14 comments/ 68481 views/ 40 favorites Darren's Apartment Ch. 01 By: johnbaldwin1 Chapter 01: Remembering Jenna This series ties together characters from my Traveler series and my Ben Around series, but it can be enjoyed without having read the other series. I hope you enjoy it. - - - "So, I'm moving back to Boston," said Jenna. Darren was nearly dumbstruck. Never in a million years did he think Jenna would be moving back. She had been living in Baltimore for six years, and during that time, she had only contacted him once or twice a year. Darren's sister had always been a bit flaky that way. The last time she was in Boston was just after he had moved there. Jenna crashed at his apartment for a couple of months after having city-hopped twice post-college. After a short stay and two failed jobs, she packed up and went to Baltimore. Given Jenna's history, it wasn't surprising that she was hopping towns again. It was, however, surprising that it took six years for it to happen. It was even more surprising that she called her brother to tell him. She was never good at keeping in contact, and when she left for Baltimore, there was still a little bit of weirdness between them. There was no use thinking about that now. "Why are you moving back to Boston?" he asked. "I got a job as a Senior Architect for Lockwood," she answered. It was a surprisingly good reason. "Good for you, Jenna," he said. "When do you start?" "A week," she replied. "Can I crash with you for a while?" A week: that was the Jenna that Darren remembered. It was a wonder that Jenna, who never seemed to plan properly, had succeeded at all in a career that demanded she come up with plans. "Sure, you can stay here a while," he answered. "I don't live in the same apartment anymore." "I know you moved, silly," she said. "Oh yeah? What's my address?" "I don't remember." They both laughed. It was a good feeling. It broke the ice. Must be things weren't weird between them anymore. They exchanged niceties, plans and Darren's real address, and the phone call was over. There were three of them growing up in Omaha, Nebraska. Darren's eldest sister, Monica, was the organized one. She knew what she wanted and went after it. She pursued finance, married her college boyfriend, Jeff, and they moved to San Diego. Darren had been out to visit a couple of times, since she had moved there, and it was always a good time. Monica was always a good one for setting Darren up with attractive women when he needed to get laid. The last time, it had been a rambunctious blonde from Seattle, named Shannon, who was one of Jeff's business acquaintances. Jenna never got along with Monica. As the middle child, she was always a bit more of a free spirit, and that got on Monica's nerves. Jenna had three majors before settling on architecture, so, in actuality, she graduated from college the same year as Darren, even though she was two years older than he. She got a couple of false starts in her career, bouncing from Omaha to Dallas to Pittsburgh before attempting to find something in Boston. She was only in Boston for two months and was fired twice during that time. Darren benefitted greatly from witnessing the successes and failures of his sisters. From early on, he was more level headed than Jenna, but more flexible than Monica. He got along with both just fine. Both of his sisters were attractive, which meant they had attractive friends, which meant that Darren's house was a revolving cast of attractive females to observe. It helped him understand what women want. Or so he had thought. While understanding what women want, Darren didn't have a natural sense of swagger. He didn't have the confidence of a star athlete or a savvy businessman. He was drawn to technology. He studied programming and became a programmer. By twenty-three, he was already on his way toward a profitable career, and that certainly helped with women, as did moving to Boston, which provided a much higher pay scale. By the time he was twenty-nine, he had moved into a much nicer apartment, a high-rise of about eighty apartments, and he was on the 19th floor. The apartment was quiet. It was getting to the end of the day. He surfed some porn for a while but found his mind wandering. It had been a while since he had thought about Jenna. His memory took over, even as he continued to stroke his erect cock. It was six years ago. He was in the living room of his old apartment, a laptop in front of him with a video of a guy going balls-deep into a busty waitress, or flight attendant, or whatever. He didn't remember the details. He had forgotten that Jenna was in the apartment. Caught up in the moment, he had unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and had begun to stroke himself. "Where do I do my laundry?" Jenna was saying as she entered the room. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "Are you jerking off?" Darren closed the lid of his laptop. In his panic, he neglected to cover his exposed cock. He was at a loss for words. Jenna was wearing some form-fitting low-rise jeans and a black t-shirt with no bra. She was barefoot and her auburn hair was a bit messy, as opposed to the way it usually was well groomed. She looked comfortable. She looked sexy. "You fucking pervert," she said, stifling a giggle. "Jenna," he said. "I'm sorry. I forgot you were here." She bit her lower lip. Darren was surprised that she still hadn't run from the room in horror. "Just jerking off to some porn, then?" she stated the obvious. Darren nodded. "Is it good?" she asked. He couldn't believe she was asking about what she caught him doing. She was certainly not willing to just let him get away with it. He lifted the lid of the laptop to show her the video. "No, no," she said. "I don't need to see it." Phew. Darren took this to mean she was giving up on making him uncomfortable. "Describe it to me," she said. Shit. She wasn't going to let this go. Every moment she remained in the room was another moment of awkward discomfort for Darren. If only his erection would subside, he could zip up and walk out, but it didn't go away. He was inexplicably aroused. "Describe the video?" he asked. "Yeah," Jenna said. "Who's in it?" "A man and a woman," he answered simply, as if that was going to make her stop asking. "Yeah?" she said. "What are they doing?" Darren couldn't help but laugh a little. "They're fucking," he said. "What do you think they're doing, making tea?" "How are they fucking?" she asked. "On the table? Against a wall? In the shower? Is it missionary?" "He's fucking her from behind." "Ooh," Jenna said. "You dirty man. Do you like that? I do." "Yeah," said Darren. "I like that." "What does he look like?" she pressed. "Does he have a big cock?" "Yeah," Darren answered. He had given up trying to get away from her questions. "It's pretty big." "Is he as big as you?" "I think so." "Yours is pretty big," she commented. "Thanks, I guess." She leaned against the TV cabinet, her arms folded across her chest, looking intently at his cock. "Do you like watching a big, hard cock slide in and out of her?" "Yes." "Makes you want to stroke yours, doesn't it?" "Yeah, usually." "But not right now?" "No." "Why?" "Jenna. Are you kidding?" "Don't you just want to reach down and touch yourself? Don't you want to imagine you're that guy? Don't you want to feel like you're sinking your hard dick into her pussy?" Darren didn't know what to say or do. "What about the woman?" Jenna asked. "What does she look like? Is she blonde? Brunette? Redhead?" "Sort of brunette, I guess," he answered. "Sort of?" "Brunette with some red." "So, auburn, like mine? I'm flattered." Shit, Darren thought. Now she thinks I'm fantasizing about her. Am I? "It's okay," she said. "I guess it would be alright if you touched yourself. It's perfectly harmless." "I don't want you to see me do that?" "Why not?" she said. "You have it out. It's hard." "You're my sister. It's weird." "So?" she laughed. "Stop fucking with me, Jenna. This is weird." "Sure it's weird," she said, "but you keep looking at my chest, don't you, you big perv?" "You caught me in a compromised position here," said Darren. "This isn't my fault. I didn't ask you to stand there while I'm hard." "You don't have to stare at my tits either." "I'm not st—" "What about her tits? Are they my size?" she asked. Her hand ran under her black T-shirt, lifting it, exposing her belly button. Somehow Darren's dick stiffened even more. "I'm not sure if they're the—" Jenna's hand moved upward, pushing the shirt up as she cupped her left breast. Her fingers slid over the underside of her breast, lifting it, then over her nipple, which peeked between her knuckles. She continued over the top, lifting the shirt as she went and exposing her full breast. Darren couldn't help himself. She looked so good. He was so turned on. His hand began to move to his cock. Jenna giggled. "You are such a perverted fuck," she said. "Go ahead. I don't mind." Darren wrapped his hand around his stiff cock and started to slowly stroke it. "Mmm," she said. "How does that feel?" "It feels good," he replied. Jenna fondled her breasts through her shirt with one hand, as the other slid down her abdomen and under the waist of her jeans. "Do you like jerking off for your sister, you dirty fuck?" His eyes scanned her body. "Yes." "Does it make you hard when I play with my pussy?" "Yeah. You look—" "I look what? Do I look hot?" "You look fucking sexy." His pace quickened. "I can tell," she said. "Jerk your hard dick for me, brother." "I'm so turned on." "More than the porn you were watching?" "Yes. You look so good." "Are you gonna cum for me?" she asked. Did she really just ask that? He had avoided thinking of her this way for so long. He knew she was hot, but she was his sister. They weren't supposed to be doing this. "I feel like I'm gonna cum," he said. "Mmm. Fuck. Yeah. Stroke your big hard dick for me. I want to see you cum." She certainly knew how to talk him into things. His face went red. His balls tightened and he began to shoot white streams from his cock. "Fuck. That felt so good," Darren said aloud. He opened his eyes. There was no Jenna. There was no TV cabinet. This was a different apartment and six years had passed. He wasn't twenty-three. He was twenty-nine. And in only a week, Jenna was going to come. Darren's Apartment Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Broken Shower The fact that his sister, Jenna, had moved back to Boston gave Darren a constant feeling of anxiety. Although she was two years older than he, Jenna wasn't what you would call reliable. She claimed to have secured a job as a Senior Architect for Lockwood, and that she only needed to crash at Darren's apartment until she could get a place of her own. Presuming she didn't get fired or decide to hop to another city again, Darren stood a chance of having his apartment to himself again within a matter of a couple of weeks. He had worked hard to be able to afford such a nice place to live, and while he didn't necessarily expect his sister to set the place on fire, he was more than a bit concerned that her belongings would spread like a virus through the place. It was week four and, admittedly, she had been a lot better about things than he had expected she would be. She seemed to pitch in with dishwashing and vacuuming, and picked up after herself — well, at least as well as Darren ever did. That night, they had both done their best to straighten up. Sandy, from apartment 192 was coming over to look at the shower. She wasn't the landlord, but she was kind of like the landlord's helper for the apartments on the 19th floor. She would assess any problems and put in any orders for maintenance. Sandy had always been friendly to Darren, and he suspected she was kind of into him. It worked out well for Darren. It hadn't ever taken more than a day to have anything fixed. She would be up any minute, so Darren made sure to throw on a cleaner shirt. He made his way back to the living room to find Jenna wearing just a pair of panties and a black t-shirt. "Jenna," he said. "Come on. Sandy's going to be here any minute." "I'm just waiting to get my pants out of the drier," she replied. "Don't get all uptight. I'm sure your neighbor has seen a woman in her panties before." She tugged at her t-shirt. "You remember this?" Darren would probably never forget her t-shirt. Jenna had worn it the last time she was in Boston, six years ago. His anxiety came rushing back at him. The t-shirt was the centerpiece of an awkward moment in their history. Six years ago, in his old apartment, Jenna had walked in on Darren as he was jerking off to porn. As if that hadn't been weird enough, she stayed, encouraging him to continue masturbating while she teased him. It wasn't their finest moment. Darren was more than a little ashamed of himself for it. Why on earth would she bring that up again? "Yeah, great," he said, dismissively. "Can you maybe go to your bedroom or something?" The doorbell rang. "Shit. Just go to your bedroom," he said as he approached the door. He opened the door. It was Sandy. "Hi Darren," she said. "How long has the shower been acting up?" Sandy had dark hair, a pleasant smile, and was overweight. She didn't seem very confident, but she made it a point to talk to Darren whenever she could. They often shared the elevator in the mornings before work, and had even had lunch together a few times on the weekends. "It just started this morning," he answered her. "The knob for the hot water twisted off. I could probably fix it myself," he said as he motioned for her to come inside. "Not if you want to keep your security deposit," she laughed. "Hey. I can fix stuff," he smiled. "Sure you can," said Sandy, "but why don't we play by the landlord's rules and you can use part of your security deposit to buy me lunch this w--" She cut off her sentence and Darren felt his stomach drop. He turned around. Sure enough, not only was Jenna still in the room, but she was still pantless. Jenna rushed to Darren's side, grabbing onto his arm and pressing herself against him. "Aren't you gonna introduce me?" she asked. Darren didn't know whether he was angry, amused or just plain confused. "Um... Sandy, Jenna. Jenna, Sandy," he said. Sandy reluctantly extended her hand. Jenna leaned across Darren to shake it. Her breasts pressed against him. Sandy's eyes met Darren's. "So, the shower then?" she said nervously. Jenna had purposefully made Sandy uncomfortable. What in the world was she thinking? Darren walked with Sandy to the bathroom, being sure to shoot Jenna a dirty look over his shoulder while his neighbor wasn't looking. Sandy didn't waste any time with small talk as she inspected the shower. "Yeah, it's busted. I'll get the maintenance crew up here in a couple days." "Couple days?" Darren protested. "That's a--" "Best I can do," she cut him off. "There's a backlog of repairs right now." She walked out of the bathroom and showed herself to the door. "Okay," said Darren as he followed her. "Thanks for coming by so quickly," he added. "What are neighbors for?" said Sandy, coldly. "Jenna. Nice to meet you," she half waved, walked out and closed the door. Jenna leaned against the kitchen island that connected to the living room. "Nice girl," she said. "What the fuck was that all about?" Darren raised his voice. "What?" "I told you to stay in your room." "Sorry," she said. "I just wanted to meet your friend." "Well, you obviously made her uncomfortable," said Darren, "and now we don't have a shower for another couple of days." "I wouldn't worry about that," Jenna smiled. "I think she's into you, brother. Besides, if it does take a couple days, there's a shower at work I can use," she said, selfishly. "What the fuck do I care?" said Darren. "Sandy left here upset, and it's your fault." Jenna got a strange look on her face. "Oh," she said. "I didn't realize you were into her too." "She's a friend." "Is she?" "Jenna, just stop, okay? Can you at least admit that what you did was inappropriate?" "Actually, I probably just did you a huge favor," Jenna winked. "Oh, this'll be good. Go ahead, Jenna. Explain how you just did me a huge favor." "She has no idea that I'm your sister. She probably just thinks I'm some girl you're banging." "Still not getting how that's a favor." "Darren, you really don't know anything about women, do you? Women want a man that other women want. Jealousy gets the juices flowing, you know?" "You're kidding," said Darren. "First, she's a friend. Second, you're full of shit." "Then prove me wrong." "Oh yeah? How?" "Knock on her door. Ask if you can use her shower. If she says no, she was offended. If she says yes, she's turned on. You'll be fucking before you're done showering." "No fucking way... Really?" "Thinking about it, aren't you?" said Jenna. "I didn't know you liked your women a little hefty." Darren shook his head, but he couldn't help but smile a little. "I suppose I could get a guest pass and shower at the gym." "You won't get laid doing that," said Jenna. "I don't need to get laid. I need my shower fixed." "You need your pipes cleaned, Darren. Most nights the light is on in your room until late. I can only presume you're hitting the porn really hard. Also, I've been here for almost a month and you haven't brought one woman back here." "Probably because I'm afraid they'll find my sister nuzzling up to me in her undies." "Oh please," she said. "Knock on her door. She's cute and, thanks to me, she's hot for you right now." She gave him her best "I triple dog dare you" look that Darren remembered from childhood. He thought for a second, smiled, opened the door and walked out. He wasn't sure if he was more excited to prove his sister wrong or prove her right, but it still took him a few minutes to actually knock on Sandy's door. He had no idea what he would say to her, and no ideas came. He would have to wing it. He knocked and waited. Finally, Sandy unlocked the door and opened it. She didn't say anything. "Hi Sandy. Um... Listen. I'm sorry about all that. I... Well, I wonder if you can do me a favor," he said. "I can't do anything about the maintenance schedule, Darren," she replied. "And that's fine. That's not a big deal. I'm just... I wonder if maybe I can grab a shower at your place." Sandy looked stunned. "I... I guess so. Sure," she said, standing out of the way of the door to let Darren in. "Can't you get a shower at your girlfriend's place?" "Listen, Sandy," he replied. "I know how that looked, but Jenna isn't my girlfriend." "Oh yeah?" Sandy asked incredulously. "Is she just the woman you're sleeping with?" "No. Of course not," said Darren. "Jenna is--" "Jenna is none of my business," said Sandy. "Making sure your shower is fixed is my business. Don't worry. I'll do everything I can. I don't expect anything out of you in return." "Am I missing something?" he asked. "Darren, you really don't know anything about women, do you?" she replied. It was the second time he'd heard it in only a matter of minutes. Perhaps he really didn't know anything about women, but he knew a jealous woman when he heard one. "What am I supposed to know?" "Forget it." "No. I'm not going to forget it. Are you jealous?" Sandy looked uncomfortable again. "I'm not--. I don't--," she stumbled over her words. "It's okay, Sandy," said Darren. "Believe it or not, I'm not completely clueless about women. I know you aren't having lunch with me on the weekends because you're just trying to be a good neighbor." She seemed to relax a bit. "No. I guess not," she said. "So, you're jealous then?" Darren asked again. Sandy looked him in the eye, smiled and held her index finger and thumb close together in front of her face. "Maybe just a little," she said. "Well," said Darren. "I want you to know, I'm glad you're jealous. I'm sorry about Jenna. Sometimes she can be so--" He shook his head. "Listen. I'll find somewhere else to shower. I don't want to make you more uncomfortable today." Sandy grabbed his arm. There was a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Get in the shower, Darren, before I kick you out." She pointed over her shoulder at the bathroom door. He laughed. "Thanks," he said. He walked to the bathroom, closed the door, got the shower running, and stripped down. A pair of Sandy's panties hung on an empty towel rack next to the sink. They were purple, satin, and big. Darren picked them up and held them out to look at them. There were a lot of things he liked about Sandy but, while she was self conscious about being overweight, Darren was fine with it; more than fine. She was pleasant, had nice hair, lovely eyes and a cute face, but it was her body that intrigued him most. She had very big, heavy breasts, a tummy, wide hips and a big, round ass. His dick started to get hard. If he didn't put her panties back where he had found them, he would end up jerking off into them. He set them on the towel rack and climbed into the shower. He cleaned his face, arms, legs and torso, but couldn't stop himself from touching his cock. This was Sandy's shower, and the fact that she was just outside was arousing enough. Also, Jenna would be able to hear the water running through the pipes in the walls, and that made him even more excited. He wondered if she had put her pants on yet. There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Darren?" Sandy called. "Yeah," he called back. "I realized I didn't put any towels in there," she said, open-endedly. Darren's mind wrestled with the situation for a few moments as his hand glided over his wet cock. "That's fine," he said. "Would you mind bringing one in?" Was that a bit too aggressive? The shower glass was frosted, but she would be able to see the contour of his body if she chose to come in. Darren had to presume she would realize that and would only come in if she were okay with the situation. The door opened. Sandy stepped into the bathroom, a towel in her hand. "Um, Darren," she said. "Where do you want me to put this?" It was a delicate situation. He didn't want to scare her away, but he also couldn't ignore the possibility that she might want what he wanted at that moment. He went for it. "You can give it to me," he said as he slid the shower door open. He was exposed, naked and erect in front of Sandy. Her eyes were wide. She looked over his body, down to his hard dick, and back up to his eyes. "You're just going to stand there, naked?" she asked. "You don't have to just stand there and look," Darren said. "No. I guess I don't," said Sandy. She stepped forward, fully clothed, into the shower and handed him the towel. The water soaked her shirt, which clung to her plump contours. Her chin lifted so that her face was near his. His lips were so close that he could feel the breath from hers. He dropped the waterlogged towel, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. His fingers slid under her shirt to feel her skin. Her hands slid around on his back and over his ass. They explored, grabbed and groped as their tongues mingled in their kiss. Sandy's back met the tiles of the shower wall and Darren pressed against her. Her hand reached down, grabbing hold of his firm dick. She stroked his cock as their lips parted. "Now look what you've done," she joked. "You've gotten me all wet." "I certainly hope so," he smiled. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" she said in a raspy whisper. Darren reached for the button of her pants. He crouched down as he worked the wet clothing down her legs and off of her ankles. It took so long that Sandy had already managed to unbutton her shirt by the time he was successful. Her shirt hung open, still clinging to her shoulders and arms. Her bra and panties were translucent from the water, and the wet, exposed flesh of her thighs and chubby belly glistened. She unhooked her bra in the front and her massive tits fell free. Darren knelt. His hands slid under the back of her shirt and caressed her body as his lips met her right nipple. He licked it and sucked it between his lips. She ran her fingers through his wet hair as he switched to give her left nipple its due attention. He continued to pleasure her nipples as her head fell back against the tile. She moaned her appreciation. "Fuck yes, Darren." His hands found the top of her panties and he worked them down over the swell of her ass. He pulled down until they were free of her hips and thighs as he kissed down her belly. She kicked the sopping wet panties off of her ankle and raised her left knee to drape it over Darren's shoulder. He pressed his index and middle finger to her clit and rubbed it. Sandy moaned. She could feel the heat of his breath on her pussy, then, finally, his lips. Darren licked and kissed her pussy, slick with a mixture of shower water and her own juices. He tongued at her, savoring her taste while his hands cupped her plentiful ass cheeks and his fingers met in her crack. Sandy was getting weak from her pleasure. Her leg trembled even as she placed her hands on his shoulders for support. She climaxed, nearly falling over on Darren. "That was so intense", she said, placing her other foot back on the floor and allowing him to stand. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body to his, and kissed him deeply and passionately. His cock, now harder than ever, pressed into her soft body. She knelt, eagerly stroking him in front of her face. She caressed and petted it like a beloved prize. Then she kissed the end of his dick and slid it between her lips. "Oh Sandy," said Darren. "Yes. Suck my cock. It feels so good." In long, hungry strokes, she slid her lips down and back up his shaft as he moaned. The slippery sounds of her blowjob echoed in the shower as his fingers traveled through her dark, wet hair. He was so turned on. He backed away to let his engorged dick slip from between her lips. "Lay down," he commanded. Sandy smiled and got on her back on the tile floor of the shower. Her legs parted and Darren got to his knees to guide his cock into her pussy. He pushed into her and she cried out "Oh, fuck yes!" He pushed in and out, fucking her wet pussy as his torso fell onto hers. He kissed her, feeling the pressure of her body against his. Her arms draped his neck as the shower echoed the sounds of their sex. As he fucked, her passionate kiss went from tender to ferocious, mirroring her state of arousal, until she climaxed again. "Oh, baby!" she cried. "Fuck me from behind, Darren. I want you to cum." He got back to his knees and she turned over onto all fours. He slid back into her. His hands roamed over her big fat ass that jiggled with each thrust. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me, Darren," she called out. "Give me your big, hard cock." He was nearing climax. He plunged deep into her pussy while he watched her body move in waves. His balls began to tighten. "Oh yeah," he said. "I'm gonna cum." "Fuck. Yes. Cum, baby," she shouted. "Give it to me. I want it so bad." "Sandy, you're so fucking sexy," he said. He moaned and "Uuunnnnnhhhhh," he shot his load in her pussy. As he moved back into a sitting position, she moved with him, sitting up on his lap so that her back was against him. He kissed her shoulders and fondled her tits as he continued to rock in and out of her pussy. Her body felt so good that he had a difficult time tearing himself away to dry off. Even after Darren had gotten dressed and Sandy had gotten into some dry clothes, they made out nearly all the way back to the door. "I thought of something we can do after lunch this weekend," said Darren. "Mmm. So did I," she agreed, "if we even make it to lunch." Darren smiled. "See you soon, then?" "Only if you can sneak away from your girlfriend," said Sandy. "Something tells me she'd be a little jealous if she found out we just fucked." Darren laughed. "I don't think you have to worry about that. Jenna is the one who wanted me to do this." Sandy looked confused. "Oh, so you have one of those relationships?" "Not exactly," said Darren. "She's my sister." "Uh, no she isn't. She was, like, all over you." "That was her way of making you jealous so you'd want me more... or something." "Oh," said Sandy. "Oh," she repeated. "I guess it kind of worked then, huh?" She kissed him again. "I'm still going to keep my eye on that one," she said. He laughed it off, gave Sandy a farewell kiss and showed himself out. Jenna was on the couch when Darren walked back into his own apartment. She still hadn't put on any pants. "So?" she asked eagerly. Darren nodded. "Alright," she congratulated, running up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing against him. She parted from him and headed toward the kitchen, shaking her ass back and forth as she walked. "I'm not going to ask," she said. "You're not going to ask how it was?" Darren asked. "I don't need to," said Jenna. She smiled and winked over her shoulder. "You're still hard." Darren's Apartment Ch. 03 Chapter 03: A Forbidden Act This chapter makes reference not only to the previous two chapters, but to another story of mine called Ben Around Ch. 05. You don't need to read any of the other chapters to enjoy this one, but you might just want to. - - - "Found it! I found an apartment," Jenna bragged as she walked through Darren's door and into the living room. She had moved to Boston a little over four weeks ago and crashed in her brother Darren's guest room until she could find a place of her own. Darren found her news surprising, since, during her entire stay, he saw no evidence of an apartment search. Maybe his flaky older sister was changing her ways. "What's it like?" Darren inquired about her new place. "It's perfect," she replied. "It has everything I need. It's in a good location. It's only six blocks from work. I love it." "That's great, Jenna," said Darren, standing up from the couch. "When can we start moving your shit out of here?" "Har-dee-har," she replied. "Actually, you'll be happy to know that I can start moving in tomorrow. I just signed the lease today." "Tomorrow?" said Darren. "That might work. It'll be Saturday, so less traffic. Where's the apartment?" "183," Jenna answered. "Great. 183 what street?" "No," she said, "like 183, you know?" she pointed at the floor. Darren's shoulders slouched and his head fell backward. "You moved in downstairs?" "What!" "Why would you want to move in right downstairs?" "I really liked your apartment and it's near work, so I got one just like it." Darren was ready to call his sister a flake, but he couldn't find any flaw in her logic, per se. He just knew that having her live right downstairs meant surprise visits, and he didn't have the energy for that kind of headache. "Well," he said, "welcome to the building, I guess." "We should celebrate," Jenna suggested. "Are you going to be here later?" "Let me see," said Darren. "It's a Friday night, so I may have to check my schedule." "Very funny, smart ass. Don't you want to go see your new girlfriend, Sandy?" "She's not technically my girlfriend. Also, she's out of town." "I thought you were having lunch with her tomorrow." "Sandy co-owns a bakery. She got a surprise order yesterday and has to deliver a cake to somewhere in Springfield by tomorrow morning." "Tough luck. So, bottom line, you're in?" she asked. "I'm in," he replied. "Great," Jenna said. "I'll run out for some supplies." "Sounds good. See you later." Supplies? Supplies for what? Darren had presumed they would be celebrating at a bar or something. Oh well. Trying to battle his sister's impulsiveness was tiring. It was better to just go with it. Then again, going with it hadn't always been the best of ideas. The last time Jenna crashed at his apartment, roughly six years ago, she had walked in on Darren as he was jerking off to porn. As unpredictable as ever, Jenna convinced him to keep masturbating while she provoked him. Over the years, Darren had beaten himself up about letting it happen. He wasn't proud of what he had done, even if, on occasion, he couldn't get the memory out of his head. An hour or two passed before Jenna returned with her supplies, a bag full of groceries. She placed them on the kitchen island and headed back toward the bedrooms. Darren, who had been finishing up a little bit of work on his laptop, got up and went to the kitchen to see what she bought. It was just some spaghetti and sauce, nothing special, but also a couple of bottles of something clear. Jenna's hand smacked his. "Don't touch that," she said as she walked by. She had changed into some short cut-off jeans and one of Darren's button-down shirts. "Who said you could wear one of my shirts?" Darren asked. "I knew I was gonna be cooking and didn't want to get any of my clothes dirty," Jenna answered. "Oh, great," said Darren. "Don't get all grumpy," said Jenna. "I'm cooking you dinner." Clearly Jenna didn't think a bra was necessary for cooking either. Her nipples could easily be seen through his shirt and she had left the top three buttons undone. Darren couldn't bring himself to complain. Jenna pulled one of the bottles, a lime and another small bottle out of the bag. She grabbed two glasses, put in some ice and mixed the rest, sliding a glass to Darren. "What's this?" "Gin and tonic, with extra lime, the way Ben used to like it." "Ben," said Darren. "That was your boyfriend out in Baltimore, wasn't it?" "Yyyep," said Jenna as she mixed her own drink. "For five years." "I had no idea you were together that long. What happened?" "I decided to move to Boston." "Just like that? You threw away a five year relationship just like that?" "It wasn't just like that. Ben and I didn't work." "Took you five years to figure that out?" Jenna took a sip and then shook her head. "No, it didn't." She lifted her glass and clinked it to Darren's. "To a new start," she said. Ben drank. It was really good with extra lime. He looked over the top of his glass. Jenna was still leaning over the kitchen island. The front of the button-down shirt hung down and he could see Jenna's breasts. Not bad at all, he thought. It didn't take long for them to make dinner. They sat and ate, talking about Jenna's new apartment. Since it had the exact floor plan as Darren's, she could point to different parts of the apartment and decide what she wanted to do with them. Then they moved to the couch, sipping gin and tonics and talking for nearly an hour about work, Baltimore, Boston and things from childhood. "You forgot to tell me about how things went at Sandy's on Tuesday night," said Jenna. "No I didn't," Darren corrected. "You told me you fucked her, but, come on," she said. "I need details." "What do you want to know?" "Have you ever fucked a girl that's overweight, like her?" "I've never been with a woman who's as big as Sandy." "Did you like it?" Darren smiled and nodded his head. "Fuck yes." "What was the best part?" "She wiggled and bounced a lot. I liked that," he said. "You know," said Jenna, "when I heard the water running in the walls, I knew you were gonna get lucky. Did you end up fucking her in the shower?" "Yeah. We did everything in the shower." "I love shower sex," said Jenna. "That was the last place Ben and I fucked. That man sure knew how to fuck me." "That was just before you told him you were coming to Boston? That had to be a surprise after five years." "Like I said, Ben and I didn't work," said Jenna. "I knew that since before Heidi." "Who's Heidi?" asked Darren. "Was Ben cheating on you?" "No, I was cheating on him," she answered. "With who?" "With Heidi." Darren's dick jumped a bit in his pants. "You and Heidi? Jenna, I had no idea you liked..." "Eating pussy? Quite a bit, apparently," said Jenna. "I told Ben, and we had a couple of threesomes, but eventually... I don't know. It all just needed to end." "How did they take it?" he asked. "Not well," she replied. "The last time I saw them, I caught Ben going balls-deep into Heidi's ass." Darren tapped his glass. I think I'm gonna need another one of these. Jenna fixed him another gin and tonic. She leaned forward to do it and gave Darren another great view of her tits. He had to stop looking at Jenna this way. She was his sister. It wasn't right. Nevertheless, his cock had been steadily stiffening and it was getting more difficult to hide it. "It's been a while since I had a gin and tonic," said Darren. "I forgot how much I liked these." Jenna sat back on the couch, her legs curled up under her, her right arm draping the top of the couch, her left arm resting atop the arm of the couch, a glass in her hand. "You wouldn't believe how much better they taste when you follow it up with a sour nipple." "You HAVE to tell me what that is," said Darren. "Heidi and I used to do it," said Jenna. "You take a drink of your gin and tonic. Then you squeeze a lime on a nipple and suck it off." "That sounds incredible." "It is. You should totally try it." "I would, but I can't quite reach my nipple," said Darren. Jenna laughed. "Shit. It's probably the alcohol talking," she said, "but do you want to try one?" "Try a sour nipple?" Darren looked shocked. "Jenna, are you serious?" "You're right," she said. "Stupid idea. If you don't want to, that's okay." "No. I mean... I want to, but... you know." "Don't worry," Jenna reassured. "I won't tell anyone." "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Darren asked. "Darren, I once watched you jerk off. I think I'll be okay with something like this," she replied. "That's true," said Darren. Jenna unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way and let it fall open. She took a quarter of a lime and spritzed it onto her right nipple. "What do you think? Do you want to give this a try?" Darren took a sip of his drink, and then he leaned forward toward Jenna, planting his lips over her nipple and sucking the lime juice from it. He couldn't believe he had gone that far. He couldn't believe how delicious, sensual and exciting it was. He couldn't believe how hard he was getting. "Tasty," he said. "You like that?" she asked, lazily buttoning only one or two buttons on her shirt. "Oh yeah," said Darren. "I like that a lot... Well, more than I should anyway." "Don't worry," said Jenna. "I enjoyed that too. Shh. Don't tell anyone." She giggled and took a drink. Darren smiled. "It's a good thing there's no such thing as a sour puss," he said. Jenna nearly spit her drink before bursting out laughing. "What's so funny?" asked Darren. "There IS such a thing," she said through her laughter. "I used to do that with Heidi too." "Fuck," said Darren. "This is such a bad idea talking about this stuff." "Why's that?" "Because it's getting me horny." "You're right," said Jenna. "More drinking, less sex-talk." They sat in uncomfortable silence for a while as they sipped their drinks. "So..." Darren began. "Nah. It's a bad idea." "What's a bad idea?" asked Jenna. "Just... do you want to try it?" Darren regretted asking as soon as it escaped his lips. Jenna gasped, but had an amused look on her face. "With me? Darren, I'm your sister. That would be... kinda..." "Hot?" said Darren. Jenna smiled. "Yeah... Fuck, are we really going to do this?" "Don't worry," Darren reassured. "I won't tell anyone." Jenna set down her glass, slid down onto the couch and took off her cut-off shorts. She slid her panties down and off her ankles. "I can't fucking believe I'm letting you do this," she laughed. She took another quarter of a lime and spritzed it onto her pussy as she parted her knees. Darren stared at her beautiful pussy that now dripped with lime juice. He looked up at her eyes, which sparked with lust. He took a drink and leaned in. He inched toward her pussy. This was his sister's pussy. What he was about to do was so wrong, but he wasn't about to turn back now. His tongue connected first, followed by his lips. The sour flavor of the lime on her skin was fantastic. Jenna wasn't complaining either and she let a moan escape from her lips. He lifted his head and set down his glass. When he looked back at Jenna, her legs were still parted. Her eyes were filled with a desperate longing. Darren's lips were drawn to her again. He began to lick and suck her pussy, to tongue her clit. There were no illusions in this act, no games. He was going down on his sister, and if her moans were any indication, she was enjoying it. She tasted so good. Darren hungrily lapped at her pussy as Jenna's fingers ran through his hair. It was an act so forbidden, so taboo, that neither could control their lust. "Oh, Darren," she breathed. "You're going to make me cum. You have to stop." Darren ignored her. His hands caressed her hips and torso as he buried his face between her legs, pressing his tongue to her clit over and over until finally she tensed and climaxed. Darren sat up and Jenna sat up with him. Her arm draped his neck and she looked into his eyes. "I can't fucking believe you just did that," said Jenna. "I can't believe you didn't stop me," Darren responded. "This is so wrong," she whispered. Their lips came together into a kiss, not an affectionate kiss, not a loving kiss, but a passionate, animalistic, lust-filled kiss. Any reservations were being cast aside and replaced with raw sexual attraction. Darren unbuttoned his pants and took them off. His boxers went with them. His cock stood erect and he guided Jenna's hand to it. She stroked him as their lips mingled. They parted from their kiss. Darren looked into her eyes. "I want you to suck my cock," he said. "At this point, why the hell not?" she said, winking and smiling. "I've wanted to do this ever since I caught you jerking off six years ago. Her lips met the end of his dick. She slid it into her mouth and began to bob up and down on it as her hand continued to stroke the base of it. "Oh, Jenna," said Darren. "That feels so good." She slid off the couch to kneel at his feet and Darren stood up. He looked down, watching Jenna's lips slide over his shaft. He felt like he would burst any second. "Jenna," he said. "I'm gonna cum." She gave him one, long slow suck all the way back out to the tip and began to stroke his hard dick, now slippery from her saliva. "Oh yes," he cried out. "Yes. Yes. Yesssss." Cum streamed from Darren's cock onto Jenna's face and lips. She licked her lips and used her tongue to clean off his cock. She stood. "I can't believe I just gave a blowjob to my brother," she said. "Fuck. What's wrong with me?" She smiled at Darren. "I think I'd better go clean off." Darren collapsed back onto the couch and drank from his glass as he watched Jenna walk toward the bathroom. His mind raced. What had he just done? There was no going back now. He had just participated in a sex act with his sister. This went way beyond her watching him jerk off. He set down his glass and went back to his bedroom, collapsing onto his bed and hoping to fall asleep. He took his shirt off and got under his covers, but he couldn't stop replaying the evening in his mind. After a half hour, Jenna came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. She nervously stepped into Darren's room and sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't suppose you want to talk about what just happened, do you?" Darren sat up, the bed sheets still covering his lower half. "I don't really, but I know we need to." "Is there any way we can chalk this up as a fluke," she said, "and never mention it again?" "I would like to say yes," Darren replied, "but I know that's probably not going to happen." "We're not, you know, together," she said. "This was just an out of control sex thing. You should still go after Sandy." "I planned on it," he said. "Please just don't let her suspect that this ever happened. Okay?" "That's a deal," she said. She extended her hand and Darren shook it, smiling. She didn't let go, but just looked down at it. "It was pretty hot though, wasn't it?" she said. Darren reached with his other hand and pulled the towel loose to see her naked body. His cock was hard again. His arms wrapped around her and they fell backward together onto the bed, so that she lay atop him. Their kiss was warm and sensual. Their hands explored without pretense. "Oh, fuck me, Darren," she breathed. She sat up and straddled him, guiding his hard member to her pussy. He slowly worked into her. It felt unbelievable. "Are we really fucking doing this?" she asked as her hips rocked back and forth. "This is so wrong." "I know," said Darren, "but you're so fucking hot. I can't keep my hands off of you." His hands caressed her breasts as she rode his cock. They stared at each other as they fucked. Their hands roamed and explored, making the most of this forbidden act. Jenna slowed down as her body tensed. Overcome by the sensation, she climaxed. "We probably ought to stop here," said Darren. "We've gone this far, but I don't want to be stupid." Jenna smiled devilishly. She slid off of his cock. "I have an idea," she said. She turned over and held onto the headboard, her knees on the bed, her gorgeous ass on display. "Are you serious?" Darren asked. "You mean to tell me you don't want to fuck my ass?" she smiled. "Damn," he said as he positioned himself behind. "I didn't expect this." "Did you expect anything that's happened tonight?" she laughed. "Put your hard cock in my ass." It was easier said than done. This wasn't something that either of them had done with any kind of regularity. Working into her was a slow process, but it was worth it. She was so tight on his cock, and as he began to fuck in and out of her ass, her face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Yes. Yes," she cried. "Fuck me, brother." Her cries spurred him on. He fucked her deeper and harder with each thrust. After several minutes, he was pounding her from behind in powerful strokes of his cock. Jenna was sweating and giving off an intoxicating aroma of wet skin. "Fuck. This is so hot," he said. "Yes, Darren," Jenna panted. "Fill my ass. Fuck me. Cum for me. I want you so much." That tipped him over the edge. Sensation coursed through him, and he came into Jenna's asshole. She collapsed forward. "That was so fucking good," she whispered into the pillow. It took them a while to recover, but when Jenna took her second shower that evening, Darren joined her. There was an unspoken understanding that nothing like this could ever happen again, so they made use of the rest of their evening, letting their hands explore the forbidden fruit for a little while longer. The next day, Darren wasn't sure what to expect, but the morning was surprisingly mundane and, even as they worked together to move Jenna's belongings into her new apartment, they talked like they always had and cracked jokes at each others' expense. It was reassuring. They would always have the memory of their sexual encounter, but it was good to know that there was a chance they could have a normal bother/sister relationship. They were bringing out the last of Jenna's boxes from Darren's apartment when the elevator opened up and Sandy walked out. "Hi guys," she said. Darren looked back at Jenna and handed her the last box. She winked back at him. "Go fuck her brains out, you perv."