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July 4th, My Sister, the Lake Ch. 01

By: MaryAnderson



This is my first brother/sister story. I have completed a draft of another chapter; there are a couple of other chapters incubating in my imagination.

My next posting will be Chapter 2 of Emmy and Her Daddy. To those of you who thought that story seemed incomplete, I hope you, and everyone else, enjoys.

As always, all story characters are eighteen years of age or older.

* * * *

I was deboarding at Logan Airport. With my sister headed for college at the end of the summer, Mom and Dad asked me to come home and join the three of them at the lake for the Fourth of July weekend. I'd been set to start at San Francisco's Planning Department on July 1 - I'd just graduated from San Jose State University- but my future boss said I could push the date back a week. My sister had been dispatched to pick me up; I texted her as I got off the airplane.

My sister, seven years my junior, was a dork, a nerd, a pain in the ass. Our age difference had always defined our relationship. We'd never been equals. Most of her life she'd adored me; I was the all-knowing big brother. When she became a teenager, I became the target of an unending barrage of teasing, jokes, and insults. She was even meaner to my girlfriends. I complained, but Mom and Dad said it was Bella's way of showing affection. And, I guess I knew that. For all my complaining, she was my baby-sister. No one, not even my girlfriends, fucked with Bella when I was around. 

Bella was also smart, the smartest person I knew. She was headed for Stanford on a full scholarship; I had struggled through San Jose State. On the other hand things that came easily to me, I was athletic, popular, and usually had a hot, or at least semi-hot girlfriend, often evaded my sister.

Thus, I'd been a bit surprised when Mom had told me Bella had a boyfriend. I recalled him, but vaguely and then only because of his sister Shane. Quenton was a year behind Bella in school and, as I remembered, as nerdy as my sister. Shane, on the other hand, was Bella's classmate and even as junior high school student, which was when I last saw her, was a very hot very blonde fox.

My phone rang. It was Bella.

"You got any baggage to fetch."

"No Bella, all carry-on."

"Good, I'll pick you up on the north end of Terminal C. It's the easiest place to pull over. You can tell north from south, can't you?"

"Yes brat."

"Good, they taught you something in college."

"Why didn't you just send a text? Isn't that what all you young-uns do today?"

"Taught you to read too? Most excellent. See you in a minute." 

* * * * 

Bella, in Mom's Dodge Durango, was waiting for me. I threw my bags in the back and crawled onto the seat next to her. Then I did a double-take. Nerd to the core, she had dressed in sweatshirts, long sleeves, and baggy pants, all designed to hide her skinny little body. Now she was wearing a white crop top, decorated with roses and tied at the back, and a long red skirt. She was still skinny, well slim would be a better word, and small breasted, but there was a definite musculature. Her red hair, which she had kept short, fanned out over her back past her shoulder blades. It was brighter, more fiery, than I remembered. Looking at me with her intelligent brown eyes, she noticed me noticing. She put on sunglasses, round frames and fashionable, and pulled away.

"So whatya think?

"Sis, you look great, for a dork I mean."

I wanted to ask what the hell had happened, but couldn't think of how. Bella, helpfully, filled in the blanks.

"I'm sure Mom told you - she told everyone, she couldn't believe I had a boy friend - that I dated Quent Purene this year. He and I are off now, by the way. Well, me and his sister Shane, I sure you remember Shane - all the guys remember Shane - we ended up as friends. She's real smart, not as smart as me, but smart - if you guys didn't have your brains dangling between your legs you'd have noticed. I helped her with a big computer project - she was taking a course at the university - and she gave me a few fashion hints. Even got me to yoga."

Laughing, she made a muscle.

"I'll never be a jock like you - I need to leave room for actual brains - but whatya think, not bad?"

"Sis, you look great."

We headed up Interstate 93 to the family cabin on Newfound Lake. As we talked I was grateful to have an excuse to stare at Bella; there was no need to take surreptitious glances at my suddenly cute sister.

* * * *

The family's two bedroom cabin was built by my grandparents. Rustic, it had little in common with the modern behemoths that ringed Newfound Lake. Several hundred yards from the water, it sat amidst several acres of first-growth forest. Growing up it had been a place for the family, when I became a teenager it was a place to bring friends and girlfriends. I lost my virginity at the lake. The land was worth a fortune, but my parents did well and retained the property in the condition Mom inherited it from her parents. It would, we were told, be part of mine and Bella's legacy. 

Dad was waiting outside when Bella and I pulled up. I followed him to the kitchen, where Mom was preparing dinner, and recounted recent events. Bella, having already heard it all on the way up, slipped from the room. When dinner was ready Mom asked me to get her. I found her on the side porch, wearing glasses, their frames thick and black, reading Science magazine. This was the sister I remembered.

"Hey nerd, dinner's ready."

"I hope there's plenty of red meat. That is what you Neanderthals prefer, right?"

We ate. Mom and Dad settled on the porch with a bottle of scotch. Bella and I sat with them, but Bella soon grew antsy. Dad noticed. "Why don't you two go for a walk. No need to entertain the old folk."

Bella jumped up, said, "Great idea Dad, let me change," and hurried to the bedroom, reappearing minutes later in sneakers, denim shorts, and a white shirt. She had pulled her red hair back into a pony tail. 

Bella and I walked down to the water, then moved up the shoreline. In about a quarter of a mile we came to a spot I knew well. Here, where a small stream emptied into the lake, the water was especially clean. As kids we'd spend hours jumping off the nearby rocks into the lake. 

Bella scrambled up the largest boulder, beckoning me to follow, talking all the time. 

"Remember this place? We'd come down here. I'd be scared and you'd climb up and tell me it was okay, that you'd take care of me, and I'd follow you" - I reached the top of the rock just as she said these words - "and then you'd...," she shoved me, finishing the sentence as I plummeted towards the lake, "...push me off."

I bobbed to the surface and looked up. Bella was delighted, laughing, having spent who knew how many hours plotting this little piece of revenge.

"Okay squirt, you asked for it." I dog-paddled to the shore and started up the rock. Bella attempted to stop me, but I overpowered her and, my arms wrapped around her, was about to toss her in the lake when she suddenly shifted her weight - she'd gotten stronger. We both went flying into the water.

I popped up to find her swimming away. I grabbed her foot, but she twisted free. Once on the shore she sputtered and tossed her ponytail over her shoulder, laughing in uninhibited glee. "Got you again lunkhead."

I was standing in the water thinking, or at least trying to think, of a retort when, even with the sun close to setting, I noticed that Bella's shirt, soaking wet, clung to her breasts. It was near transparent and she was braless. My sister's breasts were small, round, tilted upward, half-dollar size areolas and, at the moment, very erect nipples. It took me several seconds to process the fact that I was staring at my sister's tits. When I did I jerked my head up, looking into her eyes. Had she noticed me staring at her boobs? Was she aware they were visible? 

I focused on my sister's face, not wanting to take a chance my gaze would wander. As I did I was again struck by how well she'd grown up; she was quite pretty. Not a jump-out-at-you, fuck-you-all-night, sex-kitten kind of pretty, more a wholesome-girl-next-door kind of pretty. Her skin was lightly freckled, her face triangular with prominent cheek bones. She had the full family lips and, at the moment, a happy winning smile.

"Well big brother, do you plan to stay in the water all night? Oh, I get it, you're afraid I'll throw you back in. Okay, I promise, I won't. That is, I won't today, tomorrow you're on your own."

Trying to think of a snappy comeback I climbed out and sat next to her. The sun was setting. A cold breeze floated across the lake; Bella shivered. I put my arm around her to keep her warm. The sun disappeared behind the mountains; we were quiet, watching the sky.

We started back to the cabin. When I walked up the porch I extended my hand to her, taking the opportunity to glance at her chest. The girls were no longer visible.

"You two been gone awhile. Have fun?' Mom asked.

"Yes Mom, " Bella answered, "I threw Sam in the water few times, then we watched the sunset."

"Yeah," Dad replied, "we saw it from up here. Nice."

Bella, still damp, said, "I gonna take a shower," and headed down the hall. Before she could get away I yelled, "Hey squirt, leave some hot water."

Bella, now out of our parents' sight, turned to face me. She touched her breasts. "The way you were staring at these things, I think you need a cold shower."

She'd noticed. She also left me some hot water.

* * * *

I'd spent enough evenings, even in July, at the lake to remember to pack some heavy pyjamas. I put them on and joined the parents and Bella on the porch. She was similarly attired. She asked me to rub her neck, claiming an injury from our tussle on the lake, and I did so. Our parents, with a few drinks in them, droned on. I could see the boredom on Bella's face. Finally, I said it had been a long day, I was going to hit the sack. Bella said she'd do the same.

The cabin's second bedroom was small: two single person beds built into the wall. During my teenaged years, when a dozen-plus friends would visit, the cabin would be scattered with sleeping bags. Tonight there were just the four of us. Mom and Dad were on the porch, their inebriated voices becoming louder as they continued to drink.

I'd just laid down when Bella said, "Well, what did you think?"

"Of what?"

"Of my boobs silly. You looked at them long enough. You think they're too small?"

"Unnnnh, Bella, I barely noticed. I mean, you're my sister. I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're a bad liar. Okay, let's try this." 

She got out of bed, moved to the thick rug between us, and poked me in the stomach. I opened my eyes. She was visible in the moonlight. She'd taken her top off. I was staring at her breasts.

"I want your opinion, but since you claim you didn't look, we'll pretend this is the first time you've seen them."

She touched her left breast. "Sometimes I wonder if they're too small. When Shane and I hang out guys are always checking out her knockers. What do you think, too small?"

I swallowed. "Sis, they're fine."

She went on, as if I hadn't spoken. "But they're nice and firm, and I wonder, if they were bigger, maybe they wouldn't be so firm. I mean, Shane's are firm, but then they might not be in ten years. What do you think big brother, I know your reputation, you've got a lot of experience with girls' boobs."

She took my hand and placed it on her breast. She kept talking, providing me no chance to break in. 

"Squeeze." 

I squeezed.

"Nice and firm, huh?" 

I said nothing. She moved my hand to the other breast.

"How about this one?" 

I squeezed. The nipple hardened and she shuddered, enjoying the sensation. She did not stop talking.

"Whatya think?"

"You're right sis, firm."

She went on, as if she hadn't heard me. 

"I also wonder whether, if they were bigger, they'd be less sensitive."

Using her thumb, she pushed two of my fingers across her nipple, gasped, then said in a breathy voice, "Do it again." I did, this time without assistance. She sighed contentedly. Her breast was warm. 

"So what do you think of my tits big brother?"

Now, I like boobs. I like all kinds of boobs, big boobs, small boobs, round boobs, tear-dropped shaped boobs, boobs with big areolas, boobs with small areolas. And by now I was thinking, along with other things, like what the hell was going on, was what-the-fuck, my sister has a nice rack. "Nice, very nice."

I started to pull my hand away from Bella's chest. She took hold of my elbow, stopped me, and said, an edge to her voice, "No, squeeze it again."

I squeezed again, then ran a finger over her nipple. Bella inhaled sharply and in a sexy whisper, responded to my comment about her breasts.

"'Nice, very nice' is not exactly a ringing endorsement. I need a second opinion."

Now, throughout these events the only part of me that was not confused was my dick, it had been filling with blood. Bella whispered, "Hold still," and slid her hand, which had been resting on my stomach, into my pyjama bottoms. She grasped my penis, wrapping her fingers around it, just below the head. A drop of pre-cum emerged; she smeared it into the head with her thumb. Thinking about my parents a few feet away, I stymied a yell. 

"You do like them!"

She leaned forward, kissed my nose, rocked back on her heels, smiled. Her voice returned to the playful. "Thank you big brother, this means a lot to me." 

She was flexing her fingers, tightening, then loosening them on my shaft.

"Bella."

"Yes."

"Bella, I'm not sure about this."

"About what? Not sure I should say nice things about you? Probably not, but I need to throw you a bone now and then."

Then, before I could respond, she added, "So you really think I have nice tits?"

"You have great tits, sis." 

Her hand was running up and down my cock. It felt great. I knew this should stop, but, as I said, it felt great.

"Thanks bro." She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek.

"Bella, you're touching my penis." Don't ask me why I said that. It made sense at the time. 

"No shit Sherlock. Pretty cool huh? Its a nice one. Do you get any complaints?"

My voice was weak, unassertive. "I've heard they're rules about this kind of thing."

"Hmmm. I heard about those rules, but I don't mind breaking them. And there's another thing."

"What?"

She ran her tongue over her lips. "I love to suck dick."

With a twist of her wrist she pushed my pyjama bottoms over my penis, parted her lips, and took the head of my cock in her mouth. 

I groaned in desire and disbelief.

She let my dick slip from her mouth. "Shhh, Mom and Dad are outside. We gotta be careful."

"Sorry." Why the fuck was I apologizing?

"Its okay, but don't let it happen again." 

My kid sister planted a kiss on the head of my cock, ran her tongue up the shaft, wrapped her lips around the crown, took three inches into her mouth, worked her head up and down. One hand frigged the base of my dick, the other fondled my balls. Occasionally, she'd catch her breath, kiss the cock-head, lick its length, return it to her mouth. 

My nerdy sister had my dick in her mouth, a dick she was not supposed to see, or touch, and certainly not suck. It was crazy and dangerous and exhilarating.

There was a sound from the porch. Dad was talking to his brother in Tuscon, talking too loud. Bella paused, winked, held my dick straight up, licked from top to bottom, and kissed the tip before returning it to the exquisite warm wetness of her mouth, resuming a slurping rhythm as her head bobbed up and down. I ignored the impulse to close my eyes, reveling in the sight of my dick disappearing inside my obnoxious kid sister's mouth. Bella looked up, clearly enjoying my eyes on her.

While Bella had been taking her time, the proximity of our parents was brought home by their increasingly loud conversation and she soon began sucking with single-minded determination, thrusting her face over my cock, licking the head, sealing her lips around the shaft, cheeks concave, pumping with her hand. I rocked my hips into her mouth. She fingered my testicles.

And then it happened, my balls were burning, ready to blow. My stomach tightened, my body tensed, my cock pulsed, and I flooded my sister's mouth with cum. Bella continued to pump my shaft and a second load of cum powered up my cock and poured into my sister's mouth. 

Surprised by my second orgasm, I grunted hard and deep.

Steps were coming down the hallway. Bella glanced at the door and, in a single motion, opened her mouth, showed me my cum, and swung back into bed, pulling the light blanket over her. Mom's slightly wobbly head popped in through the partially opened door.

"You kids okay?"

"Think so Mom. Sam was having a nightmare. He dreamed he fell into a paper bag and couldn't figure how to get out." 

"You okay Sam."

"Yeah Mom."

"Good. Your father's had way too much to drink. So have I. I'm gonna get him to bed. Bella, be nice to your brother."

"Sure Mom."

She left. Bella said to me, "Should I tell her how nice I can be?"

"No squirt. I doubt she's ready for it. I'm not sure I'm ready for it."

"Well, you'll have to save your objections for the morning. I'm going to sleep."

* * * *

Despite the questions zipping through my mind I fell asleep quickly; a good blow job will do that for you. I slept in; the sun was up when I woke. I'm usually an early riser; my body was still on West Coast time. Bella's bed was empty. I pulled on my shorts and looked for yesterday's tee-shirt. It was gone. I grabbed another from my bag. 

Mom and Dad's bedroom door was closed. With all they had to drink last night, they'd be out awhile. I stepped out on the porch. Nice fresh morning; it looked like a lovely day. I followed Bella's voice to the side porch. She was talking to someone on her computer. I approached, making enough noise to ensure I didn't startle her. 

Bella turned her head. "Look what the cat drug in. Your ears burning big brother? We were just talking about you?"

My sister was wearing my tee-shirt and, I noted, nothing else. Then I looked at the computer. Shit, whomever she was, she was gorgeous. 

"You remember Shane, don't you. Don't stare, by they way, among upper primates its considered rude."

Shane had grown up well. Even over Skype her blue eyes were striking. Blonde wavy hair framed a flawless complexion and a long oval face: nice lips, nice smile. We re-introduced ourselves, then I said I'd make breakfast, asking Bella what she wanted.

"Isn't that sweet," Shane said, "offering to fix his sister breakfast."

"Think you can handle multi-grain toast and orange juice," Bella said.

"Yeah squirt, I'll try not to burn down the house, at least so long as you're not in it."

I made the toast, filed two glasses with orange juice, sat on the porch overlooking the lake. Bella say good-bye to Shane and joined me. I was very conscious that she was naked under that shirt. 

"Whatya think of Shane?"

"Seems nice."

Bella wiped a crumb from the corner of my mouth.

"Pretty?"

I paused, as if I had not considered the proposition. "Yeah, I'd say she's pretty."

"Prettier than me."

Always a deadly question. "Well, you guys are pretty in different ways, but no, she's not prettier than you."

Bella turned to me, a look of mock surprise on her face. "Big brother, very good answer. I may have underestimated you."

I finished my orange juice and placed the empty glass on the table. Bella curled up in my arms. I was preparing to bring up last night when there was a sound inside the house. Bella sat upright. "Mom and Dad are up. I better change." She leaned into me, kissed me smack on the lips - no tongue, but more than a brother-sister kiss - and headed for the bedroom.


July 4th, My Sister, the Lake Ch. 01



I pulled my tee-shirt from my shorts and let it hang free, telling my penis to behave itself, and flipped on the coffee maker I'd readied when I made breakfast. My parents, bleary-eyed and hung-over, sat down. I poured them each a cup of coffee.

"Thanks son."

"You're welcome Dad."

"Where's Bella?" Mom asked.

"Getting dressed."

I popped some bagels in the toaster. When Mom and Dad were hung-over, they liked them some bagels.

Bella emerged from the bedroom, chatting on her cell phone, wearing a tiny red bikini. It covered everything, but barely. Her hair was clipped behind her head. She opened the refrigerator, pulled out two plastic bottles of coconut water, placed them before Mom and Dad, put her hand over the phone, mouthed, "It helps," and walked outside to finish her conversation.

I watched her ass. Nice ass. 

She came back in a few minutes later.

"I was talking to Julie Henderson." The Hendersons were our next door neighbors. "Sam said he wanted to take me out sailing this morning. I called Mrs. Henderson; she said we could borrow their boat."

I looked at my sister. I had not asked her to go sailing. What was she up to?

Mom chimed in. "Oh Sam, that's so nice of you. Its good to see you two getting along."

"Yes," was my reply.

Mom turned her focus to Bella. "Where did you get that swimsuit? Don't you think it's a bit skimpy."

"Shane and I bought it last week for this trip. I think its fine."

Dad was now paying attention. "Its small."

Bella, hands on hips, gave out a whining, "You guys, I'm eighteen," and, walking over to me, added, "and I'll be with my big scary brother. I'm sure he can protect me from any unwanted attention. He's not the smartest pea in the pod, but he has muscles." She slid her hand down my arms. "He'll keep the bad guys away."

My parents looked to me. I said, "Well, she is growing up and I think I can protect her."

Mom nodded her assent, then added, "But only with family."

I changed in the bedroom while Bella packed sun screen, water, and hats. When I emerged Bella grabbed my hand, pulling me to the door. Mom, who was on the phone, covered the mouthpiece and yelled, "I'm talking to Mr. Henderson, they didn't know we were here until Bella called. They're having a cook-out, we're invited, make sure you're back by 1:30."

"Sure Mom."

We started walking to the Hendersons' dock. It was half-a-mile away. It was a chance to talk.

"Bella, last night, what's going on?"

Bella, a master at deflecting a serious inquiry with a joke, was suddenly pensive. She slipped her hand in mine.

"Did you like it Sam?"

Why lie? "Yes."

"Do me a favor. I know this sounds weird coming from me, I live inside my head, but let it go for now, don't overthink it."

Her tone was earnest, a bit apprehensive. I wasn't sure what was happening, but this was my baby sister. It sounded like she needed my help. I squeezed her hand. "Sure squirt."

Bella stopped, turned towards me, placed her hands on the side of my head, stood on her toes, kissed me. "Thank you big brother."

I was suddenly turned on.

* * * *

Mr. Henderson was at the dock, getting the sail boat ready. He glanced at me, then took a long look at Bella. "Bella, you're growing up."

"I'm trying Mr. Henderson. Thank you for letting us use the boat. You're the best."

She kissed him on the cheek.

After several minutes of desultory conversation we boarded the boat and headed north, around the cape, towards the undeveloped part of the lake.

"I'm not sure I liked the way he looked at you."

Bella laughed. "Jealous? Well, don't blame him, I didn't wear this suit by accident. Shane's shown me the value of a little flirting, a little skin. Speaking of which, do my back."

I fished the sun screen from our pack and spread it over her back with one hand, steering the boat with the other. When I was done Bella turned to face me, working the lotion into the rest of her body. We were north of the cape. There was not another boat to be seen. 

Bella said, "Just what I expected. I bet two-thirds of the people here are nursing hangovers like Mom and Dad."

She untied her bikini top and tossed it on the deck. She covered her breasts with sun block. 

I stared.

"Well, since you liked looking at them so much yesterday, I thought I'd give you another peek. Now turn around big brother, let me do you."

She applied the lotion to my back, but patiently, her surprisingly strong fingers deftly working the liquid into my skin. When she was done I reached for the bottle. She held it away.

"No, let me."

She slid between my legs, squeezed a gob of the lotion onto her hand, and rubbed it into my chest.

"Shane and I took a massage class at the community center. How does it feel? Did I learn anything?"

"Yeah squirt, it's great."

"Okay, relax and enjoy."

And that is what I did. The sun was warming my face, we had the lake to ourselves, and Bella gave me a first-class rub down. When she was done, I leaned against the side of the boat. Bella nestled between my legs, her back on my chest.

"You've got a nice body, big brother."

"Thanks Bella. I didn't know you noticed."

"I noticed."

"You've grown up pretty good yourself. I may need to can those nerd jokes."

She laughed. "I'm still a nerd, just a nerd in a bikini."

She squiggled into me, took my hands, placed them on her thighs. My arms ran across her breasts. I was quiet.

"It's nice out here," she said.

"Yeah."

"We've got the place to ourselves," she said.

"Yeah."

She turned her head, kissed me. Her lips were soft and sweet. She kissed me again. She tilted her head and kissed me again. 

I started to say something. She shushed me, then kissed me. When the tip of her tongue touched the center of my lips I took a deep breath, and with my hands on her waist, kissed her back.

We started slow: small pecks, capturing the other's lips with our teeth, giggling and laughing, but it quickly became intense. Soon we were aggressively exploring each other's mouths, our lips ardent, our kisses deep and long.

My hands, however, stayed where they were. I may have overcome the taboo about kissing my sister, as to the taboo about touching her, well, that was another thing.

But Bella wanted more. She brought her mouth to my ear, kissed it, licked it, explored each crevice and turn, then whispered, "My breasts."

"Are you sure?"

Smiling, with an air that made her seem the older, wiser sibling, she said, "Yes, I'm sure."

I stroked a nipple with my thumb. It hardened. Bella let out a short quick breath. 

"See what I mean, very sensitive."

I ran my fingertips over my sister's breasts, squeezed and kneaded them, rolled her nipples between my fingers. Our kisses were desperate and hungry. We were breathing heavily. She traced my erection through my swim trucks, then pulled away to lay on the boat's deck, spreading her legs. With a wink said, "Big brother, you owe me."

I looked at my sister, splayed before me, her red hair a bright fan behind her head, naked for all but her bikini bottom. My cock was throbbing and the desire to ravage her strong, but something intervened. I took a second. This was my kid sister. For all our feuding, I loved this girl. I'd do this right. 

I shuffled forward, licked her belly button, dipping my tongue in it. Bella squirmed. I moved up her torso, kissed her flat stomach, then stopped, taking a moment to look her over.

"What?" she said.

"You're quite the beautiful young woman." 

I anticipated a stinging retort, but Bella, a look of pure pleasure on her face, said, "Thank you big brother."

I kissed her mouth. Her lips and tongue were delicious. Desire and need surged through me. I kissed her chin, her neck, her ear. My libido was surging out of control. I needed to calm down. I leaned back on my knees and ran my fingers over her torso, not groping, but caressing, exploring her stomach, her neck, her sides, her breasts. Bella's eyes were closed, lost in what I was doing to her. She took long slow deep breaths. 

I took a nipple into my mouth. Bella purred. I licked around the areola, over the nipple, then along the underside of her breast. I returned to the nipple, raking it with my teeth. I cupped both breasts, trapped her nipples between my fingers, sucked one, then the other, flicked them with my tongue. Bella's hands were on my head, her small moans intermixed with sharp breaths.

I kissed down her stomach, teased her belly button, pressed the palm of my hand to her warm wet vagina, felt her pussy through the thin soaked material. I lowered my face, licked the fabric, tasting my sister for the first time. I ran the bridge of my nose up her pussy lips. Bella gasped and jerked. I took the top of the material in my teeth and pulled down. The bikini bottoms, after initially sticking to her wet pussy, moved over her slim hips and the tiny curve of her ass. I was staring at my sister's pussy and its light sprinkling of red pubic hair. 

"My sister has a very nice pussy."

"Are you objectifying me?"

"I'm not sure what that means, but yep."

I gazed at her sex. Her pussy lips had opened, the pink inner skin exposed. Her clit was small, but visible; it had emerged from its hood. My sister was deeply aroused. I took a deep whiff. Even outdoors, on a lake with a slight breeze, her scent was strong, intoxicating. I dipped the tip of my index finger between her labial lips, brought it to my mouth, licked it clean.

"Not only do you have a lovely pussy sis, you're delicious."

I covered her very soft, very sensitive, thighs with tiny quick licks, occasionally blowing a stream of air across her vulva. I ran my hands up and down her body, visiting her breasts, stroking her sides. She squealed in delight.

I blew another stream of hot air across her vulva, then ran a fingertip down the face of her vagina. Bella yelped.

I pushed the finger inside her and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. 

"Uuunnnhhhhh."

I slid the finger out, sucked on it, and buried my face in my sister's twat, immersing myself in her pungent wet warmth. I licked, sucked, nibbled, tasted, took my time, savoring all the delights of my sister's sex: labium, clit and hood, pussy lips, perineum, vagina. Bella was incredibly responsive, moving and moaning with each change of location, pace, and speed. She made a guy feel like he knew what he was doing.

I skipped the anus. You never know how a girl's gonna feel about the anus.

Bella took hold of my head and, each word punctuated by a gasp, said, "So good big brother, my clittie, get my clittie."

I moved up the necessary inch and, mouth open, lips in a circle, captured her clit. I licked back and forth, I licked up and down: long strokes, short strokes, soft licks, hard licks. I tried different angles. I used the rough top of my tongue, I used its soft bottom. I was fast, I was slow.

Bella bucked and moaned, squirmed and whimpered, yelped and yowled. Her flow increased; her pussy walls spasmed. Not wanting to overstimulate her clit, I moved my head down, curled my tongue, pushed it in her vagina, tongue-fucking her. When my tongue began to ache, I licked the skin between ass and cunt and massaged her clittie with two well-lubricated fingers.

Bella's grunts became more guttural. As best I could figure - it was our first time after all - she was ready. I caught her clit between my lips, sucked it into my mouth, worked it with my tongue. At first nice long strokes. As her grunts became shorter and more explosive, harder quicker licks.

I pushed my index finger inside her pussy, pressing the tip to the roof of the canal. She shook and shuddered. I'd found her g-spot. I rubbed it while stroking her perineum with my pinkie and then, what the hell, this girl was on fire, I fingered the opening of her anus. 

Bella moaned; Bella gulped down air; Bella grabbed the sides of my head; Bella thrust her hips into my face. The time for exploration and variety was over. I pushed my pinkie into her butt and wiggled it. I worked her g-spot. I licked her clit, the same quick flip of my tongue over and over. 

Bella wrapped her legs around me. Her fingers, entwined in my hair, held me tight to her sex. She groaned, then let out a single intense shriek. Her body convulsed and shook; her eyes rolled back into her head; her mouth hung open; she bucked and thrashed. I slowed the pace, drawing out her orgasm, letting waves of pleasure roll over her. 

Finally, pulling on my head, she said, "No more, too sensitive, stop, please."

I kissed her thighs, then clambered up and stretched out my arm. She lay her head on it, breathing heavily, looking at the sky. I kissed her.

"That was nice."

"Yeah sis, you taste good."

"I'm glad you like. And, I gotta admit, we found something you're good at. You're a nominee for pussy-eater of the year."

Who else? Quenton? No frickin' way. Best not to bite. "Thank you."

* * * *

We were quiet awhile, enjoying the sun. Then Bella said, "Is this weird?"

"Yeah, real weird."

"Bad weird?"

"Not sure yet squirt, but I'm leaning towards good weird."

"I love you big brother."

"I love you baby sister."

I played with her hair, then I kissed her cheeks, then I ran my hand down her body. I was getting hard. Then my cell phone went off. Sliding to the back of the boat, I pulled it from the bag. As I did Bella sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them to her chest. She was naked. She was beautiful. 

I looked at the phone. Damn.

"It's Mom, what time is it?"

Bella shrugged, smiled, pushed her hair behind her ears, shook her head. Her hair settled into place. 

"Hey Mom, what's going on?"

"Where are you? You were supposed to be here by 1:30. It's already 1:45."

"Sorry Mom. We lost track of the time. We're still on the water, heading back now."

I turned the boat around and Bella, for the second time in two days, took my cock in her mouth. Watching that shock of red hair in my lap, feeling her lips and tongue on my dick, I was transfixed. We were short on time and Bella was not subtle. In my state of arousal it didn't take long and I filled her mouth with cum. She sat up, looked at me, a glint in her eyes, and made a show of swallowing my jism, smiling as if she'd just won a prize.

Then we discovered a problem.

"Where's my bikini top?"

"It's..., oh damn, it's gone. It must have fallen into the water." 

I looked at the dock. I could see Mr. Henderson.

"What are we going to do?"

My sister, non-plussed, was wiggling into her bikini bottoms. "I'll swim home, figure a way to get past the parents. Tell Mr. Henderson I needed the exercise."

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"Sure big brother. I make this swim all the time. Tell Mr. Henderson thanks."

She slipped over the side and started towards the shore. I watched. Nice form.

* * * *

Mr. Henderson tossed me a rope. "Where's Bella?"

With a gesture of my head, I directed his attention to Bella moving through the water several hundred yards away. "She decided to swim back. Said she needed the exercise."

"Really? I thought she looked pretty healthy."

What I thought was, from the way you looked at her dude, that was pretty fucking obvious. What I said was, "I guess she's trying to stay that way."

"Your Mom called, said you guys were running late. I told her I'd have Bobby drop you off, he's going into town anyway. I can finish with the boat."

Bobby, Mr. Henderson's son, was Bella's age. saw him getting into the family pick-up.

"Thank you sir, I appreciate it. And thank you for letting us use the boat. Bella asked me to thank you also."

I climbed into the truck and Bobby asked about Bella. I gave him the same explanation I'd provided his father; he looked disappointed. "I was in the house when you two got here; I saw you out the window. Bella's let her hair grow out. How's she doing?"

"Great, doing great."

"She looked good, real good. A lot different than last summer. I remember her as kinda of a nerd, a bookworm." 

I thought about punching this kid in the head. "Yep. Still a bookworm, heading to Stanford on a full scholarship, the smartest person I know."

"She got a boyfriend?"

I really wanted to punch this kid in the head. "Yeah, she's been dating someone."

"Serious? Is he around?"

I really really wanted to punch this kid in the head. "You'll have to ask her." We'd arrived home. I opened the door and jumped out. "Thanks for the ride."

"Glad to help. Dad thought Bella looked good too. Be sure to tell her 'hi' from me. Let her know I look forward to seeing her tonight."

Okay, now I wanted to punch this kid and his Dad in the head. "Sure will."

I turned around. Mom was on the porch. Definitely pissed. "Where have you been? Where is your sister?"

"Oh, hi Mom. She decided to swim over. I'll go down to the lake and let her know to hurry up."

I dashed into the house, grabbed a tee-shirt and towel, and ran down the hill towards the water, Mom yelling behind me, "You shouldn't let your sister do such crazy stuff."

Oh Mom, you have no idea.

I saw Bella; she was close to the shore. I yelled. She looked up, swam a few more feet, stood. I should have expected what I saw, but still I was stunned. Her flaming red hair was plastered to her head and back, water ran down her body, dripping from her naked breasts. She was breathing deeply but steadily; the long swim had been a work out, but it had not exhausted her. She was in excellent condition. I sat on a rock and stared, making no effort to disguise my admiration. Bella basked in it, walking out of the water in an unhurried sexy saunter. 

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Very much."

She straddled my legs and sat on my lap. I ran a hand up her back, tangled my fingers in her hair, and kissed her, my tongue entering her mouth. Bella responded in kind. I was ready to take her, right there, on the beach.

Then my mother's voice. "Would you kids hurry up!"

"I guess we better get going," Bella said, "If I knew you could kiss like that, I'd have let you kiss me a long time ago."

I handed her the towel and tee-shirt. "Well, I'm not your only admirer. Bobby Henderson, Mr. Henderson, they're both eager to see you again."

She dried herself off, put on the tee-shirt, smiled, took my hand in hers. "All of a sudden its raining boys."

Bella took the first shower. I considered sneaking in to share it with her, but Mom and Dad, fuming, were sitting on the porch. When I got out of the shower Bella was on her bed, wrapped in a towel, blow-drying her hair. She flipped me her comb.

"Give me a hand."

"Sure sis."

Bella leaned forward, her red hair splaying out over her back and face. I ran the comb and my fingers through her long soft red locks. I wanted her. When we were done she leaned back into me, kissed me, stood, dropped the towel, grabbed two panties.

"Which one you like?"

"Pink."

She turned around, stepped into it, shook her butt, pulled it up. She reached into the small closet, selecting two short dresses. One was decorated with an American Indian motif; the other was black with large abstract splotches of bright colors. I chose the former. I put on Khaki shorts and grabbed a bright red shirt. Bella shook her head, pointing at a sky blue shirt. 

"So you've developed a fashion sense."

"Blame Shane."

We kissed and headed outside.

The cook-out was a bigger affair than I'd expected; there were a dozen families there. Bella and I hung together, occasionally splitting up to socialize individually. Several guys came on to her and Bobby Henderson was a particularly persistent pest, but she kindly deflected his attention. 

I was having fun. My biggest concern was how to get Bella alone. Then a Jaguar XJ pulled up to the house. 

Oh shit, that would be Amelia.




July 4th, My Sister, the Lake Ch. 01



Amelia was the Hendersons' oldest child. Amelia was fucking gorgeous. Amelia dripped sex. She got out of her car. Her jet black hair hung half-way down her back and somehow, even in the dark, shined. Narrow face, long slim nose, brown eyes, unworldly full lips, and a body built through endless hours with a personal trainer. She sported pearls and her make up was, as always, perfect. She was wearing tight jeans and a white tee shirt - I'm sure both cost a fortune - and effortlessly traversed the broken ground in heels. She moved with total confidence, shoulders back, back arched. The crowd, as if one, turned to stare and Amelia accepted it. There was nothing forced about her; Amelia knew that wherever she went she'd be the center of attention.

Her Dad walked up to her. She offered her cheek. He kissed it. I looked around, saw Bella. She'd been talking to the Johnson twins - those boys had grown into hunks - but they, like everyone else, were staring at Amelia. Bella walked over to me. "I see your girlfriend's here."

"She is not my girlfriend!"



July 4th, My Sister, the Lake Ch. 02



In my most recent posting I indicated that Chapter 2 of Emmy and Her Daddy would be my next submission. While Emmy should be ready relatively soon, the editing of Chapter 2 of July 4, My Sister, the Lake went faster than anticipated; it beat Emmy to the finish line. So here it is. I hope you enjoy.

As always, all story characters are eighteen years of age or older.

* * * *

During high school, when I'd invite friends to the lake, the first thing the guys asked was whether Amelia would be there. Its not that we thought we had a chance, not only was she a fricking goddess, she was four years our senior. Still we'd march to the Hendersons, hoping she'd be there, hoping she'd be sun bathing. She loved the attention. She also turned us into serfs. We'd clean her car, get the boat ready, run inside to refill her glass, anything she wanted if she'd just let us hang with her. We'd come back home to Bella's merciless ridicule, but it was worth it. 

And then, when I turned 18, Amelia said it was time for the gift. We went upstairs and I lost my virginity. When we got back down some of my friends were still hanging by the Henderson's pool. One brave, or maybe dumb, guy started to make a comment, but Amelia gave him the look, the look that says I will use you as dental floss. No one said a thing until we returned to the family cabin. 

After that Amelia and I were occasional bed buddies. It was always on her schedule and at her convenience, but I never said no. A couple of times I tried to make it more, but Amelia was disdainfully clear: boyfriends were for money, fucking was for fun. And when summoned, I always showed up. In public Amelia was cold, detached, unattainable; in bed she was a hellcat.

After college she went to nursing school, took a job at a plastic surgery clinic on South Beach, corralled one of the doctors who owned it.

* * * * 

Amelia worked her way though the crowd, heading in my direction, politely greeting each person she met. As she reached me she brushed back her hair, then looked at Bella, took a moment to study her. "Is this Bella?" Bella, a slight grin on her face, nodded yes. Her tone border-line condescending, Amelia said, "You look great, I love your hair."

"Thanks Amelia. You look spectacular, as always."

Amelia smiled, said, "Thank you, you're so kind," then turned her attention to me. "Sam, can we talk, alone."

I was not provided the opportunity to answer. Bella said, "I'll catch you guys later," and walked away. Amelia guided me to the edge of the crowd. My back was to the party, but still I felt Bella's eyes on me.

"Is that really Bella? She looks great. She was such a nerdy kid. My brother couldn't stop yacking about her, now I see why."

"Well Amelia, she's grown up, headed to Stanford on a full academic scholarship."

Amelia looked over my shoulder at my sister. "With those looks, properly managed, she could find her way to money with a lot less work."

"Well, that's not her way."

"You sound proud of her."

"Yes I am, real proud, we all are."

With a toss of her head Amelia said, "To each her own." She took my hand in hers.

"I was in Boston at a fashion show. I wasn't planning to come up to the lake, but I was talking to Mom and she told me you were up here. Why don't we go inside, get some privacy. I need to be fucked."

I'd like to claim I was impervious to Amelia's charms, but that would be a lie. I was turned-on; my dick was hard; I wanted her. When it came to Amelia my track record was unimpressive: I'd cheated on girlfriends with her, I'd once ditched a date at a party to leave with her, I'd lied to more than a few women about her. She was the sexiest woman, the best fuck, I'd ever known, but I couldn't get Bella out of my head.

I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

"I can't do that Amelia."

You never saw a crack in Amelia's facade, but there was a flicker of one now.

"Excuse me."

"I'm in a serious relationship with a woman in San Francisco. I'm being faithful to her or, at least, I'm trying."

Non-plussed, Amelia held up her hand, wiggled her fingers, displayed her wedding ring. Jeez, that was some rock.

"Sam, I'm in a serious relationship too; the guy's worth a fortune but he's a marginal fuck. It doesn't stop me."

"I appreciate it Amelia, but I told this lady I wouldn't stray."

"Sam, she's in San Francisco, she'll never know."

"Amelia, that's probably true and I'll probably regret this tomorrow, but I'll know."

She looked at me, studied my face. There was a hint of anger in her voice when she said, "You're serious aren't you." She gestured to her body, "You're going to turn this down, no one's ever turned this down." 

"Amelia, you're stunning, but I'm not going to cheat on this lady."

Amelia kissed my cheek, her voice chilly-cold when she said, "Have a good life Sam. No one gets to say no to the gift."

Sheepishly, "Yeah, I'm sorry."

Amelia walked to the bar, poured herself some vodka, swallowed it, poured some more, merged with the crowd, heading toward her brother who was talking to Bella. She gave Bobby the look; he walked away. She took hold of Bella's arm, guiding her towards the water.

What the fuck were they talking about? I needed to chill. I went inside the Hendersons' house, used the bathroom, grabbed a beer from the frig, wandered into the living room. Its glass wall overlooked the party. Amelia was talking to the Johnson twins. She gestured towards her vehicle; the three of them headed up the hill. Those were lucky boys. I scanned the crowd. I couldn't find Bella. 

"Well big brother, I've been looking for you. How was I supposed to know you were hiding in here?"

I turned to face her. Her tone had been sarcastic, but she had a gleeful smile on her face. 

"Hey squirt."

Her voice enthusiastic, almost childlike, she said, "You've got a crush on me." 

"What are you talking about?"

"What I am talking about, big brother, is that you've got a crush on me."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Bella didn't give me a chance. She skipped across the room chanting, "Crush on me, crush on me, crush on me," and lept into my arms. I caught her and, while continuing her chant, she covered my face with kisses.

Still holding her, I repeated, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the story you told Amelia. She asked me about your girlfriend in California. It took me a second to get it, that you'd made up a girlfriend as a reason not to sleep with her. I mean, you couldn't tell her the truth, that you've got a crush on your baby sister. So I laid it on real thick - you should take notes in case you're asked - her name is Chan, Japanese parents, twenty-nine, went to college on the scholarship she won when she made it into the final round of the Miss California pageant and was named Miss Congeniality. Get this, she's a software engineer in Silicon Valley. Real frickin' smart, makes a ton of money. I told Amelia she's way too good for you, no one can figure out what she sees in you, but she adores you anyway. If Amelia checks out the details she'll figure out I made it up, but she's on her way to a good drunk, she won't remember the details.

"So admit it, you've got a crush on me."

I lowered her to the floor. 

"Admit it."

I said nothing. She walked her fingers up my arm to my head, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me. I kissed right back, exploring her mouth. When done I was staring into her soulful brown eyes.

"Okay squirt, I've got a crush on you." 

I kissed her deep and hard. I thought about the empty bedroom Amelia had mentioned. Then there were footsteps on the stairs. I let get of Bella just as Mom appeared at the top of the steps. My and Bella's flushed faces were undetectable in the dark.

"I was wondering where you kids were."

"Sorry Mom," I answered, " I came in to use the facilities, ran into Bella, we started talking and then..." Bella squeezed my arm. She was right, I was explaining too much, acting guilty. 

"Well, I'm glad to see you two getting along, but come outside, stop being anti-social."

We rejoined the party. Amelia, her car, and the Johnson twins were gone.

* * * *

The party broke up close to midnight, families drifted to their cars. I thanked Mr. and Mrs. Henderson. Bobby Henderson asked Bella if she was going to the fireworks the next day. Bella said she wasn't sure. Bobby said he hoped to see her there. Bella said the same.

Back at the cabin Mom and Dad poured themselves a night cap. They offered me one; I declined. Bella, who had said she was cold, returned from inside carrying a blanket and said, "Hey big brother, make yourself useful." I was sitting on the couch and she slid between my legs, her back on my chest. She pulled the blanket over both of us. My arms lay across her body; my hands were on her legs.

Bella casually played with my hands. She ran the tips of her fingers up and down mine then, with thumb and index finger, palpitated my fingertips. She flipped my hands over and massaged my palms with her thumbs.

Dad was saying something, finishing, "So what do you think son?"

I turned my head. "I'm sorry Dad, I guess I was dozing off. What did you say?"

"I was saying what a beautiful woman Amelia has become. Her Mom told me she married well."

Bella yawned and stretched, squiggling against my body. "Yes, big brother, what do you think? She's about as sexy a woman as I've seen."

"Can't disagree, she's attractive. A handsome lady. But there were lots of pretty women at the party tonight."

Bella placed her hands on the inside of my thighs and. using the leverage, shimmied her butt on my hard-on. "Lots?"

"Well a few, including Mom and you dork-oh."

Bella, using the blanket as cover, pulled the spaghetti strap off her right shoulder, moving it over her right arm. She took hold of my right hand and brought it to the now naked breast.

Bella went on. "I don't know, it's hard to imagine any man saying no to her."

I checked the blanket, making sure it would hide what I was about to do, then squeezed and kneaded Bella's breast, very slow, very gentle. She murmured, loud enough so only I could hear and shifted her position. She was now on her side, angled against me.

"Bella, watch your mouth. She's a married woman!"

Bella sat up and looked at Mom, at the same time pulling the strap off her left shoulder, freeing her other arm. Her dress settled around her waist. 

"Sorry Mom, but she's something of a flirt."

"It's okay Bella. But you don't want to spread, or start, rumors."

Bella nestled her body into mine, rested her head on my shoulder. I rolled Bella's nipple between thumb and forefinger. The conversation was desultory, a family winding down after busy day. Bella's breathing was relaxed and deep, her breasts warm, her nipples erect. She ran a hand over my erection and in a barely perceptible voice said, "My cunt." I shook my head no, she shook her head yes. Mom said, "What was that Bella?"

"I was telling Sam here that he's nice and warm."

Now Dad. "Its nice to hear you two get along. Sam, its good, you're finally learning to take care of your sister."

"Yeah Sam," Bella chimed in, "listen to Dad, take care of your sister." She pulled her feet towards her, rasing her knees so her legs formed inverted "V's." Her hand covered mine and moved it to her vagina. There were no panties; she'd discarded them when she got the blanket. 

I kissed the back of her head. "Okay squirt, I'll try."

I touched her vulva, then, cautiously, worked a fingertip into her labia. She was wet, very wet; lubrication was not an issue. I fingered the opening of her vagina, inserted my finger up to the first joint. I thought about pushing deeper, but instead rocked the fingertip back and forth. She moaned, a low long gentle moan. 

I was focused on my finger, but heard Bella say, "Yeah Dad, that would be fun." Somehow she was managing to follow our parents' conversation; they were talking about going to Fourth of July in Rutherford. As Dad responded Bella whispered, "Deeper, two fingers."

Trying to avoid a sudden reaction, I carefully inserted a second finger into her vagina, withdrew both, pushed them back in. Her hymen was broken; my sister was no virgin. Bella let out a long sexy happy breath. I kissed the back of her head. My left hand continued working her breast.

Mom and Dad were talking about the Fourth of July. I pulled my lubricated digits from Bella's vagina and placed them on her clitoral hood. Bella, surprised, jerked. Mom looked over, but Bella had sunk her body back into mine. I massaged her clitoris with my middle finger, taking my time, going slow. Bella spread her legs, opening herself to me, expanding the size of the tent her knees created in the blanket. When she squirmed I clasped her tighter. She ran her hand up my chest, took hold of my chin, angled my face towards her, mouthed, "I love you big brother."

I did the same: "I love you too Bella."

Her head returned to my chest.

"You kids okay?" Mom asked.

Desire permeated Bella's voice when she answered ,"Sure. I tink I'm ready for bed, but feeling too lazy to get up. I'll think I'll just lay here a while."

"Speaking of which," Mom responded, looking at Dad, whose drooping eyes showed he was already 80% asleep, "its time for us to hit the hay. See you kids in the morning."

She stood, helped Dad up. The screen door banged shut behind them; their bedroom door closed. Bella pushed her hips into my hand and turned her head. We kissed, a long deep hot hungry needy kiss. My fingers continued to work their magic and Bella began bucking her hips. Grunting in short sharp sounds, she ripped her face from mine and buried it in my chest, trying to muffle her moans.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh."

I switched fingers, pulled the clitoral hood back with my middle finger and applied pressure directly to her clit with my index finger, the intensity of her moans guiding the speed and pressure with which I worked the nub. 

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh."

The force of my hand on her breast doubled.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh."

I massaged her clit, sped up, applied more force. She pushed her sex into me, demanding more. I gave her what she wanted.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH."

I slid my ring finger down, stroked her pussy lips, pushed it inside her. She was wet and warm. Her pussy clamped down, trying to pull my finger inside. I caught a nipple between two fingers, squeezed it, rolled it back and forth.

"Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, CUMMMIIINNNNGGGGGG."

She came, shaking, quivering, clasping her legs together. I slowed, reduced the pressure on clit and cunt, drew out her orgasm. She shook in my arms, but more gently, then drew a deep breath, relaxed, molded herself to me. I took my hand from her sex, turned her face to mine. She wore a happy silly smile. I kissed her, sucked on an ear lobe, nibbled on her neck.

We sat on the porch, listened to the sound of the night, the waves lapping on the shore. We kissed, we giggled, we touched, and then, for the second time that day, the third time in the last two, my sister took me in her mouth. My sweet geeky kid sister gave me a blow job. After I came we went to our bedroom, kissed, crawled into our separate beds.

"Night squirt." 

I had the sexiest dorky sister ever.

* * * *

When I woke the next morning Bella was gone. I turned on the coffee maker and wandered to the side porch where I'd found her the day before. Her computer was open; she was talking to Shane. That woman was some pretty. Bella was wearing my tee shirt, and nothing else. I kissed her on the top of her head.

"Good morning squirt. Hey Shane."

"Morning Sam. You two having fun with the parents."

I said, "Yep, sure are," then added, "I'll let you guys finish. You want some breakfast Bella?"

She leaned back in her chair, her red hair cascading down her back, the outline of her nipples evident in my tee-shirt. "Bacon and eggs, scrambled. Wheat toast."

"You got it." I bent down, pecked her on the lips, said good-bye to Shane, headed inside.

When I'd finished I brought two plates to the front porch. Bella joined me on the couch. After we finished she straddled my legs, thanked me for breakfast, and we kissed, our tongues intertwining. Somehow, in the space of seventy-two hours, french-kissing my sister had become the most natural thing in the world. I was going to suggest we put on some clothes and find some privacy when I heard my parents. 

Bella heard them too. "I better change."

"By the way Queen dork-o, am I going to get my shirt back?"

She stuck out her tongue out, said, "Heck no," and hurried back to our room.

* * * *

I returned to the kitchen, cleaned the dishes, fixed Mom and Dad coffee, dropped two bagels in the toaster. The three of us adjourned to the porch. Mom and Dad ate; I nursed my second cup of coffee. Bella joined us wearing red gym shorts, a grey Stanford tee-shirt, flip-flops, and a baseball cap. We touched on last night's party before turning to Fourth of July in Rutherford. Food booths, an old car show, raffles, traveling amusement rides, a make-shift stage on which a Zumba instructor, Rutherford's belly-dance society, and some local bands would perform, a land parade during the day, a boat parade as the sun set, ending with the high school band and fireworks. It sounds cheesy, but it was always fun.

The four of us drove into town together. While I'd hoped to sneak into corners and behind buildings to share forbidden kisses and caresses with my sister, we ran into an unending array of neighbors, friends, and acquaintances. We were limited to dirty talk. When people saw brother and sister in conversation, none imagined that Bella was describing exactly how she'd next suck my dick while I particularized how I'd eat her strawberry snatch. Bella did have to remind me to stop staring at her ass and tits - "someone's gonna notice" - and I pulled my tee-shirt out, letting it hang over my shorts and recurrent erections.

The Hendersons were ubiquitous. At one point Mrs. Henderson pulled me aside. Amelia, she said, had been excited about her visit, so she couldn't understand why her daughter left the party early, returned long after midnight, dragged herself downstairs close to noon, and, after a couple of cups of coffee departed without explanation. Did I know what was up? 

"No ma'am."

The clearly infatuated Bobby Henderson tagged along with Bella and I much of the day, trying to impress my sister. When his Dad called to tell him it was time for the boat parade, he invited Bella to join him. Bella declined, indicating she wanted to watch while eating with her family.

"Maybe I'll catch you at the fireworks," he said.

"Maybe," she answered.

We joined Mom and Dad. Mom had made her amazing fried chicken. We ate and while Mom and Dad watched the boats, Bella lay down, her head resting on my thigh, looking at Knob Mount, a rocky wooded hill set right behind the town.

"Sam, remember when you were in high school, you said you got a better view of the fireworks from up there. You and your friends would hike up there."

"Yeah, I remember. You'd come along sometimes. We'd have fun."

"You mean, 'we'd have fun' in the sense that Mom made you take me and then you'd get one of your friends to distract me while you sneaked off to hook-up with your latest girlfriend. That 'we'd have fun?'"

"Uhhm, you knew about that?"

"Sure did. It was half the point of tagging along, throwing a monkey wrench in your make-out sessions."

I had no come back.




July 4th, My Sister, the Lake Ch. 02



Bella continued. "Cat got your tongue? Well, why don't we tell Mom and Dad we want to go back up there for old time's sake. They'll think it's sweet. Poor Bobby will be disappointed, but he'll live."

Which is how Bella and I found ourselves walking up Knob Mount, a blanket under my arm. I located the private spot I'd discovered years before and, to the sound of the high school band playing patriotic songs, Bella and I made-out. I kissed her lips, I kissed her eyes, I kissed her neck. My tongue explored the inside of her mouth, the turns and crevices of her ears. I nibbled on her neck, her shoulders, her ear lobes. Bella kissed me back with a desire that equaled my own and I wondered where'd she learned to kiss like this. Quenton? Maybe I underrated nerds. Such musings, however, were fleeting. The two of us, libidos aflame, were ferocious, hands and mouths explored each other's body.

She took hold of the zipper on my shorts, pulled it down, extracted one very hard cock.

"It is a nice dick. I can see why Amelia was so upset."

She stroked it, first with her fingertips, then grasped the shaft. When she had it throbbing and spitting pre-cum, she rose to her knees, rubbed it over her face, breathed in its scent. Her eyes closed to tiny slits as she processed the smell. She worked her jaw back and forth, kissed the head. "Definitely my favorite new toy." 

And then, for the fourth time in three days, my cock was in my sister's mouth. Her tongue gently explored its underside, then licked the slit, enjoying my pre-cum. When I rocked my hips she took me deeper, opening her mouth wider, forcing her face over my shaft. Her free hand cupped my balls, the sack resting on her palm. After several minutes of avid sucking she pulled back and my cock slid between firmly compressed lips, plopping against my stomach. She dragged my shorts off, took off her shirt, exposing braless breasts, winked, licked up and down my cock, then bathed my ball sac with her tongue. I spread my legs and she licked my scrotum, taking each testicle into her mouth. Her small breasts swayed against my thighs. 

She sat up, smiling in delight.

"Never imagined your kid sister could do that, did you?"

"No, can't say I did. Never imagined saying this to her either: Bella take off your shorts, I want to see your pussy."

"You forgot to say please."

"Bella, please take off your shorts, I want to see your pussy. Please."

"Much better." She whisked off her shorts; they joined our other clothes in a pile by the blanket. Her red pubic hair was sparse; her pussy lips glistened in the fading sunlight. 

She got on all fours and took me into her mouth, her tongue pressed against the bottom of the shaft. I placed my hand on her back; she purred and I traced my finger down her spine to her butt, then through the crack of her ass. It slid on the lubricant that had leaked from her pussy. I massaged her ass hole; she moaned and raised her behind.

She released my cock, licked it, swirled her tongue on my perineum. I fingered her pussy lips and, affirming she was sufficiently lubricated, buried two fingers inside her, twirled them around, marveling at her tight twat. She moved her knees further apart and pushed her hips into my fingers, driving them deeper into her cunt. I pulled my fingers, covered in her cream, from her pussy and probed her asshole. She let out a deeply aroused moan.

Bella blew a blast of hot air between my legs, and in a breathy voice, said, "Lift yourself up."

Using my arms for support, I arched my back, picking my butt off the ground. My naked sister clambered between my legs and licked my asshole. I shuddered; then I moaned. She pushed her tongue inside my butt, wiggling it around. Encouraged by my response, Bella alternated between driving her tongue into my asshole and licking the rim.

It was heaven, but still, I could hold myself up only so long. My legs started shaking, Bella got on her knees, displaying her naked torso, breasts sitting firmly on her chest, and I dropped to the soft earth, gulping in air, squirming in a state of desperate arousal. Bella dipped a finger in her pussy.

"I'm ready big brother."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Birth control?"

"Of course."

"Good, because I need to fuck you. I want you, all of you."

I was surprised by the intensity of my voice. Bella caught it.

"You're going to have me. But before you go all bleary-eyed on me, shove your dick into your little sister. She really wants to fuck you." She ran a finger along her slit, it glided across her clit. "Fuck me silly Sam."

Obviously, over the last few days I'd thought of this moment. Normally, with a girl as young and inexperienced as Bella, I would take control. But there was something different about Bella, something wise and discerning. Although I wanted to pound her pussy with runaway lust, I tamped down my rampaging testosterone, ready to gauge her needs before satisfying my own.

Bella walked forward on her knees, straddled my groin. I thought about how small and slight she was, looked at her delightful breasts, glanced at her pussy. I was about to fuck my sister. What was unimaginable a week had become inevitable.

She grabbed my cock, closed her eyes, ran its head over the face of her pussy and labia, sometimes stopping to wiggle against it. Her moans were low and luxurious. She centered it on her vagina and carefully, patiently, slid down its length. When it inside her she undulated, curved her spine, pushed her shoulders forward, placed her hands above my shoulders, leaned forward. Her head, framed by her long red locks, hovered above mine. There was a gleeful happy smile on her face.

"Nice cock bro'. You give new meaning to the phrase big brother."

She sat back up, moved her hands to my chest, and started rocking on my erection. I studied her motions, complemented mine to hers. Soon she was gasping, her head nodding back and forth, her mouth half open, her breasts bouncing on her chest. I reached between her legs - she was slick with pussy juice - and placed my thumb just above her clit, moving it in small tight circles.

Bella's face reflected ecstacy and concentration, awash in the pleasure radiating from our conjoined bodies. Bella's fingers tightened on my chest, digging into my flesh; her face was flush, her body shook. A single sound came from her, sort of an "Ennyahhh," and she opened her eyes, looked at me, gasped for air. She had come, the orgasm short and strong, soft and sweet. She licked her lips. "Let's do that again."

Well, that question was answered; my baby sister was multi-orgasmic. We repeated, letting her move against me, I matching her undulations. My sister came again and again. My cock, slipping sliding roving inside her wonderful warm wet tight pussy was on fire; intense pleasure vibrated along its length, flowing into my body.

The first firework went off. Bella turned to watch it. 

"Well big brother, I guess its time to ramp up the action." She raised herself until only my cock-head was inside her, then squealed as she slid back down, loving the sensation as my shaft filled her tiny snug box. Her pussy walls squeezed my cock. Bella was incredibly tight; Quenton must be packing minimal equipment.

When another bright light from the fireworks flooded the mountain I looked at Bella. She was panting, her body taut and flush. Her hips rocked back and forth. I pushed deeper inside; she cooed, opened her eyes, caught me staring at her.

"I love your dick. Deep, go deep, fuck me deep."

I pushed into her. She groaned, relaxed, then tightened her cunt muscles, used them to drag my cock into her.

"That's it big brother, deep, fill up your baby sister, fill her up."

My kid sister was talking dirty to me. My nerdy kid sister was talking dirty to me! It was fricking amazing; my cock jumped in her pussy.

Our hips pressed together, she squirmed, searching for ways to force another millimeter inside. Bella grunted, rose up on her knees, long slow strokes filled her pussy. Another orgasm hit her. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth fell open, her arms went limp. I took her hands in mine; she used them to leverage herself onto my penis.

I pumped my cock into her. I was fucking my sister; I was fucking the brat who'd made it her life-mission to annoy me. I shoved my cock into her. She groaned in delight. I started fucking her with unrestrained need, filling her pussy with strong hard strokes. 

Bella's body bounced on mine. She chanted, then shouted, "Ooh fuuck ... ohhh ... ohhh... ohhh fuck." There was no need for quiet; fireworks were exploding over the town. Consumed by incestual lust, I was relentless.

"Take it sis."

"Love your dick," Bella whimpered. 

I grabbed her hips, pulled her into me.

"Your pussy's heaven."

Cum was boiling in my balls.

"Ooooooo, feels good Sam. I'm going to come. Come inside me Sam, give me your seed, fuck me, feed me, fuck your sister. Ohhh my, it feels so good."

Bella moaned, her body shuddered, her face flushed, her leg muscles grew taut, her fingernails dug into my chest, another orgasm swept over her.

"Love your big frickin' dick. Do it Sam, come in my pussy, fill your baby sister's pussy with cum. Come inside me, come for me."

I increased the pace, fucking my sister, my shaft pistoning in and out of her. Bella whimpered and moaned; she drove her body down the length of my dick. Her cunt muscles grabbed my cock. She reached behind and stroked my balls with her fingertips. Her body thrashed; her cunt walls closed on my cock in a death grip. I groaned and, unable to hold back any longer, erupted, filling my sister with the large thick load of cream my balls had stockpiled since last night.

"Bella, I'm cumming," I squealed, pumping my cum inside her body. 

"Me too big, eyyyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Bella groaned and shuddered, her cunt tightened on my cock, spasming as a series of short powerful orgasms, echoing from head to toe, ripped through her. The cheeks of her ass bunched and twisted, her knees pressed to my side. Gasping in ecstasy, she ground her pussy into my groin and rode out the earthquake, then the aftershocks, of a final powerful orgasm. Her cunt muscles contracted, squeezing every last bit of cum from me. Finally, she lay on top of me. Her small body felt right atop mine. We heard a quick succession of explosions; the firework show had reached its finale. We turned our heads to watch. The citizens of Rutherford applauded. Bella's pink tongue darted out and licked my lips.

"Well, I'd never have guessed it, but Mom's romance novels are right. The first time I'm with a man I see fireworks."

I thought: "The first time I'm with a man." No way. Bella knew way too much about her body, about making love, about fucking, to be a novice. I donned my poker face. This was neither the time nor place to discuss her history. Instead we kissed, the moment interrupted when several deer darted across the glen. 

"We better get going," I said, "we don't want to keep the parents waiting."

We dressed; Bella put her baseball cap on backwards; holding hands, we headed down the hill.

* * * *

"Caught you by surprise with that 'first time with a man' thing, didn't I."

"I'm not sure what you mean." I listened to myself. I sounded lame.

"Big brother, I've spent my entire life studying you. I know your poker face. But since you and I are going to be lovers, there are a few things you should know."

We were going to be lovers?

"So at the beginning of the school year Quenton asks me out. Well sorta asked me out. He was fumbling around, trying to ask me out, and finally I agreed to go to the movies with him. If I'd waited for him to actually say it, we'd still be standing there.

"Now its not like the guy excites me and I can already hear the nerd dating nerd jokes, but I'm tired of sitting home on Friday nights, so we start hanging. Then I learn that maybe I'm not as smart as I think I am. I'm at Quenton's a lot and get to know Shane. Blonde, unbelievably beautiful, popular, always some jock boyfriend, I'd pegged her as an air head, didn't know her mind you, but had her pegged. Well, as I said, I'm over there a lot and she's smart and funny and real nice. 

"One day she asks me for help, she's got a big computer project. We spend about a week working on it together and by the end of it were friends. She gives me advice on hair, clothes, etc., advice I actually listen to instead of making fun of the person offering it. We're hanging at school. I'm spending a lot more time with my boyfriend's sister than my boyfriend. 

"Well Quenton's got this thing, happens about 95% of the time. If you suck his dick, he comes, then falls asleep. Usually for an hour or two, sometimes all night. It became sort of a private joke between Shane and I. I'd get bored with her brother, suck him off, and then she and I'd get together while he snored upstairs.

"Well one weekend his parents go out of town and I go over there and Shane and Quenton are drinking vodka martinis, having a good time. Quenton's mildly looped. We go upstairs to his bedroom, I take him in my mouth and while it takes longer than usual - it always did when he had a little alcohol in him - he comes and passes out, snoring up a storm. He's not waking up til the sun comes up.

"I go downstairs. Shane asks what took so long and makes me a drink and throws some popcorn in the microwave - I'm not sure I can recommend popcorn and a martini for dinner - and we load a movie, but we're not watching it. Instead were yaking and she asks me about sex. She'd figured out I didn't enjoy it with her brother.

"And I tell her the truth, that the few times Quenton used his fingers or mouth on me it was terrible. He was clumsy, insecure, it was embarrassing for him and for me, and it did not feel good. He didn't caress me, he pawed me.

"I tell her I decided just to use my mouth on him. It satisfied him and, and I know this is not romantic, was efficient. 

"Shane tells me it can be great, but in her experience most high school guys are like her brother, they're terrible at it but they all think they're porn stars. When they're done they all start bragging about what studs they are - boring. Girls, she said, are generally better.

"And I look at her, 'Girls?'

"'Yeah Bella, I thought you knew.'

"'No, what's it like?'

"Well, that night Shane and I became lovers. When I said you were the first time a man's been inside me, you thought I seemed too experienced for a virgin, didn't you?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Sex with Shane is wonderful; it's how I learned about my body. She's been inside me, with our toys, scores of times, but she's the only one. We decided not to announce it. She likes guys, I like guys, neither one of us wants to be branded a lesbian. I don't feel like a lesbian. What happened was unique to Shane, I wasn't with her because I like women, I was with her because I like Shane. It became my closest deepest relationship. Which is why, one day, I told her something I'd kept private for years, something I'd shared with no one."

The grip on my hand tightened; the tone of her voice said I was supposed to ask.

"Do you want to tell me?"

"Yep."

The "yep" was meant to be light-hearted and confident, but it veiled her concern. She was worried about what she was about to say.

"Go ahead. I promise, no jokes."

A deep breath, and then, "Okay. I told Shane that as long as I remembered I'd been in love with my brother. It came out in my teasing, the way I made fun of your girlfriends."

"Go on." 

She wrinkled her nose. "I could be pretty vicious."

That was right. Many of my girlfriends refused to come back to the house; some she'd reduced to tears.

"You've got a powerful wit."

"That's a nice way to say it.

"Well, Shane and I talked about it, I told her everything. And after listening and letting me get it all out, she suggested I go for it, which is what I've done. I couldn't have done it without her friendship, I wouldn't have had the confidence or courage."

* * * *

I spotted our parents when we were a couple of hundred years away. I pointed them out to Bella. Bella waved, then turned to me.

"It's time you wiped that silly stupid grin off your face. We don't want anyone to think I just got done fucking your brains out."

What silly stupid grin?

Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she added, "But I did, didn't I?"

"Yes you did Bella, you certainly did."

I tried to don my serious face. Bella looked at it and laughed.

We met our parents by the car. The place had mostly cleared out. The Hendersons' boat was gone. I was still holding Bella's hand.

"We were starting to get worried about you kids, you took a while to get back."

"Yeah Mom," I answered, "Me and Nerdzilla here were talking about her coming to school. We've decided to live together, get a place near Stanford. I can commute into San Francisco. It will be fun, convenient, and save a few dollars."

Mom smiled broadly. "That's great, I'm glad to see you two happy together, like a brother and sister should be. Aren't you glad I insisted you come home Sam?"

"More than I can say Mom, more than I can say."

* * * *

When I started July 4, My Sister, the Lake, I planned for future chapters in which Shane would join Sam and Bella for some fun. Now, I'm not sure if I want to end the story as is or continue it with Shane. If you have any thoughts on the subject, let me know.



July 4th, My Sister, the Lake Ch. 03



Welcome to the third chapter of July 4, My Sister, the Lake. None of my stories have received a volume of readers' comments comparable to this one. I want to thank all those who wrote. Comments, both positive and negative, are always welcome. It helps to know what people think.

To place Chapter 3 in context, Sam flew from the West Coast to East Coast to spend July 4 with his family. While there he and his baby sister Bella became lovers and Bella confessed a past same-sex relationship with her best friend Shane. Chapter 2 ended with them rejoining their parents after having found a private place to consummate their affair during the fireworks show.

As always, all story characters are eighteen years of age or older.

* * * *

Bella was scheduled to drive me to the airport the next afternoon for my red eye flight to San Francisco. Before hitting the sack we told the parents we planned to get up early the next morning and explore the lake in the family canoe. This was somewhat true. We did got up early, but our exploration consisted of paddling to a nearby island we'd oft visited as kids. At its center was a lovely shaded knoll and there we unfurled a blanket and made love.

When done I was lying on my back; Bella was lying perpendicular to me, her head resting on my chest. Except for her baseball cap, we were naked. I was fiddling with her long red hair.

Now, I'd sworn I wouldn't ask this question, but I'm sure you guys will understand. I was in that post-orgasm place where all is well and nothing bothers you. You know what I mean: "Hey man, you want to borrow my car for the weekend? Sure buddy, be my guest. By the way, do I know you?" 

Bella's sighs indicated she was in the same happy place.

So I asked.

"Bella, what's it like to make love to a woman?"

She turned, looked at me, made a face. "Sam, its kinda like what you just did. Almost exactly the same in fact."

"No, you know what I mean, with another woman? Is it different?"

"Sam, hand me my bag."

I slid the bag over. Bella pulled out her phone, pressed a few buttons, held it in front of her. 

I asked, "What are you doing?"

"You'll see."

There was a female voice, "Hey Bella."

Bella said, "Cha-ching."

"Ohmigod, already? I'm going to need confirmation."

Bella shuffled over next to me, held the phone in front of both of us. It was on Facetime; I was looking at Shane.

Bella explained. "When I told Shane I was going to tell you about her and I, she said you'd ask me what it was like to make love to a woman. She said every guy she's told did so. I thought about, realized she was right, figured you'd ask in the first twenty-fours hours. She said you'd last longer than that. So we bet $5.00. Fess up brother."

Now here I was, lying naked in the forest, having just made love to my sister, talking to her best friend and former lover about my performance in a social science experiment. If I'd thought of something witty to say, I'd have said it. Instead I said, "Uh, yeah."

Shane's eyes swung back to Bella. "Well, I'll pay up tonight. See ya after droppin' your brother off; give him a kiss from me."

Bella raised herself up on an elbow and kissed my lips, blocking my view of the phone. I didn't know whether Shane was watching.

* * * *

I saw Bella once more that summer; she flew to San Francisco for three days so we could pick out a place to live. She'd already honed in on four potentials and we quickly signed a lease, which gave us more time for, well, you know.

At the end of the summer the plan was for me to fly east; Bella and I would then drive to San Francisco. We were going to take our time, play tourist. Thus, I think you can imagine my confusion when, two days before my trip home, I got a text from Bella asking if it was okay if Shane came along. Shane intended to take a year or two off before college and, after having heard Bella sing San Francisco's praises, wanted to check the city out.

I knew enough about women to know I had no idea what was going on. Why would Bella invite Shane along on our vacation? Was it some kind of test? Was I supposed to say no? Was I supposed to say yes? I decided to call and test the lay on the land.

Bella answered, put me on Facetime. She was in a pink bikini. 

"Hey big brother, get my message?"

"Yeah."

The picture jerked wildly; someone had grabbed the phone from Bella. Now I was looking at Shane in a skimpy yellow bikini top.

"You're sister's such a liar. She asked me whether I wanted to come along."

Bella's head, pressed to Shane's, appeared on the screen.

"Well, you know you want to, even if you didn't ask. You've been talking about getting away, asking me about San Francisco."

"Yeah, just what I want, drive cross-country watching you and your brother make goo-goo eyes at each other."

"So whatta ya think Sam? Okay if Shane comes along?" 

I was no better informed about what to say then when I started; illumination did not seem forthcoming.

"How about this, I'll live with whatever you two decide."

Bella stuck her tongue out.

"Chicken."

"Guilty as charged."

* * * *

I think most guys would say Bella is more cute than sexy. They, however, hadn't seen her today. She was standing at the end of the terminal wearing tight leather leggings, leather ankle boots, and a black coat that reached her knees. The coat was open, displaying a skin-clinging crop-top with slender white and black vertical stripes and showing off an inch of midriff. It was hot. It was fucking hot. My cute baby sister was unbelievably fucking hot. Guys, whether with their girlfriends or not, were staring at her as they walked by. She met my open stare of admiration with a cat that ate the canary grin.

I leaned down to kiss her.

"You miss me?"

"Sure did, but if you always greet me like this I might go away more often."

"So you like! Shane helped me pick it out. Her way, I think, of saying sorry for barging in on our trip." 

Well, now I knew whether she was coming.

"Come with me, I've got something else to show you."

Hand in hand, chatting excitedly, as if we'd been apart not for several weeks but for a few hours, we headed for the parking deck. She hit the elevator button for the top floor, something I thought odd; the airport was not crowded, there must have been plenty of empty spaces. I didn't say anything however, my mouth was busy. I had taken Bella in my arms; I was kissing her hungrily.

When the elevator door opened I scanned the lot. The top floor had no roof and there were only a few vehicles there, none of them Bella's car. Before I could say anything, Bella took hold of my hand and, dragging me behind her, headed for a van I didn't recognize. 

"This is my other surprise. Shane leant it to me, it belongs to her older brother."

I remembered him, a year older than me, almost as good looking as his sister, with a definite reputation among the ladies.

Bella opened the back of the van. Inside was a mattress.

"She said we probably needed some alone time and don't worry, I cleaned everything."

Bella got in, shed her coat, sat on the bed. I followed, put my arm around her shoulder.

"So you really like the look?"

"Yeah, but if you dress like this no one's gonna know you're a nerd."

She smiled, kissed me. "As long as you do we should be fine. God, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too kiddo, my sexy sweet smart sister."

We kissed, then kissed again. I wondered whether I could forget we were in the back of a van on the top of a parking deck at a major airport; I found I could. I even stopped hearing the airplanes. Bella and I kissed, lips only. We kissed, tongues in the other's mouth. We kissed soft, we kissed hard. Sometimes we pecked; sometimes we looked into each other's eyes; sometimes we smiled, giggled; sometimes I held her close, told her how much I loved her. It was Bella, while pulling her top off, who finally said, "Aren't you going to fuck me big brother."

After the shirt came off she reached around and undid her bra, then shook her head, settling her red hair - she had let it grow out another few inches over the summer - back in place. Her breasts were more beautiful than I remembered, small and firm, pale and pert, capped by delicate red nipples. I cupped one as I brought my lips to hers. Our tongues played together; her nipple grew hard against my palm; she groaned. She undid the buttons of my shirt, opened it, ran my hands along my chest.

"You been working out?"

Actually, I had.

"Yeah. You like?"

"Very much."

She nuzzled her face in the hairs of my chest, took a deep breath. "I've missed the way you smell."

She smiled, we kissed again. She flopped down, her back on the mattress, and laid a leg across my lap.

I undid one boot, then the other; Bella, hands on hips, began shimmying out of her leggings. When they passed her butt I pulled them off, then straddled her, kissed her lips, kissed her neck, planted my lips on her shoulder, blew hard, cackling at the raspberry sound. Bella frowned, "Men."

I kissed a breast and, while rocking my thigh against her panty-clad sex, took them into my mouth. Bella purred.

"Yes, brother, eat your sister's tits."

I needed to get my pants off; my cock ached. I got up on my knees and reached for my belt, but Bella's hands covered mine, moved them to the side, and with focus written on her face, undid my belt buckle, pulled off the belt, laid it to the side, worked the top button free. Her hand curled inside my boxers, a finger ran the length of my cock.

"I've missed this thing. It miss me?"

"Very very much."

Taking hold of my pants, she pulled them past my hips. I rolled onto my back, yanked them off, settled next to her, my cock pressing against her leg. I kissed her, took a breast in my mouth, enjoying its weight, firmness, shape, form. Her light red nipples were hard and erect, her areolas engorged with blood. I sucked on my sister's breast. She, groaning and writhing, held my head to her chest. I opened my mouth wider, taking most of the small breast in my mouth, sliding my tongue over her nipple. I looked up; her eyes had the same lustful glare as mine.

Her hand worked down my body; her fingers locked on my dick. Her thumb grazed the foreskin below the head, then teased the piss-slit, swirling the pre-cum over the head, smearing it down the length of my cock.

"Oh Sam, your dick's so fucking hot."

Directing me to my back, she crawled on top, kissed down my body, dragging her tits across my chest until they caressed my cock. Her titties teased and brushed my shaft; more pre-cum oozed out. She ran her hands across my chest, down my flanks. I closed my eyes. She kissed the shaft, inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring.

"I love the smell of your dick. I've just got to taste it. It's been way too long."

Bella had figured out I like a little nasty talk. My cock got a little bigger, a little harder. She wrapped her fingers around its base and frigged the shaft. Her tongue darted out to lick the crown. 

"Oh god Bella, yes."

Bella, with languid delight, opened her mouth and took me inside, swallowing me without apparent effort. She slurped up and down my prick. Her mouth was warm and welcoming, a velvet sheathe tailor-made for my dick. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch. The shaft gleamed as it slipped from between her lips; her tireless tongue swirled over the knob. I squirmed as she pistoned her mouth back down, taking me deep into her face. She alternated between short and long sucks, delivering a frenzy of pleasure.

The weeks of longing for my sister had taken their toll; I could feel the pressure building in my balls. My grunts grew animalistic, my hips bounced fiercely off the mattress. She sucked all the more furiously, using her hand and mouth in tandem.

I could feel my balls drain, I cried out, "Oh fuck, Bella," and fired a thick rope of jism down my sister's throat. She swallowed, spit out my dick, and with her best wanton smile aimed my cock at her tits, splattering herself with the second load. She continued pulling on me, draining the last drops of cum. I collapsed on the bed in amazement and satiated lust. My nerdy sister was the hottest sexiest woman on the planet.

She, however, was just getting started. Sucking on her lower lip, she climbed back up my body and licked one of my nipples with the flat of her tongue.

"So, did you miss me?"

I rolled her onto her back, opened my mouth wide, said, "Yes," and took one of her small breasts into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue, then turned to the other. I loved those firm little orbs. I reached between her legs; she squealed; her pussy was swimming with juice.

I lapped her nipples until they shined, the buds, now a dark red, stood at attention. I squeezed them, caressed them, kneaded them, buried my face between them. I worked my fingers up and down her slit, avoiding her clit, waiting for Bella to say...

"Oh fuck Sam, eat my cunt. Your sister needs her pussy licked." 

Could any self-respecting big brother refuse such a request?

I slid down her body, squeezed her tight little ass cheeks in my hands, gazed at her pussy. Bella didn't shave, but the thin covering of light red hair obscured little; her outer pussy lips were swollen, revealing the soft pink flesh within. Her clit, on her tiny frame, seemed huge; it had poked free of its hood. 

Starting with a slow tongue-kiss into the slick folds of her pussy, I began to eat her out. Initially my tongue did all the work, worming its way inside her, exploring the sensitive face of her vagina. When I had her purring I parted her pussy lips with my fingers, opened up the valley, giving me clear access to her pink inner lips. I was glad I'd already come; it gave me the patience to take my time. I swirled my tongue inside her. Sticky strings of cunt juice clung to my face.

Bella rolled her belly and hips; she held the bed sheet in one hand, stroked my head with the other. Her short red nails felt good on my scalp. My nerdy little sister told me how good her cunt felt, how she loved my tongue, how she wanted her stud-brother to suck her twat like the good slut-sister she was. I moved up to her clit, licked once. The result was electric; she arched her back, thrust her hips forward. I sucked her clit into my mouth, attacked it with a relentless wiggling of the tip of my tongue. She was moaning in short hard bursts, then she shrieked, the dam collapsed, and she came; her juices came on like a flood, soaking my chin and tongue. I drank from her like a man fresh from the desert or, more accurately, like a man who'd spent the last several weeks longing to make love to his sister.

She tugged at my shoulders.

"Sam, I need to be fucked; please please give me your cock. Fuck your sister, she needs it."

Happily, my cock had risen back to attention. She spread her legs; I scrambled atop and sank my dick into her, drawing a loud cry of pleasure. Her pussy was pure heaven, tight and wet, it clung to my shaft, her juices slathered my nuts. We began at a slow, shallow pace, moving our hips against each other, savoring our first fuck in weeks, but soon we picked up speed, my thrusts going deeper and harder. She moved with me, we found a satisfying steady rhythm. Her mouth sought out mine; our tongues dueled, caressed, stroked, played. When our kiss ended I braced myself on my elbows, reached between us, kneaded her breasts. 

"Oh fuck Bella, your cunt's so tight."

We fucked at a torrid rhythm; our hips crashed together again and again. Her soaking cunt swallowed me; her fuck-muscles milked and suckled my cock. Her tits were warm and swollen in my hand.

"Yes, yes, baby, yes, fuck your sister, fuck her hard, fuck me like the nasty cock-hungry little bitch you've turned her into, yes, baby, yes, fuckin' yes."

Bella came, then came again. I released her breast, pounded her cunt, rode her as hard as I could. My balls tightened up; I roared, stiffened, and exploded, shooting a torrent of cream inside her, draining my balls until they ached. Her perfect cunt absorbed every drop. I rolled off of her, lay next to her, felt the heat of her body. A mix of my cum and her juice dribbled from the bottom of her slit, slid over her asshole, stained the sheets. Our bodies were bathed in sweat.

I slid my leg over, rested it against her foot.

"I love you Bella."

She rolled on her side and, with a transcendent smile said, "I am pretty irresistible."

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The trip Bella planned was half-vacation, half-move. The first night we visited Cooperstown, New York - I'm a big baseball fan - and the three of us shared a hotel room. We reached our second day's destination, North Bass Island State Park, early enough for some hiking. When done I pitched the tent, then helped Shane and Bella build a fire. After we ate I lay on a blanket; Bella crawled into my arms. Shane sat in a portable chair. We drank a few beers, swapped stories.

In San Francisco Bella and I acted like any other couple, but at home we still behaved like brother and sister. Shane was the only person who knew we were both siblings and lovers. Cradling Bella in my arms in front of Shane felt a bit weird, although Bella seemed perfectly comfortable. After a couple of hours and a spectacular meteor shower the three of us crawled into the tent. I was in the middle, a lady on each side. 

I woke at 2:00; had to go to the bathroom. When I got back Bella's sleeping form rolled towards me and lay a hand on my stomach. I thought nothing of it. Then her hand moved down, not far, but far enough to notice. I opened my eyes; her's remained closed, her breathing deep. I was close to falling back asleep when the hand moved again. I was about to remove it when Bella rustled. I didn't want to wake her. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but my mind was on that hand.

It came off my skin. I felt a moment's relief, then it dipped into the hole in the front of my boxers. I put my hand on top of hers, trapping it on my penis.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"I thought you were sleeping. I was going to take a peek."

Motioning to Shane with my head, I said, "At my thing?"

"Yeah, duh. That's why it was only going to be a peek."

She was running a finger along the side of my dick. It was responding.

"It doesn't seem to mind."

"Are you crazy?"

"No. It's just, well, it's just that I cannot get enough of your thing. Can I play with it a little, just a minute or two, then I'll stop, I promise."

Shane rolled over, murmured something indecipherable. Distracted, I loosened by grip. Bella twisted her wrist and wrapped her fingers around my shaft.

"Okay, a minute or two."

She ran a fingertip up its length, then spread open the hole in my boxers, pinched my dick between two fingers, pulled it out and, before I could react, lay her head on my chest, kissed the crown, and moved her head back to her pillow.

"Y'know, it's really quite handsome. I'm always so eager to get it in my cunt and mouth that I do not spend enough time simply admiring it."

"Bella, ssshhhhhhhh."

She rubbed her thumb around the tip. It was approaching full staff.

"It's moving, getting all hard. Did I do that?"

"Bella, times up."

"No, you counted too fast. Trust me, I'm way better at math."

Bella tickled the underside of my shaft; pleasure rolled up and down my spine.

"Bella!"

She giggled, did it again, ran two fingers along the underside of my dick, then held my balls in her palm and squeezed.. I tried placing my hand on top of hers, but she kept on going. 

Clearly, Bella was not going to stop, this had become a game to her. I could overpower her, but that would wake Shane, which was what I was trying to avoid. I looked at Shane, made sure she was asleep, and settled my head on my pillow. 




July 4th, My Sister, the Lake Ch. 03



Sensing my surrender Bella did a 180 degrees flip - her legs were now by my head, her head by my groin - raised herself on an elbow, looked back at me, half-said, half-mouthed, "Hey big brother," and took hold of my cock, angling it so it was inches from her face. She kissed the head and stuck her rear end in the air. "Grab my butt."

I cupped her left ass cheek. 

She wrapped her hand around my dick, pointed it at the ceiling, gave it a squeeze, frigged it. My skin folded up and down with her hand, my balls rising and falling with each movement.

"Bella, you can't..."

"Shhhhh, relax. You've had a long day, putting up with two chattering women."

Bella pumped my cock. Pre-cum leaked out; she swirled her thumb around the tip, lubing it up for the next pump. I started fucking her hand; my hips rocking in time with her motion. Bella licked around the crown, licked the head. Then she cleared her throat, catching my attention, and I watched my sister lower her mouth over my cock; the crown disappeared in her face.

I cast my eyes towards Shane, shaking my head no.

Her mouth full, Bella moaned, "Mmmmm," and then bobbed her head up and down, swabbing the tip with her tongue, pumped her hand on the base. Fuck, why fight it, Shane was her friend. I moved my hand inside her gym shorts, dragged my thumb across her vaginal lips, pushed it inside her. She rocked her hips; her muscles tightened. I slid my middle finger along the crack of her ass, which was wet with secretions from her pussy, and massaged her asshole with the pad of my finger. Her mouth kept working my dick. My breath became heavier; I moaned. It was loud.

Bella yanked her head from my cock and looked at Shane. I started to say I was sorry, but Bella placed a finger across her lips, then pointed to the flap of the tent. I followed her outside. Bella gestured to Shane's chair, where I sat. Bella laid the blanket before the chair, fell to her knees, took me in her mouth, lathered me up, spit me out, and furiously pumped my cock, raising herself up on her knees to watch what her hand was doing. She was relentless. My balls were boiling; my body tensed; I arched my back, dug my heels into the ground; an explosion was imminent. One of her hands flew up and down my dick; the other frantically rubbed her clit.

I started to say, "Oh my go...," then, concerned about Shane, swallowed the rest of my words, bit my lower lip, tried to tamp down the moans and groans, watched my sister's hand flash up and down my cock. She started talking in a low throaty whisper, "Come for me big brother, come, spray your cum, spray it on me, mark your baby-sister, mark her as your fuck-mate, your lover, your sister-cunt."

The combination of her innocent face and obscene words drove me over the edge. A white stream of cum shot from the tip of my cock, barely missing Bella's face and landing on her hair and shoulder.

She slowed down, but did not stop. I kept spurting. A second load geysered out, its arc a little shorter, landing on Bella's mouth and chin. A third oozed out and ran down the side of Bella's hand. My hips trembled; a bit more dripped out. She opened her hand. Strings of cum connected it to my dick.

"Do you think I need a towel?"

"I can get you one."

"Nah, don't bother."

She brought the hand to her mouth, cleaned it up, savored every drop, then stood, pulled her tank top over her head, pushed her shorts past her hips, straddled my legs, sat in my lap. She pulled the tie from her hair, releasing her pony tail, then shook her head; her bright red hair fanned out over her back. 

"Now does your baby sister give the best hand jobs?"

"Yep."

"And how best do you like me? Cute and sweet, or," running a fingertip through the cum on her chin and popping it into her mouth,"slutty and covered in cum."

I gave her a pouty face. "Do I need to choose? I like 'em both."

"You are demanding."

She started a slow humping motion, grinding against me. I ground back; her hips trembled; she wrapped her hands around my neck. Our motions grew harder, more deliberate. Bella let go of my neck, pushed her hair behind her ear, opened those dark brown eyes, took a deep breath, "Ahhhhhhhhhh."

I put my hands on her hips, rocked her against me.

Bella leaned forward, her mouth inches from my ear, and said, "Well, big brother, if you promise to fuck me real good, maybe I can be both."

"Good," I said, rolling strands of her hair between my fingers, "because you've still got some in your hair."

She dragged the hair between her lips.

"Better?"

I was fully erect.

She ran her tongue in a circle around her mouth, gathering up the thin sheen of cum that remained there, then smiled, a wicked smile, caught a drop of cum on a finger, rubbed it into my chest.

"Hey!"

"What's good for the goose..."

"...is good for the gander. I love you Bella."

"I love you Sam."

She guided my hands to her breasts. I cupped them, squeezed them. She dropped her head to mine; my lips parted; her tongue was in my mouth. I slid my open palms down her sides, took hold of her hips, moved her against me. Slowly, quietly, we humped. Finally, arms on her waist, I lifted her. She reached down, straightened my cock out on my thigh, caught it between her open pussy lips, slid along it, swirled her hips against it.

I whispered, "That feels good."

"Yeah," she sighed, grinding even harder.

She slid her pussy forward along my cock and, her body pressed to mine, ran her hands over my chest. I dragged my fingers up her sides to her breasts, brushed my knuckles over the nipples. Our bodies melded together; the sound of the forest at night, the water lapping on the shore, our only accompaniment.

Then Bella, looking into my eyes, mouthed the words, "I love you," ran her fingers through my pubic hair and wrapped her hand around my shaft. I pressed my middle finger to her cunt, moistened it, slid it over her clit. Bella, her bright red hair dragging over her shoulders, pressed her forehead to mine. I turned my head, kissed her, took hold of my dick, dragged it across the face of her sex, rubbed her clit with the head.

She brought her mouth to my ear and whispered, "I'm ready."

I held my cock straight up. Bella, centering her pussy on it, dropped down; my cock-head slipped inside her; she continued to lower her body; my dick slithered into her warm wet tunnel. Finally, her full weight was on my lap; my cock was in her. She placed her hands on the back of my neck; we kissed again; we smiled; she let out a low laugh.

"You're inside of me. I love fucking my brother."

"Yeah, feels pretty darn good."

"Here we go, nice and slow."

She rocked her hips. I ran my fingers along her hips, massaged the muscles of her groin, returned to her breasts, played with her nipples. She moved harder against me, testing the strength of the chair. It seemed sound; she rocked harder. She kissed my neck.

We found a rhythm; our pace quickened. Small movements only; we tried to be quiet; Shane was only a few feet away. I ran my hands down Bella's side, my fingertips dragged along her skin, around her waist, to her ass. I grabbed her butt cheeks, guiding her back and forth while thrusting up and down. The chair creaked.

We paused, listened, there was no sound from the tent. Bella, lifting an eyebrow, raised her body from my cock, kneeled on the blanket, rolled on to her back, spread her legs, and gestured me over with a raised index finger. I settled between her legs, resting my forearms by the sides of her head. She held my erection, aimed it for her pussy, and I, moving forward, looking into her smiling face, entered her. I'd figured she'd want to go slow, but Bella grabbed my butt with both hands pulling me into her. I pushed hard; her body jerked, she moaned, she said, "Suck my titties."

I curled my head down. Her breasts were firm, perfectly round, moving up and down in time with our bodies.

"You don't think they're too small, not big like Shane's?"

I kissed her lips.

"They're perfect."

I took one in my mouth, then the other. Bella sighed, tangled her hands in my hair, pulled my head to her lips; our tongues dueled and played. I fucked her harder, my cock slid in and out, her tight wet pussy squeezing the length of my tool. She grabbed my ass, ran her hands up my back, pulled me tight; she swallowed a squeal.

I was possessed, fucked her harder. My balls were slapping against her butt. She grabbed my hips, urging me on. Her legs trembled; she was approaching an orgasm. I drove my cock deep into her. She wrapped her legs around me, tightening her snatch, and then she came, burying her mouth in my neck to muffle a short sharp shout of joy.

I slowed down to let her recover, but she'd have none of it. 

"Fuck me big brother, fuck your baby sister."

I thought I heard a sound from the tent, but I no longer cared. I fucked Bella with crazy abandon, driven my lust and desire and love. She met each of my thrusts with one of her own, absorbing my cock into her small body. She flexed and tightened her cunt muscles, tugged on my cock. I was ready to come. I let out a quiet moan.

Bella whispered, "Come inside me, come inside me big brother. Fill me with cum, drown me in cum, give me your cum. Your baby-sister belongs to you."

It was too much. My balls drained into my cock, I grunted, unsuccessfully tried to stifle the sound on my arm, and a stream of cum shot out of me, gushing into her cunt, filling her. My cum set off Bella's final orgasm; her arms and legs tightened, she bucked, dragged her fingers down my back, stiffened, lurched; for a moment the campground disappeared, Bella and I shared a world all our own. Then breathing heavily, I sank into her. She supported my full weight for a beat or two before I rolled off, laid next to her. Bella kissed me, said "I love fucking my brother," and slipped a finger inside herself, brought the mixture to her lips, licked it off. 

"We taste good. Wanna try?"

"Sure."

She dipped two fingers in her cunt, brought them to my mouth. We did taste good.

Struggling to a sitting position, she cleaned off my prick with her mouth before giving me a long kiss. When our lips separated she repeated, "I love fucking you."

"Yeah, real nice. You don't think Shane heard us?"

"Nah. Girl sleeps like a log. I should know. We should get back inside though."

"Yeah."

I was asleep almost instantly, but I have it on pretty good authority that within a minute of my first snore the following exchange took place.

"Does he always sound like that?"

"Only after a good fuck. He'll stop in about ten minutes. How long you been up? Enjoy the show?"

"Since he went to the bathroom and yeah, you two are some hot. I brought myself off twice."

"Really, I only heard one."

"You're not the only one who can be sneaky."

Then my sister leaned across my slumbering body and kissed, only a peck, her best friend good night.

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Thank you for reading. I have no idea where the story goes from here.