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It Begins Ch. 04

By: KathysClown



Author's note: I seem to be getting many compliments for the slower pace of this series, and still a few that want it picked up a bit. It's my feeling that each little episode deserves it's own attention, and that attention gets diminished if it is all thrown together. Doing it this way I can add the details needed to hopefully frame each occurrence for it's own worth. For those of you who like that, enjoy.

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Over the next couple weeks we became bolder and bolder, at least when we were totally alone. If anyone was home, due home or coming over we cooled it. Neither of us wanted to get caught. On that we were unanimous.

The kissing slacked off a bit. My best guess at that was because Kathy would get too turned on and had very little control. I suppose it scared her to be out of control and leave the judgment to anyone but herself. That was probably a correct judgment.

But the naked games got hotter. Neither of us hardly ever got dressed without the other one seeing, at least when no one was home. We posed for one another in various stages of undress as well. Kathy especially liked posing semi nude or nude in a teasing fashion. She loved turning me on and knowing that she could, at a moment's notice, with or without my permission.

I remember getting a call from a girl one morning and Kathy answered it. She handed me the phone and then as I talked to her she stood maybe five feet away and stripped - slowly and very sexy. Ever try to carry on a conversation with a beautiful girl stripping right there in front of you, much less your own sister!

There was very little touching however. She'd let me touch her breasts occasionally but not extended building type touching. Probably same reason as the kissing. It was still the best couple weeks I'd ever experienced up to that time.

It progressed until she was about to shower one morning. We used to normally shower at night but she was this morning for some reason. I watched her get naked to shower and then I asked if she wanted me to shower with her. She was definite that I NOT. I expected as much since there was bound to be touching. But she said I was welcome to come in and watch.

I came in and sat on the toilet seat and watched as she climbed in and started to shower. It was so sexy watching the water and suds cascade down her back and over her perfect round cheeks or down the front of her between her breasts and over her navel to disappear between her legs. And when she took her wash cloth to her breasts and washed each, giving special time mostly for my enjoyment, I was enthralled.

But the best part was washing her pussy. Not sure if it was her norm, but she saved that part for last. She began scrubbing it with a very soapy cloth. She gave a little moan for my benefit. Then after seeing how hard I was she began to wash it with just a soapy hand with her leg up on the tub where I could see everything. "Oh wow that feels soooooooo good" she groaned. After washing it and stroking it and rubbing between her lips and all around it, she straightened up to rinse off.

"Keep it up," I entreated.

"Nooo way," she giggled as the water rinsed her thoroughly.

I was happy to just be witnessing all this so I didn't really expect her to masturbate for me. But I had to give it a try. As she finished up rinsing, I was still concentrating on the thought of her masturbating in the throws of an orgasm. I didn't say anything until she shut the shower off.

Do you masturbate Sis," I blurted out. We were by then close enough to ask at least. It was still a shock to her that I asked I think, because she paused and looked amazed.

She didn't answer but went on drying herself as we chatted, naked all the while, like some married couple. She finally said, "Do you? Well I know YOU do."

I said, "How do you know that. We're not spying are we?"

She answered, "Well I take that as a yes then," giggling. "If you wondered if I was spying, then that means there must be something to spy on."

I blushed at her Sherlock Holmes type deduction and didn't answer.

"Besides, I figured when we mess around and you leave to go to the bathroom all the time, there must be a connection," she smirked.

Trying to defend myself, (it was a bit of a put down for guys to be known to masturbate back then), I said, "You don't know that."

She let out a solid laugh at that but said nothing. Then from out of nowhere as she finished drying her foot, she said, "Yeah I masturbate too. Most people do I suppose."

That's what I loved most about my sister lately. She could have enjoyed playing up my embarrassment here, but instead she not only dropped it but gave me ammunition.

My thoughts were certainly not on embarrassing her of course. They were picturing this beautiful hunk of womanhood lying on a bed, naked, legs parted, eyes closed and fingering herself. I had seen all the parts, but not the whole. I'd even seen her just now stroking herself and the thought that it might have been real had I not been there was electrifying.

"That doesn't shock you does it," she asked of my silence. "Oh no, of course not. I just never thought..." I stopped because I remembered her questioning of what I think of her and this began to sound like I now being judgmental of her.

"You didn't think girls did it too?" she giggled.

"I suppose not," I snickered.

"Oh Michael, girls do it every bit as much as boys!"

I liked where this was headed: chatting about masturbation with my naked sister. She had finished drying and instead of wrapping in a towel to head to her room as she would have a month ago, she simply walked out naked with me following behind all the way into her room.

"So what gets a girl excited enough to masturbate," I continued.

She laughed uncomfortably and said, "Oh my, what a broad question. I suppose the same things that get boys excited enough to do it."

"So did you do it after we..." I paused and didn't finish.

She was at her dresser to get some panties and a bra. She stopped and straightened up, but didn't face me. She did glance at me several times in the mirror and then away pretending to wait for the conclusion of my sentence, but obviously deciding on an answer. She nodded yes, looking at me now for my reaction.

"So it excited you then as much as it did me, did it?" I queried.

She took a pair of blue satin panties out of the drawer and sat on the bed, taking no precautions to keep her legs closed. She wasn't even looking my way. She nodded yes, with a rather serious face, but then smiled quickly looking up at me.

"I'm really glad," I said.

"Are you? Why?" she said throwing the pressure back on me.

I actually turned myself away from my naked sister with her legs spread feeling suddenly shy and answered, "I guess just because I enjoyed it SO much I just hoped you did too." Then I turned back to her to see her reaction, just as she stood to pull up her panties. Even with the conversation going as it was, it was still hard to concentrate with her naked presence.

Standing there topless in her pretty blue panties, she put her hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead saying, "Yes I did... very much," as calmly as if she'd just told me she liked blueberries.

"I wonder if you could show me sometime how a woman does it," I managed to get out through shaky lips, and I blushed.

She had picked up her bra to put it on and had put it over her shoulders with her back to me waiting for me to snap it up. She looked back, eyebrows raised and mouth open and said, "What, how we masturbate?? That's going a bit too far, don't you think."

Feeling bolder as I held the straps of her bra in my fingers and snapped up each hook one by one slowly to enjoy the act, I said, "Well you don't have to do it. I just meant to show me how."

"Uh huh," she said, adjusting the cups of her bra, "I think you know how we do it and just want to watch," she said looking back smiling in nearly a laugh.

I said nothing but finished up hooking her bra. When I finished, she gave one more adjustment and turned towards me. I was just looking down depressed that she had not only seen through my question, but sounded as if she'd closed out the subject completely.

But then she said, "Actually you saw a demonstration in the shower."

Yes, I had hadn't I. I suppose she was right and I just wanted a vivid demonstration or better yet the real thing. I shook my head yes and headed out.

As I reached the door, she said, "Michael... we'll see. Maybe one day when I'm really horny," and she blushed at the fact that such a statement even left her mouth.

"Thanks, that would be exciting!," I said with more of an admiring smile than a conquest, and I left her room. I left the room of my older sister in her bra and panties finishing dressing! Clearing my head, I turned and came back to see her bending to get a top from the chair.

"What" she said seeing me in the doorway.

"Nothing. You surprised me so much I almost forgot to finish watching you dress. I never get tired of that."

She smiled her pleasure at my response.

It wasn't long after that incident, maybe a weekend went by, when that morning after breakfast we were sitting at the table. She was still in her gown and robe and I was dressed in my shorts and T-shirt as usual. We were done eating but still sort of chatting. She was talking more than usual and I could tell she had something on her mind.

"I had a very erotic dream last night," she said with almost a mock blush.

That perked me up and I said, "Oh yeah, what was it about?"

"Oh, you're going to think I'm terrible," she said to brace me.

"Let me be the judge of that," I reassured her.

"Oh, you'll think I'm terrible," she stumbled.

"Is it that you don't want me to think badly of you, or you don't want me to think naughty things ABOUT you," I snickered to break up the tension and to clarify things.

"I don't want you to think badly of me," she emphasized.

"Kathy, by now you have to know that the thought of you in any sexual situation is a pure turn on for me, not disgusting in ANY way," I said. "out with it!"

"OK, well it was about you and I," she said pausing to see my reaction.

"Ummm, go on. Sounds even better." I said.

"You remember the other day when you asked to see me masturbate," she went on.

"Sure," I said.

Taking a large inhale and exhale for bravery she said, "Well in this dream, you were sitting at the end of my bed and I was at the other end... and we were masturbating together," she said nervously getting up and clearing her stuff from the breakfast table.

"Wow, sounds like a great idea," I chuckled.

She didn't answer but continued clearing things.

I got up too taking my bowl to the sink and rinsing it out and said, "So did that make you masturbate for real?"

Facing me with her head down but eyes looking my way as best she could she said, "I woke up humping," and snickered embarrassingly.

"So you must have thought that was a pretty good thing to happen I suppose?" I said, not really expecting her to answer. And she didn't.

There was a pregnant pause and I finally broke the silence with, "Would you like to try it?"

Another long pause without looking my way. "Maybe sometime..." she almost whispered sheepishly staring at whatever she was doing.

"No time like the present," I said.

She looked my way I guess to see if I was serious and I began to open my belt, holding it there with it partially open awaiting and answer.

"OK," was all she said and it was all I needed to hear.

I left the dishes, nearly ran to her room and had my shoes, pants, and underpants off before she even got to the door. I had grabbed one of her pillows and was sitting at the end of her bed as she had described in her dream. "Like this," I asked as she walked in.

"Oh my gosh," she said, hands over her mouth in mock shock, giggling and blushing simultaneously.

She walked to the bed checking out my now throbbing hard-on and as she approached she removed her robe and threw it to the chair. Stopping she reached up under her gown, and without showing anything, grabbed her panties and pulled them down and off, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor - very uncharacteristic of her.

She propped the pillow at the head of the bed and crawled up to lean on it. Her knees were up the way she was sitting but with her gown covering them and legs together. I couldn't see a thing, but I just waited. This was, after all, her dream.

She slid the gown up off her knees and raising up, slipped it out from under her as well, but all the while her legs were tight together, knees up. I could barely see her face.

I hadn't yet started doing anything and we sat naked from the waist down staring at each other silently; she waiting on me, I waiting on her.

Finally, as if she'd resolved something, she reached down and lifted the gown, slipping it up over her head. She set it on the bed next to her. I followed suit removing my T-shirt.

Again we sat opposite each other, this time naked, waiting for some signal. Yet nothing was said. I just awaited her lead.

Slowly, with her feet together, she began parting her knees, opening them out and down like some erotic flower opening. There was poetry there and a symmetry. The sexual nature of the bond between us was indeed blooming here.

As they spread wide, the full extent of her womanly treasures became visible to me in the glow of the morning sun. Her bushy mound, surrounding the pink and swollen slit below was like the center - the nectar of this beautiful flower.

I stretched my legs until my feet each touched her knees. I just knew I had to be touching her during this.

"Go on," she invited.

I wrapped my right hand around the lower part of my shaft without moving it. I wrapped it on the lower part I suppose because it would show my length better (pride) and because it was the least sensitive part, and I knew I wouldn't take long to cum in this situation. I wanted to last. Luckily, I had already masturbated once this morning before getting up or I might have cum just holding myself and watching her!

As my hand wrapped slowly around my shaft, she licked her middle finger and reached down between her legs. I saw her begin to slowly rotate that finger up under her clit and occasionally dip down inside and slide up some wetness there.

I began to slowly stroke my cock. and we both began a timid smile that broadened as we manipulated ourselves. I couldn't believe what was going on right in front of me. My sister was actually going to get herself off here in plain view and I was going to jack off in front of her! I was getting close already even having cum once today.

I stopped and got up to get her panties off the floor for the inevitable. She stopped to see why but grinned as I brought them back. "I want to cum in these if it's OK with you," I said sheepishly.

She grinned and nodded but I don't think she ever stopped fingering.

Her eyes would close with pleasure and then open again trying to watch me. But as the pleasure built in her, they would stay closed longer and longer. There was no sound but our breathing, the bed movements and a slight sloshing of wetness from between her legs. I stroked and concentrated on the latter.

Soon she was close to an orgasm and I could hear in her moans and utterances of my name. It was a fantasy come alive! My older sister, naked, legs spread across from me, fingering and calling my name. I felt that sweet sensation starting to concentrate in my groin.

Her eyes opened as I groaned heavily forgetting the panties and began to shoot cum up on my stomach and chest.

With that she gave a heaving moan and plunged her fingers deep into herself, then closing her legs tightly on her hand. Eyes closed she bit her lip and sat tensed as the waves of passion traversed through her.

She opened her eyes and began breathing again with a girlish giggle. I was slumped panting across from her still holding myself and I began to giggle myself.

I took the panties and began wiping myself as it ran. She opened her legs, removing her hand, and straightening out her legs, she laid them spread outside of mine.

"Give me something, quick please," she said in some urgency again with her arm out, lifting her legs and leaving them spread once more.

I stopped what I was doing and handed her my underpants, watching what she did with them. She lifted up and wiped her pussy from beneath her leg to what looked like all the way back under her crack. Then she knelt up on one knee looking beneath her.

"What's wrong," I asked.

"Damn, I got my spread wet!" was her answer.

She hopped up still naked of course revealing a small wet patch where she had been sitting. She hurried to her closet and grabbed a hair dryer and plugged it in. Each bend gave me a gorgeous view of her luscious nakedness from a different perspective. Yet she moved as if I weren't there.

Turning it on, she lifted the end of the spread and fanned the dryer back and forth over the spot. Holding it up I could see it was maybe 3 or 4 inches in diameter.

I got up and she said, "Here hold this while I get a towel to put under it."

Brushing our nakedness against one another as I took it from her she hurried off to the bathroom for a towel. I leaned in to smell the scent while she was out. It was heavenly and impossible to describe. All I can say is it smelled of Kathy.

She suddenly walked in as I was bent over the spot smelling it and said, "Michael, what are you doing?"

Shocked at her discovery I fumbled with, "I was... just looking... to see how deep it had soaked." Not bad for a spur of the moment excuse I thought.

"Does it smell," was her concern.

I looked back to see if the comment was to show that she knew what I was doing or whether she wanted an honest answer. "It smells awesome," I heard myself confess.

"Maybe we need to stick it in the washer," she went on.

"No, it's drying here nicely. Doesn't seem to have even soaked completely through," I assured her.

"OK, here I'll do that if you want to get dressed," she said.

I gave her a screwy 'you've got to be kidding look' but handed her the blower. I stood there next to her bending over and noticed my cock hadn't gone down much after smelling her scent. Staring at her rear, I so wanted to bend and smell the real thing, but had enough sense to know that it would almost certainly freak her out.

She glanced back at me just standing there staring at her. She smiled knowingly and shook her head going back to the task at hand. As I just stood there frozen, she finally glanced back once more grinning and then shook her rear a bit, breaking my trance. 

We both laughed. She turned off the blower, felt the cloth and gave it a quick sniff. I said, "Here, let me do that for you," and and I did.

She just smiled broadly and shook her head in mock disbelief, unplugging the blower and taking it to her closet to put it away.

"Want to dress me," she asked.

"Yes please" I quickly replied.

She didn't give me a chance to select the lingerie this time but instead handed me a pair of pink satiny panties and a white bra.

I sat on the bed, opened the panties and held them out for her to step into. She leaned on my shoulders and put in one leg then the other. Then she bent down a bit farther and sniffed my chest! We both just chuckled.

I reached both sides of the panties then and pulled them up with her spreading her legs slightly at the last minute to let the gusset pull up in place. As she did I sniffed her there.

"Oh my gosh we're a sick pair aren't we," she laughed.

I looked up at her sort of puzzled and said, "No we're definitely two of a kind who know what we like."

Before she could move back, I leaned forward and, getting up, I kissed her bare nipple surprising her but not shocking her. Then getting behind her I reached out her with her bra for her to stick her arms in. She made no move to take it from me this time, but simply stuck her arms in the straps waiting for me to 'adjust' it. I did as casually as an 18 year old can adjust the bra cups on his 19 year old sister and then fastened the hooks behind her


It Begins Ch. 04



Next picking up the panties I had used to wipe the cum from myself, I sniffed them in the crotch and gave a groan of pleasure. Then as she watched in disbelief, I took the gooey wetness of my cum on them and spread it thoroughly over the crotch of her panties and sniffed again. "Ummm," was all I said.

"Give them to me," she said reaching out sounding almost bothered by this. But as she took them, she looked away then back at me still staring her way, then sniffed them herself, raising her eyebrows in approval. "Ummm, They do have a 'unique' scent to them," she commented. We both burst out laughing, I stark naked and my older sister in her sexy bra and panties that I had just put on her.

More to come...



It Begins Ch. 05



Author's note: For those of you who like this pace, I'm holding to it, gradually building. But for those of you who like more action, well we're getting closer now, so hang in there. For those who ask to make it more real, I think you need some more experience to find out what real is. One comment suggested it was fine to build it up like this but I should wait and give the whole story so as not to tease. I think the tease is all part of the enjoyment, knowing your reward is at the end. Remember, the excitement, planning and expectations of a journey are always part of the fun of any trip worth while.

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That first masturbation session with Kathy was the highlight of my sexual adventures up until that time. I had sex with a girl once before and that was awesome, but this - the naughtiness, the erotic nature of it - just seemed to surpass even that. Maybe it was the long term longings to see Kathy doing such a thing with my spying and all. But this went beyond that; beyond my wildest dreams or expectations. I had hoped to one day see it, not really expecting that hope to be fulfilled, yet it went far past just fulfillment. She did it specifically with and for me!

Needless to say I wanted to repeat that - repeat it over and over again. But I knew Kathy, and I knew pushing never worked with her. She needed to be in control. She needed to be the one who encouraged it. But I could at the very least keep the thought up there in her head in case the image of "dirtiness" tended to make her push it aside.

After we both were dressed that day, I must have followed her around like a lost puppy, smiling a silly grin and just missing the vocabulary needed to express myself. As such no more was said about it. We even went our own ways that day, I to a buddy's house to help him with his car repairs, and her to her chores and then to a friend's house as well.

Next morning, I slept longer than normal and awoke hard and excited thinking about yesterday's happenings and of course hoping. As I daydreamed, just touching myself brought me closer and closer until... I couldn't hold back. I went to the bathroom, cleaned up and then came out to find Kathy cleaning up from her breakfast. She was still in her night gown however and no robe. You know what my thoughts were.

"Oh, hi Michael," she said hearing me approaching from the hall. "I was about to go get dressed, but since you're up, I'll wait until you eat if you like?"

"Thanks sis," I said hoping she had read my mind. I was still in my underwear and T-shirt as had been my practice lately.

As I ate she sat and talked as always about little nothings. I thought I could detect a little gleam in her eyes as she seemed to stare at me while eating, but then that was most likely my masculine pride expressing itself. Maybe I had milk on my chin or something. The thought made me wipe it with my napkin even though I felt nothing.

After I was done, I carried my dishes to the sink, rinsed them and dried my hands. She remained seated. When done I turned to her and said, "Shall we get dressed?" with a grin that meant more than preparing ourselves for the day.

We always seemed to head to her room first. There she would go through a ritual of getting out bra, panties, socks, shorts, top and earrings, all the while acting still very tentative. Shy wasn't the word. There was just this tentativeness about her that signaled that she was still unsure that what we were doing was right.

Then again, maybe she did that on purpose, trying to build the effect. Either way it did make the whole thing drag out and last longer, which had me so ready when she finally began to undress.

On this day, she stood facing me and casually but slowly lifted her gown until it was over her head, hands up and all that I could see was her body from the neck down. She was topless of course and wearing a blue satiny pair of panties today.

As she struggled to extricate her arms from the sleeves, I stood and reached out taking one sleeve and helping. This was touching of sorts, but not really. Her reaction was one of surprise, yet she didn't stop me. I'd dressed her before. Why not undress her?

Holding both sleeves I pulled and lifted it off her head and tossed it on the bed where she usually tossed it temporarily. Then since somehow I was behind her now I put my hands on each hip at the elastic of her panties. I stopped for approval. She paused looking back at me but then extended her arms out waiting for me to pull them down. I had put them on many times, but this was new!

As I slid them down over her beautiful curved rear, I had to bend to get them down for her to step out of. My face was right at her rear, maybe an inch away. What else could a guy do? I kissed it firmly.

Her reaction was to say, "Nothing like having a little brother willing to kiss your ass," with a giggle that was intended to break the tension of the sexuality of the whole thing I believe.

Having her naked now, I stood and stepped back admiring my work as I always admired her nakedness. She always made some mock pose for my edification and it was always met with full appreciation.

Then stepping forward, I put my hands on her shoulders (my position of power) and smiling said, "I never thanked you for that wonderful gift yesterday."

She blushed heavily immediately and tried turning her head away, but I took my left hand and placed it on her chin holding her head up and facing me. Then I leaned in to kiss her.

Her reaction was to withdraw, but not completely. She ducked her head back slightly but as mine approached slowly, she held there. With my hand still under her chin our lips met. It was a soft, slow, loving kiss, not passionate or exciting, although I was raging inside. It was my turn to tease.

I stopped as she relaxed and with our lips still inches apart, I said, "Thanks Kathy for being such a wonderful sister." I said this holding her stark naked in my arms. Not many brothers get that chance.

She smiled pleased and closed her eyes with her head still back. I lightly touched her lips to mine once more. Her arms wrapped around me and mine followed suit. As I wrapped her tightly in my arms, her nipples pressing into my chest through the thin T-shirt, her mouth opened. She loved kissing. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy it as much as I did that we tended to refrain from it. Rather, it was her love of kissing that kept her from allowing herself the indulgence. I knew she was turned on when she allowed this.

My hands fairly ran over the naked skin of her back and sides, exploring the terrain and luxuriating in the freedom. As my hands moved, her tongue darted wildly in, out and around my mouth. She clutched at the material of my shirt, pulling it tight around me.

Slowly I eased up on the kiss and she backed off wondering what was happening. I said, "Am I getting any better at the kissing part?" with a sly grin.

"It may take just a little more 'practice' but you're getting there," she chided still in my arms.

I backed over to the bed to sit as we talked signaling her to sit, and she looked at me suspiciously but did as I asked. "I'm always ready for 'practice' with a good teacher," I said implicitly requesting more.

"Oh what I don't do in the quest for perfection," she said trying to look wistful.

In our new position, I put my left arm around her under her right arm feeling the naked skin all the way up my forearm and up to my triceps. I did my best to be romantic and keep my eyes on hers, but they strayed to the naked body I was holding: a body I had secretly been lusting for so long. So secretly had I lusted that I didn't dare even admit it to myself until lately.

With my arm in place she didn't wait, but turned slightly, tilting back her head and closing her eyes. She seemed to be mine for the taking. Never before had I ever gotten a girl totally naked and turning to me for a kiss, that she wasn't ready for whatever happened.

I placed my right hand on her cheek as I leaned in to kiss her once more. The teasing was over as far as I was concerned. I wanted her but I knew I had to pace myself.

Our mouths opened and we began kissing and the interplay built at a faster pace than expected. I turned myself until I was nearly off the bed and had her behind me. I leaned her back and she balked at first, maybe not sure if she was falling or maybe just unsure if she should go this far. But as I slowly laid her back, kissing her more gently for reassurance as I did, keeping my hands to myself, she relaxed in my arms as if surrendering.

My mind was on fire. My heart was throbbing rather than beating. My sister lay naked beneath me on her bed kissing me with open mouth.

She was laying on my left arm now so my right was the only one free to move. I moved it from her shoulder slowly down her left arm to the elbow where it went behind me. It wasn't the smoothest of moves. With the positioning it might have been a bit clumsy, but she understood I did it along her arm, not veering to her breast.

I slid it slowly back up and then down once more, somewhat more to the front of her arm. She had to know that was an overt movement toward her breast and that it was my target. But at least it gave her time to think about it and to decide if she liked it. Yet there was no hesitation.

As I moved back up her arm this time her kissing showed more passion. Her tongue was lashing out at mine. As I reached her shoulder I started back down, but this time not on the arm. I was sliding directly toward her left breast. Still no hesitation from Kathy.

As the heel of my hand felt the gradual slope of her breast it moved up on its own. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. As it reached the change in texture of her areola I froze momentarily. I think I nearly had an orgasm.

We were still kissing and I vaguely remember her tongue battering mine, but my mind no longer was on the kiss. I was rolling my sister's hard nipple between my fingers and I was in another world. I was on auto-pilot.

As my fingers worked there, her tongue disappeared as well and the kiss was on hold even though our hungry mouths held tight together. Driven on, my mouth closed and began kissing her mouth, cheeks and neck. She turned her head giving me access as her heavy breathing scorched my ear.

I kissed down her neck and continued with little kisses over her shoulder and down her chest. Soon my cheek found the heaving mound and my lips and tongue began smothering it in kisses. Her head tossed and she moaned softly, but more like a groan. I could feel her head tossing from side to side as she squirmed beneath me.

Finally, kissing her nipple directly as I had a couple times before, my mouth opened and sucked it in. Another louder moan ensued. I rolled it in my tongue and sucked it as if I half expecting milk from it. Her left hand was clamped tightly on my right forearm and digging in.

The attention there reminded me that my hand wasn't doing anything and I began rubbing her ribs. Emboldened that she made no attempt to slow the pace, I widened the circle the hand was making and was sliding over her tummy. At first just the central region got attention, but eventually I was down lower and even felt it brushing her pubic hair without any interference. As a matter of fact, her legs widened just a bit. Not much but I felt them open up!

I slid my palm directly over the thickest part of the pubic hair and sucked hard on her nipple. I think I was sucking so hard partly because I was so nervous. But then I felt her hand push me up solidly off her nipple and off her altogether. She hopped up and ran to the bathroom with me asking if I did something wrong. As she hurried to the refuge of the bathroom she just shook her head no.

I sat up on the bed catching my breath and gathering my wits. I really didn't want to cause her any anguish, not only because I was hoping things like this would continue, but also because I genuinely cared for her I now knew.

I walked to the bathroom door and knocked saying, "Kathy, can I come in?" There was no answer but I heard sobbing. "Are you alright?" I asked. There was no answer but I heard a few more sniffles and she blew her nose.

Cautiously I opened the door. There was my still naked big sister sitting on the toilet seat looking straight ahead toward the bath. "I'm sorry Kathy," I whispered.

She looked my way with tears still in her reddened eyes. "You didn't do anything Michael," she said with a frown and then looked down.

I walked over to her and sat on the tub opposite her. She diverted her eyes looking at our feet. I couldn't believe my cock, that had been ready to erupt seconds ago was now only at half mast even though I was sitting directly across from my sister naked on the toilet. I was speechless. I reached out and took her hand in both of mine.

She began to bawl once more. I felt so helpless there. One minute I thought she was ready for anything and the next here she is in misery.

"I'm sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?" I asked.

"It wasn't you Michael. It's me," She whimpered.

"Can you tell me what it is?" I queried.

Trying to regain her composure, she shook her head no still looking down at our feet.

I sat there just letting her regroup. Finally after a long pause, she looked up at me pitifully and then back down and she said, "I was... I was just so... we nearly... I nearly let us..."

I interrupted her saying, "I know, and that's somehow terrible to you."

She looked up at me for a second but then looked down sadly.

She sighed and still holding her hand in mine, with the other hand I put it under her chin and turned her head up toward me. "I love you Kathy," I said simply and sincerely.

Scooting toward me and throwing her arms around my neck she pulled me to her and hugged me awkwardly, putting her head tight to my neck saying, "I love you too Michael!"

I took both her hands in mine and stood up urging her to do so as well. Then with her standing there that way I said, "I guess we need to talk."

As the words came out of me, a fear came over me. Could this 'talk' put an end to this. Oh, I so hoped NOT!

We walked back to her room and I had an idea. She was still turned on and maybe I could use that to my advantage to hold on to this dream. She walked to her dresser and opened her lingerie drawer, I knew to get dressed. I immediately took off my T-shirt and underpants and tossed them on the bed.

She turned and looked at me genuinely shocked, not with her usual understanding grin, but with a look that said she thought I didn't understand the situation. "What are you doing?" she asked.

I smiled and said, "Let's talk."

Frowning and pulling out a bra she said, "Not like this!"

I said, "Why not? This is how it started. They say for prisoners of war they sometimes do naked interrogations because the person is more open." We stood for a second staring at each other.

I sat on the bed and she pulled out the dresser chair and turned it facing me. She sat down and laid the bra down next to her on the dresser. I was uncomfortable. Uncomfortable that this conversation might be similar to a Dear John letter and also a bit uncomfortable that I sat here with my sister and I both naked and I was nearly flaccid.

I knew I needed every bit of skill I had at oratory here and yet I didn't know what to say to get started. "You didn't enjoy what we were doing?"

Looking perplexed she answered, "Sure I did Michael. Maybe that's the problem: I enjoyed it too much."

"I guess I don't know how someone can enjoy something too much?" I said inquisitively. "Do you trust me, Kathy?" I asked bluntly.

"Sure, Michael but..." she started to say, but I interrupted.

"No 'buts'. You either trust me or you don't," I pressed.

She nodded yes doing her best to try to smile at that.

"Then we've already had some fun together and we both liked it and we both want more. You just set limits for me and I promise not to cross them," I told her.

"Thanks Michael, but it isn't you. It's me I can't trust," she confessed.

"So what do you do if you have this trouble with a boyfriend?" I asked hoping it wasn't the wrong thing to ask.

Blushing, she looked down and said, "I never had this problem before," then looked back up to see if I understood.

"You mean you never..." I began.

"No silly, I mean none of them were my brother," she finally got out.

"So?" I pushed. "I understand your reluctance because of society and I understand your desire for privacy, but can you simply cut off your feelings because of society's rules? Come over here, I won't bite," I said patting the bed.

She sat staring and thinking and I smiled slightly and patted the bed once more. Her beautiful naked figure arose from the chair and came over and sat next to me. I took her hand and just held it for a second between us.

"I love you like I've never loved any boy," she said staring out, afraid to look my way. I on the other hand was staring at the beauty of the woman that just uttered those words.

I reached my other hand across us and turned her face to mine. "And I love you in a way I've never felt in my life, Kathy," I told her looking straight into those green eyes of hers so she'd know I was telling her the truth.

She threw her arms around my neck and began to cry again. "It's so unfair! Why do you have to be my brother?" she sobbed.

I held her nakedness against mine and all I felt was comfort. She fitted me. She belonged there and I told her so.

After sitting that way for a time, she sighed and looked at me. Nothing was spoken, just smiles. Feeling my once deflated cock beginning to react to the situation and knowing it was bad timing I said finally, "Let's get dressed shall we?"

She looked down at my hard-on and smiled and said, "Lay back silly. I can't leave you this way."

I laid back on her bed and she knelt on the floor in front of me. All I could see of her was her beautiful erect breasts and that face that could melt a polar icecap. I laid there with my cock pulsing back and forth to the beat of my heart like a metronome.

"I love when this gets erect for me," she said wrapping her hand around it.

I jerked and moaned heavily in pleasure, broadening her smile.

"Like that little brother?" she asked moving her hand slowly up and down, more feeling the outer texture than stroking it.

I reached out and stopped her hand. "If I let you do this, you have to promise me two things," I said abruptly.

"If you LET ME?" she said incredulously.

"Yeah, if I let you, you have to promise me two things," I repeated.

"What are they?" she asked now curious, but still holding my shaft.

"Well first, you have to let me do you next," I said.

Raising her brows in a 'considering it' way she said, "And second?"

"Second, no regrets!" I finished.

She removed my hand from hers and said, "No regrets, Michael."

Moaning I said, "I take that to mean you accept both conditions?" I didn't expect an answer and got none.

I reached out and I think she expected me to grab her breast. The thought did pass my mind as my hand neared, but I wanted more to assure her of my love and affection. I placed my hand in under her hair and just ran the fingers through her soft brownish-blonde hair. She leaned her head that way to feel the full affect.

"Am I doing this right?" she asked with the innocence of a 10 year old.

I didn't answer but groaned instead and tightened up to cum. I had been ready since we were kissing a while ago and the feeling came back quickly. She could see my thigh muscles tightening and my abs getting taut. She waited for an answer, and it came in seconds, surprising her a bit.

She continued jacking me but slowed as the flow slowed.

I told her in a hoarse voice to hold it for just a bit and don't move it.




It Begins Ch. 05



She did as I asked and loved the feeling of the last oozing of fluid from it slowly running down and over her thumb. She played with it a little then ran her hand up over the slickness using it as a lubricant. I jumped because it was too sensitive.

She giggled a bit and said, "Sorry."

Breathlessly I answered, "Ummm, that's quite alright!"

She got up and went to her dresser, grabbing the box of Kleenexes and brought them back to me. She first wiped her hand and then with a couple more she wiped my cock and then cleaned up my chest, stomach and groin.

I jumped again as she stroked my cock to wipe it and she commented, "Wow, you're super-sensitive!"

I said, "I just had a super orgasm from a super sister."

She got up again taking the used Kleenexes to her trash can and then returned standing there naked, smiling down at me. I stood myself and with a hand gesture aiming to the bed said, "Next."

She climbed onto the bed and got comfortable and I got on next to her. Her legs were straight out and spread slightly already. "Shall we make this a kissing lesson while I do this?" I asked.

She thought about it and was giving it some considerable debate in her head. "Earlier you asked if I trust you, Michael. I said yes and you promised to stay within my boundaries, right?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Then yes, lets kiss but on one condition: from this point on, you must stop at just masturbating me..." then her eyes looked away and her voice trailed off with, "Even if I beg for more."

"I promise, sis," I said.

"One more thing," she said.

I stopped and looked at her awaiting her next request.

Blushing she said, "Would you go get me a towel from the bathroom, please?"

I jumped up without answering. What answer would she expect anyway when my beautiful, naked older sister asks her naked brother to bring her a towel so she can let him give her an orgasm. Not sure if I ran, but I got back in a hurry before she cooled down and changed her mind once more. I gave it to her and watched as she spread it under her rear and settled back on it.

I laid down on my side facing her with my one arm under her neck and my other hand on her thigh as I leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were on fire. Her skin was hot to the touch. Her neck and chest were blotchy red with excitement. Her mouth opened, her head turned to mine and her tongue attacked mine as it left my mouth for hers. I needed no further preliminaries and I know she didn't either.

I slid my hand inside her thigh and up to her pussy. I was finally touching my sisters pussy I was telling myself as she worked out her frenzy on my mouth. My middle finger found the swollen folds of her lips and pressed slightly to part them. It felt the same as any pussy I'd ever touched, yet in a sense it didn't. This was Kathy's! Her one hand grabbed my face with her other hand trapped down between us.

I did as I'd seen her doing yesterday. My finger rubbed up under her hard little button and then dipped down inside her every so often to gather wetness to lubricate it. Her moans grew in intensity. She was boiling now. Thoroughly wet now, I just took my finger and ran it back and forth as fast as I could move it.

With that she broke off the kiss, and with an inhale, held it, arched up her rear and locked her legs there. I could see muscles in her stomach and sides rippling in ways people can't do voluntarily and I knew she was cumming. I was making Kathy cum with my own finger!

Her legs had slammed together tight around my hand and my finger could barely move, but I did the best I could to keep manipulating her clit throughout the time. Then as I saw her slowly sink back onto the towel Her legs parted and I slowed, almost stopping, but not quite. I'd heard of women having multiple orgasms, unlike us males, and I wanted this to go on.

I continued circling her clit and then dipping again into her hole. It was now soaking wet down there all the way out to her thighs. I was curious to see the towel, but I wasn't finished yet.

I noticed that as I circled her clit, she would jerk a bit and I figured maybe that was sensitive like I was after cumming. But when I probed her internal reaches her hips moved with me. I stuck my middle finger in as deep as I could and massaged her insides. Her groans again were music to my ears.

Her legs parted wide and as I laid sideways with her hand between us, she reached up and took hold of my cock again. It was hard again and had been pressing against her leg for some time now. She gripped it tightly, but it felt awesome. I was finger fucking my big sister while she held my cock with each of us naked in her bed. Life was good.

I stuck two fingers in her and began rubbing a little raspy spot just inside her opening near the top in what would be maybe under and behind her clit.

"Ohhhhh gawd yeeeeeeeeees... there!" she groaned in a deep and sultry voice I would have never recognized as Kathy's. She began pulling my cock, trying to get it up over her thigh.

"Ow Kathy, ease up," I said.

She looked at me with eyes I'd never seen in a real girl. They looked as if they were on drugs or something and nearly looking through me rather than at me. "I want it in me, Michael," she begged.

"No you don't, Kathy. You want this. You want me to pound you until you explode!" I said.

"No Michael," she said. "I want this in me pounding me for all your worth. I want you to fuck me Michael, please. Fuck your sister!" she said in an ever louder voice. All the while I was pounding my fingers into her until she arched up and froze, bucking and twitching.

I felt a warm flush of wetness that drenched my hand and saw it dripping below her. I knew women got wet but I didn't know about women cumming like that and thought maybe in her excitement she had peed.

My hand was locked between her thighs and she was squeezing my cock so hard it hurt, but I could only think of one thing: my big sister, naked here before me just pleaded with me to fuck her and then came hard like an explosion.

After she began to relax, she let go of my cock and my hand was free to leave her pussy. But did I want it to? I didn't have to wait to choose. She took her hand and removed it for me.

We lay there both catching our breaths; not speaking at all. I felt the cool air evaporating the juices she left behind on my hand.

She turned on her side toward me. She wasn't smiling. Her demeanor was more of a person in deep thought.

"Thank you Michael," she said with a small smile. Not the broad one I expected after such a wild climax.

I replied, "I'm glad you enjoyed it," wondering what was on her mind.

"No, I mean thank you for keeping your word to me," she corrected.

"I promised I would. Besides, I know you didn't mean it," I said more seriously.

She moved her head in and kissed me lightly, then moved it back only slightly. It was too close to focus on anything but those eyes. "No Michael, you're wrong. I did want it. If you hadn't kept your promise, I probably would have..." and she stopped and a tear formed.

I took my free hand and wiped at the corner and she sniffled a bit.

"Now you see why we have to stop this. I've lost my control," she whispered.

"Would it have been so awful for you?" I asked.

Her eyes moved as if looking all around my eyes, yet all she could see was my eyes, the same as all I could see was hers. "Yes, you'd have your conquest and move on, but I could never!" she replied and both eyes filled with tears and she closed them and began to sob aloud. I cuddled her naked body in my arms and held her, but I held her as a brother would hold a hurting sister.

When the tears subsided mostly, I sat up and helped her up as well. Sitting on the edge of the bed I said to her looking straight ahead, "So that's all you think this is for me? A conquest?"

"I guess I don't know what I'm thinking, Michael," she sighed.

"How about we get dressed and meet in the living room. I have just one thing to ask you," I said trying to make it sound as much a matter of fact as possible.

"Ask me now," she said.

"No, it'll wait until we're dressed," and I grabbed my T-shirt and underwear and got up. She was still sitting there as I left.

I sat waiting in the living room for what seemed an exorbitant time until I was just about ready to go back and see if she was coming. Then she appeared in the hallway. She stopped and waited a second, worried about my question obviously.

I patted the seat for her to sit next to me. She sat but a couple feet away so I scooted over to her. She looked at me questioningly until she noticed I was holding something in my hand. Still she waited for my lead.

"Kathy, will you go steady with me?" I said holding out my high school graduation ring. "I know I'm no college guy yet, and you can break it off whenever you like."

Her look was worth the price of gold. Surprise, shock, wonder and amazement all rolled into one. "Really? Can a brother and sister do that?" she finally said leaving her mouth hanging open.

"I don't know if it's ever been tried. But I'm game if you are?" I smiled awaiting her response when the truth sunk in.

She sighed again. "Oh Michael, you don't have to do that to try to make me feel better. I'm sorry I accused you of being... well being a guy," she said trying to laugh it off.

"Sis, it started out just like you said. Spying, trying to see, touch... whatever I could get. But kissing you, I realized that it was more than just pure sex. I know how society feels, but my thoughts are the hell with society. There I said it."

"Michael, since this is true confessions day, let me say I had dreams about you and I... not just... you know but married. I'd awaken in a cold sweat thinking 'oh my god Kathy, this is your own brother! What's wrong with you??' Then when this began, I don't know... I guess I wanted to relive those dreams if just a bit. But they swallowed me up. Do you really want to go steady? How can we do it? We can't let mom or dad know. We can't let any of our friends know..."

I interrupted, "One day at a time, Kathy. It'll have to be you and I alone. It'll be hard... What do you say?"

"Yes... yes, yes, yes," and she threw her arms around me and kissed my cheeks over and over until our lips met. Then it began - a true lovers kiss. The passion was in the mental process. We weren't just tongue kissing. We were passing love between us.

To be continued:



It Begins Ch. 06



From that time on, things again were different between us. We had gone from siblings to two youths exploring sex to actual lovers. Yes my sister became my lover. But that very afternoon we had to have another talk. Susan still wasn't easy with this situation and her torments kept bringing thoughts of disaster.

"This doesn't mean we can just... do anything we like you know," she said at lunch, again frowning in debate with herself. "You made me a promise earlier. Does that still hold?" she asked.

"Yes Kathy, if it will allow us... if it will allow me the pleasure of finding... love with you... then yes of course," I said, resolved.

"Oh Michael, you just don't know the torment I go through wanting you and yet fearing that desire. I hope you know I do want you... it isn't you that I don't want. I just wonder... what's too far... oh my god, for a brother and sister!" she lamented.

"Well, we know this whole thing is outside the realm of the average couple so I think we both need to look at this with different eyes," I said trying to phrase my thoughts.

I had her interest with that opening. She sat looking at me waiting to hear what I was going to say.

"We both care very much for each other as brother and sister, but I think our new relationship brings us even closer, don't you agree?" I asked giving myself time to think of my wording.

"Sure, sure..." she said tentatively as if trying to think of why she felt the hesitation in saying that.

"We're already lovers, Kathy," I said opening it up. "I think we've both decided that what we have done and are doing is acceptable to us, and the rest of the world should stay out of it, right?" I probed.

"I suppose so," she said in thought.

"Well that's the first step. You need to be convinced that you want this. I know I am. I'd feel like I lost part of me if we had to stop now," I explained. Then went on: "But if you really want it that way, I wouldn't want you hurt. I'd rather give it up than lose your respect for me, Kathy."

"It's just that everything we've been brought up believing is being turned upside down. How do you handle that so easily?" she asked trying to quell the turmoil within.

"Easily??" I began. "Oh it hasn't been easy, sis. I've fought with myself not only feeling guilty about just that, but also dragging you into my new feelings. The way I look at it now is, how can any love between two people that is so strong be considered bad by any standard?"

"You know, you're right! For a younger brother, you have a lot of incite," she said smiling then leaning in, kissing my cheek. "No one has the right to tell us we can't love each other any way we want."

She smiled, somehow relieved, as if a weight had lifted. "Feel like some more fishing little brother?" she asked.

"If you're going, I'm going," I said in almost a smitten schoolboy tone.

We gathered our equipment and headed to the old gravel pits once again. We gathered just enough bait once there to bait our poles and then set them up deadline on forked branches in the ground in our favorite spot, then went and sat under the tree nearby to watch and wait. This time however we seemed to sit closer, almost snuggled in.

She was wearing her short shorts and a cotton top that showed her plain white bra underneath. On her feet she wore brown leather sandals with no socks. As always, I had on my jeans and T-shirt. It was hot and the humidity made it feel all the hotter, even in the shade of the tree. My inclination was to put my arm around her but I knew it would be uncomfortable for us both.

There was a patch of wooded area well off to one side of the pit. Not a big woods, but more of a section between the gravel pit and a farmer's land beyond. "Ever been back there?" I asked her.

"Where? Over there?" She didn't even refer to it as a woods like my buddies and I had since we were kids.

"Yes, Gary and I used to play back there years ago I remember. All I can remember is that the shade made it feel cooler," I laughed.

"Lets go check it out then," she said getting up.

We put rocks on the handles of our rods to keep that 'big one' from pulling them in and then headed off to the trees. It was a stand of old timber left there apparently when the original farm owner cleared the land. Tall oaks, sycamores and maples stretched up forming a tight canopy over the area. The density of the leaves shading the floor of the area plus the leaves packing over everything pretty much prevented underbrush from thriving within.

Entering was like going back in time for me. We built camps back there, dug holes for hideouts, had nights where we camped there and just generally made it our spot. To me the atmosphere was one of fun and adventure even today.

Walking along we found one of our 'camps'. It consisted of old plywood we had gotten from some nearby construction site that had been nailed up in three sides and a flat roof - the roof of which had since rotted and pretty much collapsed into the interior.

I got Kathy to help lift the roof up and out of the interior which still stood pretty much in tact. I walked in. It was of course only 4 feet high, the width of the plywood. I squatted down and told Kathy to come in. I informed her of the privilege: she was the first girl ever to enter the premises!

I had he sit down also and I said, "Now imagine we're sitting in here this way with that roof over us. This was our hide out."

"Just you and Gary?" she said giving me a weird look.

"Yes, just Gary and I. Some people didn't go into places like this with 'evil' thoughts in their heads," I said grinning, and she blushed.

I leaned over from my squatting position and kissed her lightly but romantically and said, "Now you're the first girl ever to be kissed in here."

She replied, "Well you sure haven't learned much from all your kissing practice," and she leaned over pulling my arms around her and placing her mouth on mine. In this position she was fairly laying across my lap.

Our mouths opened and all of nature disappeared. I was holding my sister, my lover in my arms. I pulled her shirttail out with my free hand and she made no attempt to stop me. I slid my warm sweaty hand in under the top and against her tummy. She made a long slow quiet moan into my mouth that sounded almost like a monotone hum.

As my hand slid up cupping her bra clad breast, she suddenly broke off the kiss and sat up. In my head I thought, "Oh no, more regrets" but she didn't even turn to me. She pulled off her top and leaned over waiting for me to undo her bra. I fumbled even having a clear view and both hands to work it, but got it undone and she hung both the top and bra up on a splinter of the side then laid back against me once more.

Then, reaching up with her arms, signaled me to come down to her and kiss her. I did with an arm behind her and my free hand placed directly over her bare breast. We resumed our kissing where we had left off, or maybe even a notch higher. My tongue kept time with the movements of my hand while her tongue darted in, out and around mine.

I leaned in to suck her salty nipple as I had the last time and she just laid her head back sighing. My free hand slid over he stomach a bit to more or less ask her permission for more. I did that for several minutes occasionally dipping a finger down slightly inside her tight shorts until she reached her hands down and opened her own button and unzipped her zipper. With that I moaned into her mouth and she pulled me tight to her.

I now easily slipped my hand into her panties and down between her steamy wet legs. I pushed the front of the elastic down as far as it would go and my hand was free to massage her lips and all. They were puffy and sensitive and split open with the slightest pressure of my middle finger. I knew I hadn't gotten her this way that fast, so I knew she had been planning something for a while now. That alone set me on fire.

I began to try to get her shorts down and off her, but she stopped me saying she didn't want to sit bare on the dirt here. I told her she could sit on my lap, which brought a look of suspicion. I think she figured I meant with us both naked of course. Reading her mind I said, "I'll leave my jeans on," snickering.

With that she raised up and with one of her hands and one of mine we pulled both her panties and shorts down and off as she arched up. Then scooting back a bit, sat her naked ass on my leg, with her legs extended out spread open in a most inviting way.

I placed my hand between her legs again and she leaned in and kissed me some more. Then pulling back just enough to disconnect our lips she said, "You will keep your promise, right?"

"Yes Kathy, if I must," I said resigned.

"You must Michael. I'm relying on you, please," she said with genuine anguish on her face now.

Without further answer, I began running my finger along her dripping wet slit. Her eyes simply closed and she laid back partially against my arm and partially against the wall of the camp.

I loved the sloshing sound my finger made slurping her wetness up from below to just under her clit. Then circling it and smearing it there, I began to bring her up to her first orgasm of this session. Her legs parted wide and her hips rolled in tune with my ministrations. No kissing, just stroking and rubbing her clit. I got the pleasure of looking down on her and watching what my touch was doing to her. I've always loved seeing someone have an orgasm, but this... this was my sister... in my own arms... getting off by my fingers!

She bit her lower lip and began making little whimpering noises while she jerked and humped involuntarily as my fingers drove her love button wild. She put her own hand over mine and slowly her legs clamped closed on our hands, pressing my finger tightly against her clit but making it nearly impossible to move it much at all.

Then she leaned in to me, and with her head on my shoulder, she began gently but firmly gnawing on my T-shirt. Her legs had loosened and she took her hand away and put it around my neck but had left my hand right there. Her body was on fire. Between the heat and humidity of the day and and tight enclosure of the camp, even the shroud of trees couldn't cool this place down.

My finger pressed between her lips and down deep into her and her hips ground hard on my hand. Her teeth bit lightly the skin of my shoulder, yet hard enough that it hurt some.

I plunged a second finger in her and maybe even a third. It's hard to remember. She squealed softly in a little girl way. She began kissing up my neck, nibbling my ear and probing it with my tongue until I was so distracted that I couldn't regulate the fingers in her. But her hips used them the way she wanted.

With one hand she found my groin and felt my cock now painfully straining my jeans. I felt her undo my belt and the button on my jeans then unzip my zipper as she squirmed to hump my fingers. It was all as if I were dreaming this. I was back in time in my 'hideout' and masturbating as I had so many times, dreaming of such encounters. Yet never such a wild one as Kathy playing with my cock while I finger fucked her!

The dream proceeded and even as hot as the surroundings were, I felt what seemed cool air on my burning cock. But then just as quickly I felt Kathy's hot hand wrap around it burning the skin once more. I waited for her to stroke me, as I began helping her hump my fingers.

But instead she was backing off of my fingers. Backing up further onto my laps away from my grasp. Did she want me to stop? Maybe she'd had enough the first time on her clit.

No, she was now repositioning herself with one leg on either side of my lap facing me. "She wants my cock in her again!" I thought but said nothing, although I think Kathy noticed the expression of fear and debate on my face.

She leaned in to kiss me, put one arm around my neck and knelt up as our lips met again. Her other hand never left my cock, but rather now guided it between her legs.

"I can let her sit on it and then pull out when I feel I am about to cum," I debated in my head. "Who am I kidding!"

With every bit of human willpower I had, I put both hands on her hips and pushed her back. I had promised to stop this and besides, neither of us wanted her to get pregnant, and I had no condoms or rubbers as they were called then.

She looked at me at first shocked and disappointed, but then just leaned in and rested her head on my shoulder with both arms now around my neck. The smell of sex was thick and heavy in the air and I was wondering for an instant why I did that. There was a time when I'd have given the rest of my sex life for that one chance to fuck her.

Finally, she leaned back resting one hand on the ground to lean on and said with a resolved look, "This isn't going to work is it?" as she stroked my cock with her other hand. "I'm working against you. You're going to give in."

Oh the feel of her stroking me after all that had just occurred again and I was so close. No time for a discussion I thought. She could feel my thigh muscles tightening beneath her and she knelt up again.

"Oh my god no, Kathy," I said in my head but no words escaped, thinking she was about to sit on it again. She leaned in kissing me. Suddenly I was shooting cum up on us both. Just one shot on her, but it was on her lower abs and ran down her groin between her legs. All I could think of was that she'd get pregnant that way and I wouldn't even get the pleasure of actually fucking her.

"Feel better Michael?" she asked still panting some herself.

A breathless, "Yeah," was all I could manage.

Sitting back across my legs now still naked and sort of laying in my sweat-soaked arm, she said, "I like this place. I've always had good experiences out here at the lake," she went on now smearing some of my cum off her tummy and groin.

Idly running my index finger around the base of her still extended left nipple, I said, "I've found some memories here myself - today."

We got up and dressed with nothing more than idle chat and walked back to our fishing poles. Again today, she had a small yellow-belly catfish on hers while mine was empty. It had swallowed the hook and she cut her line to release it. The heat seemed unbearable and we decided to head back home.

Neither of us spoke about what happened between us and the ominous words she spoke that afternoon - "This isn't going to work..." - until that evening after dinner. We sat out on the picnic table in the back with some iced tea and talked. We both were working around it; neither wanted to bring it up.

Finally, she said, "You kept your promise today. Thank you again."

I answered a short, "Yes, I promised I would."

She went on looking out the back, "Most guys wouldn't have, you know."

"Most guys don't love you like I love you, and most guys aren't me," I answered proudly.

"There's no one like you," she said taking my hand and looking me in the eye in the darkening shadows of evening.

I began, "I'm glad you feel that way, sis..."

"Call me Susan, please," she interrupted.

"...Susan," I went on, understanding why she said that, "because there's no one who comes even close to you," and she squeezed my hand with a smile.

Next morning, I awoke to Susan standing next to my bed asking if she could get in with me. I had heard a toilet flush in my semi-sleep just before and I thought maybe one of our parents was still here. But it obviously must have been her, because she'd never chance such a thing with anyone home.

"Sure," I gestured holding up the sheet to invite her.

"Thanks Michael," she said as she quickly snuggled in next to me. "I need you to hold me please," she said taking my arm and wrapping it over her so I was spooned into her rear. Then after settling in she whispered, "I'm obsessed with you any more."

"Oh Kathy, you don't know how good that makes me feel," I said squeezing her to me.

"Maybe I do," she giggled pressing her lightly covered rear back against my now raging hardon. "But is it right to be obsessed with anyone?"

"Right, wrong... again, who cares!" I answered, my hand finding her breast through her gown.

She placed a hand over mine and held mine still. "Just hold me here, please," she said once more, cuddling my arm and leaving my hand covering her breast.

My last girlfriend was a lot like my sister, I realized. She would want pure cuddling at times, and at other times maybe some soft romantic kissing. Then too sometimes I could tell she wanted pure sex the same as I did. In any case, I learned quickly to go with her moods or it all ended in disaster. I did my best to always read Kathy.

We laid there for what seemed like an eternity, probably just fifteen or twenty minutes. I thought maybe she had fallen asleep. Finally she said, "I got you something, Michael."

"Oh, what is it?" I answered surprised both that she was awake and that she had gotten me something.

She rolled over on her back, pushing my hand from her breast as she did, and reached into the heart-shaped pocket on her gown where she usually carried a Kleenex. "Now don't get the wrong idea," she said pulling whatever it was from her side. "This isn't for what it looks like," she said handing me a package of three condoms. "It's to keep you from getting it all over yourself, me and the bed or whatever," she added quickly.

I was speechless. My older sister just handed me a pack of condoms while we lay in my bed both still not dressed. I rolled on my back looking at the pack and said, "Shall I try one on?"

"No, don't waste them. There's only three," she said innocently assuming that I might actually try one on and then take it off and throw it away.

"Waste it??" I said spreading the opening on my boxers and boldly letting my throbbing cock pop out. "Lets try it out," I said opening the box.

She looked over at me giggling but not saying a word.

I opened up the box, removed one packet and looking at her for approval, or at least to see that she didn't disapprove, I began to tear it open. I'd only once had one on to use on a woman. I'd only done it that once and it was a fiasco. I came so fast she didn't get any real pleasure and then she panicked when she realized I'd cum inside her.

I pulled it out and it was wet - in some sort of lubricant - and had this small tip on it that resembled a nipple. I hoped that my previous experience had taught me the proper way to put one on. I didn't want my big sister thinking I knew nothing about rubbers. There were no sex ed classes in my day.

"Do you want to put it on me," I asked Kathy.

"No, go ahead. This is fascinating," she answered.

I laid it on the head of my cock and began to roll it down by stroking it as professionally as I could manage.

"You stroke it like that too much, and it'll be all over before you start," Kathy giggled.

Finishing up, I turned my head to her and said as innocently as I could muster, "Start what?"

She made a face more pretending embarrassment than real and said, "I guess I shouldn't have put it that way. But then how did you intend to try this out," she said grasping my cock now.

I just moaned and closed my eyes.

She began stroking it and said, "Well, you did ask if I wanted to help."

A hoarse, "Uh huh," was all I got out.

It felt different with her hand stroking me separated by this tight if sheer latex layer. But it felt great, and it was after all, still Kathy jacking me off.

"How does that feel, Michael?" she prodded.

"Ummmmmmm," came out.

Suddenly I felt that sensation welling up from within and I opened my eyes and tilted my head up to watch as it filled up the tip. She was watching closely as well and then slowed and gradually stopped pumping it, but squeezed it several times to get the last drops out, even though that couldn't be seen. The tip was full and covered the opening.




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Dropping back on my pillow and catching my breath, I laid there a second. Now turning from the condom she faced me saying, "See how neat and clean that is," with a giggle.

I laughed and kissed her a quick little kiss on the lips and said, "Yes, and now we don't have to worry about my promise any more, right?"

She hesitated just a second, but hesitated just the same as if thinking about it. "Oh no. That isn't what these are for Michael," she protested. I couldn't help thinking she never called me 'little brother' any more like she used to when she put me in my place. A time like this would have been perfect.

I sat up and began to roll the condom back up my slowly deflating cock, until it just slipped off in my fingers.

"Bring it in the bathroom," Kathy asked getting up now with me and leading the way, not waiting for an answer. I followed without a word.

In there she said, "Give it to me," holding out her hand.

She took it with two fingers by the end like I was holding it. "My girlfriend said this is good for your skin," she said, looking at me for my reaction.

With me just grinning and watching, she dumped the contents into her hand, spilling a bit as she did. Then looking up at me she began rubbing it over her free hand and then both together. MY own sister was 'nourishing' her skin with my cum!

"So, how does it feel?" I said for lack of anything else.

"Here try," she said extending her cum coated hands. I stepped back and said, "NO!" and she shoved them up near my face teasing.

At breakfast, I said to her on a more serious note, "You know it's going to be much harder now for me to keep my promise."

"You promised, Michael," she said.

"I know," was the best I could say. Then after a delay I said, "I've always wanted you, but before I had to worry about getting you pregnant."

With a thoughtful pause of her own, she finally said, "You promised."

To be continued:



It Begins Ch. 07



Author's Note: I have to apologize for chapter 6. As you noticed and maybe guessed, Susan was, well lets just say a name I'd been struggling with throughout this series. I thought I'd finish up the series on this one. I knew there had to be at least a few readers out there like myself who might like being led on for a bit. Thanks for the kind words of encouragement as I assembled this set. Hopefully, neither the previous chapter nor ending here will disappoint those of you who've stuck with the plot as it developed. Undoubtedly not the most hard core of stories, but erotic enough for my tastes, and apparently a few of you as well. Contact me if you'd like more of similarly written stories on this or any subject you think might interest the readers. Thanks again!

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I had made a promise to Kathy, hadn't I. I had this fantasy of seeing her naked, watching her masturbate and even touching her. All that had come true, yet the very part that I dared not even dream of was right there in my grasp, and I promised her I would avoid it - even if SHE asked! "What was wrong with me," I thought?

I lay in bed that night reliving the day in my head - the sight of that awesome body of my older sister; the feel of her firm, round breasts in my hand with her gentle hand cupping mine, approving and encouraging. I could almost hear the sound of the wetness of her juices as my fingers plunged deep into that forbidden hole. I could still smell the aroma of her sexual scent permeating the air around me, a scent I couldn't begin to describe.

Then, just as that first ejaculation shot from me, I felt my cock entering her, those tight swollen lips of hers massaging my cock as it slid in to the warm sheath. My hips reacted on their own pumping heavily. But rather than depositing my sperm in the belly of my sister, it shot aimlessly over my chest and stomach. My promise saw to that! Grabbing a Kleenex, I wiped myself off and rolled over and closed my eyes to try to relive that moment which couldn't be.

I awoke to sunlight. There was quiet except for the sounds of birds outside. "Should I lie here for a while and see if Kathy will appear and lay with me once again?" I thought to myself. But then I quickly arose, afraid of my own needs, afraid of my promise.

Washing up and dressing quickly, I headed to the kitchen. There was coffee in the pot and a note on the table. I poured a cup of coffee as I read:

Michael,

I went out for a morning run. I need to get back in shape for track. I'll be back in a bit to shower, then I was hoping you might like to go for a hike out in the hills like we used to do. If you have something else to do, I understand. If not maybe you could pack us a lunch. There's lunch meat, fruit and drinks there, and maybe throw in a snack. Surprise me.

Love,

Kathy

Surprise her, I thought. How I'd love to do just that. I ate some cereal and cleared off my dishes. I pulled out the bread and began rummaging through the refrigerator to see what sort of lunch meat we had. I heard the door. It was Kathy out of breath and perspiring, heading for the shower. But she stopped and gave me a peck on the lips as she passed me.

"Are we going?" she hollered as she headed down the hall, her aroma lingering even as I watched her disappear. She smelled heavenly even full of perspiration!

"Yeah, I was just packing sandwiches," I hollered back.

"Great!" I heard her say in the echo of the bathroom. She hadn't closed the door as she seldom did any more when no one was there.

I heard the water come on and was drawn to it. My excuse was asking her a question. "What kind of meat do you want on your sandwich, salami or boiled ham," I said standing in the bathroom watching, her naked form dripping in pearled suds.

She continued soaping herself up as if I weren't there and said, "I don't care. Whichever there is the most of I guess."

With my mind far from lunch or sandwiches I said still staring, "There's plenty of each." Her body looked almost fictitious - like some more than perfect cartoon character created to drive men wild.

"Ham then, please. And put a piece of Swiss cheese on it too, will you? And a little mustard?" she said. I could never get over the calmness of her demeanor standing naked in my presence. I can remember a time that my presence meant a shriek of horror.

"OK," I said, still standing there staring like some ten year old.

She giggled at my frozen stare and said, "Well..."

That broke the trance and I headed back to the kitchen now with an uncomfortable bulge in my jeans.

My mind wasn't on making sandwiches, and it took forever. I'd get out one thing and close the refrigerator then need something else. One item at a time however it came together as the water stopped in the bathroom. I pictured that lovely form with water dripping down and off those nipples as she dried all the wonderful places my hands so loved to explore.

I put drinks, some ice and the sandwiches in the small styrofoam cooler and got us each a fresh peach. They were still in season and the local grown free-stones were so sweet and juicy.

"A snack," I thought to myself. I remembered her saying 'surprise me'. Cookies? No, she would maybe eat one for fear of the calories. Potato chips go well with ham sandwiches. No, too plain; no surprise.

A surprise, huh? I thought of the condoms she had given me. That might be a real surprise! But I had just two left. What the heck, I could buy more now that she started it. I grabbed the bag of potato chips and put them with the rest of the lunch, then I ran into my room and grabbed both condoms that were left. No I didn't think I would need two or even one, but took them both just in case.

Once Kathy was ready we got our things together and headed out, locking up the house. I strapped the small cooler to the back of my bike and we took off. "You lead," I said so I could stare at her from behind all the way there. Kathy and I had taken bike hikes that were 20 miles and more back then so this one of maybe eight or ten was a piece of cake, especially with scenery like I had ahead of me.

She wore a halter top and khaki shorts, not quite as short as she usually wore, but shorter than Bermudas. When we went up hill she would stand and pump, leaning over the bars with her beautiful rear swaying side to side as she peddled. Several blocks down the road we were out of the suburbs and into rural territory.

Back then we wore no helmets or knee pads so the wind fluttered Kathy's soft not quite dry hair. The 4 miles to the edge of the hills where we were headed went by much faster than normal with the lovely scenery directly in front of me. Riding in line like that there wasn't much conversation, but I didn't care. I was captivated by every aspect of her body and as she peddled there in front of me, I couldn't help but try to superimpose visions in my head of that beautiful ass of hers naked. Needless to say I was pretty much turned on as we arrived.

We left our bikes along the drainage ditch by the road and headed through a small thicket of brush and shrubs into the cooler, shady tree canopy, with me carrying the cooler. Again, inside the weeds and brush were sparse due to the lack of available sunlight.

It was damp and cool. Everything was damp. The leaves on the ground were soft and quiet. It even smelled damp. It had that scent of peat moss although the ground was typical mid-western clay. The damp leaves made footing a bit slippery occasionally when we moved along hills and crossed valleys with their small creek beds either dried up or maybe puddled.

We came to a ledge that tapered downward to the right where we could make our way if we wanted. But there on that ledge we could look down and see a small creek that did have water in it and it intersected with a larger creek in the not too distant vista that had a good amount of water. She stopped there, gazing out.

"Oh, look at this! Look at the blue heron there on the other side of that creek. Isn't this just perfect? This is the place," she said still surveying the scenery.

We were still shaded by the trees, but because of the ledge, there was this panoramic view unblocked by anything - a view like some scene from an art gallery. "The place for what?" I asked.

"Uh... oh I meant a good place to sit and have our lunch, don't you think?" she asked.

It was just quarter past 11 and I said, "Well it's a bit early."

"That's OK. We don't need to eat right away. Lets just sit here a bit and enjoy the scenery," she conceded.

There was deadwood everywhere, as you might find in any old wood forest. A medium sized tree had fallen parallel to the ridge right up against another old tree. We sat on the downed one leaning back on the big tree behind us. It was as if nature had provided benches for those who appreciated her beauty.

"I wish we had a camera with us," she bemoaned.

"Don't you wish you were an artist and could paint that?" I said more or less in reply.

"No one could capture that in paint," she said. "Not even Michelangelo," and with that she took my hand, holding it in both hers in her lap, still gazing out.

I looked at her through the corner of my eye, trying not to be obvious. She looked so beautiful. She fit the scene so perfectly. I put my other hand on her arm just above the elbow next to her breast, and leaned my head on her shoulder. "How did a guy ever get so thoroughly hooked on his own sister," I thought to myself, saying nothing.

There was a quiet noise around us, one that both soothed and yet seemed not to exist. There was a rustling of leaves and clicking of branches above as the breeze higher up jostled the limbs. Bird of all kinds called out. There was the occasional scampering of chipmunks or squirrels. All just white noise, yet without it, the scene would be sterile.

She laid her head against mine settling in to enjoy the view. She sighed and I noticed I felt her every breath as her tummy went in and out against my arm stretched in her lap.

We sat that way for quite a long while, until even natures cacophony faded to the far off background. I had my girl, my sister, my lover here with me in a perfectly idyllic setting. What more could a guy ask?

Finally I leaned my head up to hers and whispered, "It's nearly as beautiful as you," and I lightly kissed her cheek.

She turned her head facing mine and looked into my eyes. She didn't answer that but instead kissed me on the lips ever so lightly, still holding my hand in both hers now tightly in the crook of her legs, then turned back to the view.

We sat that way again for a while and she suddenly released my hand turning to me and said, "Let's eat, shall we?"

"Sure," I said, grabbing the cooler and setting it at her feet. She opened it and pulled out a waxed paper wrapped sandwich for each of us along with a bottle of soda (I'm not sure they even had cans back then). I had a bottle opener on my pocket knife and we began eating and drinking, mostly in silence, she still enthralled with the scenery, I with her.

After lunch we cleaned up by putting everything back in the cooler and then stared out at the scene again. But it wasn't long before Kathy turned to me with a strange look, that gradually turned to a devilish one. "What would you think if I took off all my clothes here?" She blurted.

I just stared at her probably with my mouth open, searching for the right thing to say.

Before I did, she said, "I want to be a part of this nature. I want it to be embedded in my brain forever." Then as she stood and pulled off her top exposing her plain white bra, she said, "Come on," indicating that it was also an invitation for me to join in.

Although I had less articles of clothing on, it took me longer to undress than her because I was too busy watching her strip. She on the other hand was still looking out over the ledge to what has turned out to be the best nature scene ever found by man or beast.

As she finished, hanging up her clothes on a small branch nearby, she walked to the ledge and stood proudly naked looking out with her arms outstretched, as if waiting to be drawn up into the panorama.

She was already the centerpiece of my view with her naked back side facing me as I finished stripping myself, not as careful to hand my clothes as she was. She danced along the ledge like some ballerina minus the costume. It was so surreal. My own beautiful older sister totally naked out in the woods dancing before me.

"Come on. Dance with me," she cried out.

"I can't dance," I confessed somewhat in shame.

"Slow dance maybe?" she asked hoping.

"Slow dance - OK," I said walking to her.

I took her left hand in my right and put my left hand around behind her on her lower back, careful not to make any further skin contact, thinking she wanted this platonic - a dance, not sex. But she put her other arm over my shoulder and pulled me in to her.

Immediately she said, "This isn't going to work like this," reaching down and pressing my cock under her and between her legs. "There, that's better," she said pulling me close again and resuming our dance pose.

She began humming something soft and slow. I couldn't identify it or maybe I wasn't really listening close enough. Did I really care? I had my beautiful naked sister tight against my own naked body with my cock between her legs and we were swaying back and forth, presumably dancing. Her eyes were out over the ledge once more.

Having satisfied her need for viewing, she laid her head against my chest. She quit humming but we kept dancing. "I've dreamed this very dream many, many times you know," she said in a dreamy sort of voice.

"You have?" I said, and she nodded against my shoulder.

Then after another pause, still dancing to some imaginary sound in her head, she said, "Long before any of this ever happened," looking up at me for my reaction.

My reaction was to stiffen all the harder, if that is possible.

"Oh, so that turns you on does it? I'm glad," she said feeling my twitch. She took her hips and pressed them tightly against me and then renewed our dancing.

"I would wake in cold sweats wondering why a girl would think of her own brother that way," she confessed and I just let her continue, liking the way this was headed.

"Then when this began," she continued, "I began to wonder if it was so bad, and if you thought it was bad... and if you'd think I was bad," she said looking up pleadingly.

I just smiled pulling her to me to be sure we didn't stop.

"So is this all we did in the dream?" I pushed to continue the conversation.

"Oh no," she said smiling then looking down and talking to my chest. "But it was funny."

"What was?" I asked.

"I had the dream again last night for the first time in a while," she said. "Then we come here and... it's the real thing. So perfectly like my dream."

"Did we dance like this... naked I mean?" I said pressing for more.

"Yes," she giggled. "Just like this," squeezing her legs together on my cock temporarily demonstrating what she was referring to. "I don't remember the ledge specifically, but the view opened up just this way," she said, turning her head to face the view. 

"Then what happened?" I asked hoping to move on.

"Shut up and dance," she commanded, pulling me tight to her.

As we swayed, I could feel her wetness lubricating my cock and it glided back and forth snuggled up into her surrounding lips. I noticed that if I tried, I could control where the head was snuggled. I got it nearly to her opening and I froze. One more step and I'd penetrate my sister. I had promised not to go that far and I knew once I entered her, it was all over.

She could feel why I stopped. She moved just a bit herself readjusting me as if that had happened innocently by itself. Then she hugged me and continued humming that nameless song and swaying to it, bare feet barely moving.

I kissed her perspiring forehead and it tasted of salt, although she still smelled of a fragrant scent of some floral soap she used. Nature, the beauty before us, was even taking on her scent and it was intoxicating.

As dancers often do, we quit holding hands and both my hands went around her body with both hers around my neck. I was staring down at her as we moved and she giggled. There in my arms, she wasn't my big sister. She wasn't big at all. She looked and felt small and tender and precious.

She leaned her head back and I leaned down and kissed her and the dance went on. But that kiss, for me at least and I believe for her as well, erased the sensational backdrop that spawned this moment. We were suddenly simply two naked lovers kissing. It mattered not where.

My hands moved over her constantly to reassure myself that this was real - that it was happening. My brain had been trained by her to try to concentrate on the kiss so my tongue met hers at every turn. Somewhere in all this we had stopped dancing and were now simply making out. We were making out however with my naked cock tucked up into the soft, inviting, naked outer lips of my sister's pussy.

Then she stopped, catching her breath as she spoke: "I want to lay down. I want to see the beautiful natural canopy surrounding me as I stare up like it was in the dream."

She left my arms and my cock suddenly felt very wet and chilled. She grabbed my jeans and T-shirt and spread them over the sparse leaves on the forest floor. Then she laid down on them on her back and signaled me to come to her.

"Should I put a... rubber on?" I asked.

"No need," she said casually lying on her back, arms outstretched, signaling me to come to her still.

I would have come without words. My body could have floated in air without touching ground if I hadn't started moving toward the beautiful naked body laying sprawled out on my clothes, arms outstretched. Those arms could have been antennae for all I knew with the power to pull me in like some alien force field.

I walked toward her legs in a trance, knelt between them and leaned forward placing and arm on either side of Kathy and let our lips touch. Her mouth opened as our lips touched, waiting... needing something inserted. My tongue had to do for now. I probed it deep into her imagining it was my cock, that very cock that at the moment dangled perilously over the hole we both wanted it joined to.

She reached up pulling me down on her and we practically wrestled on that ground with her beneath me in the beginning but ending with her on top of me. In that position she broke off the kiss. She was sitting with her bare pussy against my pubic hair and my cock in her crack. She was leaning on my shoulders and looked down contentedly, still breathing hard.

"You can't see the canopy from there," I said sarcastically, trying to think of something clever to keep her from thinking just how close I was to breaking the promise I made her.

"I saw all the canopy I wanted to see. Besides, this part came next in my dream. Have to keep it on track," she said with a snicker.

"Are we going to go through the whole dream?" I asked hoping it had the ending I imagined.

"All but the ending," she said sternly looking at me.

I gave a little sigh and a frown, but said nothing. This was her lead and nothing would change that.

She leaned down and kissed me then bit my lower lip.

"Ouch. Was that part of the dream?" I asked trying to sound perturbed.

"No, that was to keep it real," she said smugly. Then she laid on me and began kissing me with all the passion she had in her.

I tried concentrating on the kiss. Her voice echoed in my ear from the past, "Never stop kissing a woman when you make love. The kissing is the most important part." But my mind was a blur. The only thing I could focus on was the fact that I was naked; she was naked; and my cock was laying in her naked crack as she straddled me kissing me like she was on fire.




It Begins Ch. 07



I couldn't control my mouth and my hips both at once. I tried to make my tongue mimic hers but then my hips moved to make my cock, now slippery with pre, slide along her rear, poking at her hole there occasionally until she reached back and tucked it in under us.

The feeling shocked me and I gasped into her mouth. She dug her tongue in even deeper with that. Her hips moved now making her lips slide the length of my cock in her well-lubed slit until the head of it would catch on her clit every so often. She would try to readjust when that happened without a break in the kiss and then it happened. Suddenly I was in her. I had my cock fully up inside of Kathy!

I broke it off and pushed up on her shoulders saying, "No Kathy, I can't do this... my promise."

She stared back at me with a glow in her eyes, not smiling but simply glowing from within. She leaned without a word and kissed my lips gently and then, with our lips nearly touching so that she breathed her words on me, she said, "It's OK Michael. Forget your promise. I have."

She had told me to stop her even if she didn't want me to but her tone sounded different - different enough to confuse me for a bit at least. Did she really want me to forget my promise or was that again something I was suppose to ignore like her passed pleas to fuck her?

By the time I rolled all this over on my foggy brain, her hips were moving. I was fucking Kathy - or that is she was fucking me. My hands were still on her shoulders and I made one last ditch effort at will power by pushing up but with no resolve and she knew it. She never even broke our kiss. I could feel her building speed on top of me and most of all I could feel my own orgasm building. It was now or never.

I broke off the kiss and said, "Kathy I'm about to cum in you! You have to stop!"

But she just quickened her pumping and threw her mouth over mime and muttered into my mouth, "Fuck me!" She kept it up, "Cum in me... fuck me..." and I did.

I felt like my insides became liquid and I was pumping my being into her as I exploded and came in my sister. I was sorry almost before it started but yet I wanted at least this one time. Just once I wanted to cum deep within her. I wrapped my arms around her now and thrust up hard into her forcing every spurt to go deep inside her.

She had frozen on top of me somewhere during my own thrusting and was rigid as a corpse. But our mouths were joined and her tongue was almost to the point of gagging me at my windpipe.

Then as my thrusts slowed and became more erratic, it was as if something snapped and she was alive and trying to breath again. She collapsed on top of me with her head tucked into my neck breathing hard. Neither of us spoke as she just lay there impaled. Yet with her hands now on my shoulders she pulled herself tight to me as if asking to be hugged. I replied in kind.

I lay there thinking this was the single best day of my life and no matter what the outcome nothing could change that. I loved Kathy body and soul now and even if she was upset, it was driven by love.

After laying on me until we both had pretty much caught our breaths, she put her hands on the ground and I felt her hips raise up. I felt a stark coolness as my soaking wet cock left her warm sheath and left me exposed to the air, even the hot air of summer.

I felt another gush of warmth as our mixed fluids ran out of her down the length to my groin. It was then that the immensity of the situation hit me. I had just fucked my older sister. Not only that but i did it unprotected leaving my seed in her belly. She could in fact get pregnant!

As she lifted her leg, unstraddling me, and laid on her side on the edge of my clothes beneath us facing me, I turned to her and said the only thing I could think of, "I'm so very sorry Kathy. I really tried to keep my promise. I really did."

She laid silent for a second or two and then a small smile broke over her face and her hand touched my face and she said, "I'm not."

"Thanks Kathy, but I made you a promise and I failed you," I said now staring up at the tree tops, and even they seemed to be looking away from me in shame.

She leaned up on one elbow so her face was now over me. She ran her other hand through the sparse hair on my chest. "You know that dream I was describing?" she asked.

"Yes, what about it?" I replied.

"It never got this far," she began. I looked her way questioning. "Oh I knew what came next, but somehow even in my dreams I wouldn't let myself..." she hesitated.

"I know and really I mean it. I'm sorry. I don't know what else..." but she interrupted.

She put a finger over my mouth to hush me and went on, "My body, my heart and my soul knew what I wanted, but my brain wouldn't even allow me to think that way." And she paused again. I just waited her out this time. She had something to say that needed to get out. That much was obvious.

"It's why I made you promise..." she said with each of us staring into the other's eyes trying desperately to read between the lines. Then looking down at her fingers idly twirling some chest hair she confessed, "I didn't do it hoping you'd keep that promise," and she looked back up for my reaction. "I did it hoping you wouldn't..." she divulged, then looking down again said, "so I could be able to blame you and pretend to keep my own virtue."

I saw a tear forming. Oh no, I didn't want tears. Not now. Not after this. I wanted pure joy; love; happiness. "And you did keep your virtue, sis," I said.

"Kathy," she countered, but I repeated "Sis."

I put a finger beneath her chin and went on, "We just made love, sis... yes you're still my sister and I'm still your brother, but we just consummated our love. A love much stronger than just brother and sister. A love stronger than most any plain lovers. So yes, you not only kept your virtue, but you highlighted it in my eyes. You gave me something beyond words, beyond wealth. You gave me yourself, and I love you sis."

"But Michael..." she began.

"Little brother," I corrected.

Smiling she stopped whatever it was she was going to say and said, "little brother," and then she kissed me on the lips like a lover should after making love.

After we kissed that way laying there in the woods still naked, I said shamefully, "But I am sorry, sis. I took a terrible risk and with your body."

"If you're talking pregnancy, I'm sorry but I planned for that as well," she said again ashamed of what she was about to confess. "I start my period in 3 days so I'm safe from any pregnancy. I knew it was now or never. I'd lose my nerve if we went much longer." She looked away again.

I laid there staring at my sister after her revelation. She actually laid a plan to have me fuck her. I wasn't at all upset that the reason she had me promise was so she could blame me if her conscience bothered her. The only thing that was going through my head was that she planned it - she wanted it that bad.

When she finally looked my way to see what my expression was, I must have been grinning. "What?" she queried.

"You actually wanted me... in this way?" I said, temporarily resorting to a more backward time of embarrassment at the discussion of sex.

"Yes silly," she admitted, grinning back herself. "I've wanted this for... ages."

"Here, move over on my clothes," I said now emboldened, having her scoot over where I had been laying, and getting her on her back. When she was situated with me between her legs I said, "OK now let's do it right then."

She just laid there beneath me - my beautiful older sister with the body I'd sneaked around spying on for years; the body that I only imagined late at night to jack off to; the body I'd only recently become familiar with. Here she was naked beneath me awaiting my entry into her like some innocent child.

There was no urgency this time; no pressure to get it going. I simply leaned down and kisses her lips. She was my girl here in the forest and I was her guy.

I broke it off to simply look in her eyes. There's something special about the look in a girl's eyes when she's naked beneath you; open to you. There is something magic in there. I think back now and in my mind's eye I can't really see her beautiful breasts exposed to me inches away. But those eyes... those lovely eyes! They are right here in front of me as I type.

I don't know how long I held that position, just staring and smiling, but it broke off with the feel of her hand under me, positioning me, inviting me into her. I waited for her to hold it to her opening. Then, staring into her eyes, I lowered my hips ever so slowly. I felt her nails deliciously bite into my back but didn't speed up in the least.

Finally our groins met once again. I went down to my elbows so I was almost touching her lips with mine, feeling her hard nipples against my bare chest, but my eyes still gazed into hers. We were about to make love, not fuck. "I love you, sis," was all I said, without a movement.

"I love you too, Mi... I mean little brother," she cooed back.

With that it began. I lifted up slipping slowly out of her until just the head was in. Then I slowly slid back inside her, where I now felt I truly belonged. "I really do love you Kathy," I said, seated deep in her once more.

"Sis," she corrected with a big grin.

Our lips met once again in a slow burn this time. We both felt the passion and drive, but there was patience to it. There was a power building like cocking some giant spring, yet it was still compressing.

As I began a more constant stroking motion, she locked her legs around me and held tightly to me. Our kiss began to go from the smoldering embers of our first time to a flame that was to engulf us both. We moved together like specially fitted pieces. We found fuel for the fire within us that we didn't know existed.

Somewhere in all this the sun had moved a bit past the clearing of the ridge and was now shining down on us adding to the heat, as if we needed that extra energy source.

We broke off the kiss to simply breath, but it produced the image of a lifetime for me. My sister beneath me, fucking me with every grain of her being and climaxing at the stroking of my cock within her. And all this was happening before my very eyes. Her moans... calling my name... not the usual profanities, but simply knowing in one's head that this beautiful creature loved me and was giving me everything she had to offer.

It's funny what you remember, but a single crow let out a series of shrill cries when suddenly I felt my body let go with an earth shaking orgasm. I was slamming into her so hard I ended up scooting her upper half totally off the clothes we'd laid there to keep her clean. I wasn't pumping into her, I was jerking into her.

With my last ounce of strength, I lifted a leg over hers so I could collapse to that side keeping my cock in her side by side. The sun was in my eyes, but keeping them closed heightened the sense of feel. All I could feel was my cock still inside my sister's pussy. Still in there trapping the cum I'd deposited there for the second time in a short while. I'm not so sure just when my orgasm finished. The aftermath was that sweet.

We laid there that way for and eternity or seconds, when she moved a bit and slowly let me fall from her. Then she hopped up as if the forest were on fire and grabbed my hand and said, "Get up hurry and come here," and then ran naked to the edge of the ridge. I got up but much too slow for her and she turned waving me over there as if I was going to miss something.

"I'm coming," I moaned as my thoroughly spent body arose and hurried to her.

I got there and she grabbed my hand pointing with the other saying, "Now look out there. Look at this scene. Burn it into your brain. This is our grotto!"

We stood there, two naked youths in a rustic moment in time. The camera of my brain developed a picture of nature at it's pinnacle. And then we danced. Naked we danced to the nameless tune that was our song now. I held my sister's soft sexy body close and tight and we danced.

I think this is an appropriate time to end this story. Yes there were more trips to our grotto, and yes there were many more dances sans clothing. But none to compare to the day that all of nature came together to celebrate the consummation of brotherly love.

(Not really the end)