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Holly Watches Ch. 01

By: MungoParkIII



For Holly it all started so innocently, just a conversation with some of her friends. She was the last of her group to turn 18 and they were celebrating. Now for the girls at their high school there were three preferred ways to celebrate an eighteenth birthday. A party worked for the socially inept still living out their junior high school dreams, a road trip across the border where the booze was available to eighteen year olds was for the more experienced (slutty) girls and for the normal, hot, but otherwise, generally well behaved girls there was the slumber party.

Holly was part of the third group, certainly not ready to leave the country just to get some alcohol and yet far beyond the party thing. It was at her slumber party when the girls started talking about boys that got it started for Holly. She and her best friend Amie split off into a separate conversation from the other girls when Amie said something that made Holly wonder.

"All guys do it and they do it all the time. I remember my brother, when he still lived at home, would do it at least once a day, sometimes three or four times a day," Amie said.

"Three or four?"

"Yeah, it's almost like he just did it because he was bored. I mean there's so much to do around here, how could he get bored?" Amie said sarcastically.

"How did you know what he was doing?'

"Well hell Holly, it was so obvious. He'd lock himself in his room or the bathroom and then stay forever."

"How do you know he wasn't just going to the bathroom?" Holly asked.

"Well, the smell for one thing, I mean you'd know if he went to the bathroom from the stink. Funny, after a while I got to where I could tell from the smell of it."

"The smell of what?"

"His cum, his sperm."

"You could smell it?"

"Yes, not as much when he did it in the bathroom, but in his room definitely. I tell you what was really wild was watching him do it."

"You watched?"

"Yeah, haven't you watched your brother?"

Holly just shook her head.

"Well, he didn't know I was watching, but one time when he was home from spring break he got into a bit of a schedule. He'd go out jogging and then come in all hot and sweaty and slip into his room for fifteen minutes or so and then he'd go take a shower. I just hid in his closet and when he came back from jogging I got to see the show."

"What was it like?"

"Oh it was intense girl, I mean for the first time in the day he was pretty quick and he'd come a lot. Yeah, he'd lie on his back and then spurt up into the air, letting it fall back down on his chest and stomach."

"In the air?"

"Yeah, this high or maybe more," Amie said leaning back and holding her hand over her stomach.

Holly's look of astonishment just egged Amie on: "One time I saw him later in the evening, after he'd done it a number of times during the day. I guess it's not as easy for them because he had to really work hard to get it to happen. His face turned all read and you could see the muscles in his neck, arms and legs tighten. He pushed his hips forward making his cock look enormous as his hand moved faster and faster up and down. 

"Funny, you could hear it clicking like. The tip gets wet when he gets hard and while he's jacking off it makes a strange sound, like clicking. Anyway just about the time I figured he would rub himself raw he came, but this time instead of shooting way up in the air, it just kind of dribbled out over his hand. I don't know, but I tell you I got so wet watching that, seeing his muscles flex like that and how intense he was. I could only imagine a guy getting like that with me."

"Ewww, you got turned on by your brother?"

"Oh come on Holly. You know your brother is hot, the rest of these girls think so, so you must realize it."

"But it's your brother."

"I was just watching. I mean until I can watch some other guy do that I'd gladly watch my brother, it's fucking incredible watching it."

"I don't know, I mean sure Ricky is good looking and the girls always liked him, I just never looked at him that way," Holly replied.

"You like watching porn don't you?"

Holly nodded.

"Well, you just watch them as if it's porn. Then imagine them using what they have to do their girlfriend, it's easy to get into. Look, Ricky comes back in a couple of weeks."

"Yeah two and a half weeks at Christmas."

"Well there you go girl, give yourself an early Christmas present and take a peek. I promise you'll love it."

In the following few weeks Holly ran her conversation with Amie back and forth through her head each time nearly talking herself into it and then backing out. The day before he was scheduled to arrive home Holly wandered into his room to make a plan. They actually shared a door between the rooms but both had blocked the door off with furniture, Holly had a tall dresser in front, Ricky had a low shelf there. After looking over Ricky's shelf, Holly realized that the old door had a keyhole and if she just moved her furniture a bit, she could peek into Ricky's room.

Before leaving his room, she wandered over to his chest of drawers, opened it up and pulled out a pair of jockey shorts he had left behind. Tucking them under her blouse, she quickly slipped back into her room. She hid the underwear way in the back of her sweater drawer and then spent the rest of the day in her room, rearranging furniture.

The next morning it was rainy and very cold outside, nearly down to freezing Holly heard on TV. She wandered down to breakfast and her Mother asked, "Want anything for breakfast?"

"Sure," Holly replied, "I'm starving."

"I would think so as busy as you were yesterday. Whatever possessed you to move the furniture like that?"

"Just wanted a change."

"Just as long as you keep it clean, you know your brother gets home Wednesday and I..."

"Wednesday? I thought he got home today."

"No he called early this morning, this weather..."

"The rain?"

"Up in Austin it's freezing rain and maybe snow. His flight was canceled, Wednesday was the earliest he could re-schedule for."

"But that's two days away."

"Yes, with college out and it being Christmas time he couldn't get anything earlier. It's those cheap, cheap tickets we buy."

Disappointed, Holly turned and headed back towards her room.

"But what about breakfast?"

"No, forget it, I'm going back to bed."

As Holly disappeared into the hallway, her mom looked down at the cat and said, "You'd have thought she was looking forward to seeing him. Some change from the days they fought like dogs and... well you know Felicia." The cat simply turned and wandered away.

Holly stepped into her room and locked the door. She then stepped over to the door that joined with Ricky's room. She had arranged a chair so that with just a slight turn it would be a perfect place to sit and peek through the keyhole. Holly turned the chair and sat down, checking her view.

"Yes this is perfect," she whispered to herself, "Now if only he'd get his ass home."

She got up, opened her sweater drawer and pulled out his jockey shorts, holding them out in front of her, looking at the way the front seemed to naturally bulge out a bit. Sitting down on the bed he moved the shorts closer to her face, letting the bulging fabric rub against her face. Trying to picture his cock... she remembered seeing it when they were much younger, but trying to grow it in her mind to the way it must look today was a daunting task.

Leaning back on the bed she finally fabricated an image in her mind of a cock, her brother's cock standing up hard. Picturing his fingers wrapping around it, she rubbed the jockey shorts on her face with one hand and unbuttoned her blouse with the other. His hand began to move up and down his cock, just like Holly saw in the porn movies she watched. She moved the jockey shorts down off her face and began rubbing them over her breasts, feeling the texture of the fabric slide over her nipples making them grow firm.

Holly pictured her brother's face turning red and the muscles in his neck tightening as he moved his hand faster and faster over his cock. She continued rubbing his shorts over her breasts with one hand and the other slipped under the elastic band of her panties. Her fingers slid though her hair and then down to her opening. She was wet, hell she'd been wet all morning anticipating Ricky's arrival, now the wetness lubricated her fingers as she slid one and then a second finger into her pussy.

She then slid her fingers up her slit and found the sensitive nub hidden in the folds. As she pictured Ricky thrusting his hips forward, his cock now looking enormous, she touched her clit. She began moving her fingers over the clit, moving in unison with the rhythm with which Ricky slid his hand up and down his cock. As he quickened, she quickened and just as she reached the verge of her orgasm she pictured the cum spurting out of Ricky's cock, shooting into the air and splashing back down on himself.

Holly raised her hips and came, her pussy pulsing in the ecstasy as she pictured Ricky's hard cock with drops of white cum rolling down its length, his chest and stomach glistening with his sperm. Leaving her hand on her crotch, her fingers on her clit, she closed her legs and rolled on her side, moving Ricky's underwear back to her face. She smelled them, wonder what his cum might smell like, wondering how long it would be before she could peek through the keyhole and really watch her brother jack off. 

Holly Watches Ch. 02



"Well did Ricky get home?" Holly heard on the phone before she could even say hello or anything. It was Amie.

"No," Holly replied.

"Really? But I thought..."

"No, the weather, they had an ice storm so he flight was canceled, he's not supposed to get in until tomorrow," Holly explained.

"Oh, okay, I didn't know it got that cold there."

"Obviously it does," she replied pertly.

"Hey, why the attitude?"

"Sorry Amie, it's just that I was all ready..."

"Oh you mean what we talked about at the party?"

"Yes, I had to rearrange my room, but I've got a perfect place. The door between our rooms has a keyhole."

"I never noticed a door, just your closet and the door into your room."

"Yes, the door into Ricky's room was behind one of my dressers, the one by the window," Holly replied. "I rearranged my room and moved the dresser, now I have a perfect vantage point."

"So..."

"So everything is ready, all I need is for him to get here and go into his room and do what you say boys do all day long."

"Well you let me know what happens okay."

"Sure," Holly replied.

"Hey, my mom's headed to the mall in a bit, you want to go?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready in about twenty minutes, is that okay?"

"We'll pick you up," Amie said.

The trip to the mall turned out to be a nice distraction for Holly, it gave her something to do instead of just mope around the house. Besides, her mother would certainly have found at least half a dozen jobs for her to do if she didn't go. Although it was really too crowded for Amie and Holly to do any shopping, all they really wanted to do was hang out all afternoon.

Holly got home in time for dinner which turned out to be a kind of grab what you can type of deal since everyone was so busy with Christmas decorations, wrapping presents and getting ready for Ricky to get back. She just grabbed some yogurt and diet soda and headed to her room. She returned later to clean up the dishes, otherwise it was an uneventful night. Well uneventful except for Holly checking and rechecking her vantage point for peeking in on Ricky tomorrow.

She actually went as far as positioning her chair, peeking into the dark room and slipping her hand down into her panties to see whether she would be comfortable touching herself while watching him. As she slid her fingers through her pubic hair and over her slit, she realized that for a short session the chair was fine, but depending how long Ricky was going to take, she needed more padding. After about half an hour trying out different pillows and blankets, she had everything worked out.

The next day she decided not to go to the airport with her parents when they went to bring Ricky home. She was worried that if she acted too anxious about him getting home her mom might thing something was strange. Instead she feigned indifference and was instructed to vacuum the living room for her efforts.

Holly didn't really mind, it would give her something to do to help pass the time until she could take advantage of the vantage point she created in her room. She pulled out the vacuum and took her time, actually doing a pretty good job. In fact, since she had the vacuum out anyway she went ahead and vacuumed the rest of the first floor. Afterwards she put the vacuum away and then slipped back into her room to check out her vantage point one last time.

Her parents arrived home with Ricky about an hour late. Indifference or no, Holly met them in the driveway and after listening to her mom explain the confusion with the late flight she finally looked at her brother and said, "Hi."

Ricky looked over and said, "Hey Holly."

That was it, the extent of their conversation except for a few grunted, "Hey give me a hand with this," or "Don't peek in the bag, I'm not finished wrapping." After the car was completely unloaded Holly headed back to her room. It was odd, she felt a bit strange around her brother now, almost like she did at school talking to a guy she was interested in. A strange nervousness ran over her, her stomach seemed to quiver inside when she saw him and she seemed to continued catching herself looking at his ass and crotch, petrified someone would notice every glace she took.

While in her room, she would go to her vantage point and peek into Ricky's room again and again, but most of the time the room was empty or if he was in there he was too busy unpacking his stuff, or on the phone, or playing on his game system. Holly was ready, hot and ready to do something she would never have considered before, but Ricky just wasn't cooperating. Didn't Amie say they did it all the time?

Dinner was uneventful and afterward while cleaning up the dishes she watched Ricky pull on his jacket and go out into the damp cold. "Why doesn't he have any jobs to do?" she asked her mom, who was wrapping up some of the leftovers.

"He just got back today, let him have a rest."

"A rest? What about me, I've been going to school six or seven hours a day, every day. He goes to class for maybe three hours a day and then plays around the rest of the time."

"He studies, besides it's different at college."

"Yeah, no chores to do."

"Look, now that he's back I'm sure your father will get him doing something around here. You can bet dad's not gonna be mowing the yard this weekend."

"Oh whatever," Holly replied, putting the detergent into the dishwasher, closing the door and starting it up. She finished up in the kitchen and headed up to her room. Quickly grabbing her nightshirt she rushed into the shower, determined to be finished before Ricky got back from wherever he went.

After about fifteen minutes she headed back into her room, surprising herself at how quickly she finished everything. She went into her room, locked the door and rushed over to her vantage point. Ricky's room was dark. Moving over to her desk, she picked up one of her school books and began to study.

Distracted as she was, Holly really didn't get much studying done, but she fiddled around for about 45 minutes when she heard what sounded like Ricky tromping up the stairs. Sure enough she heard him call out to their parents that he was home just before she heard his door close. Holly paused a few minutes and then slipped over to the chair by the door and bent down to the keyhole.

Damn! There was something in the way, completely blocking her view into the room. Sitting upright she thought for a moment, then peeked through the keyhole again. His jacket! He had tossed his jacket onto the shelves, completely blocking her view. Standing up she grabbed her robe, unlocked her door and slipped through her door. Moments later she found herself knocking on the brother's door completely without any plan for clearing her view.

Ricky opened the slightly and peeked at her through the small crack, "Yeah?"

"Ah, where did... ah, yes. Mom wants me to get your jacket and hang it up," she mumbled.

"Hang up my jacket?"

"In the closet."

"My closet?"

"No, the coat closet," Holly answered impatiently.

"Why didn't she..."

"I don't know, she just tells me to get your highness' jacket and hang it up. Who am I to argue?"

"Okay, just wait here," he replied, closing the door. He opened it a moment later sticking only his arm out and handing her his jacket.

"Great," she said, watching the door close in her face. She crumpled the jacket under her arm and went back into her room, locking the door behind her. Tossing his jacket into her closet she took off her robe and rushed over to her vantage point. 

Peeking through the keyhole, it took a moment to focus on what she was looking at, but once she did she immediately gasped loudly. Clenching her teeth she didn't move hoping Ricky didn't hear her. Fortunately he either didn't hear it or simply didn't pay any attention to it because he didn't move.

Holly was looking at him. He was naked, facing away from her, so all she saw was his back and ass, but it was just that sight that made her gasp. Admiring his tight, muscular ass, she began unbuttoning her nightshirt. She began to toy with her nipples and as she leaned a bit to one side she noticed he was standing in front of the mirror.

Her view wasn't great, but in the mirror she could see him as he ran his palms up his chest and began to circle them over his nipples. Glancing down, Holly could see his cock slowly come to life, from the loose hanging bit of skin, up, up and up to a huge erection. She stared into the mirror enthralled at how it didn't stick straight out, but it curved. And the end seemed bigger, almost purple in color.

Opening her legs, she moved her hand down between her legs and running her fingers between her lips, she moistened them at her wet opening. Pushing them into herself, she watched Ricky's right hand reach down and wrap around his long shaft and begin to move back and forth over his hard cock. Holly let her wet fingers move upward to her clit and she began circling over the hard nub. Just as she began to lose herself in the sensation, she saw Ricky look back to his bed and then sit down.

He continued jacking off, but now she couldn't see it in the mirror. The angle was all wrong now and she could barely see his chest and part of a leg in the mirror. Holly moved all around, trying to get to a better look, find some way she could see something, but in the end all she could do was watch his back and head move rhythmically as he stroked his cock. She continued diddling her clit and did come when she caught sight of his, now flaccid, cock as he stood up to grab some tissue and clean up.

Completely disappointed, she flopped onto her bed, rolled onto her back and buttoned up her nightshirt. When he passed by heading to the shower she did get an idea and slipped into his room. She could smell it then, an odd smell, something like Comet, the cleansing powder. Moving over to his waste basket, the smell was stronger. Reaching down, she grabbed a bit of the still damp tissue, tore off a piece and then quickly returned to her room.

Holding her prize, she climbed back into bed, placed the tissue on the pillow next to her and then turned her head so her nose actually rested on it. Reaching down between her legs, her fingers returned to her clit and as she breathed the fragrance of her brothers' cum she massaged her clit until she came again, her hips moving up in the air, her wet pussy wanting, needing to be filled.

Later, after recovering from the orgasm, she took her prize and hid it in one of her drawers. She then climbed back into bed, inspired to work out a new plan, a new plan that would let her see her brother, to see it all, from the first moment his cock began to grow until he came, spurting his cum all over himself.

Suddenly she sat up in her bed and looked toward her closet. She could see his jacket on the floor, but she also noticed that the slatted doors had small slits between them, perhaps for ventilation, but those slats would be perfect. Drifting to sleep she was content, she had a new plan.



Holly Watches Ch. 03



The solution to Holly's problem was obvious, she had to get a better vantage point to watch her brother and his closet was perfect for it. The slatted doors would let her see out into the room while she remained concealed in the darkness of the closet. Ricky's closet was wide, but not very deep and his dirty clothes hamper was inside. 

The clothes hamper did present a challenge, especially if Ricky decided to be neat and decided to put his clothes in the hamper before jacking off. Hell, it was a problem even if he did it afterwards and Holly was in the closet. Fortunately Ricky had planned to go to the mall with their parents to do a little Christmas shopping. 

Holly decided not to go and was awarded the task of finishing up the breakfast dishes. She rushed through the chore, scraping the dishes clean just to put them in the dishwasher. After starting it up she wiped down the granite countertop, cleaned up the stove top and wiped off the breakfast table. Hanging the rag up, Holly glanced out to the driveway making sure her parents didn't forget something and then headed for the stairs.

As she climbed the carpeted stairs, she felt a pleasant tingling between her legs. Once upstairs she walked past her door and went directly to her brother's. Slowly turning the tarnished brass doorknob, she pushed the door open, slipped into his room and closed the door behind her. The room was basically a mess, the double bed was unmade, clothes and shoes were tossed across the floor, towels were tossed over the back of his chair.

The room smelled, it was as odd mix of musty fabric, foot and body odor, ammonia and an obnoxious stale cologne. In the past she'd classify the mixture of scents as foul or stinky, but now, wandering in his room with a specific intent, the odor was not all that bad. In fact, as the tingling between her legs continued, she could tell she was getting wet just being surrounded by her brother's scent.

Focusing her mind, she walked over to his closet and looked at the hamper. She then slid both doors to the right and looked at the rest of the closet. "Yes, it will work," she whispered to herself, thinking that she could hide on the left side of the closet and if Ricky needed in the hamper he could use it without seeing her hidden on the side. Then if he got started without using the hamper, she could actually sit on it while watching.

Just to check it all out, Holly climbed into Ricky's closet and closed the doors. Peeking out though the slats helped control the slight twinge of claustrophobia she felt as she sat down on the hamper. Remembering what he had done the night before, Holly visualized what she hoped to witness later in the day.

She had seen his cock, how her brother held it as he began jacking off, the way his cock would slide in and out of his fist, how the purple head would appear and disappear as he began thrusting his hips, fucking his hand. Holly had slipped her hand into her panties and wet her fingers dipping them into her pussy. Moving them to her clit, she pictured Ricky's hand moving faster and faster over his cock. Savoring the sensations she tried to remember the scent of his cum, that unique smell. It was gone now, but when she came into his room after he jacked off, it was quite strong.

Thinking she heard something she stopped, then quickly pulled her hand out of her panties and headed out of her brother's room quickly moving back into her room. Once inside, she remembered that Ricky had his door closed, so she rushed back, closed his door and walked back to her room. Instead of going inside, she turned and headed downstairs. At the midpoint of the stairs she saw the front door open and her family banged their way inside, dropping keys and packages as they came.

"It was nuts out there, Holly I sure hope you have your shopping finished, I don't feel like going back to the mall until the after Christmas sales," her mom said, rushing past the stairs heading for the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm done, but I may go to the mall with Amie this week."

"What on earth for?" her mother called in from the kitchen.

"Just to watch all the foolish people like you waiting so long to do their shopping," she replied, laughing a bit.

"Some of us have jobs," her dad replied.

"Or are off at school," Ricky added.

"I go to classes way more than you do Ricky, and I got my shopping done."

He just rolled his eyes and barreled past her on the stairs. Holly followed him back up the stairs but as he turned for his room, she ducked into hers. Locking the door she quickly shuffled over to the chair near the door and peeked through the keyhole. Ricky was pulling off his clothes but only stripped down to his underwear before pulling on his sweatpants and a light sweatshirt. Holly watched him sit on the bed, pull on his running shoes and then step through his door, closing it behind him.

Moving to her window she waited for Ricky to appear. After a few minutes she saw him step into the front yard, look up and down the street and then start running up the long hill. Holly pulled her chair over by the window, picked up a book and started to read, glancing out of the window every so often to see if she could spot Ricky returning. It took a while, but after about forty-five minutes she spotted him jogging back down the hill.

She pulled off her shorts, blouse and bra and pulled on her night shirt. Pausing a moment, she reached down and pulled off her panties and then peeked out of her door. It might seem odd for her to be dressed for bed even before dinner, so she didn't want to be spotted. No one was upstairs so she stepped into the hall, quietly pulled her door closed behind her and walked to Ricky's door. It was still unlocked so she slipped inside, closing it behind her. She moved to the closet, slid the doors open and stepped into the left side and slid the left door back into position.

Holly heard voices downstairs and hoped Ricky didn't get sent out on some errand or something. That's all she needed, hiding in his closet all hot and ready and he's off driving to the store. She sighed with relief when she heard his footsteps clomping up the stairs and she watched him open his door, toss his sweatshirt onto his bed and then close the door behind him. He then locked the door and sat down to pull off his shoes.

Once out of his shoes he quickly pulled off his sweat pants and underwear, tossing them onto the floor by the closet. Holly could smell the scent of his fresh sweat and felt that tingling between her legs. She watched him stand in front of the mirror running his palms in circles over his chest, moving slowly to his nipples. Holly had unbuttoned her nightshirt and began mimicking Ricky, running her palms over her nipples while watching his cock begin to come erect.

It seemed odd to her as it twitched and grew. She had thought it would be s smooth simple motion for his little guy to grow, but the way it seemed to jump and move was almost comical. What wasn't comical was when he put some hand cream on his palm and took hold of his cock. Just as soon as his hand wrapped around his shaft she could almost feel his intensity. He then slid his fist outward, sliding up over the sensitive head and then returning as she watched the purple head, now glistening, slowly appear to her.

Easing back and sitting on the bed Ricky began moving his hand very quickly now, sliding up and down the long curved shaft as his body seemed to flow with a rhythm. Holly quickly moved her hand down her body and let her finger slide through her curly pubic hair and then plunge into her wet opening. She began pushing them in and out of her pussy as quickly as Ricky was stroking his cock, matching his rhythm. Leaning back she tried to sit on the clothes hamper but started to fall. Her quick reaction pushing her arm against the door kept her from falling but it made a loud bang.

Ricky immediately removed his hand from his cock and moved to the door that led into the hallway. Confirming it was still locked Holly saw his eyes squint as he looked toward the closet. All she could do was hold her breath and hope he didn't open the door. She closed her eyes and listened as the doors rolled down the roller.

"Holly, what are you doing? Are you watching me?"

Opening her eyes she looked at him and turned away, too embarrassed to move.

"You're watching me while playing with yourself?"

She looked back at him and nodded.

"Shit Holly, this is so fucking hot. Can I watch you?"

"Watch me what?" she was finally able to ask.

"Watch you play with yourself, make yourself come."

"I don't know if I can do it with you just watching me, I mean make myself come with you watching."

"But..."

"But if you did yourself, I could watch you as you watch me," she replied.

Ricky held Holly's hand as she climbed out of the closet and then he led her over to his bed. Holly let her nightshirt fall to the floor and climbed onto his bed, leaning back onto the pillows he had piled there. She had her legs open, and Ricky stood at the edge of the bed, his right leg brushing against her left. Staring into his sister's eyes, Ricky lowered his hand and slowly wrapped it around his cock, he then lowered his eyes and watched as Holly moved her hand between her legs as she looked down to his hand as he began stroking himself.

Pushing her fingers into her pussy again, she got them lubricated with her juices and then moved up to her clit, letting her finger slide over the nub, making tiny circles over her most sensitive spot. She began moving her hips upward, imagining Ricky's cock not just getting jacked off in front of her, but sliding into her, filling her. Watching her brother she noticed him thrusting his hips forward and then pulling back.

They began to move in unison, almost as if they were fucking each other, instead of watching themselves masturbate. Holly noticed Ricky's muscles were beginning to tense up and she could hear him begin to moan. She quickened the pace on her clit and soon she felt the pleasure building inside her as she got closer and closer. Suddenly Ricky arched his back and she watched his cock spurt a long white trail of cum arching up and then splashing down on her stomach, through her pubic hair and all over her pussy.

The excitement of seeing him come, feeling the warm, sticky white fluid splash on her, smelling the curious smell, then looking up and seeing the pleasure in his expression was too much for her and she came, her pussy pulsing again and again as if squeezing the last drop of cum from the cock she wanted inside her. Ricky's cock had spurted a couple more times, wetting her thigh a bit. As his cock softened he let it fall on her knee as he milked the last drops out on her. Feeling his cock on her knee made Holly suddenly flinch and pull away, thinking to herself, no... this is wrong.

"What's the matter?" Ricky asked, sensing her dismay.

"We, we can't touch. Just watch, we can't touch."

"I'm sorry, it's just... no, you're right. We just watch."

"And we have to be careful, mom and dad can't..."

"I know, look here put on your shirt and I'll check out in the hall," he said grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. 

"I mean when we do this again. I wish we had a key to that door."

"What door?"

"The door right there that leads into my room," Holly answered incredulously.

"That door goes into your room, are you sure?"

"Hell, I watched you jack off last night through the keyhole."

"You watched me last night?"

She nodded.

"And did you touch yourself?"

"Not when you did it. You sat down and I couldn't see anything. When you went into the shower I went into your room a took a piece of tissue you used to clean up. I then went back into my room and smelling your cum, I touched myself until I came."

"Oh Holly, that is..."

"I know, I know, it is so hot, but now I need to get back to my room."

"Yeah, sure," he said. Moving over to the door he opened it up and then while she waited at his door Ricky walked down the hall. Calling down the stairs he said, "Hey mom and dad, I'm going to take a shower while you're both downstairs."

Holly quickly slipped out of her brother's room and moved down the hall, stepping into hers. As she was closing the door she noticed her brother looking at her so she waved. He opened the towel in response, letting her get one final glimpse of his cock. All Holly could do was roll her eyes and close the door. 



Holly Watches Ch. 04



Holly woke that morning and immediately started working on the door between her room and Ricky's. Peeking though the keyhole she could see he was still sleeping, so she'd need to be quiet to avoid waking him up. They both planned to work on the door but since Holly was already up she thought she'd get a head start on it.

She did not remember ever seeing the door actually open so she was afraid it might be either nailed or painted shut. Not wanting to create any suspicion in her parents she wanted to keep the door looking exactly as it did right then. That way there was no need to have to make up some story about why they opened the door, if they could get it open.

Looking over the door from her room she could see it opened into her room, which was convenient because Ricky wouldn't need to dismantle all his shelving. Thinking he could just move them out a bit on one side, just enough so she could slip through, so all they needed to do was get the door to open.

The edge of the door had a small gap between it and the frame that seemed to run all around the door, so it didn't appear to be painted shut. Of course she couldn't see her brother's side, so she didn't know for sure. The next concern was the doorknob itself, there was a keyhole so obviously the door could be locked. Reaching to the knob she turned it and though it stuck for a moment as she turned it harder she felt it release and the knob turned.

She pulled lightly but the door didn't budge. Pulling harder she could see she was not strong enough to get it open. Of course it could still be locked so she went to her drawer and grabbed a flashlight. Shining the light in the tiny gap between the door and frame she saw a piece of metal going from the door into a hole in the frame. It was locked.

Her first reaction was to simply grab her key chain, but she quickly figured out that the rest of the doors in the house had been changed at least once since this knob was installed. None of her keys even looked like they'd work. Going through one of her drawers, she found a metal nail file and pushed it into the keyhole, moving it around some. There were a few places where it hung up on something, but she couldn't get anything to move.

Looking out her window she noticed the family car was gone, so she quickly got dressed and quietly came out of her room. Her parent's bedroom door was open but when she looked in she saw it was empty. Going down stairs she walked into the kitchen and spotted a note from her mother.

Dad and I have gone to finish shopping. May also pick up a tree. 

Holly, empty the dishwasher and then put the breakfast dishes in but don't start it.

Ricky, move the furniture like we did last year at Christmas.





Holly Watches Ch. 05



Holly stayed in her room the rest of the day, not even getting up from her bed to answer her cell phone. Throughout the day she had a number of calls from Amie, but she just didn't want to talk to anyone. Her arm and hand still ached from where she had slapped Ricky. She hadn't intended to hit him, and certainly didn't plan to hit him so hard she hurt herself but when he called her a slut... Well he didn't actually call her a slut, but what was she supposed to infer from what he said.

And then Ricky, she knew he'd want to be with girls and would want to do more than just take them out, he'd want to do more than what he did together with Holly, but Liz? She wanted to gag. Of course, after hitting him, Ricky certainly wouldn't want to do anything more with Holly. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt a bit of relief, the last time she and Ricky were together she had actually grabbed his cock and rubbed it on her pussy. It wasn't like having sex, but it was like a balancing act, not crossing the line, but getting closer and closer to it. 

The had kept it innocent so far, brothers and sisters everywhere have seen each other naked, have spied on each other, so what Holly did so far with Ricky was not so much more than that, just watching. Now that was over, no more watching him stroke his cock, no more seeing the cum spurt out of it, no more smelling it, feeling it splash on her. He'd be going back to college in a few days and next year she would be off to school herself. He got scholarships and went to an expensive school, Holly's parents couldn't afford for her to go to a school like that, so they'd be off hundred's of miles away from each other.

Most likely by the time he finishes college, Ricky will be married and there'd be no way for him and Holly to watch each other then. Hell, after she slapped him so hard she'd be lucky for him to talk to her again. Of course, after calling her a slut, she wondered if maybe that was a good thing.

As the day passed her mother came up and knocked on the door. Explaining she had a big fight with Amie and didn't want to see anyone, Holly was able get her mother to leave her alone. She was surprised her mother did leave her alone, hell, Holly never did clean up the dishes like her mother told her to do that morning. She did come down for dinner, noticing the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. The family would decorate it on Christmas Eve, just like they would since Ricky was a little boy.

Ricky wasn't at dinner, he was off on a date Holly's mom explained, "I'm surprised you haven't had any dates. I thought you'd be gone every night now that school is out."

"Amie and I were going to double date, but then Amie and I..." Holly said, feigning tears and thinking, "I better call Amie later and let her know they had been 'fighting.'"

"There, there Holly, I'm sure you and Amie will make up, you've had fights like this before."

Holly nodded and continued eating. After dinner she cleaned up the dishes and headed back up to her room. Putting on her headphones she got back in bed and just listened to music the rest of the night. She never heard Ricky come back that night and the next thing she remembered was waking up in the morning.

There was a light tapping on her door.

"Who is it? What time is it?"

"It's me," Ricky said, "It's almost eight o'clock."

"What do 'you' want?"

"Holly, can I come in? I'm so sorry and you were right. Please let me in."

Holly got up, unlocked the door and climbed back into bed as Ricky opened the door. He stepped inside, closed the door and walked over sitting on the bed beside her. He sat there in silence for a few moments and then reached out and lightly touched her arm.

"How's your arm?" he asked.

"It still hurts," she replied curtly.

"You probably pulled a muscle or two. Can you move your fingers?"

She lifted her hand and moved her fingers for him.

"And bend your elbow?"

She bent her elbow.

"Holly, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"Say what?"

"About the slut thing."

Holly tilted her head inquisitively.

"I didn't mean to imply, to say you were a slut. I was trying... I was trying... Holly, I'm just sorry. You are not a slut and I don't think of you that way. I just tried to defend Liz. What a joke defending her."

Holly felt the tears running down her cheek, "Oh Ricky, I'm sorry I hit you. Did it hurt?"

"Hell yeah it hurt, but I really deserved it. I felt so bad but you would talk to me yesterday. I went down and moved the furniture and then cleaned up the kitchen."

"You did the dishes for me?"

Ricky smiled. He ran his hand over her arm, squeezing the muscle just above the elbow asking, "Does this hurt?"

"Yeah, a little."

Moving his hand down below the elbow, "And here?"

She nodded.

"Like I said, you probably pulled a muscle, perhaps hyper-extended the elbow. Our defensive ends hurt their arms like this. It's from slapping the blockers in the head, not really legal, but if you don't get caught, hey," he said shrugging.

"You're eye's a little black."

"Yeah, I told everyone I got hit by a football, no one asked when I had time to play catch with anyone."

Holly kissed fingertips and reached up and touched it to his eye. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

As he nodded Holly felt Ricky's hand on her hip. "And you're sure you feel okay?" he asked.

"Just a little soreness in my arm," she replied, feeling his fingers toying with the elastic waistband of her panties.

"We could put some ice on it," he replied, sliding his whole hand over the top of her panties.

Opening her legs some she replied, "No, it's okay." She could feel herself breathing harder as she felt his hand cup her pussy. He was touching her, but just on top of the panties, that was okay, not crossing the line.

"At football practice they will put ice on their arms," he replied, sliding his hand in circles over her panties, feeling her lift her hips slightly. He then hooked his middle finger around the leg opening in the panties and pulled them to the side just enough to slide his finger into her. She was wet, very wet, so he pushed deeper into her, feeling her respond by pushing her hips up more.

"No ice," she said, breathing hard. He shouldn't be doing this, she thought, he... She opened her legs wider for him. She moved her hand to his thigh as she felt his fingers slowly slide up her slit. Oh God, he touched her clit and she felt the excitement spark though her entire body. She squeezed his thigh and closed her eyes as he continued moving his fingers over her clit.

"Okay, no ice," he whispered watching her pump her hips up and down, pushing herself against his hand. He continued on her clit, circling it and then gently pinching it between his thumb and fore finger. As he toyed with her clit, he moved his other hand up and slipped one finger into her pussy. Working both hands together he watched as her face contorted in the ecstasy.

"Oh Ricky," she moaned, feeing his fingers inside her, feeling her clit, her clit, her clit, oh God, she came, lifting her ass off the ground and feeling him shove his finger deep into her pussy she came. Her cunt pulsated, squeezing her brother's finger as she said, "Ricky, not on the clit now, not on the clit, it's too sensitive." She felt his fingers move away and she relaxed feeling the pleasure slowly subside, her pussy pulsing slower now. In a few minutes she felt his finger slip from inside her.

"Is that better?"

"Yes," sitting up she asked, "What about mom and dad?"

"Relax, they are out again. Dad decided he wanted to replace the lights on the tree."

Holly reached down and holding his hand between her legs she asked, "Ricky, will you stay with me a while?"

"Of course," he replied, turning onto his side beside her. Leaving his hand cupped over her damp pussy he stayed there kissing her forehead.



Holly Watches Ch. 06



Holly felt so warm and safe in her bed with her brother beside her, his hand tenderly cupped over her pussy. It was hard to believe they had fought the day before, that she had actually hit him. She was trying to understand the emotional impact of the last few days, bouncing through so many feelings. She loved Ricky but continued to feel the twinges of guilt, twinges that in turn somehow intensified her desire. Watching him touch himself was so much more than watching any porn movie and feeling him touch her was ecstatic, so much more intense than the boys she had let touch her before. Perhaps that is why she reacted so violently when Ricky tried to defend Liz, was she jealous of Liz?

"You never told me how your date went last night," Holly said.

Ricky made an odd face and replied, "You were so right Holly, Liz teased me all night, saying things, groping me, acting sexy and then when I responded she'd shut me down. It wasn't until we were at a party, with a bunch of people around, then she grabbed my hand and shoved it up her skirt. I didn't want to do that in front of all the people, but when I tried to get her to go upstairs to a room she wouldn't, at least not just with me. She actually got another couple talked into going up with us. When I backed out, she got two guys to go with her."

"So three guys and two girls went into the room?"

"Yeah. She had me worked up all night, but unless I wanted a group scene she just left me alone. Hell, when she went upstairs I just left."

Glancing down, Holly could see the bulge in her brother's shorts and said, "And then you come home..."

"I came home and went to bed."

"You didn't..."

"Jack off? No, I took a shower and went to bed."

"Why didn't you take care of yourself in the shower?" Holly asked.

"After I realized how right you were about Liz, I... ah well, I wanted to wait, maybe do it with you watching."

"But then you touched me, made me feel so good," she said, reaching her hand down and grasping his cock though his shorts.

"I didn't know if I should touch you, I wanted to make things right with you and well, touching you just felt right."

She began sliding her hand up and down the length of his shaft, moving up onto her knees so she could kneel above him. Ricky slid onto his back and when Holly began pulling the elastic on his shorts downward, he reached down, lifted his hips and pulled his shorts and underwear off. Without thinking, before Ricky could grab his cock and begin stroking, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around him.

"It's so soft, the skin is so soft," she whispered, moving her fingers down to the base of his shaft. She had never seen it so close up, so she rested her head on his thigh and just looked at it, moving the foreskin some, watching it stretch at the base. Pushing it down slightly and lifting her head, she saw the large vein at the top, she ran her fingertip along its path. She looked at the head of his cock, the way it curved and attached to the shaft, then ran her finger along the underside up onto the head and to the tiny hole.

Her fingertip got wet in the pool of pre-cum that had welled at the tip of Ricky's cock. Holly took the finger and held it up to her mouth, touching the wet fingertip to her tongue. Blinking her eyes at the salty, bitter taste, she moved her tongue around in her mouth, trying to decide if she liked it or not. Wanting a bigger taste so she could tell, she leaned her head down and touched her tongue to his tiny hole and slurped up the pre-cum. Once again the taste jolted her, but what surprised her more was Ricky's reaction to her tongue touching his cock.

Staring into his face, she moved her head back down, savoring the look of anticipation in Ricky's face. Reaching out her tongue she could see him almost mimicking her head movement, aching for her tongue to touch him. Pausing a moment she saw his face change, perhaps sensing disappointment and then, not wanting to torture her brother any more, she touched her tongue to his shaft and ran it up its length. When she reached his head, she let her tongue slide over the top and then dip into the pool of pre-cum again.

Holly could feel her brother's body tremble in excitement and she saw he was breathing hard, looking at her with a look of intense concentration. Moving her head down, she repeated herself, running her tongue up his shaft again, dipping it into his hole. She noticed Ricky's mouth moving, he was saying something, but she couldn't hear it.

Reading his lips she saw what he was whispering, "Suck it, please suck it."

Taking a deep breath, Holly moved her knees closer to him and then opened her mouth wide, sliding it over the head of her brother's cock. Ricky moaned loudly so Holly began to suck on the head of his cock. Not really sure what else to do, she took hold of his shaft with one hand, figuring she could control how it went into her mouth. While she sucked, she let her tongue play over the smooth head, circling it, dipping into the hold and then sliding under it.

As Ricky began to raise and lower his hips, she started bobbing her head up and down, taking a bit more of him in her mouth as he raised his hips, letting his cock nearly slide out of her mouth as he eased back down on the bed. She also started moving her hand up and down his shaft. Wanting to take more of him in her mouth, she let him push deep as she moved down on him, but as it reached near the back of her throat, she had to quickly pull back, gagging a bit. After a few more tries, she worked out the deepest she could take his cock without gagging and moved her head accordingly.

In the few moments it took her to get her movements coordinated between stroking his shaft, sucking, running her tongue over his head and bobbing her head up and down to the perfect depth Holly had Ricky very worked up. Once she combined all her efforts together she could tell Ricky was on the brink of coming. Fighting off the fear of him coming in her mouth, she kept up her sucking until she felt his cock suddenly seem to thicken and then she felt the warm splash into her mouth.

Almost choking on it, she was able to swallow the first enormous spurt and since the following spurts were smaller and less forceful she easily swallowed until his cum became just a trickle from his tiny hole. Slurping up the last drops, she then had time to ponder the taste and texture. The taste was a bit bland, especially compared to the taste of her brother's pre-cum, reminding her a bit of cream of wheat without the sugar. It was the texture that she guessed bothered most girls she talked to who refused to swallow. The thick, wet texture seemed a bit gross until she thought about where it came from, how her brother acted as it came into her mouth, after that, she came to savor his cum.

Removing her mouth, Holly moved, resting her head on Ricky's thigh again as she watched his cock slowly shrink back to normal. Noticing a bit of cum still pooled in the tip of his cock, she grabbed his soft cock and pulled up, milking the last tiny drops onto her tongue. Sitting up she held out her tongue letting her brother see the drops of his cum on his sister's tongue. He smiled, grabbing her arm and pulling her to him, kissing her on the mouth, letting the cum spread over both their tongues.

Suddenly they heard a bang and then footsteps on the stairs. "Mom and dad must be home," Ricky whispered moving toward the door between their bedrooms.

"Wait, it's locked," Holly whispered back, jumping up and reaching down into her wastebasket. Handing him the key she said, "I'll tell you about it later." She heard a knock on her door.

"Holly, come on down and let's put some lights on the tree."

"I thought we were going to decorate on Christmas Eve," she replied as she carefully unlocked the door.

"Silly, today is Christmas Eve, now come on, I'm going to wake your brother," he mother replied.

Ricky slipped through the door and lifting his shelves, moved them out enough to slip past. Holly closed the door, rearranged her chair and hid the key in one of her drawers. She could hear her mother knocking on Ricky's door, so she grabbed her clothes and headed down the hall to the bathroom. Once she closed the door she immediately brushed her teeth, wanting to make sure no one could smell her brother's cum on her breath. Once finished brushing, she got dressed, headed back into her room and made up her bed. She scanned the room to make sure everything looked in place and she headed down the stairs, nearly bumping into Ricky in the hallway.

"It's Christmas Eve," he said in mock excitement.

Holly whispered, "Oh be quiet, actually I think this is going to be the best Christmas break ever." She then gave him a sexy look and licked her fingers.

Ricky headed into the bathroom singing, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..." 



Holly Watches Ch. 07



After cleaning up and making sure no one would suspect what she had been swallowing that morning, Holly headed downstairs. Her mother immediately herded her into the kitchen where she helped get breakfast together. As Holly finished setting the table and bringing out the food, she heard her brother and her father discussing how to put the lights on the tree. If a few minutes they all assembled for breakfast.

After a few minutes of passing the food around and getting drinks for everyone Holly's mother said, "You know, with you kids getting older we're not going to be able to have family meals like this much longer. I'm just happy you kids chose to stay at home a bit more this year. Why just last year I hardly saw either of you the entire Christmas Break, but this year you've been home most every night."

"And you're not fighting like you always did," Holly's dad added.

Ricky nodded and said, "You know, now that Holly and I have gotten older, I think we have a better appreciation for family. A much better appreciation," he repeated, winking at Holly.

It was a bit bittersweet for Holly as she pondered the next few days, after that Ricky would head back to school for his final semester. When he graduated who knows where he might go and with whom he might go with. She knew he'd get married, probably have kids and live a normal life, it's what she wanted for him, but still she felt a pang of jealousy. The thought of his beautiful cock touching another woman, his cum splashing on someone else's body, his finger touching another woman's clit...

"Holly? Have you heard a word I said?"

"Oh I'm sorry mom, I was daydreaming."

"Come on Holly, get with me here. This is the plan: you and I will clean up the dishes while your dad starts on the lights and Ricky brings in the Christmas Ornaments. By the time we finish in here they should be ready for us to start putting on decorations. Do we have any tinsel."

"Oh mom, no tinsel this year, it's such a mess to clean up," Holly said.

"No tinsel?"

Dad and Ricky shook their heads, "No."

"Okay, no tinsel, but what's a Christmas without tinsel."

"Kind of like a Christmas without snow?" Ricky replied.

"There was a time it snowed in the valley here, on Christmas Day too," Holly's father said.

"Yeah, yeah and we both were too young to remember," Ricky said.

They finished up decorating the tree and storing the empty boxes early that afternoon. Mom decided they all should go to the movies and refused to take no for an answer, so they loaded up in the car hand headed to the movies. Of course once they got there they couldn't decide which one to see. They had a choice of five different movies and each chose a different one, so they compromised and all four went into the one none of them chose. So much for democracy, they ended up seeing one none of them wanted to see.

On the way home they picked up some pizza for dinner and spent the rest of the evening eating and laughing over the ridiculous movie they saw. To make up for all that, they put on "White Christmas" which kept them up until nearly midnight. By the time they headed upstairs Holly was exhausted, so she quickly took a shower and climbed into bed.

She began thinking about the next morning and what she might do with Ricky while her mom and dad slept in. Realizing it had gone too far with her taking her brother in her mouth, she planned to simply calm it some and set some rules, getting back to the no touching. It would be hard because it all felt so good, so right, but she knew it was wrong.

Holly was just beginning to doze off when she thought she saw something move. As she tried to clear her eyes she felt her covers pulled off her bed and before she could say anything she felt a hand on her mouth. Ricky was looking down at her as he whispered, "Shhh, or they will hear you."

When he removed his hand Holly asked, "Ricky what are you doing?"

"What you did to me this morning was so incredible, I wanted to make you feel as good," he said, then Holly felt him quickly pull off her panties.

Whispering, "No," she tried to close her legs, but Ricky had his hands firmly planted on her thighs, pushing them apart. She tried to fight him, but he was just too strong. Relenting she then felt his warm, moist breath on her thighs and then on her pussy. Realizing what he was about to do, she whispered, "Oh Ricky no, let me go wash myself."

"You'll wake them up, besides I want to taste you," he said just as he plunged his tongue between her lips, pushing into her pussy. The quick penetration felt uncomfortable, but as he slowly moved his tongue, the soft sensations began to calm her.

Holly's brother continued moving his tongue around inside her and she knew her pussy was very wet so he had plenty of her to taste. Her resolve completely gone, she spread her legs as wide as she could, letting him do anything, everything he wanted to do. In a few minutes she felt his tongue slip out of her and move slowly up her slit, but just as she noticed how empty her pussy felt, his fingers eased inside her. She wasn't sure how many, but it was more than one because she for feel it as they moved around. His tongue moved onto her clit and she raised her hips, giving him more, wanting more. The sensations were incredible as he softly moved around her clit and then sucked it between his lips while teasing it with his tongue.

All the while Ricky was gently caressing her clit with his lips and tongue, his fingers was exploring her pussy, moving over the walls, sliding in and out and then in a circular motion. Holly felt him do things to her she never thought possible, the sensations were so much more than she ever felt with anyone. God it was good, so good, she moaned loudly and said, "Yes, yes," and she came, her pussy flooding Ricky's fingers with her juices, the soft walls of her cunt contracting on them again and again.

Remembering what she told him that morning, he moved his head away from her clit as she came, knowing it simply got too sensitive after orgasm. Worried about the noise she made he looked up at the door and when he heard a knock, he quickly pulled his fingers out of his sister's pussy and slipped through the door back into his room.

"Holly, are you alright in there? I heard a noise."

"Yes, mother," she said, trying not to sound out of breath. "I was on the phone with Amie, did I get too loud?"

"Well I heard you and wondered?"

"I'm okay, sorry I got so loud, I'll be quiet."

"I don't want you to wake your brother up," her mom said, "Now good night."

"Oh mom."

"Yes?"

"Merry Christmas," Holly said.

"Merry Christmas, now say goodnight to Amie and go to sleep."

Leaving her panties on the floor where Ricky had tossed them, she pull the covers up over herself, thinking, "I do want to wake my brother up with my own Christmas surprise." She closed her eyes, her pussy still tingling a bit.



Holly Watches Ch. 08



Holly woke up early Christmas morning and although she saw it was only six-fifteen she knew she would not be able to go back to sleep. Feeling like she was a child again, giddy over the upcoming excitement, dreaming of the wonderful treats awaiting her and frustrated at needing to wait until someone else woke up to open the door, she climbed out of be and peeked through the keyhole into her brother's room. Ricky was still asleep, so she pulled her chair over near the window and she watched the sun rise.

Looking out over the houses across their street she wondered what it might be like if everything was covered in a blanket of white. Snow at Christmas, snow at any time would be such a wonderful surprise, especially in the valley where the temperature was expected to go into the eighties. Instead of building a snowman, Holly figured she could sunbathe, that is if the rains stay away.

Heading back to the door, she peeked through the keyhole again but her brother was still sleeping. To kill some time she made up her bed and cleaned up her room, actually grabbing a rag and dusting off some of her furniture and shelves. The more she consciously tried to not to think about what she was about to do with her brother, the more the images flashed though her mind.

What they had done so far was more than she ever thought they would and to be honest, if she knew it would go this far she probably would have been afraid to start anything. Of course, knowing what she does now, she wouldn't have changed a thing, except for when she hit her brother. Some people might think it wrong, but all it really was is a joyful exploration with someone each cared very deeply about. It was sexy, but what is more natural than sharing and experimenting with a sibling and besides, they didn't really have sex, not all the way.

Remembering how Ricky snuck into her room the night before, how he opened her legs and then the things he did to her, inside and out, she felt an urgent tingling. She had never put her panties back on after her brother took them off her, so now as she moved her hand between her legs, her fingers slid through her hair and down her slit. When she pushed her finger though her lips and into her pussy she wasn't surprise to find it wet, wet and ready.

Glancing over at the clock she could see it was about seven twenty and although she wanted to let her brother sleep, she couldn't wait anymore. Like a child tip-toeing down the stairs, filled with excitement over finally being able to see the Christmas presents, Holly slowly opened her door and slid past the shelves in Ricky's room. Unbuttoning her nightshirt as she crept over to his bed, she let the shirt fall to the floor and then stood looking down on him.

He face seemed contented, a slight smile curled on his lips. It had been warm the night before so he didn't have a shirt on. Holly looked at the slight wisps of dark hair on her brother's chest, how it seemed to gather in the center and then swirl out over his nipples. Glancing further down she could see his erection poking up inside his jockey shorts. She thought about reaching out and waking him by taking hold of his cock but she saw his head turn towards her.

"Oh, good morning," he whispered, reaching a hand up and touching her breast, "This is nice."

"Merry Christmas," Holly said leaning forward and climbing onto the bed. Ricky scooted over some and then sat up and worked his underwear off. Holly lifted her leg over him and kneeled above him straddling his face. Thinking that the first thing she saw on Christmas Morning was the sunrise, the first thing Ricky would see was his sister's pussy as it settled onto his face.

Feeling her brother's tongue slide into her, she wrapped her hand around his hard cock and began to stroke it, squeezing it hard as she moved her hand out to the head, milking the pre-cum into a tiny pool. She then dipped her tongue in, savoring the bitter taste before sliding the head of his cock into her mouth and sucking up the clear fluid. Continuing to stroke his shaft she ran her tongue around the head, circling him.

As Holly bobbed her head up and down on her brother's cock, she was becoming increasingly more distracted as the sensations Ricky was creating on her clit and inside her pussy. She could feel his tongue flicking lightly over her clit, the featherlike sensation was beginning to course deep inside her where his fingers were delightfully pumping in and out. Feeling the pleasure building her mouth slipped off his cock.

Rubbing her face over his glistening erection she let herself be absorbed into his tongue and fingers, giving herself to the sensation, letting him please her with his every flick of the tongue, with each penetration of his fingers, with each hot breath he exhaled over her sensitive flesh. Raising up on her hands, she ground her pussy onto his face, her juices coating his lips, chin and cheeks as she moved over him, feeling him, only him. When she came, she fell back down onto him, her breasts pressed on his stomach, her hair flopping over his cock and balls, her pussy pressed so tightly to him he had to turn his head to catch his breath.

Her pussy seemed to pulse forever, contracting on his fingers and then releasing. It was several minutes before she felt him gently remove his fingers. She turned around and kissed his face, her lips and cheeks sticking to him as her juices dried on him. Without thinking about it, she moved over him, this time straddling his hips. Reaching down she grabbed his cock and slid it back and forth over her clit and then down her slit. Teasing him some, she watched as her lips folded over the head of his cock as its tip pushed against, but not into her opening.

Suddenly she paused, realizing what was happening. She looked at his face and saw his eyes wide open. She could see a fear in his eyes and yet could also see love, overwhelming desire and maybe a hint of guilt, perhaps he was seeing the same emotions in her face. Staring at each other, she slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling her pussy open to a man's cock for the first time. Feeling a slight twinge of pain, she winced and then continued her slow descent onto her brother's cock. Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch she descended as their expressions of fear changed to only desire and pleasure.

Holly could never know the soft warmth that her brother felt as he slid into her, he would never know how she felt as his cock filled her completely. As she reached the hilt, they remained motionless for several seconds absorbing the feeling, the incredible sensation of being joined closer than they ever thought possible, the knowledge that they were experiencing together a joy few people would every experience, a closeness they could never share with anyone else.

Sliding back up the length of her brother's cock Holly felt him slipping away, only to plunge back, filling her again. She moved up and down losing him and then drawing him in again. They moved faster, Ricky lifting his hips to drive himself up into her, Holly letting herself fall onto him, impaling herself in the wet pleasure. Wanting to make it last forever, she tried to slow down, but her body demanded more, frantically crashing back onto him. Again and again, the pleasure, the need, and the strength of him thrusting into her.

Their world became this, only this, the wet softness of her, the firm strength of him, joined, crashing together, giving and taking an incredible joy, building and building, higher and higher until, until, until they came. Ricky's cock exploded into her, spurting his cum deep inside her as her pussy pulsated on him, squeezing and releasing his cock, the walls of her cunt caressing him, drawing his cum deeper into her.

Holly remained on top of him, her pussy pressed against him, not wanting him to leave her body. She could feel his hands holding her breasts, gently squeezing them as if in search of a way to please her more as his cock slowly softened and slipped further and further out of her. When she finally pulled herself off of him, letting his soft cock slid out into the cold air, their skin stuck together some where their juices had dried.

Sitting on the bed beside her brother, she looked down at him and whispered, "I've never done that before."

Ricky looked at her in amazement, "You were a virgin? Oh Holly, what have we done?"

She answered her with silence, the emotions of it all overwhelming her, as it did her brother. The guilt became a heavy weight, seeming to take over, sapping them of the strength, making each delightful tingle a reminder of what they had let happen. The dampness between her legs felt cold and sticky, she needed a shower. Standing up she grabbed her nightshirt, slipped her arms in and buttoned it up.

It wasn't until later, as the hot water in the shower streamed over her body, that she begin to get control of her emotions. What had just happened with her brother was so beautiful, so exciting and felt so, so good, how could it be wrong? What better way to experience her first time than with someone she knew loved her unequivocally.

Holly was surprised it didn't really hurt, figuring that dildo Amie got her as a gag gift last year must have stretched or broken her hymen earlier. There was a little blood on the washcloth as she washed off this morning, but it was hardly noticeable. She finished showering playing the images from that morning in her head over and over. By the time she showered and dressed, the weight she had felt earlier was gone. She'd talk to Ricky later and make sure he looked at it the way she did. It really was beginning to look a lot like Christmas.



Holly Watches Ch. 09



Holly's parents woke up around ten, so by ten-thirty they all were gathered around the Christmas Tree, eating honey buns and sipping on juice or coffee. Holly passed out the gifts while Ricky trailed her with a large garbage bag picking up the torn wrapping paper. It might have seemed like a normal Christmas morning to most anyone watching, in fact, Holly's parents never noticed a thing, but Holly saw how quiet Ricky was the entire morning.

Throughout the day she tried to pull her brother aside and talk to him about it, but he remained staring at the TV watching football all day with their dad. By three o'clock Holly was in the kitchen helping her mother prepare Christmas Dinner while Ricky remained in the living room. During dinner he got a bit more talkative, but he seemed to be avoiding Holly, not ignoring her, it was more subtle. He'd talk, responding to her conversation, but it seemed almost too polite.

It wasn't until the family had gone to bed that Holly had an opportunity to talk privately with Ricky. Opening the door between their rooms, she noticed the shelves seemed closer to the door than they had been. Still able to squeeze past she slipped into Ricky's room and was sitting at his desk waiting for him as he came from taking his shower. 

Slipping in his door he looked over and said, "Oh hi Holly."

"Do you want to tell me what is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh Ricky, don't play stupid. And did you move your shelves back?"

"My shelves?'

"Yes, your shelves, I could barely fit through. Did you move them back closer to the door?"

"No, of course not... I didn't move them," he replied, then he paused, rubbed his face and said, "Yes I moved them."

"But why Ricky? What is going on?"

"Holly, it's wrong."

"How can it be wrong?"

"You were a virgin and I did that to you."

"Did what?"

"I took your virginity."

"You took my virginity, if I recall correctly, it was me who climbed on top of you, me who put you inside me and me that lowered down onto you. And besides I loved it."

"Oh come on, in years to come you'll look back on how you lost your virginity and you'll think..."

"I'll think it was the most beautiful, fulfilling experience I could have ever had. I mean what was the alternative, to have some guy who's only interested in getting a quick fuck, shove his cock into me. This way I shared an incredibly loving moment with someone I knew loved me, with someone who wanted to please me, with someone that made love to me. How could I have even wished or dreamed for anything more?"

"I don't know Holly, it feels so good and right, but I still feel guilty about it, it digs at me, I can't help but feeling I am hurting you."

"Hurting me, Ricky I am the one starting everything. It bothered me too, still does now and then, but when I see you, feel you close to me I just know it's not wrong. It can't be."

"Look Holly, I just need to work this out for myself."

She reached over hand held his head with both hands and said, "Ricky, you're my big brother and I have loved you ever since I was tiny. I don't want to ever do anything to hurt you. I'll wait while you figure it out, but keep in mind you'll be going back to school then and after that we'll be leading lives of our own. That's the point, I know this won't go too far because after you go back to school we simply move on with our lives. We enjoy ourselves while we can and then well..."

"Just give me some time."

"Okay Ricky, but keep in mind it's just a few days and you'll be heading back to school."

"I know, I know," he said.

Holly kissed him firmly on the forehead and whispered, "I love you Ricky."

"I love you too sis."

Holly slipped past the bookshelves and back into her room, quietly closing her door. She felt tears begin to stream down her face, wondering if they would ever... No, she refused to give up on it all. Climbing into bed she was resolved to figure something out.

The next several days were uneventful with Ricky watching football, hanging out with a few friends and actually going out on a date or two, not with Liz. Holly spent some time over at Amie's carefully talking about her "watching" Ricky, basically describing peeking at him through the keyhole. Amie chided her about begin too afraid to hid in his closet and Holly took it all with a smile. If Amie only knew. "If she only knew," Holly wondered to herself, "what would she think of me?"

New Year's came and went along with a slew of football games on TV and Holly was about to give up on her and Ricky, trying to content herself with what they had done together. On the night before he left, after she had gone to bed, she heard a noise at the door into Ricky's room. Her door opened and she looked over and saw Ricky standing in her room.

"Holly, are you awake?"

"Yes," she said, sitting up.

"I was wondering, can we... ah, I'd like to watch you, like we first did. Watch each other play with ourselves."

"That would be nice," Holly replied, thinking of how excited she felt the first time they did that.

"Should I..."

"No, no, go back into your room. I'm come in there."

She followed him into his room and quickly unbuttoned her nightshirt and pulled off her panties. Climbing onto his bed she got on her back, spread her legs and moved her hands up to her nipples. Moving her palms over her nipples gently, she watched her brother toy with his nipples and saw his cock, which was partially hard when they started, become completely erect.

Holly continued toying with her nipples longer than she normally would have, waiting until her brother reached for his cock before she touched her pussy. When he finally reached down and took hold of himself Holly noticed the glistening pre-cum and wished she could taste it. Instead, she pushed her fingers into herself, letting her juiced thoroughly lubricate them before moving to her clit.

As she began running her fingers over her clit she noticed he had moved closer to her and she could feel his leg brushing against her inner thigh, much like when they first did this. Unlike before, this time she reached out and firmly grabbed his cock, pulling him toward her. Reaching down with her other hand, she pulled her lips apart and guided his cock. Ricky didn't resist her, in fact he followed her lead, leaning forward and pushing himself into her.

By his second or third thrust she could feel the urgency in her brother, so she concentrated on him, using her hands on his thighs, coaxing him to push deeper and faster. She reached her hands up and toyed with his nipples, whispering, "Come on Ricky come for me, come inside me."

That was all he could take as he suddenly arched his back, plunged his cock deep into her pussy and came, filling her with his cum. He paused a moment as his cock twitched inside her a couple of times. He started to move, but Holly put her hand on his chest and shook her head.

"But what about you?"

"This is good."

"But you didn't' come."

"Will you do something else instead?"

"What's that?" he asked.

"Let me sleep with you. I want to be naked with you all night."

He nodded, and then asked, "But what about mom and dad?"

"My door is locked and I'll leave this door open in case they knock."

"Okay, but I get this side of the bed," he said, diving onto the bed.

"And this side is mine," Holly replied snuggling up against her brother, pressing her damp pussy against his thigh. "Good night Ricky."

"Good night Holly."

"I love you."

"I love you too," he replied.

The next morning she awoke, still snuggled tight against him. He was still sleeping soundly, but as she glanced down she saw his erection. Thinking to herself, "Best one of the day," she figured out the perfect way to wake him up. Rolling onto her back she carefully moved her hand down and began caressing her clit, slowly working herself up until when she slipped her fingers into her pussy she could feel she was wet.

She carefully got up onto her knees and then straddled him. Confirming he was still asleep, she gently took his cock and lowered herself onto him. He stirred a bit when her fingers touched his cock, but didn't come fully awake until her pussy lips first kissed the tip of his cock. Watching him open his eyes she stared at him as he watched his cock slowly disappear into her wet pussy. He didn't move and while he was trying to blink the sleep from his eyes his sister began to move up and down, driving herself upon him and the drawing herself up his length, then crashing down upon him. Now the urgency was hers as each time she felt him deep inside her she wiggled from side to side, rubbing her clit on him before sliding up his enormous pole.

The pleasure was intense for Holly and this time when she came, Ricky hadn't, so her pussy pulsated on his complete, massive erection. She was open to him, her pussy walls contracting on him as he filled her like never before. In a few moments she recovered and then let him have his turn, reaching down and pinching his nipples as she slid up and down on him, feeling him thrust upward into her. Just as she saw he was coming she let herself go, and came with him, their bodies writhing together in the ecstasy.

Collapsing upon him she whispered, "Oh Ricky, I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'll miss you too Holly, but I'll be back at spring break," he lied. "I wish I knew we were going to do this, I have condoms I should have worn one."

"Oh don't worry Ricky, it's simply the wrong time of the month for me to worry about that," she lied.

After kissing him hard on the mouth, she picked up her panties and nightshirt and returned to her room. By the time Ricky was packed and ready to go Holly had showered and fixed herself up enough so no one knew she had been crying most of the morning. Holly waved as Ricky blew her a kiss and climbed into the car. She watched the car head up the road and disappear around a corner. She never knew she could hurt this bad.



Holly Watches Ch. 10: Epilogue



 

After weaving her way through the mazelike entrance to the airport, Holly finally found herself pulling up to the curb at the arrivals area of the airport.  She spotted Ricky standing there with a couple of bags and quickly pulled up and popped her trunk.  Watching him toss his bags in the trunk, she quickly unlocked the car door and then leaned over an gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek as he climbed into the car.

“Were you waiting very long?”

“No, just a few minutes, the flight actually got in early.”

“I’ve been behind schedule all day, what with the funeral and all, I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Actually,” Ricky replied, looking at his watch, “you’re right on time, actually I only had to wait about five minutes.”

“Who would have thought, all this time we worried you wouldn’t have time to get here and you actually get in early.”

He smiled and shrugged then asked, “How’s mom?”

“She’s doing quite well.  Dad had been sick for so long that she knew this was coming.  I think I was the one most surprised, I’d seen him about three months ago and… back then he seemed fine.  She was there every day so she knew it was happening.”

“Well are you okay Holly?”

Feeling a tear roll down her cheek she said, “Well, I’ve kept myself busy, that helped.”

Holly felt her brother’s hand gently touch her shoulder.  She wanted to fall into his arms but had to focus on the road.  Reaching a hand up, she took his hand, entwining her fingers into his.  It was hard to imagine it was over twenty years since she touched him.

“Ricky, what happened to you?”

“I got arrested.”

“No Ricky, how did you go from an A student at college to being locked up in prison for what, fifteen years?”

“It was all so bad, that spring break when instead of coming home I went off to Florida with some friends.”

“Friends?”

“Some people I knew, they were heading to Florida.  They planned to do some partying so I joined in.  I didn’t know about the drugs.”

“How could you not know?”

“I was stupid, I don’t know.  One of the girls really came on to me, so I went.  We got there, we partied, some of the guys disappeared for a while and then they came back.”

“You could have been hurt.”

“I know that, hell two of he girls died.  When we all got arrested they were looking for someone to make a deal.  I tried, but since I didn’t know anything I wasn’t any good to the police.  In the end they just treated me like one of the others, as if I really knew something but wasn’t talking.”

“Why didn’t you let dad get a lawyer?”

“I saw their faces when they came to see me, how disappointed they were.  Hell his business was down anyway and he’d have to mortgage the house and land just to put a good lawyer on retainer and who knows what it would costs.  I did what the others did, got a public defender.”

“And went to prison.”

“Guess I picked the wrong friends.”

“How can you be so flippant about it?”

“Damn Holly, what else can I be?  I was there and now I am out.  It was a bad deal, real bad but remember, two girls died.  She died.”

“Were you and her...”

“I thought we were, I mean after Christmas and us, well I met her and it took a while, but it started feeling... feeling... but she died.”

“Oh Ricky, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

They drove a while in silence, their fingers still entwined with each others.  Holly glanced over at her brother and saw how his face had seemed to harden.  His jaw was no longer smooth and rounded, it seemed more square.  His skin was wrinkled and weathered and looking down she noticed a hint of a tattoo on his arm, his sleeve covering the rest.

“When did you get out?”

“Couple of years ago, I’d met a woman, actually on line.  In the library we could use the computers and at one of the sites we were able to get to had some pen pal thing.  I guess she had a thing for ex-cons but we got to writing, then she came by to visit.  When I got out we moved in together.”

“You didn’t bring her?”

“Couldn’t afford the ticket, besides, I’m not sure how she would have done here.  Let’s change the subject, hey what about you, I heard you got married.”

“Well, divorced now.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be.  It was just one of those things, when our son Richard grew up we figured out we really had nothing in common.  So I packed up, moved out and we’ve been friends ever since.  Better friends than when we were married.”

“You didn’t finish college?”

“No, I got married in June and had Richard in October.  He was a month or so premature I think, but you can still do the math.”

“So you got pregnant...”

“In the early spring.  It was Amie’s brother.  He had flunked out of college so he was living with his family looking for a job.  I started dating him and one thing led to another and then the shotgun wedding.  Well no shotgun but you know what I mean.”

“You named him Richard.”

“Yeah, after you.  His dad’s name is Le Roy and I’m sorry one Le Roy Floy in this world is enough we certainly don’t need any Le Roy juniors running about.”

“Their last name is Floy?”

“Yeah, didn’t you know that, I mean Amie Floy that’s not too bad.  Her mom and dad must have been drunk when they figured out his name.  And let me tell you, Holly Floy is not all that good.

“Oh, we’re almost home.  Look, Richard gets in late tonight but he’ll spend the night with his father.  Both of them are pall bearers, we’ll meet them at the church before the service begins.”

“What time?” Ricky asked.

“Service starts at ten am; we need to be there no later than eight thirty.  There is a viewing this afternoon and then I thought, you, mom and I could go to dinner.  After the funeral there will be a big dinner with us, the Floys and several of mom’s friends.  When do you go back?’

“The day after the funeral.”

“So soon?”

“Yeah, my job.  It’s not real good, but I can’t afford to lose it.”

“Well, here we are,” Holly said, pulling into the driveway.

“So strange.”

“Strange?”

“Yeah,” Ricky replied, “so much has changed, but this all looks the same.”  

Holly opened the trunk, grabbed a bag and led Ricky into the house.  He followed her in carrying his other bag.

“Oh, we're both in our old rooms,” Holly said as they entered the door.

“Okay, that’s nice.”

The viewing later that evening was somber and uneventful as was dinner.  Emotionally and physically drained, everyone went straight to bed once they got home.  By the next morning as they prepared to go to the funeral the frantic pace had calmed some and Holly let herself believe things were going to be fine.

Things were fine until a few minutes before the funeral started when she spotted her son and called him over to introduce him to her brother Ricky.  As the two men shook hands she suddenly saw what she had never dared to believe.  Why hadn’t she seen it before?  If not years ago, she should have seen it when she saw Ricky at the airport.  The two men shaking hands before her, except for the difference in age, looked identical.

Holly suddenly felt dizzy and her vision seemed to be going black.  She felt herself beginning to fall then suddenly was sitting in a chair with her brother and son sitting on either side of her.

“What happened?”

“You nearly fainted, must be all the stress,” her brother said.

“You okay mom?” Richard asked.

“I think so, yeah I just felt so dizzy then.  You better go Richard, find your dad and the other pall bearers.”

“You’re sure you're okay.”

“Of course, you go now.  Find your dad.”

As her son left she looked over at Ricky and started crying.  He helped her stand up and headed over to where their mother was seated.  In a few minutes the service began.


Holly made it thought the funeral, the graveside services and the dinner without any other problems.  She rode home with her mother and brother.  Rather than her son sleeping on the couch, she asked Le Roy if Richard could stay with him again, so it was just the three of them.  They spent a few minutes puttering around, cleaning up around the house and then once again all three headed to their rooms.

After getting ready for bed Holly walked over to the door into Ricky’s and peeked through the keyhole.  He was in his bed reading a book.  Trying to be as quiet as possible, Holly grasped the doorknob, turned it and gently pulled on the door.  It didn’t move.  Figuring it was locked she went over to her drawer where she used to hide the key and pulled it open.  The key was there, right where she left it nearly twenty three years earlier.

Slipping the key into the keyhole, she unlocked the door and opened it, immediately noticing the shelves no longer blocked the doorway.  Looking over to the bed, she saw her brother looking at her over his reading glasses.

“The shelves are gone,” Ricky said to her.

“Yes, Richard sometimes used this room, so mom kind of redecorated.  She didn’t change my room, everything is just the same.”

“Is that good or bad?”

Ignoring his question she took a deep breath and asked, “Ricky, since your flight doesn’t leave until the afternoon I wonder if you could do something for me in the morning?”

“Sure, what is it you want done?”

“Could you go for a blood test?”

“A blood test?”

“You see I already have some of the paperwork but...”

“Holly, was Richard really born prematurely?”

“I don’t know, not for sure.”

“So February, March, April,” he was counting on his fingers as he spoke, “May, June, July, August, September and October.”

“Oh Ricky, I’m so sorry.  I really didn’t know, I didn’t dare think of it, it’s just that today when I saw you together, I just realized… I think, I think...” she burst into tears.

Dropping his book Ricky jumped up and moved over to Holly wrapping his arms around her.  He held her while she cried on his shoulder, as she mumbled trying to explain and as she cried some more.

“Holly, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” he said, holding her face in his hands and looking into her eyes.  “It’s okay.”  He then kissed her lightly on the mouth.

They stood, looking into each other’s eyes and then Ricky slowly tilted his head to the right and kissed her again, this time letting his tongue slip through his lips onto hers.  She opened her mouth and let her tongue meet his.

As they continued kissing Holly felt Ricky’s fingers unbuttoning her nightshirt, so she let her arms down and the nightshirt slipped off.  Breaking from their kiss, Holly bent over, pulled off her panties and climbed into bed.  She then watched Ricky pull off his underwear and move toward her.

Suddenly it was like twenty three years ago, yet it was so very different.  The overpowering need and urgency wasn’t there, it was a more comfortable desire, not a searing flame, more a warming ember as Holly felt Ricky slowly kiss her all over her face and then down her neck.  He gently cupped her breasts that now sagged a bit and moved his mouth over her nipple, sucking it, drawing it into his mouth.

He continued downward as she opened her legs feeling him kiss her stomach, then through her pubic hair.  His tongue slid down her thigh and then over to her lips.  Ricky moved slowly, exploring familiar territory that was changed, similar, but also new to him.  Holly felt his tongue enter her and move around inside her and she knew he was savoring her taste.  Wondering if it had changed any over the years, she began to move her hips, pushing up to him.

His tongue moved to her clit and slowly began to circle.  Holly savored the sensation, feeling the pleasure building inside her.  She reached her hand down and gently nudged his head away whispering, “I want to feel you inside me now,” as he looked up at her.

Holly watched him move up over her as she took his cock with one hand, pulled her lips apart with the other and then guided him into her.  The then moved together, slowly, lovingly drawing the pleasure out of each sensation.  As Ricky thrust deep inside his sister she felt herself filled with him and with each thrust she got closer and closer.  

Her orgasm came on slowly, wrapping around herself as she wrapped around him, her legs clenching at his ass, pulling him into her.  At just the right moment he thrust as deeply as he could and remained, letting her pussy convulse around him.  Only after the last of her pulsations subsided did Holly feel him begin to move again.

She now could feel his strength as he pushed into her, the length and girth of him filling her and the pulling away to fill her again.  His arms trembled and she could hear his breathing increasing.  Feeling his balls bounce against her with each of his thrusts she wanted to reach around and gently grasp them but before she could move he moaned and arched his back, coming inside her.  For a moment he held himself above her, braced on his arms, his eyes closed, his face contorted in ecstasy.  He then collapsed upon her and Holly felt her brother’s weight pressing on her breasts, his cock just beginning to soften inside her.

Ricky slid over beside his sister and then kissed her face over her eyes, then down to her mouth.  As she kissed him back, she could feel his soft, wet cock limply resting on her thigh.  Reaching down and taking it in her hand she whispered, “Oh Ricky, it was so good.”

She slept with her brother for the last time that night.  The next morning she drove Ricky to the clinic and gave them copies of some blood work she had from her son.  The clinic there had to send the samples and information off for the testing so it would be several days before they got the final word back.

“Holly, I’m going to see if I can’t delay my flight for a day or two,” Ricky said as they drove back from the clinic.

“But what about your job.”

“They can do okay for a few days, I just scheduled the flight earlier because I thought I’d need to get away.  Now I’d like to stick around and get to know Richard a little better, uncle to nephew, if it’s okay with you.”

“I think that would be nice Ricky.  But please, regardless what the blood test tells us...”

“I know, I know, I won’t tell him.  It will be our little secret.”

“Le Roy was such a good dad, I’d hate to do anything to mess that up.”

“Don’t worry, I’m Uncle Ricky.”

“Thank you Ricky, I love you,” she said reaching over and taking her brother’s hand.

I love you too sis.”


Ricky caught the later flight home and when the mail came several days later he took the envelope marked personal and confidential.  Reading the results of the tests he knew they confirmed what he knew ever since he saw Richard.  A tear rolled down over his cheek as he slipped the paper back into the envelope and ran them both through the shredder.

Back home Holly was getting ready for bed.  Her suitcase was partially packed so she could get an early start the next day.  With Ricky gone, Richard was back in the room in Holly mother’s house.  They planned to load up the car by nine and head out toward his college shortly afterwards.  From there it was a short drive to where Holly lived.

Holly was about to turn off the light when she heard a noise from Richard’s room.  She moved over to the door and peeked through the keyhole.  Richard was naked, sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs spread wide open.  His cock was fully erect, curving upward and leaning a bit, looking so much like Ricky’s cock, perhaps a bit longer, but thinner.  

She continued watching as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and began stroking.  Slipping her hand into her panties, she slid her fingers down her slit and slipped them into her pussy wetting them.  Moving them up to her clit she began circling slowly, matching the rhythm of her son’s strokes up and down his cock.