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Lizzie's Sanctuary

By: wordsinthedust



How many different ways did I hear it growing up?

"Look after your little sister."

"Watch out for your little sister."

"Take care of your little sister."

The key phrase was 'little sister.' My older sister, Katherine, didn't need anybody looking after her or taking care of her. She set me straight on that pretty early on and would remind me whenever she felt the need. Elizabeth, on the other hand, our baby sister, was another story. Kath is almost three years older than me, and I'm two years older than Lizzie. It's funny; everybody in the family has called her Lizzie since she was a little girl, but she makes her husband call her 'Beth' or 'Elizabeth.' 

Growing up, Kath and I were both charged with keeping Lizzie out of trouble. Kath was expected to show her the ropes, as big sisters are supposed to do, and when boys became an issue, I was the protective older brother responsible for protecting her from the testosterone crazed young men with only one thing on their mind.

Lizzie was my shadow throughout our growing up at home. She followed me everywhere. As can be expected within the confines of a close sibling relationship, it grated on my nerves, at times, like fingernails on a chalk board. When I started dating, Lizzie was a mixed bag; girls I went out with usually thought it was really sweet that I had such a good relationship with my little sister, but there would inevitably come a point where I was ready for Lizzie to be scarce, and she would still be right there with us, my own personal underage chaperone.

I went out with several girls during high school, but I only had one serious girlfriend; Sydney. At first, Lizzie was her normal, upbeat little sister self. But, then, one night, she saw me kiss Sydney, and it was like Lizzie declared war. From that point forward, she was rude and downright mean to Sydney at every turn, and I was torn between my loyalty to my sister and the budding relationship with my girlfriend. Amazingly enough, Sydney and I survived long enough to make the prom, but two weeks after graduation, we broke up. Lizzie did her best to appear disappointed for me, but I can still hear her words.

"She didn't love you like I do."

I remember looking over at Lizzie, her remark not really registering with me. The summer was long and lonely as I prepared to move away to go to college. With Kath involved in her pre-Med studies, it was just me and Lizzie at home. 

Summer came to its inevitable end, and the time for me to move away to go to school arrived. Lizzie moped around the house the last couple of days as I packed, and on the day I left home, she refused to say goodbye, running to her room to sob instead.

Like any other college student, I was practically consumed by the depth of new experiences to be had, and yet, near the end of my first month away from home, as things finally settled down, I realized I was missing something. Like a lot of teenagers, I'd been anxious to get away from home, but I'd discovered, almost too late, that home held a marvelous attachment for me. Lizzie. I missed my little sister. The first weekend I went home, she was the first one out of the house to hug me. Despite living apart, we became closer than ever, and when I heard she was going out on her third, then fourth date with the same guy, I found myself feeling jealous.

In the middle of my sophomore year at college, her senior year in high school, the guy she'd been dating dumped her, less than two months before her prom. Only one other guy asked her to go to prom, and she told him no. After much persuading and against my better judgment, I took her to the prom. We had a good time, but it was six different kinds of awkward. 

Five months later, Lizzie was my shadow again, virtually, when she followed me to college. Kath and I had gone different directions to college; she was attending med school and consumed with her studies. I was working on a degree in chemistry, angling for a pharmacology job. Lizzie set her sights on a path destined to see her succeed in marketing.

During her junior year at college, Lizzie met Warren. There was something about him I didn't like from the start. Most of his frat brothers didn't like him, either. Almost as soon as I saw him together with Lizzie, I could tell it was one of those things that, sooner or later, would not end well. Convincing her of that, though, was impossible, and two and half months after she graduated college, they got married. Just so we're clear, even though I couldn't stand the guy, once the die was cast and they were committed to one another, I was supportive of their relationship even though I knew he was wrong for her. He didn't love her like I did.

After I graduated college, I got a job working as a pharmaceutical salesman, and after a couple of years of working my butt off, I was finally able to drop some roots. I bought a fourth floor condo in the city, just off one of the main highways. After she and Warren got married, Lizzie settled into a small house on the other side of the city in the suburbs. We were close enough she and I could go to lunch once a week, allowing me to watch the cloth of their marriage slowly unravel almost as soon as they tied the knot.

It was small things at first, but over time, it became more and more evident that Warren just wasn't all that committed to their relationship or Lizzie's happiness.

And then the day came. It took longer than I'd have thought, but a little more than four years after they tied the knot, my little sister's personal Camelot collapsed like a house of cards in a strong wind.

Veronica, he called her Ronnie, leaned back against his desk. The two of them had been working together on a project for more than seven months, spending more and more time together, and their mutual attraction had reached its apparently inevitable flash point. Her skirt was bunched up around her thighs, while her panties lay on the floor, the fabric a pile of scant cloth surrounding her left foot. His fingers danced up under her skirt, caressing the warm, inviting flesh of her pussy. Her right foot was raised off of the floor, spreading her legs and offering him better access to her. As his fingers fondled her, her toes toyed with his hard cock, jutting through the opening of his slacks as he sat back in his office chair. 

That was the scene Lizzie described to me as she called me on her cell phone in tears. She met me at my condo late in the afternoon, still sobbing. I wasn't shocked to find their marriage on the rocks; with him I'd known it was inevitable.

Lizzie ignored my plea to get out of her house; I knew she'd stay upset as long as she was under the same roof as he was. Two days later, she broke again. She called me at lunch in tears. After I got off work, I picked her up and took her to dinner. 

While we were eating, Lizzie broke down again and said there was no way she could stay in their house. We dropped by her house on the way home, packed some of her things and she came to stay with me.

I quickly realized I hadn't thought through the idea of her moving in, though. I had a two bedroom condo, and the second bedroom was set up as an office. Because I only had the one bed, and neither of us was willing to put the other to the couch, the sleeping arrangements were an immediate issue. 

It was weird that first night in my condo, Lizzie crawling into bed beside me. We hadn't slept together in the same bed since we were little kids. I have a king-size bed, so there was plenty of space; but it was the principle of the thing. We fell asleep, both of us on respective sides of the bed, with a narrow strip of open space between us. 

I woke up at two in the morning and realized I'd only thought things were awkward earlier. Lizzie had moved closer and her arm draped over me. I may have moved closer to her, too; at this point, I'm not sure. The really awkward thing was my usual middle of the night erection. My cock was rock hard. What made it a problem was the fact that I wanted to roll over, and my little sister was spooning me.

I slowly lifted her arm from across my torso. Lizzie stirred and rolled away from me. I breathed a sigh of relief as I rolled over and went back to sleep. I woke up a couple of hours later and I was the one doing the spooning. I had my arm around my sister, her hand holding mine. Thankfully, my cock wasn't hard this time. I rolled over and fought my way back to a fitful sleep.

Early the next morning, I got up, threw on some clothes and made breakfast. I was working on my second cup of coffee and flipping through the sports page when Lizzie walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," she said, leaning down and kissing me on the cheek. 

I glanced over at her just in time to look straight down the neckline of her nightgown and see her tits hanging free. Lizzie stood up and walked past me toward the coffee. I watched her every movement, stunned.

"What?" she asked, looking up. She smiled softly as she saw me looking at her.

"Is that what you wore to sleep in last night?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "I normally sleep naked. I thought that might be a little awkward. This is okay, isn't it? I slept really good last night."

Her night gown stopped just above the knee. That wasn't the problem. It was white and thin enough that the sunlight behind her silhouetted her body perfectly. I could see everything, including her nipples as the cloth rested upon them. I hadn't spent much time around Lizzie in a relaxed, intimate home type of environment in years, and it had been quite a while since I'd seen her in a swimsuit. Even then, focusing on the fact that she and Kath were my sisters was enough for me to dismiss any thoughts about their physical attractiveness. Now, though, it was undeniable. Little sister or not, Lizzie had a sultry side that I was seeing for the first time.

"It's a little thin, dontcha think, Sis?" I asked.

Lizzie looked down and then back up at me, smiling.

"Maybe," she said, setting her coffee cup down on the table. "Am I embarrassing you?"

She asked this question as she lifted the hem of her night gown to the top of her hips. With a nearly fluid motion, she straddled me, pushing the cloth down in between her legs to maintain a minimum of modesty.

"Because I have a hard time imagining my big brother being Mr. Modesty," she said. "Especially since you slept in your boxers."

I took a deep breath as I leaned back in my chair. I wasn't about to tell her that I normally slept naked, too. Lizzie reached down and grabbed my hands, placing them on her hips and holding them there.

"I wouldn't necessarily say you're embarrassing me," I said. Suddenly uncomfortable was a much better description.

"Good," she said. She left my hands on her hips and leaned forward, hugging me tightly and then kissing me again on the cheek. "Because almost everything I have to sleep in is on the thin side, and I'd hate to think I was embarrassing my older brother." 

She hugged me again, sort of melting into me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. As I held her close, I stroked her hair. She responded by kissing me softly on the neck. 

"I love you," she said. "You being here for me means more than you can ever imagine."

"I love you, too, Sis," I said.

More than anything, right now, she needed to be comforted. I ignored the low, dull throb in my groin as my cock thickened and resisted the urge to let my hands move away from her back as I held her. This big brother thing was taking some unexpected turns.

Lizzie made a couple of phone calls while she ate breakfast and cleared her schedule for the next couple of days. I managed to push most of my appointments back into the afternoon, and we discussed her options for the short term. An hour into our conversation, we both realized Warren had hobbled her financially; she had almost no credit in her own name to speak of. This would prove to be a problem, at least for the time being, as far as renting her own place was concerned. The only places I knew of that would have vacancies were places I wouldn't live; no way was I going to let my little sister live there by herself. We decided to hold with the status quo while we did some more research. The one thing we both agreed on, however, was that we would both need our own space. 

Lizzie and I looked at my office and she talked me into letting her do some rearranging, all in the name of making herself a place she could call home. When I returned from my afternoon appointments, my desk and bookshelves were no longer in the spare bedroom. It was pretty well empty except for her things. 

She'd done a good job of moving things around, and though there was nothing new to be seen, I could see her influence at work. I figured she was out looking for furniture and would be running late.

I ate alone, resisting the temptation to call and check on her. After nine p.m., I finally heard her walk in.

"I didn't really cook much for dinner," I said. "There's stuff in the fridge if you're hungry."

Lizzie kicked her shoes off as she tossed her bag onto the couch.

"Sorry I'm so late," she said. "I ate dinner with one of my girlfriends. When did you start cooking?"

"My sophomore year of college, thank you very much," I replied as I threw a pillow at her. "If you're nice, I'll cook dinner for you tomorrow night."

She gave me a thumbs up as she threw the pillow back at me. Her hands disappeared into her shoulder bag.

"Look at the bedroom sets on the pages I marked," she said. "I'll be back in a minute."

I watched her pickup her shoes and walk out of the living room. I picked up the first catalog and started thumbing through to the pages she'd marked. Lizzie has a really good eye, and I could tell from looking at her choices that she was looking ahead to furnishing her own place.

I glanced up as she walked past me to the kitchen. She had pulled her pantyhose off, and I watched as she pulled her blouse free from her skirt. She and Kath are kind of girly-girl like that. They wear pants when they need to, but both of them prefer skirts or dresses.

I flipped the page and looked at another one of the sets Lizzie had her eye on as she walked over to the couch. She sat her drink down as she planted a knee next to me and crawled onto the sofa. Her blouse was now completely out of her skirt, and as she leaned closer to me, my attention was drawn to her fingers playing with the buttons holding her blouse closed. Slowly, one and then two buttons came undone as her fingers began a lazy descent.

"What do you think about this one?" she asked. 

I looked down to where her finger was pointing at another setting she had marked for consideration. The bed stood out from the other pieces with what appeared to be a sturdy hardwood headboard and matching footboard.

"Will all of that fit in that room?" I asked. I didn't think so.

"No," she replied. Three buttons. The center fabric of her bra was clearly visible as her blouse began to pull open. "I figure for now, I could make do with the bed and this piece here. And I was hoping if I asked really nice, that you'd let me set this chest here just outside the bedroom in the hallway. You know, around the corner where it couldn't be seen?"

Four buttons. The only one left was at the bottom of her blouse, and she unfastened it as she put an arm around my neck and slid next to me. The cloth of her blouse fell open, and her breasts hung there suspended inside the thin cloth cups of her bra. Like her blouse, the bra was white, and I could clearly see her nipples flat beneath the fabric. 

I swallowed hard and looked back at the catalog as I realized I'd been staring at her breasts. It wasn't something I was supposed to notice, but my little sister had really nice tits, and as much as I was telling myself not to think such things, the thought of her naked, my lips sucking on her swollen, erect nipples flashed through my mind.

"I think we can probably make that work," I said. 

"Great," Lizzie said, kissing me on the cheek. "The biggest problem is they'll have to order it in and they told me it would probably take a couple of weeks to deliver."

Her other hand ran down the edge of her open blouse, pulling it away from her body and flashing her bra-clad breasts at me. She pushed her hands up through her hair, baring her belly.

I swear she knew what she was doing. It's like I was the moth and she was the flame, and she knew it. Her arms were still raised overhead, fingers buried in her hair, belly bared and breasts thrust forward. She held that position as though waiting to catch me looking at her; hoping she'd catch me looking at her?

"What's wrong?" she asked. She lowered her arms and put a hand on the back of my neck, her fingers moving up to massage me.

"Nothing," I said. Not entirely the truth, and yet, not really a lie, either. I refocused on the furniture pictured. Think about something other than the great tits that were a mere thin layer of cloth from being revealed to me.

Lizzie's fingers dug into me as she held on to my shoulder and leaned away from me, picking up her glass. I suddenly had a vision of her bending over the footboard of the bed she was thinking about getting, thrusting her ass back at me. I blinked hard to shake the vision from my mind. What was wrong with me? I should not be thinking about my little sister like that.

"You're just making it a little hard to concentrate," I said.

Lizzie took a drink from her glass and sat it back down.

"Really?" she asked. "How so?

I looked at her, my eyes traveling up her body, then locking with hers. Her expression told me I was caught; she knew I was checking her out. She settled back, leaning against the sofa back.

"The way you're dressed," I said.

"The way I'm dressed?" she asked, cutting me off. "Hold that thought."

Lizzie slid off the couch and walked out of the living room. I followed her stride as she disappeared from sight, admitting to myself that her hips had an attractive sway to them with her steps, too. As she disappeared through the doorway of her newly appropriated bedroom, Lizzie reached behind her and unzipped her skirt.

I looked back at the catalog, looking at the other pages Lizzie had marked. She had her eye on pieces that weren't merely sensible, they were stylish, too. Out of all the items she'd been drawn to, there was only one set that I could honestly say I didn't care for.

I turned around when I heard the sound of her bare feet on the floor. My eyes widened in surprise. 

"I know what you're thinking," she said, "and this is not my underwear, it's a swimsuit."

She only thought she knew what I was thinking. My mind was less focused on whether or not what she was wearing was appropriate than it was on the observation that she looked fantastic wearing it. And sexy. Smokin' hot sexy. The swimsuit was white, a pattern of off-shade horizontal stripes about a quarter of an inch alternating in the fabric. The most noticeable feature, for me anyway, was the fact that it was practically see-through. If I thought I could see her breasts clearly through her bra, I'd been mistaken, and the bottom of her swimsuit was no different. I now knew my little sister shaved, having a preference for a landing strip of pubic hair, which was barely covered at all. Her next comment revealed she did know some of what I was thinking.

"You should see it when it gets wet," she said. "It hides absolutely nothing."

"You actually wear that swimming?" I asked.

"No," she said, sliding back onto the couch. "I wear this when I lay out. If I wear anything when I lay out."

She pulled one of the cups away from her breast, exposing everything but the nipple. I could see only the faintest of tan lines. Her nipples were hardening, straining against the fabric.


Lizzie's Sanctuary Ch. 02



I woke up the next morning to find Lizzie already out of bed. I heard her in the shower, and as I sat up in bed, I looked down at the spot where she had slept next to me. It was really no different than it had been twenty-four hours earlier, save that we had both been naked when we went to sleep. After having sex. Together. I hoped things wouldn't be as complicated as I feared they might be.

A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and made a beeline for her room, ignoring me as I called out to her. I was on the phone confirming an appointment when she left. One fleeting glimpse of her as she went out the door was all the contact I had with her.

It was like that all night long after we got home from work, too. She got home late from going out with some friends, and Lizzie was almost completely unresponsive to me when I said anything to her. It's like I was a nuisance of noise she was trying to ignore. Fallout from our special night together had set in hard, as realization of what had taken place hit.

She was already in bed when I got there that first night, and for the first time since she'd moved in, her night-time apparel was almost what you could call modest. Her nightgown was even buttoned up.

She had pulled the sheets up, her arm holding them snug just beneath her breasts, and it at least looked like she was asleep.

I stripped down to my boxers and crawled in beside her. As I settled down beneath the covers, I rolled over towards her, brushing a few strands of hair away from the side of her face. 

I kissed her softly on the cheek and lay down behind her, moving close enough to slip an arm around her, but not pulling her close enough that we were actually spooning.

"I love you, Sis," I said, kissing her again, this time on the back of her shoulder.

Her breathing wasn't yet in the steady rhythm of someone who's asleep, yet she remained motionless and silent.

She waited until she thought I was asleep, but finally, she took my hand in hers, pulled it to her lips and kissed it. 

"I love you, big brother." Her words were soft. I wasn't supposed to hear.

The rest of the week was like that. What made it worse, every time I tried to talk to her, she went the other direction. 

Friday, as I was about to arrive home, Rebecca called. She was flying in, getting a rental car, and after she checked in at her hotel, she wanted to clean up and come get me for dinner. 

As I walked through the front door of my condo, I told her I was looking forward to seeing her.

"Do you want to see me at your place, in my hotel room, or both?" she asked.

"Let's talk about that when you get here," I said.

"Okay," she said. "I need to get laid in the worst way."

I hung up with Lizzie looking right at me.

"I guess we both have plans tonight," she said.

I looked down at my phone and back at Lizzie.

"That was a friend of mine who just called to let me know she's in town for the weekend," I said. "We're going to dinner."

"Anybody I know?" she asked.

It was a crazy question; Lizzie knew hardly any of my friends.

"Rebecca," I said. 

"A woman?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah," I replied. "She and I started out working together when I graduated. She works for a different company now, but we still see each other every now and then."

"She isn't married?" Lizzie asked.

"No," I said, looking over at Lizzie. "She doesn't even have a boyfriend; she's very career focused."

"Wait a minute," Lizzie said. "She's the one you were sleeping with when you spent that week in Miami last year. I remember you talking about that."

"That's her," I said, nodding acknowledgement. How had Lizzie heard me talking about that?

"Are you going to sleep with her tonight?" she asked.

Blunt. Direct. With more than a touch of jealousy, I was pretty sure, from her tone and body language. Lizzie stood with her arms folded across her chest, staring me down.

"No" I said. "She came into town for a weekend seminar and wanted to go to dinner. You said you were going out with friends. I didn't think it would be a problem." 

I'd been looking forward to fucking Rebecca, but the events of a few nights ago had changed my thoughts about a lot of things, Rebecca included. Going to dinner with her was one thing. Sleeping with her was another. 

Lizzie had plans to go out for the evening with an old college roommate and another good friend of hers, and they were supposed to help her reclaim more of her stuff from her house on Saturday. 

"No, it's not," she said. "In fact, I'm not sure when I'll be back tonight. It'll be late."

Lizzie walked ahead of me, darting into her room as I walked behind her to drop my shoes and start getting ready in anticipation of Rebecca's arrival.

"By the way, they're supposed to deliver my bedroom furniture tomorrow," Lizzie said, standing in her doorway. "Is that going to be a problem? I probably won't be here."

I turned around as she pulled her shirt overhead and stood there wearing a leopard print bra.

"No," I said, "it won't be a problem. I'll be here." 

Lizzie disappeared into her room. I heard her move some things around, and she reappeared a couple of minutes later, toying with the shirt she was about to pull on over her head. She had changed bras, and my eyes were drawn to her tits, nipples plastered against the now sheer cloth, begging me to suckle them. Like that was going to happen again. I sighed as Lizzie's head got lost in her shirt, her arms dangling overhead, her breasts jiggling seductively. Was this an anomaly, or was she acting more like the Lizzie I knew from before three nights ago?

"These shoes won't work," Lizzie said, looking down at her feet. She turned and left the room.

I went back into the living room and flipped on the TV to catch the news. As I turned up the volume, I felt Lizzie behind me, her hand on my shoulder.

"G'bye," she said, leaning up and kissing me on the cheek. "I love you. I'll see you later."

"I love you, too, Sis," I said, watching her walk out the door.

What the hell was going on with her? It's like she was a Stepford Sister or something.

I sat there thinking about my situation. It was crazy, but my love for my little sister was driving my train of thought. Sleeping with Rebecca was out of the question. 

Lizzie asking me bluntly had forced me into a realization; I felt a loyalty to her, a need to be faithful to her, for lack of a better description, that transcended the fact she was my sister. For the first time in my life, one woman held my affection, even if she was holding herself at arm's length. 

Nearly fifteen minutes after Lizzie left, the doorbell rang.

Rebecca looked hot, leaning against the doorway when I pulled the door open. Her hair, normally pinned up, cascaded down over her shoulder, spilling onto her chest, where it tried to conceal the fact that she'd already unfastened enough buttons to reveal the lace of her bra to me.

I took her by the hand and pulled her inside, slowly shutting and locking the door behind her. 

"You look good enough to eat," she said as she put her arms around my neck, kissing me and sliding her tongue along my lips. "Do you want me now, later, or both? Because I need to get laid in the worst way, and we've got all night to do it. I don't have to be anywhere until 9 a.m. tomorrow."

Rebecca held herself against me, her breasts crushed against my chest. Confusion was the only constant in my mind; my cock was indicating it willing to get down to business; my heart and mind were thinking of Lizzie.

"That might be a little problematic," I said. How are you supposed to tell a woman that you're saving yourself for your sister?

"How do you figure?" 

Rebecca tossed her purse on to the couch and kicked off her shoes. 

"My sister is living with me," I said. "She's supposed to be out for the evening, but I can't be sure when she'll be home."

"Lizzie or Kath?" Rebecca had never met Lizzie. She and Kath had talked shop over lunch more than once.

"Lizzie," I replied. "Her husband cheated on her. She's staying with me until the divorce is final and she gets her roots set."

"You have to be the best big brother in the world," she said. "Mine wouldn't have the time of day for me. That just means we need to be a little more discreet."

Rebecca headed toward the bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse.

"That leaves out the balcony, the kitchen and the living room," she said, "but we can tear up the bedroom. Right now, I want you to fuck me, then we can go eat dinner, and either go to my hotel or come back here and make a night out of it."

I watched Rebecca disappear into the bedroom and took a deep breath before following her. This was awkward. And uncomfortable.

"What," she said, "is this?"

Rebecca stood facing me, blouse open, her breasts straining for freedom from the bra she was wearing. 'This' was Lizzie's leopard print bra; it sat on the back edge of my chest of drawers. 

"That belongs to my sister," I said.

She'd clearly snuck in and staged it when she'd been changing her shirt.

"I thought she had her own room," Rebecca said, looking at me with a mix of curious disbelief as she held it in front of her.

"She does," I said. "She must have done laundry, folded it in here and missed picking that up when she was done."

"I don't think so," Rebecca said, shaking her head. "This has been worn recently."

"I'll ask her about it when she comes home," I said. 

Rebecca smiled and let me slide Lizzie's bra off of her fingers. I folded it and set it back on my chest of drawers as Rebecca unzipped her slacks, turned and wiggled her ass as she began to shimmy out of her slacks. 

"It's going to be really hard to fuck me if you don't get undressed," she said, tossing her slacks across the back of the chair and sliding her blouse off of her shoulders, "and I want to roll around in the bed."

"This is not a good idea," I said.

Rebecca reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She leaned forward and slid the straps from her shoulders, the cups falling free from her gorgeous 36Cs.

"Are you afraid your kid sister will come home and catch you in bed? That's why doors close," she said, pushing the door closed. 

The door almost clicked shut.

"I want to know why, when I told you I was coming to town, you said you couldn't wait to see me," she said, "and now that I'm here, nearly naked and ready to fuck, you've got cold feet."

Almost as if on cue, Lizzie pushed the door open and stepped into the doorway of the bedroom, holding on to the door knob. It all happened so fast, but I can still remember it in painful, instant re-play slow motion. Lizzie stood there, a look of sudden shock on her face as she saw Rebecca standing there, topless, bikini panties perched on her hips. Rebecca quickly stepped up behind me for cover. Lizzie stood there, transfixed.

"What the hell?" Rebecca was pissed, the venom in her voice clear and unmistakable. 

"I'm sorry," Lizzie said. Her hand fumbled for the door knob. "I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry." Her hand found purchase on the door knob and pulled my door shut quickly.

Rebecca moved around me and looked at me, indignation evident on her face.

"I hope that was your sister," she said. 

"That's her."

"Does she not know what a closed door means?" she asked.

"There has to be a good reason for this," I said. "I'll be back in a minute."

I opened the door and stumbled into the living room to find Lizzie headed for the door.

"What's going on?" I asked. "Why are you back so soon?"

"I missed a phone message from Carol saying she was tied up tonight," Lizzie said. "So I came back home. I didn't know you'd be... you know. I mean, you said..." She waved her hand dismissively, not wanting to discuss the obviously awkward.

"Lizzie, it's not what..."

"I'm gonna go," Lizzie said. 

"Where?" I asked. 

"I don't know," she said, blinking away tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. "I'll go see a movie or something."

Something fell in my bedroom, and as I turned to look that direction, Lizzie broke away from me, headed for the door.

"Lizzie, wait," I said. Too late. The front door slammed shut behind her.

I walked back to my bedroom. Rebecca was almost fully dressed, slacks on, fingers buttoning her blouse.

"Ready to go to dinner now?" I asked.

She stopped and looked at me.

"You can't be serious," she said. "I didn't know I could ever be so completely not in the mood, but sex is the last thing I'm thinking about right now, and dinner with you, at the moment, is actually a really close second. I have never been so embarrassed in my life."

"Let's go to dinner," I said as she finished buttoning her blouse. "I can explain."

"I've heard that before," Rebecca said. She shook her head, her mouth hanging open. "There is something going on here that you haven't told me about. I don't know why, but I have a feeling it's more than I want to know."

"There is nothing going on," I said.

"Maybe not at this instant," she said. "But your sister moved in and lives with you?"

"I told you about that," I said.

"Yeah, you did," Rebecca replied. "But you didn't tell me about her underwear lying around in your room or that she feels comfortable enough to open your bedroom door without knocking first."

Rebecca stopped buttoning her blouse and pulled her hair back, securing it in a pony tail behind her head. 

"And then you bolt out of here after her like a man that's been caught cheating," she said. "And, unfortunately, I know what that looks like."

The motion of her hands fixing her hair behind her hair slowed to a crawl as she put the pieces together for herself.

"Ohmigod.," she said, her mouth hanging open. "That's it. You're sleeping with your sister."

I shook my head firmly and let out a deep sigh.

"No," I said. "It's nothing like that."

"That's it exactly or something damn close to it," Rebecca said, folding her arms in front of her. "You know, I'd ask if the sex was worth it, but, I don't really want to know."

"Rebecca," I said. 

"Let me out of here," she said, pushing past me.

"You're being irrational," I said.

"Am I?" she asked, spinning on her heels and glaring at me. "Where does she sleep? Because I don't see another bed." She cast a gaze into Lizzie's room, seeing only a smattering of boxes and luggage.

"It's being delivered tomorrow," I said.

"Great, you'll have your choice of beds to do it in," she said, picking up her purse. "I'm getting out of the impact area. I've seen the look she had on her face before, and you are going to have a really long night. And I don't want any part of it."

Long, purposeful strides carried her toward the door. Rebecca yanked on the door knob, swinging the door open hard. 

"Don't call me," she said.

The door slammed behind her, leaving me alone. I stood there for a moment, stunned. Nothing about this evening was good. 

I picked up my phone and dialed Lizzie as I walked back to my bedroom. The phone rang and rang, going to voice mail as I stood the chair upright.

"Lizzie, call me back. Please."

I walked out onto the balcony and looked over the edge. Nothing. She had to still be downstairs.

I dialed Lizzie's cell phone again. As it started to ring, I walked back to my bedroom and picked up the leopard print bra as her phone went to voice mail again.

"Elizabeth Gail, this is your older brother. I'm worried about you, baby girl. Call me and let me know you're alright, or better yet, come back home."

I raised the bra to my face. Rebecca was right; this bra wasn't freshly laundered. It wasn't exactly dirty, but I could smell Lizzie, her scent; the aura of her body mixed with her body wash and her perfume. I closed my eyes and inhaled again, allowing my mind to conjure the image of her wearing the bra, her breasts filling the cups, of her pulling the bra from her body, her nipples hardening against the exposure to the air. With my third breath of her scent, I realized my cock was getting hard again. This was going to be a really long night.

I called Lizzie's phone four more times. I left another voice mail, almost pleading with her to call me. And then she turned her phone off. I had no idea where to go looking for her.

I found something to eat in the kitchen and tried to busy myself. For a couple of hours, I buried myself in my computer, knocking out a lot of the online work I had to do for the weekend. Finally, I called it quits and decided to stay up and watch a movie until she came home or I fell asleep, whichever came first. I didn't care about Rebecca storming out; I just wanted my little sister to come home. 

The movie ended and still no call, no anything from Lizzie. I went to take a shower, and when I finished drying off, I pulled on a pair of loose gym shorts, not bothering to tie them. I pulled a t-shirt over my head as I walked back to the living room. It was getting late, but I wasn't going to give up on her yet, so I decided to watch another movie. The opening credits were about to roll when I heard her keys in the front door. By the time she had the door shut behind her, the TV was off. She stood in the entry way looking at me.

"I know you're really angry with me," she said, "and I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad at you," I said. "Come here." I motioned for her to join me on the couch.

She dropped her purse on the table and approached me like a child waiting to be chastised. I held out my hand as she drew near, and she took it. I pulled her to me, and suddenly, she was sitting in my lap, tears starting to roll down her cheeks as she tried to hide her eyes in my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I should know better than to think about you like that. I don't have any right to be jealous."

"Shhh." I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. "I've been jealous of you before, too."

Lizzie raised her head and looked at me, wiping the tears from her eyes. She missed a spot and I brushed it away with my thumb.

"When have you ever been jealous of me?" she asked.

"I never liked Warren," I said. "He was never good enough for you."

"That's not the same," she said. 

"To tell the truth, I never liked any of the guys you went out with," I said. "I knew they were all after the same thing. They just wanted to get in your pants."

Lizzie laughed.

"Like you aren't out for the same thing, too, when you go out on dates," she said. 

"That's different," I said. 

"Typical man," she said, pushing against me in mock disgust. 

"You're my baby sister," I said, "and I love you. Nothing is ever going to change that." I kissed her on the forehead.

"I love you, too," she said. Her lips found a spot on my neck.

"I do have a bone to pick with you, though," I said.

"What?" she asked, raising up and looking at me.

I reached behind me and pulled her leopard print bra forward. 

"I believe this is yours."

"That's not where I left that," she said. 

"I know," I said. 

"You're implying I left that in your room to be found on purpose," she said. 

"I didn't mention where I found it, but something like that," I said.

"Give it to me," she said, reaching for it.

"Not so fast," I said, holding it out of her reach. "You owe me."

"Give me my bra back," she said. "I don't owe you a thing."

"You intentionally sabotaged my evening," I said. "I ought to take you over my knee and spank you."

"You wouldn't dare," she said, struggling to reach past me and take her bra back. 

I held her bra ought behind me, forcing her to reach past me. Lizzie scrambled off my lap, planted a knee between my legs and stretched her body past me. Reaching beyond me to grab her bra back, her shirt separated from her jeans and I found myself breathing in the scent of her skin, more pronounced than on her bra, but essentially the same. I grabbed hold of her leg, holding her to me as she took her bra back. I inhaled deeply and brought my other arm around her, my hand grabbing her ass and pressing her to me. Lizzie's scent, the same one I'd smelled earlier on her bra, flooded my lungs. It wasn't overpowering, but it was familiar to me now, intoxicating and arousing. Lizzie felt my arm around her, and as she pulled her bra back, her other hand clasped my head, holding me to her. As she pulled back, she lowered her body, and as her shirt began to ride up, I kissed her torso even with her ribcage. Lizzie's body stiffened and I felt her inhale sharply. Slowly, I relaxed my hold on her and she pulled back, looking down at me. 




Lizzie's Sanctuary Ch. 02



"Even if I didn't know it was your bra," I said, "I could tell it was yours based on the way it smells."

Lizzie licked her lips as she balled the garment up in her hand, holding it against her thigh.

"What do I smell like?" she asked.

"It's not what you smell like," I said. "It's just... you. Your scent."

I grabbed the hand she was holding the bra in, raised it to my face and inhaled, then pulled her to me, pressing my face into her neck and breathing in again.

"It's hard to explain," I said, kissing her neck. "It's just the way you smell. Kind of like a familiar touch; soft, warm, comfortable."

Lizzie leaned away from me and collapsed onto the couch, then leaned toward me again, putting her head on my shoulder. I pushed my fingers up her neck into her hair, caressing her. She closed her eyes and smiled. She dropped the bra into her lap as I put an arm around her and she leaned into me.

"It's the bra I wore today," she said. "I took it off when I was changing shirts this afternoon and snuck it into your room when you were in here watching the sports report."

"Rebecca found it," I said. 

"Before or after I burst in on you?"

"Before," I said. "I tried playing it off as a piece of folded laundry you'd missed. She knew better."

"Women know," she said, sitting up.

I nodded. Lizzie bit her lip as she looked at me.

"The two of you hadn't done anything when I came back, had you?" she asked. "I just happened to catch her undressed."

"She'd only been here a few minutes when you walked in," I said, nodding.

"Wow," Lizzie said. "Booty call?"

"Something like that," I replied.

"And I blew it for you," she said. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged.

"You didn't blow anything," I said. "We were supposed to go to dinner."

"You didn't sleep with her," Lizzie said. It was part question, part statement.

I shook my head.

"I'd do her," Lizzie said. "She's hot. Very pretty. Really nice boobs, from what I saw."

It was all I could do to look at her, stunned to hear those words coming from my little sister's mouth.

"Don't look so shocked," she said. "Remember April?" Lizzie nodded and smiled, biting her lip.

I just shook my head. I remembered now. April was the girl I'd seen her sunbathe topless with. Later, the two of them shared an apartment their sophomore through senior years in college.

"I guess I kind of messed things up for you, huh?" she asked.

"No."

"You were still dressed," Lizzie said. "Kinda hard to have sex wearing all of your clothes, especially if she's taking all of hers off."

I nodded in agreement.

"You weren't going to sleep with her, either," she said. Realization. "Why not?"

"It doesn't matter," I said.

"It matters to me," Lizzie said.                                                         

I looked at her.

"Before she ever showed up tonight," I said, "I realized something. I've gone out with, slept with, several different women, once or twice or more, sometimes juggling dates like a madman. None of the women have ever had a hold on my heart to the point I was willing to commit to them. And here I am, for the first time, holding out because I have someone I want to hold out for. You.

"When you ran out of here tonight," I said, "two things were going through my mind. One, I'd just crushed you like he did." I didn't need to mention his name. "Two, I wanted you to come back. That was all that mattered to me. Rebecca isn't important; she never will be. Not like you are. I love you. I always have. I always will. Nothing will ever change that."

Lizzie reached out to me, her fingers grazing my arm as she made contact.

"You called me," she said. "You begged me to come back. He didn't do any of that.

"In the back of my mind," she said, "I knew it was nothing. I just... I felt so..." She gripped my shoulder hard, sighing. "Part of me wanted to kick her ass." 

"You might want to rethink that," I said. "She's been kickboxing for four or five years now."

"Okay, so maybe kicking her ass isn't such a good idea," Lizzie said. 

"Where did you go, anyway?" I asked.

"I told you I was going out with Carol tonight," she said.

Lizzie bit her lip and smiled as she watched for my reaction to finding out she'd lied to me and set me up.

"Oh, you're in so much trouble," I said. 

I wasn't really angry, but I had to feign it. Most of our growing up years, that meant I tickled her.

"Nooo!" Her voice was shrill as I goosed her.

Lizzie made like she was trying to get up and get away from me. We both knew it was a game, though. She didn't try very hard to get away. In a matter of seconds, I had her pinned to the couch on her back. 

Her chest heaved with the labor of her breathing as her hands pressed up against my shoulders. My fingers softened, caressing her sides. Her hands descended down my arms, fingers soft against my skin as she opened her legs, yielding to me.

I slowly lowered myself down on top of her.

"What else was going through your mind?" I asked as my hands caressed the side of her face.

"I don't know where to start," she said. "I woke up that next morning, naked, next to you, with your arm around me, realizing, suddenly wondering what in the world we'd done. It's been all I can think about. 

"Dumb as it may sound," she said, "I didn't know what to say or do. I don't want to say I panicked, but... And there you were that morning, and later that night; I was doing my best to hold you at arm's length and you were trying to pull me close, just to hold me and love me."

"That's all I want," I said. "I don't want to do anything to hurt you, Sis, and if I'd known the other night was going to affect you like it did, I'd never have done anything."

Lizzie's eyes widened.

"No," she said. "It's not like that at all."

She shifted beneath me, licking her lips and clutching at me as she thought of the words to say. 

"The other night was the first time I've had sex in months," she said, "the first time in I can't remember how long I didn't have to masturbate to cum." Lizzie cupped my face in her hands.

"It was the first time in months that I felt wanted," she said. She pulled me to her and kissed me. 

"I wouldn't trade the other night for anything," she said. "And I don't want to do anything to push you away any more than I already have. I just want things the way they were the other night."

"You haven't pushed me anywhere," I said. "I'm still right here. I just don't know if we can go back to the way things were the other night, though. "

Her eyes darted back and forth, looking up at me. Slowly, Lizzie leaned upward and tenderly pressed her lips against mine as her hand brushed my face. I pulled her lips against mine as her hand dropped to my shoulder and then trailed down my chest, coming to rest between her thigh and my groin. Her fingers pulled at the cloth of my t-shirt, pulling it away from me, and then I felt her hand flat against my belly, moving around my waist.

Lizzie fed me her tongue as we continued to kiss, and then I heard her sigh as she pulled her lips away from me.

"What's changed?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Everything's changed. There's no way to go back.

"You've been teasing me since you first got here," I said. "It started out innocently enough; you were just being yourself, warm, bubbly, affectionate. But then something changed. Suddenly you were enticing me; trying to seduce me."

"It wasn't my intention," she said. "Not at first. But then I noticed the way you looked at me. You didn't see me so much as your little sister as a woman. And I liked it. A lot. Then, when we were in bed together... It started out so simple. But then I just wanted to be with you; I felt so close to you."

"And then you asked me the other night if I wanted you," I said. 

"It was an honest question," she said. "And I didn't just mean it in terms of whether or not you wanted to have sex with me. I know that life is full of change, and that change is a constant; Kath's been telling me that for years. This is different. You said it yourself earlier. Finally, you have someone you want to hold out for? Me, too."

She took a deep breath.

"Looking back," she said, "I don't know what I've been doing with Warren. I think we were finished before we were started. But you and I, we're different. You've always been there for me. And I've always been jealous of the women that you went out with. Even that woman you brought to my wedding."

"That was Rebecca," I said.

"Really?" Lizzie laughed. "Are you sure? I thought the woman you brought to the wedding was thinner, not quite as busty."

"It was her," I said. "She's gained ten to fifteen in the last three or four years."

Lizzie shook her head in soft amazement.

"The bottom line," Lizzie said, "is I don't want to be the other woman, always jealous of who you're with. I want to be the one with you. You showed me more love, tenderness and affection in one night, to say nothing of the past month, than my own husband did the entire time we were married. The 'to have and to hold' bit didn't play out there.

"That chapter of my life is all but over," she said. "I want this new chapter that I'm living in now."

"How much of this is emotion and how much of it have you thought through?" I asked.

"It's not emotion. It's been all I could think about for days," she said. "I love you and I know that you love me. And what we shared the other night was..."

Lizzie took a deep breath and exhaled hard.

"What we shared the other night made me feel closer to you than I've ever felt to anyone," she said. "I loved it for how close it brought us. It's not exactly how I'd have imagined our first time in bed together..."

"How would you have imagined it?" I asked.

Lizzie bit her lower lip and pushed her hair back.

"I don't know," she said. "And it doesn't really matter; there are too many things to get in the way of things like that working right the first time.

"I know there's a lot more to it than our being in bed naked together," she said, "and maybe I'm wrong to think like this, but I don't care. I just want to go to bed and make love with you." 

Lizzie looked at me, her eyes searching my face for a reaction before she put her arms around me, hugging me tight.

"Lizzie..."

"Besides," she said, "it makes me hot just thinking about fucking my big brother.

"And I'd love to do it again," she said, whispering into my ear. "And again and again."

She fell back against the couch, her hand trailing down my arm, catching my hand and pulling it to her belly. My hand rested against her as we looked at each other. She pulled at her shirt, tugging it up, arching her back, baring her belly to me. My hand rested on her bare skin, the heel of my hand in contact with the top of her jeans. 

She sat up, hugging me again as I pulled my hand from between us.

"It's late; time to get ready for bed," she said, kissing me on the cheek and then standing up.

"Wait," I said, grabbing her hand as she started to step away from the couch.

Lizzie's hand slipped through mine until only our fingers held on to one another. She turned to face me and stepped back toward the couch as I held her hand, planting a knee on the couch and straddling me.

"Wait for what?" she asked as she put a hand to my face and kissed me before sitting back on top of my legs.

I wasn't sure what to say.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and rose up as she started pulling it over her head, baring her belly and then her bra clad breasts to me. Her bra was a sheer champagne color, and her nipples, semi-firm buds, pressed against the cloth. I grabbed her by the waist as she struggled with the cloth, pulling her head free, and I leaned forward, planting my lips on her bare skin just below her breasts. She looked down at me as my lips lingered against her, and as I breathed her in, she dropped the shirt and an arm to her side as she put a hand at the back of my head, holding me to her. 

Lizzie sighed and put her other arm around me as I hugged her tightly and kissed her belly again.

I released my grasp on her, and she began to sink down against me again.

Her breasts hung heavy inside the confines of her bra and I brought a hand up and cupped her breast as she kissed me.

Lizzie's hand separated my hand from her breast, peeled the cup of her bra away from her chest and leaned forward, feeding me her tit. Her nipple pressed between my lips and I sucked it in. I felt Lizzie's hand at the back of my head as she pressed me to her chest, inhaling deeply as I my tongue traced around her swollen bud.

She released me and leaned back, her eyes glazed with lust. Her body contorted as she reached behind herself, unfastening her bra. The sheer cloth fell away from her chest, sliding down her arms, and then Lizzie leaned into me again, feeding me her breasts.

A few moments later, Lizzie sighed deeply and leaned back.

"I'm going to get ready for bed." Her voice was soft as she leaned forward, kissed my gently and stood up again.

I watched Lizzie walk from the room, her hips swaying as she unfastened and began to unzip her jeans. I slumped back into the couch and then stood up. I heard her rustling around in her room.

I walked out of the living room and stripped off my t-shirt. Nothing else to do to get ready for bed; the bed was ready to crawl into. I didn't want to crawl in alone, though. Questions and emotion flooded my mind. Living with Lizzie had proven to be almost like finding an old pair of comfortable shoes, but with a twist, because things were not the same between us as they had been growing up; they were better. We were as close or closer than we'd ever been, and the feelings I had for Lizzie were stronger than any I'd ever had for a woman. In spite of the fact she was my sister, I wanted her in a way I'd never wanted anyone else before. She knew me, I knew her, and we had fully accepted each other in a way that only lovers and soul mates do. We needed each other, wanted each other, and we both knew it.

My heart raced with the headiness of my thoughts and I walked to Lizzie's room. She looked up from the bag she was digging in, pulling a nightgown out.

"Do I need this?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at me. "Is that what you're wearing to sleep in?"

I looked down. My cock was stiff inside my shorts. I looked back at Lizzie, standing there with one hand holding her nightgown, the other laying against her thigh, fingers slightly curled. 

"No, this is not what I'm wearing to sleep in," I said. 

Lizzie slid the fingers of her other hand down inside her jeans as she clutched at the night gown balled up in her hand.

I walked into her room and stood behind her. Dim light from the living room cast shadows that met shadows created by the one small lamp lit in her bedroom.

I put one arm around her and pulled the nightgown from her hand as I leaned in to kiss her.

"I want you, Sis," I said. "Naked; next to me in bed."

Lizzie leaned back against me and raised her arms overhead as my lips landed on her neck. My hands trailed up her body, cupping her breasts as she grabbed at the hair on my head.

"Mmmm... yesss..."

I slowly rolled her nipples between my fingers as she sighed heavily.

Lizzie covered my hands with hers, pressing my hands flat against her chest.

"You're making me wet," she said.

"Good," I said, whispering into her ear.

She dropped an arm to her side and reached behind her, grabbing my cock. 

"You're hard," she said. "For me."

"For you," I said. "I want you." 

She closed her eyes and smiled as I swept my hands down her body. 

Lizzie turned around to face me. I leaned forward as she arched her back, and I pressed my face in between her breasts and breathed in. I felt her reach between us as I inhaled her scent. This was Lizzie; no perfume; fresh, clean, a hint of body wash; Lizzie. Heaving chest, rapid heartbeat, heavy breathing; soft, warm flesh. I kissed her, my lips making contact with the flat of skin between her tits; puckering a second time and planting, parted, allowing my tongue to dart forward and lick her flesh. I turned my face to the side and kissed the side of her breast. Lizzie twisted against the wall, trying to turn her body to me, bringing the crown of her breast to me.

I latched onto her nipple, pulling it in between my lips. Lizzie sighed deeply, her fingers pressing into my shoulders. I opened my mouth and sucked her breast in again, just the way she liked it, like I'd done the first night we'd had sex together.

"Ahhh..." Lizzie gasped.

She moaned softly as I let her breast flow from my mouth, her nipple swelling against my lips before popping free.

She smiled at me, her chest heaving with her ragged breath. I pulled her to me as she fell forward, kissing me. Her tongue surged into my mouth, finding mine. 

"Mmmm..." Lizzie's lips parted as she sighed, but her tongue remained in my mouth as she held on to me.

I reached down between us, digging my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and pushing down.

"Let me help," she said, wiggling her hips and pushing down herself.

I knelt in front of her as the denim fabric began descending from her hips. Leopard print panties concealed her sex. Wet. I could smell it. 

She stepped out of her jeans. With one hand I tossed them aside; the other hand went up between her legs. 

"Ohhh..." Her hand closed on mine, pressing me against her.

I peeled the panties from her hips. She stepped out of them, sliding her hands against the wall as she leaned back. I stood up, running my fingers up the length of her legs, brushing lightly against the outer edges of her sex as she spread her feet apart.

"I want you to fuck me," she said. "I want your cock in my pussy. I want to feel you cum inside me."

Lizzie grabbed at my shorts and pulled them down, freeing my cock. 

I bent forward, pushing my shorts from my body, sucking her nipple into my mouth as it appeared at my lips.

I stood up and Lizzie pulled me to her. 

She raised up on her calves, thrusting her pelvis at me, grabbing my cock and pulling it toward her sex.

I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, falling against her as my hands splayed against the wall. 

Lizzie pushed herself up further, kicking one leg to the side as she pulled the head of my cock into the wet, swollen opening of her pussy.

I squatted enough to angle myself upward into her and surged gently forward, penetrating her.

"Is this what you want?" I asked as I raised up, impaling her on my shaft.

Eyes closed and mouth gaping open as she gasped, Lizzie nodded as she clutched at me.

This was not making love; this was desperate and needful, a desire that would not wait.

I'd had sex like this once before in a college library, my girlfriend's skirt bunched up around her waist as I thrust into her.

This time, the object of my desire was my sister, further spurring my arousal.

We didn't have time to enjoy it; our mutual passion was unyielding, and in a matter of mere moments, with Lizzie holding onto me for balance and love, I plowed upward as deep into her as I could and filled her with cum.

She wrapped a leg around me and held on to me as I collapsed against her, and only when my softening cock slipped out of her did she loosen her hold on me.

Both of us still gasping for breath, we looked into each other's eyes.

"That didn't last very long," I said.

She shook her head as I stood up, my hands on her hips.

Lizzie's fingers found mine and she held my and as we walked slowly to bed together.

We collapsed onto the mattress, snuggling together as we dug our feet into the bedcovers.

"Promise me something," she said. 

"What?" I asked.

"That you'll always love me," she said. 




Lizzie's Sanctuary Ch. 02



"Always, little sister," I said. "Always."

Lizzie pulled the sheet up around us as I pushed strands of hair from her face. She shifted against me and settled herself, her breasts crushed against me, and we both fell asleep.



Lizzie's Sanctuary



"How is the sun on your balcony, by the way?" she asked.

"What? The sun? Oh." I looked out through the door that led to my balcony. "It's fairly bright in the morning through early afternoon."

Lizzie nodded as she scooted closer to me. Her nipples were hard buds trapped by cloth. My cock was becoming a hard rod concealed by my boxers, shorts and the catalog in my lap.

"So which one do you think I should go with?" she asked, turning a page in the catalog.

"Didn't you say you really liked the one with the hardwood footboard?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said, nodding as she pushed her hair back from her face. "But that's one of the sets they'll have to order."

"It'll probably be that way with anything you pick out," I said. "Choose something you like. We can deal with the wait."

"Okay," she said, leaning back against the couch. "You know, there's no way I could make it right now without you."

"Nonsense," I said. "You're a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. But I'm glad to help in anyway I can."

"I know," she said, leaning forward and kissing me. "And you're helping me a lot. I won't forget it, either. I promise."

Lizzie climbed off the couch and disappeared into what she had claimed as her bedroom again, giving me a first look at the backside of her bikini. That meant I actually had a good look at her backside, period, because only a narrow sliver of cloth separated her ass cheeks. My little sister, who'd been a bit of a scrawny stringbean up through her senior year in high school had filled out nicely in adulthood. Sister of mine or not, she was an attractive woman.

Halfway toward her room, she pulled the string on the back of her bikini top and slipped it from her body as she disappeared from view. I had a flashback to the summer after she graduated high school. I came home one afternoon and caught Lizzie and a friend of hers sunbathing topless in the backyard. I don't even remember the girl's name; I just remember Lizzie doing a poor job of pretending to cover herself. At the time, her breasts had been tiny mounds of flesh with small, pert nipples. I blinked hard, trying to shake the image from my mind.

A few minutes later as I sat watching the news, Lizzie walked back into the room and slid next to me on the couch, lifting my arm and pulling it around her as she snuggled against me and laid an arm across my lap. She'd changed out of her minimalist bikini and into a dark red, sleeveless nightgown. The lighting in the room was dark enough that I couldn't tell if the cloth was thin or not, but I could see that only a couple of the buttons down the front were fastened, leaving her with a plunging neckline. 

I sighed deeply as I hugged Lizzie to me. Long ago, when the three of us were kids, teenagers, we'd been pretty close. I kissed the top of her head as she hugged me back and burrowed a little deeper into the couch. I kept telling myself that I couldn't afford to yield to the butterflies in my stomach and the dull ache and heaviness in my crotch.

When the news went off, Lizzie put a hand on my thigh and pushed herself up.

"I'm gonna go ahead and go to bed," she said, leaning in, kissing me on the cheek and hugging me. "Thanks for letting me snuggle."

"Anytime, Sis," I said, putting my arms around her again. 

Lizzie pushed against me, pulling her head back and kissing me on the cheek. Her lips brushed against me as she pulled herself to me again, and I felt her relax.

I loosened my hold on her body and she pulled back from me. I put a hand to her face, tilted her head down and kissed her forehead.

"That makes me feel like a little girl all over again when you do that," she said. "That was dad's thing."

I remembered dad doing that with Kath and Lizzie all the time. Mom did it with me.

"I didn't mean to..."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't mean in a bad way. It's... comforting. I like it"

She sat back, holding my hand with both of hers. Her thumbs rubbed the back of my hand as she smiled at me.

"How much longer are you going to be up?" she asked.

"Not long," I said, "then I'll be right behind you. That feels really good." Her fingers were pressed firmly into my palm as her thumbs massaged the back of my hand. The net effect was a hard to explain tingling sensation.

"Play your cards right," she said, "and I'll give you a back rub soon."

Lizzie released my hand and I watched her get up and walk out of the living room. I found myself wondering if she was as naked beneath the thin red cloth as she'd been beneath the white one from the night before. I turned my attention back to the television and leaned back, thinking of anything and everything to get my mind off of Lizzie and the erection that I had developed.

Several minutes later, I turned off the television, made sure the rest of the lights were off and headed for bed. It looked like Lizzie was already asleep, so I tried to be quiet, and thought I did a pretty good job of succeeding. I slid under the covers and got comfortable. Almost immediately, she rolled over and reached for me.

Lizzie grabbed my arm and pulled herself to me, and without saying anything at all, snuggled herself against me like it was the most natural thing in the world, throwing one of her legs over mine. I wasn't sure how to respond. In nearly ten years of sleeping with women I was involved with, I'd enjoyed the experience of actually sleeping with them, not just fucking them, but this was different. I loved my sister, but what was I supposed to do?

Whether it was her final act before going to sleep or her attempt to put me at ease, I couldn't tell you, but Lizzie tilted her head up, brushed her lips against mine in a brief, pensive kiss and I felt her go limp. Without thinking, I'd kissed her back, but it was so quick, you could almost say it didn't happen. But then I kissed her on the forehead again, hugged her as her body melted into mine and we both drifted off to sleep.

The next couple of weeks practically flew by. 

Lizzie's furniture was finally on its way, more than two weeks after she had ordered it. On one hand, I was looking forward to her bedroom suit arriving. Now she had her own bed to sleep in, removing what was an increasingly uncomfortable situation. We were closer than we'd ever been growing up, and I could feel a physical attraction building between us; the line between brother and sister blurring increasingly out of focus. 

On the other hand, for Lizzie, my condo was now more than her sanctuary from a marriage gone bad; it was her home, too, where she lived with the one person she was closer to than anyone else on the planet, and it was now very clear, to me, anyway, that she and I were closer than she had ever been to Warren. Forget the heat building between us, she wasn't the only one that found our time alone together to be warm and comfortable. Slipping an arm around her in bed to hold her as we slept had quickly become something like second nature, and I grudgingly admitted to myself that I would miss her being in bed with me at night.

The high point came when Lizzie met with her attorney and filed for her divorce. A friend of hers had recommended a really good attorney, and Warren began to feel the heat pretty quick. 

A few days later, I found myself taking the afternoon off and hitting the gym on the way home to work out some nervous energy. I got home as rush hour began booming and jumped into the shower. After I dried off and got dressed, I sat on my balcony and flipped through my mail as I listened to the roar of the traffic on the nearby highway. 

Lizzie got home about an hour after I did and brought trouble with her. Warren followed her through the front door of my condo. Lizzie was in tears with him trailing behind her pleading that she didn't understand and that she had to give him another chance. I walked in and came around the corner as she told him for the third time that she wanted him to get out and leave her alone; she didn't want to talk to him. I thought both ideas were simply outstanding. Warren clearly did not concur.

Warren has a good mop of hair on his head, and I used it to help steer him back out of my condo as I convinced him it was in his best interest to leave, giving him the choice of the elevator or the stairs. He wisely chose the elevator and went on his way after I advised him not to come back. If Lizzie wanted to talk to him, she could call him.

I shut my front door, locked it behind me and found Lizzie sitting in the kitchen drying her eyes. 

"Is he gone?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "And I don't think he'll be back. I told him you'd call him if you wanted to talk. I think he'll take the hint."

"I hope so," she said, sniffing.

I told Lizzie to unwind, make herself comfortable and change clothes. I told her I thought we could cook dinner and spend a quiet evening together. 

Over dinner, Lizzie told me she and a couple of her girlfriends were going to her house on Saturday to pack more of her belongings. I asked her if she needed my help, and she told me she was pretty sure they could handle it. Besides, she said, she was probably going to stay the weekend with one of the women who'd been her roommate in college.

I really liked her answer for a couple of reasons. First, I had a couple of internet based classes I needed to get wrapped up, so it sounded like both of us would be busy for the weekend. More importantly, though, a friend of mine was headed to town for a series of business meetings, and she'd called to ask if I wanted to go to dinner with her and spend some time together. My answer was an immediate yes; when Rebecca asked about 'spending some time together,' she meant she wanted to fuck.

Rebecca and I were what could only be described as friends with benefits. We'd both hired on at the same time with the same company, and we watched each other's backs while we learned our new jobs. We were perfect for each other. I didn't want to commit, and she wouldn't afford herself to commit. She was too focused on making a career. After three years of working together, she'd gone to work for another company, but we still called each other every time we went on the road, and while the sex wasn't always earth shattering, it was always a good release. But that was at least three days away, and right now, I was spending the evening with my sister.

Lizzie wasn't really in the mood to go anywhere and do anything, so we tossed a movie into the DVD player and curled up together on the couch. 

When the movie was over, Lizzie kissed me good night and got up to go to bed. She stopped short and turned around.

"Can I ask you something? And you forget I'm your sister for the sake of discussion?"

"Okay." I turned around to look at her.

"Am I pretty?" she asked.

"Yeah. Of course you are." 

"No," she said, shaking her head walking back toward me. "I'm serious. Forget I'm your sister. If you went to a party and you were checking out the women, would I attract your attention? Would you consider asking me out? Am I attractive enough that you'd want to sleep with me?"

How was I supposed to answer questions like this? How do you tell your little sister you think she's hot?

"Sis, you're beautiful," I said. "And if I walked into a room, looking around to see who the hot women are, yeah, you'd get my attention. Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I want to know," she said. "There has to be something about me that made him lose interest in me."

"Warren?"

"Yeah," she said, folding her arms and looking wounded.

"Lizzie, I can't imagine you doing anything that could have made him lose interest in you," I said, turning my body to face her. "He's the problem, not you. He made some terrible choices. It's nothing you did. In fact, I wouldn't even say he lost interest in you. Based on the fact that he followed you home tonight, I'd say he's still interested."

"That's only because my attorney is starting to turn the screws on him," she said. "Warren has a pretty good survival instinct, if nothing else."

"I stand by my comment that it's not your fault he made some bad choices," I said. "After all, how could he not think you're hot if he took even one good look at you?"

I was taking a good look at the moment; the hem of her shorts was drawn up near her crotch, the skin of her legs begging to be touched. Her blouse was unbuttoned down to the point where I could see enough of her cleavage to know she wasn't wearing a bra. With each breath she took, Lizzie's tits pressed seductively against the thin cloth.

"You're not taking me seriously," she said.

"What do you mean I'm not taking you seriously?"

Lizzie crawled toward me and threw her leg across me, straddling me. 

"Look at me," she said, taking my face in her hands. "Several times you've said something about what I was wearing and I've noticed you looking at me, and it's been more than just looking at me as your sister."

"This is silly," I said. I put my hands on her waist and pushed her off of my lap. She spilled onto the couch with a look of disbelief on her face and glared at me as I stood up. "When we were teenagers, I used to look at you and Kath all the time when you were wearing swimsuits or prancing around the house in your underwear. It had more to do with raging hormones than anything else."

I walked away from the couch headed to the bedroom.

"And now?"

I stopped and turned to look at her.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Is it still the raging hormones, or something else?" Lizzie leaned forward.

I turned away from her and walked into the bedroom.

"Why won't you answer me?" she asked, following me.

"Because," I said, flipping on my bedside lamp. "I don't want to talk about how attractive or pretty or hot you are."

I turned around toward her as she walked up behind me. I thought she was going to hug me. As I held out my arms to hug her, she planted a foot behind mine, grabbed my arm and pushed, compromising my balance and sending me spilling onto the bed. I fell onto the bed and looked up in surprise. When we were kids, we'd played around wrestling in the backyard, and though she'd gotten to the point of starting well, Lizzie had always come out on the short end of things. This marked the first time she'd ever taken me down.

I didn't try to get up, but pushed myself back on the bed as she crawled onto it. As my feet cleared the edge, she moved on top of me, straddling me again and leaning forward, catching my wrists in her arms and pinning me. Or so I was willing to let her think for a minute or two.

"This is not silly," she said. "Not to me, anyway. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to find out your husband is fucking another woman when he won't touch you and hasn't in months?"

"Never having had a husband," I said, "I can honestly say I have no idea how that feels."

Despite the fact it was a painful subject for her, Lizzie found the humor in my response and glared at me through her smirk as she squeezed me with her thighs and pressed down on my arms. My eyes darted down to glance at her breasts. Lizzie's tits swayed freely beneath the cloth of her blouse, her nipples hard buds of flesh.

"You know what I mean," she said. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about! You were looking down my shirt!"

Lizzie released her hold on my arms, sat up and pushed her hair back out of her face. Her nipples raised points of prominence that were impossible to ignore.

"It's hard to ignore when you lean forward like that," I said. "I don't know why Warren started neglecting you. Clearly he was being a fool."

"What about you?" she asked. 

"What about me? I didn't know I was neglecting you," I replied.

"Not that," she said, bring her hands down to catch mine. She pressed her fingers in between mine, lacing our hands together as she leaned over me again. "What do you think about me?"

The expression on her face was a mix of woman seeking validation and child seeking approval. She was seated with her hips centered on mine, and I was conscious of my cock slowly hardening, pressing upward toward her.

"For starters," I said, "you're crazy if you think you actually have me pinned."

"I don't see you doing anything about it," she replied, sticking her tongue out at me.

I actually had her where I wanted her. I pulled on her right arm and pushed her left up and away from me as I rolled to my left. Lizzie fell to the bed with a squeal as I rolled on top of her, pinning her hands against the bed. We maneuvered our bodies against one another; I was intent on pinning her to the bed and she struggled beneath me, intent on regaining some level of control. I moved my knees from under her, effectively dumping her on the bed, and I leaned forward, leveraging myself over her. Lizzie lay there with her legs spread, her shorts taught against her crotch. She wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles, presumably to keep me from escaping. I had no intention of going anywhere.

"That was mean," she said, pushing and pulling with her hands, trying to gain some advantage.

"Did you really think you could pin me?" I asked. I looked down at her; her blouse was now bunched up above her waist, her belly exposed and one of her shoulders bare.

"I was hoping," she said. "I know you're not going to walk away from me this time." She squeezed me between her thighs and thrust herself up at me as much as she could. 

"I'm not trying to," I said. "But as long as you keep your legs wrapped around me like this, you're going to stay in the position you're in right now."

Lizzie lay there, looking at me. I slowly leaned over her and pulled her arms up over her head. Too late, she realized what I was doing and tried to resist, but I managed to capture the fingers of both her hands with one of mine, and suddenly, I had her pinned and at a disadvantage. 

I wanted to lay down beside her and talk this through, but right now, I had control of the situation, or at least thought I did, and in order to keep it, I had to stay on top of her.

"So you want to know what I think about you in terms of whether or not you're attractive?" I asked.

"It's hard to explain," she said. "But it's more than that. I know you love me. And you told me earlier you think I'm beautiful, but I wonder how much of that's just because I'm your sister and how much is because you really think of me as attractive. I don't know why it matters to me, but it does."

I brought my free hand to her face, brushed her hair away and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. As my face got closer to hers, she turned her head toward me, a nervous, but expectant look on her face. I kissed her softly, brushing my lips against hers. As I started to pull back from the contact, Lizzie pressed upward, making brief contact again. Then, maybe sensing my reluctance, she laid her head back on the pillow. I slid my hand under her head and kissed her again, softly, but this time, more deliberate. 

Our mouths melted together. Her lower lip slipped between my lips, and we lingered together like this for several seconds. The tension remaining in Lizzie's arms disappeared, and I let go of her hands as I hovered over her. Lizzie lay there submissively, looking up at me, her arms still stretched up over her head. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric as her chest heaved with her hard breathing. My cock throbbed with desire as I looked down at my sister.

I pulled my hand from under her head, and as my fingers brushed against her face, she turned her head to the side and kissed my hand. My fingers trailed down her neck, past her collar bone. I wanted to bring my hand down between her breasts, but I didn't. Instead, my hand trailed down the outside of her chest, down along her ribcage. Lizzie pushed herself toward my hand, offering her breast to my touch.




Lizzie's Sanctuary



When my fingers came in contact with the bare skin beneath her blouse, I felt her body stiffen and she clenched at me with her legs. I flattened my hand out against the side of her belly and ran my palm up over her ribcage, stopping just short of cupping her breast. I pressed down on her ribcage, my thumb pressing into her, and Lizzie raised her hips off the bed, thrusting herself upward against me. My hand snaked around her waist, my fingers brushing the skin of her lower back. Lizzie relaxed her body, dropping back onto the bed, trapping my hand beneath her.

I found myself breathing hard, too, and I lowered my body, bringing my lips to hers. As our lips connected again, Lizzie hugged me, her arms around my neck, and she thrust her body up against me again. I lost my leverage and collapsed atop her, quickly repositioning my other arm so that elbow to fingers, I had part of my body working to hold my full weight up and off of her. 

Lizzie pressed her lips against mine again as she ground herself against me, and for the first time, I felt her tongue dart forward against my lips before she dropped her head back on the pillow.

"You're hard," she said, out of breath.

She ground her pelvis against me, and with our bodies positioned as we were, there was no hiding the fact that I had a full erection. The only thing stopping my cock from being in contact with her sex was the clothing we both wore.

I slid my hand lower beneath her and tried to pull her against me. Lizzie slid one of her hands beneath her body and grabbed my hand, pressing it down, and suddenly I was squeezing my sister's ass as I held her to me. She threw her head back as she pressed herself against me.

I kissed her exposed neck as she ran her other hand down my back, clutching at my butt.

"You're so hard," she said. "Damn it, you feel good."

I flexed my hips, sliding my cloth covered erection against Lizzie's pubic mound. It was almost like a preprogrammed response, and it took a moment or two for me to even realize I was doing it. I stopped thrusting, shocked with the realization that I was dry humping my little sister.

"Do you believe me now?" I asked. "Do you believe me now when I tell you how beautiful you are?"

Lizzie opened her eyes and looked at me as she continued to breathe hard.

"It doesn't mean I don't like to hear it," she said. She put both of her hands on my hips. "Why did you stop?"

I shook my head.

"We can't do this, Lizzie," I said.

"Why not?" she asked. "I need you to touch me. I need you to..."

"No," I said, putting a hand over her mouth. "We're on the edge. We're as close to having sex right now as we can get without doing it. And we can't."

The hurt and pain on her face was sudden, and I knew the tears wouldn't be far behind.

"But I love you," she said.

"And I love you, too," I replied.

"I want to be with you like this," she said. "I don't care about anything else right now."

I shook my head again and that was all it took.

The tears were sudden and so was her fury. Her hands pushed with angry strength and I found myself landing on my side as she bounced off the bed and bolted for the door. A moment later, I heard her bedroom door slam shut.

I was torn between feeling bad about upsetting her and the fact that I was fighting a serious urge to take her like she apparently wanted me to. I lay there thinking about how good she felt; about how much I'd wanted to raise her top and suckle her breasts, how I wanted to slip my hand inside her shorts, past the small patch of hair guarding her sex; how I wanted to slip a finger inside her pussy and give her pleasure. My cock throbbed, and I thought about how easily I could have pulled her shorts away, discarded my own light clothing and how I could have been inside her. I rolled over, dropping my feet to the floor, shaking my head and telling myself how wrong I was.

I couldn't wait for Rebecca to get into town. For the first time in a long time, I was in the position of desperately needing to get laid. Now, though, I needed to check on Lizzie. That, and to get a glass of ice water. Maybe that would help cool me down. I damn sure wasn't taking a cold shower.

One light still burned in the living room, and as I walked out of my bedroom, I saw Lizzie had stripped off her shorts on the way to her room. They lay on the floor just outside her bedroom door, which was cracked ever so slightly.

"Lizzie?"

"Leave me alone," she said. "I don't want to talk right now."

I'd give her a few minutes and try again.

I killed the light in the living room and got my glass of water. I stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy a moment of evening breeze while I downed the glass. The moon would be full in a couple of days, and moonlight cast an eerie pallor on my balcony. On my way to bed, I opened the curtains, letting the moonlight bathe my living room. I normally don't care for light at night, but moonlight is different.

I walked quietly back toward my bedroom and heard noise coming from Lizzie's room. I stopped at the door way, listening for what I was sure were the sounds of sobs. The door now stood halfway open.

No crying, but something different. A light moan and a sigh. Another moan and a slight gasp with a sound that could only be described as moist. I peered in through the opening of her partially closed door. Without a window, Lizzie's room was nearly pitch black, and at first, I had difficulty seeing anything. Slowly, though, I was able to see a faint shadow of motion. Lizzie leaning against the wall, her blouse almost completely unbuttoned, one hand covering her breast and the other between her legs as she masturbated. That's all I could tell; it was too dark to really see anything, but the knowledge that my sister was masturbating was enough to make me hard again.

I retreated to my room, the guilt of spying on her balanced out by the rush of knowing she was nearly naked and making herself cum. I peeled back the curtains in my room, letting in the moonlight. I ran a hand over my erection as I started to pull the zipper on my shorts. I was turned on by the sight of my little sister and the knowledge that she was getting herself off, and as much as I didn't want to admit it, I wanted to watch her. As I began to push my shorts down, I looked up and saw Lizzie's head peak around the corner of my doorway. She edged out from behind cover enough that I saw the curve of her hip as she peered in at me. As quickly as she appeared, after a moment, she was gone. I lay down for a few minutes and decided to go check on her again.

I walked out of my bedroom and noticed the door to her room was standing wide open. She wasn't in her room. She wasn't on the couch, either, and I realized there was only one other option. I walked toward the balcony door and saw her standing out on the balcony, leaning against the railing. She was still wearing her blouse and panties, the sensuous curves of her ass visibly defined, and as I walked through the door into the night air, I watched the gently breeze tease the hem of her blouse and her hair. 

She turned to look at me as I closed the door behind me, pushing her hair back from her face as she hid her chin in her shoulder.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked.

"I wanted to come and check on you," I said as I closed the door behind me. "I know you said you wanted me to leave you alone..."

"Then why don't you?" she asked. "I mean, you won't touch me and you won't leave me alone. Surely there's a happy medium, somewhere."

"You don't really want me to leave you alone," I said. I buried my fingers in her hair and raked her tresses as I moved in behind her. 

"No," she said, tilting her head back to me as I kissed the top of her head. 

I slid an arm around her as I pulled her back against me, suddenly very aware of two things; my cock was more hard than soft, destined to become erect again as it pressed against her backside, and my hand made contact with the bare skin of her belly. Lizzie's blouse was held closed by only one or two buttons down near her waist.

"I know you saw me earlier," she said.

She caught my hand as I tried to pull it back.

"Lizzie, I wasn't trying to spy on you," I said.

Her hand squeezed mine.

"I know," she said, pulling my arm tighter around her. "If I didn't want you to see me, I should have closed the door."

She tilted her head back and rubbed it against my chin. I kissed her temple and she turned her head toward me, arching back and brushing her lips against mine.

"There's a part of me that wants you to look at me," she said, "to see me, to hold me. Just like this."

Lizzie laid her head over, exposing her neck to me, and I leaned down and kissed her just below her ear. She laid her hand aside my face, holding me to her, and I kissed downward, my lips brushing her neck. I glanced down and saw the cloth of her blouse standing open, her breasts naked to the night air, nipples erect, her skin a landscape of goose bumps. My lips fell upon the top of her shoulder. 

I watched as her fingers grabbed the edge of her blouse and pulled it free from her shoulder. My lips traveled down the newly exposed skin as she placed her hand over mine again. Lizzie grasped my hand and lifted it up her body, placing it on her breast.

Her nipple bored into my palm as Lizzie pressed my hand against her and sighed deeply. Her fingers urged mine to clutch at her, and only when she was convinced my hand was committed to maintaining contact with her breast did she let go of me.

As I cradled Lizzie's breast in my hand and kissed her shoulder again, I wasn't merely being affectionate to my little sister. I was touching a woman I loved, and I was conscious of the desire to give her pleasure; conscious of my hard cock yearning for her.

My left hand had been resting on her left shoulder, and now, as she pushed back against me, I brought it down her back, sliding my fingers past her shoulder blade down to her hip. As I slid my hand around her waist, Lizzie shifted her feet just a bit and pulled the hem of her blouse up, bringing my other hand into contact with her bare belly. She laid her hand atop mine and squeezed it as I gently pulled on her nipple with my other hand.

"Ooohhh," she said. "Two hands are better than one." She lifted my left hand up her body.

A moment later, my hands covered both of Lizzie's breasts, my fingers stoking the hard buds of flesh that crowned them. Lizzie braced herself against the balcony wall with her hands as she pressed her ass back against me. I had no doubt she could feel my cock pressing back into her, and a moment later, I felt her hand reach between us and close on my erection as my lips continued to caress her shoulder and my hands massaged her tits.

Lizzie pulled away from me just enough to turn inside my arms to face me, leaning back against the balcony wall. I put my hands on either side of her as she pushed the hair from her face again. Her blouse billowed about her, secured by only one button, the open cloth failing to cover her chest as it hung from one shoulder. I watched as she lowered one hand down her belly and slowly ran her fingers down between her legs. She reached for me with her other hand, looped her fingers behind my neck and pulled me to her.

The first kiss was soft and testing, a small open space there where a tongue might appear. Her lips brushing mine, and then her tongue and my tongue, together long enough that contact could be claimed, but apart again quickly. The second kiss was more purposeful; Lizzie's mouth molded to mine, our lips fitting together like pieces to a puzzle, her tongue darting forward and stopping, waiting to be welcomed before moving any farther. I pressed my tongue forward and slid it against hers and felt her gasp. The fingers of both her hands were bookends to my face as our tongues congressed. And then she pulled back, her chest heaving. Her hands dropped from my face to my shoulders and then trailed down to my chest. She reached up and grabbed one of my hands. Taking my hand in both of hers, she pulled my hand down between her legs, pressing my palm against the bare skin just above her panty line; pressing my fingers down into the slight crevice where her swollen sex puffed against the flimsy cloth. 

Lizzie pressed my fingers against her cloth covered cunt, inhaling deeply as my fingers stimulated her. She let go of my hand and grabbed at my waist as I slid my hand down, my palm brushing over the mound concealing her clit as my fingers delved deeper toward her molten core. Lizzie closed her eyes and breathed deeply as I gently stroked her.

"Yessss," she said. "That feels sooo good. Ohhh."

"Lizzie," I said.

She shook her head and brought a hand to my face before I could say anything else.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me," she said. "You have to tell me you don't want me, because I already know otherwise."

Her other hand reached out and grasped my cock, an unmistakable bulge in my boxers.

I stepped in even closer to her and pulled my other hand from the balcony wall. As Lizzie dropped her hand from my face, I brought my hand to hers. Maintaining pressure against her, I pulled my fingers up from between her legs, slowly drawing my hand up her torso until I made contact with her breast. I cupped the soft mound of flesh, resting her hard nipple on the edge of my hand as I leaned in and kissed her.

This time, I initiated the kiss, and as our lips melted together, I slid my tongue in against hers and squeezed her breast. Lizzie sighed hard, dug her fingers into my side and pulled me against her. My cock plowed into her belly, separated from her by only a thin layer of cloth.

I continued to cradle Lizzie's head in my hand as we kissed, and I felt her push at my hips, her fingers scraping at my skin as she slid her hands inside my boxers. She pushed my boxers down on my hips, pulling them away from my body in front, and suddenly, my cock sprang free, captured by her hand. Our lips separated and she let go of my cock, still trying to push my boxers down. My cock jutted out at her; I was as hard as I'd ever been, and my desire was for my little sister.

"You're determined, aren't you?" I asked as she continued to struggle with my boxers.

Lizzie smiled at me, a nervous, lustful smile.

"You have me pinned," she said. "I can't really do anything."

I took a half step back and Lizzie leaned forward, shoving my boxers down below my hips, almost to my knees. I caught her before she could go any lower and raised her up as my boxers hung suspended on my legs.

She looked up at me. Afraid I was objecting to her undressing me? She smiled as I bent down, taking my boxers off. I kicked them to the side and stepped up to her again, her hands immediately taking hold of me, one hand grasping my shaft, the other cupping my balls. I took Lizzie's face in my hands and kissed her deeply, my tongue brushing against her teeth and licking her lips as she reacted to me for a change. She stroked me gently as my lips made love to her mouth and my fingers plowed into her hair.

"I do want you," I said. "I've been telling myself for days that I'm nuts. I love you, little sister."

I dropped a hand to her chest, cupped her breast and kissed her again. Lizzie's hands moved to my hips and her fingers grabbed at me until she had hold of my ass and was pulling me into her. I moved my hand from her breast, reached behind her and cupped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh between my fingers.

And then I let go of her and pulled back. I was pretty sure I knew where things were headed, and we had gone as far as I wanted us to go on the balcony.

"Let's go to bed," I said, stepping back. "It's getting late."

She stood there, a look of disbelief on her face.

"You're kidding," she said.

I shook my head and took a step toward the balcony door, holding my hand out to her. I left my boxers where they lay.

Lizzie took a step away from the balcony wall, her demeanor as though I'd just thrown a bucket of cold water on her. It was like I'd let all of the air out a balloon, and she'd been in it. Her chest, rasping with lustful breath a moment ago, was suddenly calm, the only discernible movement from the sway of her breasts as she walked after me. She stepped past me, not even grazing my hand with hers.

I was surprised she didn't say more before we made it inside, but once I had the door shut behind us, it was a different story.

"How can you possibly just turn it off like that?" she asked. Even in the pale of the moonlight streaming in to the condo, I could see the look on her face. Instead of hurt, like earlier, now she was angry. 

I continued walking toward the bedroom, my cock leading the way like a divining rod. I was gambling, counting on her to follow me.

"You can't be serious about just going to bed," she said, trailing after me. "Not after all of that out on the balcony." 

She followed me into the bedroom, incredulous at my refusal to answer her. "You just said you wanted me," she said, stopping at the foot of the bed.

"I did." I turned to look at her as I crawled onto the bed.

"I am so worked up right now," she said, "it's not funny. My panties are wet, and I... I can't go to sleep like this."

"Take your panties off," I said. I had a much better view of her body now, with the moonlight streaming in onto her, rather than over her shoulder.

"Taking off my panties won't solve the problem," she said as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and peeled her underwear from her body. "I need to cum. I can't get to sleep wound up like this."

My cock throbbed with desire as my little sister stepped out of her panties. There was something hot and sultry about her being clothed, but not clothed, what with her blouse hanging loose on her body, trying, but failing to cover her nakedness. I lay back on the bed, adjusting the pillows beneath me as she came around to my side, the shadows falling on her form as she hid her body from the moonlight. My cock lay hard against my belly as Lizzie walked next to the bed, looking down at me.

"What do you want to do?" I asked. "What do you want to do to make yourself cum?"

I held out a hand to her. Lizzie took my hand and looked at me, not sure whether or not to accept my invitation.

"Are you going to flip me off of you again and just tease me like you did earlier?" she asked.

I shook my head, and a moment later, Lizzie planted a knee on the edge of the bed and straddled me. She leaned over me, her hair cascading down past her face as she positioned herself, trying to center herself above me just right. Lizzie rocked forward on her knees, bringing her chest to me. I couldn't resist the temptation, and suddenly, she gasped as my lips closed on her nipple. 

Her hands clutched at my head, holding me to her as she rocked back and settled against me. 

"Ohhh..." Her voice was almost guttural, her breath suddenly raspy. "Ohhh, yesss. Suck my tits." Lizzie's fingers plowed through my hair, desperate to hold me to her. "Swallow my tit; suck me into your mouth."

I opened my mouth wide and sucked on her breast. The soft flesh flowed in past my lips and Lizzie bucked on my lap. I released the mound of flesh and let her nipple slip from my lips. She dipped her face to mine and kissed me, her tongue urgent and fierce in its advance to contact with mine. Her hips ground against me, and I was suddenly aware of her pussy, hot and wet, rubbing directly against my cock. I took a deep breath, inhaling my sister's smell; her perfume, light and beautiful; a hint of her body wash. Her smell. Different from every other woman I'd ever met.

I took Lizzie's ass in my hands and squeezed, pulling her down against me. Another guttural moan. Lizzie let go of me and sat up, putting more of her weight on me; putting more direct pressure on her sex as it made contact with my cock.