sister. I remembered times by the pool when we were younger, both of us early teens and she'd just started developing. I remembered rubbing lotion on her back and legs then, and the first time I'd gotten a hard on from it and had to go inside to hide it. I remembered watching her go to prom last May with Roger; watching her get the dress put together and Roger pinning the corsage on. At the time, I remember being jealous and thinking it was just big brother protectiveness coming out. It seemed like more and more I'd been looking and feeling different about her.

"I guess I've been looking at you a while. I never really thought about it, but even though you're my sister I just always think you're really gorgeous and sexy." Now it was her turn to blush a bit. "And it's more than that. . . you're cool. You're someone I've counted on ever since we were kids, and you were always there no matter what else was going on." I didn't want to say 'when Dad was gone and Mom was fucked up', but I think we both understood where I was going with that.

"I'm really scared, Danny." She looked like she was about to cry. "I've never been alone and I need you with me. What's gonna happen when it's just me and Mom and Dad's off doing whatever?"

I had to pause, because I wanted to know but didn't know how to ask. "Sherry . . . is that why . . . you're not just trying to keep me around are you?"

Thought out or no, that was the wrong thing to say. Sherry's face twisted up, and the tears she'd been holding back burst out of her, running down her cheeks in an explosion of grief. For all the tears though, she kept her sobs soft, and almost immediately got her voice back under control.

"No! I just didn't want it to be too late." She smiled, still a beautiful little imp even around the tears. "Ever since you got in to school I knew you were gonna leave. I know you have to, and it's just a year for me, but it's my first year without my big brother around."

My heart melted. I had been so caught up in moving out and moving on that I never even thought about who and what I was leaving behind. In my mind, I guess I always came back and Sherry would always be there with the fam. Now it was hitting me, I could go and end up losing her as well as them.

I got up from the table and grabbed some tissues. Bringing them over, I put the box in front of Sherry and leaned down to kiss her full on the lips. Pulling her in to me, I let the kiss last, my mouth opening and finding her tongue with mine. Her hands moved behind my head and she pulled me in to her. Breaking the kiss, we held our heads together, my mouth still against her ear.

"We'll figure something out. I won't leave you behind with them." I whispered. Sherry pressed her face in to my neck, and I could feel the tension bleeding out of her.

"But first, we clean!" I started, putting on the dramatic. "And then, vampires." I grinned. It was a tradition that at least one night per vacation we did a marathon of bad vampire movies. Sherry snorted.

"Okay. But like the steak I insist on more beer."

Sherry and I cleaned up the kitchen, and then I got the videos and snacks set while Sherry went to check on our mom. Coming down, she gave me the sign that mom was ok and we should go ahead and start the movies.

The couch was massive, and at first Sherry sat at one end, with me at the other. After all of a minute though, she virtually pounced, surprising me by jumping across the couch to press me against the armrest with a kiss.

I let her push me back, laughing and pulling her sweet firm body against me. Letting my hands roam on their own, I started stroking her toned bare legs and moved under her shorts to circle her ass. Sherry laughed, and moved her legs on either side of mine. As we kissed she moved her hands up my shirt and on my chest, laying against me and slowing rubbing herself against my leg.

Between the smell of her hair, and feel of her breasts against me I could feel my blood rising again. As she eased up from the kiss, our eyes met under the tent of her hair that hung down over my face. We had our own space here, the four inches between our eyes and lips completely covered by her hair. We held each other's gaze for a long instant, and slowly she came back down for another deep kiss.

As we kept kissing, I slowly started working my hand up from her ass and under her shirt. I had seen and sucked her sweet titties earlier and wanted them bare in my mouth again. Sherry was moving to let my hand under her shirt, when we heard the door start to open from upstairs.

As fast as Sherry had moved on to me, I think we disentangled even faster. It was reckless for us to make out in the living room with my mom just upstairs, and we grinned at each other knowing that we narrowly avoided getting caught.




All Summer Long Ch. 03



My mom came down the stairs, moving carefully with her head down.

"Mom, hey! You're just in time for the movies." I called out, trying to make my disrupted sexual energy in to a 'glad to see ya' kind of vibe.

My mom looked up and waved. "Hey, you two. Sorry I fell asleep, I must have missed dinner. You guys did eat, right?"

We pointed our mom to the leftover steak, and while she had her back turned, Sherry leaned over and gave my cock a quick squeeze. Nothing too elaborate, but she followed it up with a smile and stretched out her legs to show off those runner's thighs that I loved so much. Her hand still on my cock, she started making blowjob gestures with her lips and tongue, rubbing her tits up with one hand while fondling me with the other. Little minx wanted me hiding an erection from our mom.

I looked at my shorts, and there was no way to hide what I was thinking about. I pulled a blanket out from the chest holding them nearby, and stretched out under it. Fortunately, even summer nights in Michigan were cool enough that a blanket made sense. If I hadn't just had my sister on top of me, I might have pulled one out anyway.

My mom came back with a small plate and a bottle of Ibuprofen and a glass of water. Glad to see she hadn't taken a beer or commented on how many we had taken. Of course, she might not even be sure how many we had had, and mom was never one to freak out about a beer at night even for us.

Sherry settled at the opposite end of the couch, pulling a corner of the blanket over her curled-up knees, while my mom took a recliner adjacent. From where she was sitting, my mom could either turn to look at the screen, or swivel to face me from where my feet pointed. She'd have to crane her neck further to see Sherry.

We turned the movie back on, and almost immediately Sherry started gesturing at me. She'd arch her neck, and pull down the side of her shirt far enough to show most of the tit. She started rubbing her tits with one hand, and licked the fingers of her other and moved her hand under the blankets.

Looking right at me, Sherry started to masturbate. Moving slowly, I could see her arm moving back and forth, her hand rubbing the clit. She must have been fingering the inside too, because she took her hand out and I could see the fingers wet with her juices. She put her fingers in her mouth and started to suck the wetness off.

Watching Sherry, and trying not to let my mother catch me, I started to get unbearably stiff. Mom was fixated on the movie, so I moved a hand beneath the blanket as well and started to rub for Sherry. Sherry grinned, and turned herself more to her own masturbation, using both hands now and arching her breasts up against her shirt.

"So did you kids have a nice day on the lake?" My mom was turning to look at me.

"It was alright, the weather was nice." I said, stopping myself in mid jerk. I tried to move the hand off myself as subtly as I could. "Company could have used an upgrade." I said, giving Sherry what I hoped was a mean-brotherly look. She stuck out her tongue at me, just like a kid. Unlike a kid, she then grinned and flicked it like she had against the head of my penis earlier. I flushed.

"You kids need to be nice to each other. Remember, you're each other's closest relative." It was an old bit she had been using forever. The idea was that we each had half of our parents' genes, but only Sherry and I had both halves from the same people.

"Yeah, Danny, you need to be nice to me. I still can't believe you made me row!"

"You made her row the boat?" My mom asked with an offended tone. I, of course had done no such thing, but I had no idea what to say about that.

"He did, Mom! Said I needed to chip in and now my back is all sore!"

"Danny . . ." Mom said, acting disappointed and turning back to the movie.

"Yeah, Danny. You should rub my back, and make it up to me, you got me so sore!"

Sherry moved over to my side of the couch, and now I saw what she was getting at. "Scoot in, make some room!", she said, affecting a bratty tone and sitting her ass in between my legs. Reaching behind her as if to get comfortable, she gave my cock a squeeze and settled in, pressing her ass back against me.

My mom was still looking at the TV, and maybe starting to doze off a bit. "You're bad." I said, whispering in Sherry's ear. She giggled, and I moved my hands on to her shoulders.

Rubbing Sherry's shoulders, she leaned lower and I got another clear view down her shirt and to her breasts. Sherry looked up and me and smiled, and now I wasn't even trying to hide it.

"God, you got great tits." I mouthed silently. "Thank you", Sherry mouthed back.

I rubbed her shoulders nice and deep, feeling the lean muscle ease beneath my fingers, and her body swaying enough to start a jiggle in her breasts. Every fourth or fifth rub, I'm move my hand under her armpit and give her breast a gentle squeeze. Her tits were just slightly smaller than handsize, about the size of a large apple, and every time I felt one I wanted to wrap my hands around both and just pull her against me.

Mom started to fall asleep, and Sherry and I stretched out under the blanket, her beside me laying her head on my chest. I had an arm wrapped around her, and was alternating between caressing her arm and fondling those sweet tits. If our mother woke up right now and turned around, we'd look very unusual but not blatantly sexual.

Before long though, we started to kiss. I had my hand cupping the back of her neck, alternating between caressing her ears and cheek with giving light but firm tugs on the hair at the back of her neck. I tried to listen for my mother's breathing, but kissing and fondling my sister was just too irresistible. Sherry was rubbing against me again, one hand working against my leg and cock, all while trying to keep her own breathing down below obviously excited levels.

My mom coughed, and I quickly backed up, taking my hand away and sitting up a bit so our faces weren't right next to each other. Mom wasn't awake or looking our direction, but she wasn't completely out any more. Sherry kept moving her hand against my cock, and started to kiss on my neck, sending blasts of pleasure up my ear and into my brain.

"What time is it?" My mother asked sleepily.

"Not sure, Mom. Maybe midnight." I was trying to keep my voice straight. Sherry still had her hand working on me, and had started to lick on my earlobe, driving me insane as she stroked my cock. I propped one knee up against the blanket, hoping to hide the motion of her hand working against me if my mom did turn around and look at us.

"I should go to bed." She mumbled, half awake. Sherry stroked harder, not bothering to be subtle at all.

"As soon as she's gone, I'm gonna fuck your brains out." Sherry whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna make you come all over my tits." Still stroking me, licking my earlobe and moving against me. "And when you're done, I'm gonna suck you hard again." She planted her lips against the edge of my neck, sucking and nibbling the skin, bringing me close to orgasm. "But then you need to eat me before you get more, I'm gonna make you wait with a hardon until you can make me cum eating my pussy. How's that sound to you, big brother?" I was about to explode, trying to keep my voice down, and reaching for an orgasm.

And just like that, Sherry stopped. She leaned up and looked at me with a smile, took her hand off my cock and rubbed my chest for a second before climbing over me to get off the couch. As she straddled me, I let my hand run up her thigh again, but she pulled away.

"Good idea, Mom. I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed too. G'night." Sherry leaned in and kissed my mom on the cheek, leaving with a swish and looking back at me once before disappearing in the bathroom, literally leaving me there with my dick in my hand.

After everything that had gone on today, my sister had just deliberately left me blue-balled.

After Sherry had left for a shower, and my mom to go to bed, I lay on the couch for the rest of the stupid vampire movie. Half of my brain was sure this was a joke, that Sherry would get cleaned up and as soon as she was done and my mother was in bed she'd come right back and make good on what she said she wanted to do to me. The rest of me wasn't so sure, I mean every guy's had a girl prick tease him and walk off like nothing happened. I just had no idea what the fuck to think.

I started off waiting for Sherry to be done in the shower, but after about 10 minutes she came out drying her hair with one towel and another wrapped around her. Without so much as looking my direction she walked from the bathroom to her bedroom, closing the bedroom door solidly and leaving only the bathroom door open for the steam to leak slowly out.

I knew the feeling.

The vampire movie sucked, as almost all vampire movies do and must. It's like a cosmic law; if you mix over-the-hill actresses with fake blood and crappy Romanian accents the only possible outcome is suckiness. There were a couple of boob shots during the movie, and I tried halfheartedly to jerk off when anything even a little sexy happened on screen. I really wanted to come, but the difference between jerking it to a stupid B-movie with never-been actresses and thinking you were gonna have unbelievable sex with one of the hottest girls you've ever known, who, oh yeah, just happens to be your sister. . . well, I couldn't even pretend to get jazzed up.

When the movie was finally over, I got myself cleaned up, a quick sponge bath and brushed my teeth, and decided I might as well crash too. It had been over a half hour and it was obvious Sherry wasn't coming back to rock my world on the couch. What could I do besides call it a night?

Laying there in the dark, I listened to the crickets and the wind outside my window, slowing my breathing and forcing all the pent-up, frustrated thoughts from my head. I imagined myself back in that moment beneath the tent of Sherry's hair, staring up in to her eyes and feeling the heat of us. I had known then that she was going to be my lover tonight, and when we were it wasn't going to be just emptying my balls in some willing female. I couldn't believe that a moment that felt so real had disintegrated just like a cheap horror movie vampire in a make-believe sun.

Just as I'd given up, and my mind had finally slowed, I heard the sound I'd been trying not to listen for. The door creaked open and latched softly, and I heard small feet make their way carefully to the side of my bed. I didn't say a word, just moved over a bit and lifted the sheets and she was there.

I felt her before I could see anything, her hands were on the sides of my face, looking for the position of my lips. She pressed her mouth against me as her body settled in beside mine, tongue already reaching between my lips as the covers closed around us.

I reached for her body and skin and all I could feel was the smoothness of silk. A nightdress I didn't know she had, with lace on the lower fringes. My hands moved down over her ass, feeling the firm muscles clench as she pressed against me. Our tongues pressed, teased, and twirled against each other again and again and when I breathed every scent of air was tinged heavy with her musk. The heat of our bodies was building, chasing the Michigan chill back out the window behind us.

Reaching lower, I felt the lower end of her nightie and moved my hand under, feeling her thighs until my hands were back on her bare ass again. She wasn't wearing panties this time, and without waiting I moved fingers against her lips and then in to her wetness.

Sherry arched back and moaned. As she did a cloud must have past and let in the starlight just to give me a shaded glimpse of her. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth slightly parted in a luscious moan, she was every man's fantasy and reason for fighting. Gradually she opened her eyes and looked at me with such blazing heat and molten tenderness, all my worries from earlier evaporated and I understood.

The time hadn't been right before. Now it was.

Sherry sat up and raised her arms. Reaching my arms around her, I moved my hands up her back under the nightdress, kissing her breasts through the thin material, and raised the dress up and off her, kissing now on the bare exposed nipples, tightening with the cold air and the attention of my tongue. I had my naked sister in my arms and in my bed, no moment of anticipation had ever been more perfect. Sherry undressed me as I lay in bed, and I started pointing her towards my bag in the corner.

"Condoms in there", I called.

Rather than reach for the bag, Sherry crawled under the covers. For the first time, we were pressed together completely nude.

"Danny," she started, seeming embarrassed, "I wasn't totally honest with you earlier. I've been on the pill a while and we don't have to use one unless you want."

I shook my head. "No, but . . ." and I stopped. I knew why without having to ask.

"You didn't want our first time to be on the boat, did you?"

"No", she said, looking a little ashamed as she moved a finger around on my chest.

"I'm sorry, I should have thought. Who would want to lose their virginity like that."

Sherry flushed brightly. Even in the dim starlight I could see how strong her blood came up then. "Um, Danny . . ." she trailed off.

"Oh." I got it now, at least kind of. "I mean, I don't care about that Sherry. If you're not then you're not, it's not a big deal."

"No, it is a big deal Danny. At least, I want you to know before. See . . . I love you. You don't have to say it back to me, I mean I know you love me as your sister, and we can make love tonight no matter what. I just want you to know, this is important to me and that's why I didn't want to do it on the boat."

Of all the girls I'd been with before (ok, all three if you must know), I'd never had any be this emotionally open to me. Looking in Sherry's eyes, I could tell that this was total sincerity, she loved me and wanted me to know, and if I loved her back that would be great, but she really needed me to know that she loved me before she made love to me. I wasn't sure how to respond. If nothing else, I really hadn't looked too closely at my feelings for Sherry yet, just a couple hours ago I had really admitted to myself that I was even attracted to her.

Fortunately, Sherry didn't seem to be looking for a response. Letting her hair fall back over my face, she straddled my hips and pressed herself against me. From the arms around my shoulders, to her breasts on my chest and hips against my pelvis all I felt was her against me and over me. More than anything, I was ready to feel her around me.

We kissed, and she reached a hand down to guide me in to her. My tip pressed against her entrance, and I could feel the resistance of her as I eased in. Taking it slow, each rise and fall of Sherry's body brought me a tantalizing quarter inch deeper, until finally I felt her walls relax and the length of my shaft sank in to her in one smooth, even press.

Balls deep, I thought for no reason in particular.

Sherry began to rock back and forth on me, pressing down hard as she rubbed her clit against my pelvis. Every stroke seemed to come up higher and land deeper, the heat between us rising and the sweet sickly smell of her juice growing stronger. Looking in to her face, I could see the starlit flush in her neck reaching up to her earlobes.

On an impulse, I pulled her down to me, running one hand up the length of her spine and holding the back of her neck with the other. I moved my mouth to where her neck met her earlobes and bit gently, first on the neck and then even more gently on the earlobe. Sherry hissed with pleasure, and I let the tip of my tongue circle the ridge of her ear.

"You are so . . . fucking . . . beautiful." I breathed in her ear, accentuating each point by raising her up and pushing in to her in a deep, firm stroke.

Sherry went off. Where a second ago she had been moving slow and sweet, now she wouldn't be held back. Pushing herself off me a bit with her hands on my shoulders, she began bucking back in to me hard, up and down, her long dark hair circling her face crazily and whipping side to side as she set the pace of our fucking.

The bed began to move. Forward and back, scratching against the floor and thumping against the wall to the rhythm of her ride. I didn't care if anyone heard. Letting Sherry set the beat, I moved my hands down on her hips and danced in counterpoint to her thrusts, driving her in to the air, and rolling my hips in to her as she came down. Circling and pressing, we rocked in concert with each other like the dance floor of nightclub. Only for once, rather than dancing and imagining sex set to music, I lost myself in the dance and let the music come to us.

Up and down my sister rode the length of my shaft; now pausing to push down and in to me, breathing in to my neck as she worked to get as much cock as could possibly drive in to her, then rising and teasing us both by only allowing the tip to move in and out. Each time my head would exit, I could feel the walls compress and resist ever so slightly as I reentered her.

Gradually, Sherry's moans changed from soft to increasingly anxious, and I could tell she was about to come. As if she could read my mind, Sherry dropped her chest back on mine and circled my head with her arms. Moving just her ass up and down on me, she breathed a muted scream in my ear, "I'm coming! Ohmigod, I'm gonna come!"

"Come for me, Sherry. Show me how you come for me." I whispered back, speeding up my thrusts in to brief sharp jabs. Rolling my body from my chest to my hips, I felt her breasts with my pecs and fucked her with a jackrabbit quick 'pap-pap-pap' of our bodies coming together faster and faster. My own balls started to tighten, and I could tell I was getting close.

Sherry moaned in my ear again, dug her nails in to my hair, and bit on the skin of my neck. A bulb burst in my brain, and I dimly heard my shocked intake of breath just before a pair of moans, one deep and one sharp. I knew I was going to come, and pressed in for one last, deep thrust and exploded inside of her.

A thousand more bulbs burst, and my crotch spasmed and shot seed in to her as deep and hard as the muscles could clench. Our mouths met, and I continued to push, savoring the spasms of her orgasm against my shaft as we came together again and again. I couldn't say who collapsed first or who moaned longest, but as we finished we both lay twisted with our bodies twitching in the final sweet, exhausted convulsions.

We stayed like that for a long minute, each of us lost to the world beyond each other. Sherry brought her face against mine, and I turned and kissed her deeply on the lips. Her hand stroked my cheek as I ran my hands up and down between the base of her spine and over the curves of her rear. Our eyes locked and we just stared, feeling as I softened inside her.

"Thank you", she said, after moments had passed and it was time to say something again.

"Thank you too." I responded. This had to be one the happiest surprises of my life to this point. "I didn't expect to be that fast, you really surprised me."

Sherry giggled, and nuzzled in to my neck. "Mmmmm . . . that was so great. And I'm not done with you yet, I have plans don't forget."

I laughed. "Well, I missed coming on your tits, that's for sure."

"That's okay, that was just a tease anyway. No way was I letting you waste that one. Rest up a few minutes big brother . . . and get ready."

We slept. I couldn't say how long, other than that it was still dark when I woke. In the pitch darkness I woke up and felt cold. The covers were drawn down over my body, and I could feel a hand and soft mouth working me back to hard down low.




All Summer Long Ch. 03



I reached down and ran a hand in to Sherry's hair. Fingers from the other side moved up my thigh and on to my abs. Running my other hand down the length of her arm, I closed my eyes and fucked her face. If Sherry really wanted to suck my cock after an amazing fuck like she just gave me, I was going to relax and let her.

There in the total blackness, I could only feel her skin, her hair, and her mouth, all working against me as I thrust gently deeper in. Because I couldn't see, I imagined. I envisioned her perfect face, mouth open and wet lips parted, cheeks sunken in and eyes closed as she passed up and down over the length of my cock. In my mind's eye, I saw my cock head come out and rest against her face as her tongue moved out to lick a drop of pre-cum off the tip. The pre-cum hangs on the tip of her tongue like a pearl, until it disappears in her mouth as she takes the rest of my cock.

I could tell I was hard by this point, and I thought about the plan Sherry had told me about. I had wanted to taste her earlier, and couldn't wait to do it now. By feel alone, I pulled Sherry off me and lay her down along the length of the bed.

Kissing slowly down her body, I traced the line with my tongue that had started this lust just yesterday. Licking from nipple to neck, I imagined us in the boat again without my father, sucking on her nipples in the heat of the sun and the spray of the water. My hand reached between her legs, and she clamped as I slid a finger back and forth along her lips. Still in pitch blackness, I maneuvered down, kissing every inch of skin I could find until finally I could smell her snatch and feel the last unshaven hairs tickle my nose.

I licked the length of her pussy, once slowly from end to end, savoring the sweat and the cum and juices already building again on her lips. Taking a thumb on each side of her, I opened the labia and started to lap. Twisting and twirling my tongue over her, up and around her clit, I could feel Sherry start to squirm and shift.

Her moans picked up when I used my tongue to trace the letters of the alphabet on her, starting from A, I made my way to M, working every direction of every letter with my tongue. Her squirms became thrashing, and eventually I grabbed her thighs, pulling her pussy in to my face and holding her as steady as I could with just my hands against her hips and I pushed and twisted my tongue in and around her again and again.

Sherry's moans became pants, and with shorter and harder breaths turned in to squeals of pleasure. Before long, she squeezed those runner's thighs on the sides of my head, so hard I felt sure my neck would torque off, and came. I buried my tongue as deep as it would stretch it to her and just savored every salty sip.

When Sherry stopped shaking and could open her eyes again, I backed off. I must have had a wicked grin to match the raging hard-on standing in the air, because Sherry gave me a nervous look.

"Uh-oh. Am I in trouble?", she asked with that mischief making leer I'd come to love.

"Oh yeah, unfinished business," I responded as I moved her one leg over the other and used a hand on her hips to flip her over. Pulling her ass in to the air, I pressed my body down on her, cock first against her crack as it had been on the boat this morning.

"You remember how close I came to fucking you this morning on the lake?" I breathed in her ear as I rubbed my hips against her ass.

"Is that what you want Danny? To imagine we're out on the lake and you're having your way with me? Ravaging your sweet little sister?", she teased, returning the rub with an ass wiggle of her own.

"Wouldn't that be wrong, to fuck your little sister like that?" she continued, bucking back against me, now grinding her ass in to my cock. "What would people think if they found out you fucked your sister with that big, thick cock of yours?"

"What if my little sister wanted it too? Wouldn't be so bad then, would it?" I whispered, easing in to my sister's pussy again. "Does little sister want me to give it to her?"

"Oh god, yes!"

Where our first time had been sweet and affectionate, and expression of our love and connection to each other, this time was rough. We were still young, hormonally souped, and at the peak of our desire for each other. Moreover, I had already come hard twice today and knew I could keep this erection pretty much as long as I wanted. I was gonna drill this little girl.

Pulling her ass up in to me, I entered and buried myself as deep as I could go. Sherry stiffened a bit, the deep penetration shocking as well as exciting her, and I pressed harder to show her how deep big brother's cock could fit.

Resting my weight on one elbow over her head, I let my other hand roam . . . now reaching under her to cup a breast, now reaching back to slap her ass as I started to move in and out of her seeping snatch. Sherry reached for the hand above her, and pulled my fingers down to her mouth, forcing my body down against her as the elbow turned in. I let her suck on my fingers, and could feel the nerves reach straight to the head of my dick, tingling as I continued my excavation of this sweetest honeypot. Her ass like rubberized silk against my pelvis, I rocked faster and harder as Sherry started to nibble and moan against my hand.

Hearing that moan, I leaned my face down against her, kissing her cheek and neck as I reached my free hand along the length of her arm to grasp the fingers of her hand.

"How is that little girl? You like how your big brother feels inside you?"

"Ooooh, I love it!" Sherry moaned. "I love it soooo much!"

"How about this?" I teased, moving my legs inside hers and leveraging her legs out wide. Arching my back out, I gave her several deep hard thrusts, letting her feel the last one by holding it a second longer. "Is that good?"

Sherry just moaned, a heavy protracted release of breath and energy. I could feel her legs start to quiver on the inside.

"I said, is that good?" I gave her more deep fucking, even slightly harder this time. "You better let me know or I'm gonna have to take it away."

"Oh Gooood, yeees! Please don't stop, I'm gonna cum again."

"You want to cum? You want me to really fuck you?"

"Ooooh yeah. Yeah!"

"Okay. Here you go". I eased back and put both hands on either side of her hips. Arching her ass up in to the air, I cut loose; closing my eyes and thrusting in and out. I let all care and thought disappear and just closed my eyes to focus on sensation. Pumping, and grinding, wriggling, and slapping that sweet delectable ass I fucked without restraint, thought, or filter. I wasn't even listening for Sherry any more, just going with what felt good and felt right and dimly hoped it would get her off as well. This was the plowing I'd been waiting to give her for hours.

So lost in the motion and commotion of our fucking, it took me several seconds to realize that Sherry was coming, and coming at top volume. I gave her a few more thrusts and then buried myself inside her and let my own come flow. Squeezing my eyes shut, hips pressed against her ass, I emptied the last of what was left in my balls as deep in to her as it would go. Sherry continued to come loud, until finally some kind of consciousness returned to her and she buried her face in the pillow, letting the last wails muffle against the down.

I collapsed beside her, watching the last spasms course up and down her body. When she could move she turned her head over to me and opened exhausted eyes and smiled. Her normally straight hair was frizzed out by the sweat of our sex, and her whole face showed to flush of a very satisfied, tired young woman.

"You okay?" I grinned at her.

"Oh yeah. Oh, I think so"

"Gonna make it?" I grinned even wider.

"Huuuuh . . . we'll see." Sherry closed her eyes and kept smiling.

From upstairs, we heard the bedroom door thump, and mom's feet come racing down the stairs. Sherry sat up, and looked at me in wide-eyed panic. As quick as I good, I pulled up the sheets and covered us both, Sherry completely under the covers and me with my head and body out. I looked around wildly for my pillow which had gotten tossed off the bed somehow, and pulled it behind me and leaned back to try to feign sleep.

I heard Mom knock on Sherry's door and call to her. When there was no answer, Mom apparently opened the door because next thing I heard was a yell and Mom moving over to my room.

The knock came. "Danny, Danny are you in there?!" Mom sounded borderline frantic.

"Mom? Mom, what's wrong?" I called, trying my best to sound sleepy.

"Sherry's not in her room! I heard her yell and she's not there!" She started to open the door.

"Hold on Mom, I'm naked." I called, trying very hard not to sound panicky. "It was hot, and I'm naked." That sounded fake, dammit! "Let me get dressed and I'll go look for her." I got up and reached for some jeans and a shirt. I also took Sherry's nightdress, and threw it under the sheets to her. I had the start of a plan forming.

"Hey Mom, she probably was sleepwalking again. If she's not inside she's probably outside close to the house." I cracked open the door and thankfully Mom was barefoot in a nightdress. "Why don't you get some shoes on and I'll grab a flashlight and we'll go look?"

Mom looked rattled, but she headed up. I turned around and turned on the light, to see Sherry already putting on the nightie she had come to me in. Even squinting her eyes at the light, she looked unbelievably hot, and the nightie was almost a babydoll . . . that was going to be interesting to explain to Mom, providing I could get Sherry outside in time.

"What are you thinking?" Sherry hissed, obviously not pleased at having to feign sleepwalking in front of our Mom in this outfit.

"I don't know. Better hurry!" I hissed back, getting shoes on as fast as I could. "You want Mom to find you, or me?" I looked meaningfully at the outfit.

Sherry growled in frustration. "Mom, I guess." She decided as we headed out to the front door. "You go left, I'll go right." She shivered and started moving. "I'll be 'asleep' on the swings if she's taking too long". With that, Sherry moved off barefoot in to the night.

A minute or so later, my mom came down wearing shoes and carrying both a light and a summer weight jacket.

"Hey Mom, I'll check by the boathouse okay?" That was to the left of the house and down an incline so it would make sense for me to go. "You check by the picnic area?" The swings were there, hopefully Sherry wouldn't be out in the cold long. There was a light mist coming off the lake and I was shivering in a t-shirt.

"Okay, sweetie. Hurry but be careful." With that, she was already moving to where Sherry should be "asleep" waiting. Sure enough, I had made it about 30 feet before I heard my Mom call out, "I found her!"

Walking back I met them at the house, my mom had wrapped Sherry in the jacket which covered her top but left her gorgeous legs completely bare. I tried not to notice.

"Baby, I heard you yell, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah Mom, just a dream I guess. I'm fine. I'm cold though."

"Oh I just bet you are!" We moved in to the house and towards the kitchen. "What are you wearing? Where did you get that?" Mom wrapped her closer and fussed over Sherry. Looking over at her I saw Sherry wriggling a bit and trying not to. Confused I looked down at her legs and saw a stream of my cum running down her thigh. Sherry caught my eye and I could see the worry that we'd be caught out at the last minute anyway!

"It's just a nightdress, Mom. It's not like anyone here is supposed to see me in it." Sherry let out a defensive whine, hoping to get rid of Mom with it.

"Well your brother sees you in it! Danny, don't look at your sister." I turned around and Mom took the blanket off the couch.

"Mom, Danny's not some kind of pervert! He wouldn't look at me like that!" She complained as our mother wrapped her in the blanket. I turned around trying desperately not to lose it. "After all, I'm his sister."

"She's right Mom. Besides, she has the figure of a 10 year old boy." I couldn't wink at Sherry since Mom was looking right at me. Sherry had another trick for me, though. Apparently, she had used Mom's distraction to wipe the cum on her leg on to her palm. Now, with my mom looking at me as I talked, Sherry moved her hand to her mouth and licked my cum off her hand.

"And I'm not in to boys." I tried to choke out.

A few minutes later, Mom agreed to go to bed while I made tea for Sherry to warm her up. After she went upstairs, Sherry moved behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Figure of a 10 year old boy, huh?" She teased, running a finger down against my crotch.

"Oh my god, that was close." I breathed, looking upstairs to make sure Mom's door was closed.

"You know what the worst part is?" Sherry whispered, pressing her face against my back.

"Wha?" I grunted.

Sherry took in and let out a long breath, pulling closer to me and moving her whole hand over my cock.

"I'm still coming."