0 comments/ 106306 views/ 37 favorites Love on the Tracks By: epiphany65 Here's a fun, rather self-indulgent story I wrote. If you're not a Dylan fan you might not appreciate the humour, but I hope you like the story anyway. ### "Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet." -- Bob Dylan The ringing of the phone startled Jim Mellor as he lay on his couch, staring up at the ceiling. He looked at his watch, then the phone. It was almost three on a Saturday afternoon and this was the fourth time the phone had rung that day. He had ignored it the previous times, content to listen to music while wallowing in misery and self-pity. But now he decided to answer it this time, just to make the ringing stop. "Fuck," Jim hissed as he listened to the sixth ring of the phone. "Okay... I give up... I'm coming..." he spat out as he got up to answer the phone. "Jim, are you okay? I've been trying to get you all day." Jim felt somewhat relieved when he heard the voice of his older sister, Amy, on the phone. If there was anyone he could bear to talk to in his present state, it was her. He gripped the phone tighter in his hand and sighed. "Yeah... I'm okay," he said wearily. There was a long pause, then Amy said "Shit, do you have a band playing there? What's that music?" "Dylan," he intoned flatly. Amy Mellor was not surprised by her brother's answer. She wondered why she had even bothered to ask. For years Jim had been a huge Bob Dylan fan, often saying there are only two types of music: Dylan, and everything else. Amy often liked to hector her brother by telling him she would rather listen to cats fucking than Dylan, but she secretly enjoyed many of his songs. Besides, anything her brother was interested in she made a point of familiarizing herself with. And with Jim, at least a cursory knowledge of Bob Dylan was essential if you were going to relate to him. It was as though the lyrics of The Poet Laureate of Rock 'n' Roll were the very key to understanding her younger brother. She could almost gauge his moods based on which album he was listening to at any given point. "Which album?" Amy asked. "Blood on the Tracks," came his reply. More silence, then a groan. "Shit, Jim, what's wrong?" she asked, now sounding concerned. Jim let out a defensive laugh and cursed himself for not turning his stereo down before answering the phone. "What makes you think something's wrong?" he asked, trying to sound blithe. "Okay, now I'm sure of it because you just answered my question with a question," she said. "But there must be, if you're listening to that album and ignoring the phone. Remember Dylan himself said he couldn't understand someone enjoying that sort of pain." Jim let out another sigh. "Sometimes I regret sharing my musical tastes with you," he joked. "Okay, quit avoiding my question, Little Brother," she said with a dim laugh. "What's wrong?" Jim felt the sweat on his palm begin to coat the phone. His eyes darted to the stereo, then to the wall in front of him. "Shelly dumped me," he said. "What? When?" his sister blurted out. "Last night... almost as soon as I got to her place," he told her. "Why -- if you don't mind telling me," she said. "To tell you the truth, I'd really rather not get into it right now," he told her. "It's still a fresh wound. Sorry, Amy. Give me some time, then I'll give you all the gory details." "Okay... whatever you're comfortable with. But, right now, don't wall yourself off. Get out. Do something," she encouraged him. "I don't need to go out," he insisted. "I can do things here." "Yeah -- like listen to "You're A Big Girl Now" and "If You See Her, Say Hello" over and over, till you cry a bathtub full of tears." Jim laughed. "Well, "Idiot Wind" is playing now, and it sort of suits my mood." "At least it's not "Dirge", huh?" she said with a feeble laugh. "Look, why don't you come over here and hang out? You shouldn't be alone right now. I promise not to play any of my U2 albums." "Thanks, Amy, but that's okay," Jim said, surprised that he was now smiling. "Seriously, Jim -- I'll make a big pot of spaghetti and some of my world famous sauce to go with it. What do you say? It would be good to see you and spend some time together, regardless of your mood. I hardly saw you while you were dating Shelly. I've missed you," she said, pleading with him. Now Jim felt pangs of guilt as he listened to his older sister. She was right. In the nearly six months that he had been dating Shelly he had neglected his friends and even his own sister. Getting together now would be beneficial to both of them. "Okay. Thanks. Give me about an hour," he told her. "I want to grab a shower so I'll feel like a human being again." "That's perfect. I have to dash out for a few things. I'll meet you here in an hour. Thanks, Jim. Don't think I'm doing you a favour either. I want to spend some time with you; it's been ages," she said. "I know... I'll see you later, Amy," he told her. Once he was standing under the spray of the hot water in the shower Jim found his mood beginning to improve. Then he realized it was all because of Amy. She was as much like a friend to him as a sister, although she was almost four years older. He valued the relationship they had greatly and glad they were close -- both emotionally and in terms of distance. Her apartment was just on the other side of town from his, which meant they could visit one another often. Unfortunately that had dwindled once he got involved with Shelly. Now Jim regretted this even more and vowed to himself to rectify it. As Jim drove his car to his sister's apartment he found himself smiling. The closer he got, the happier he felt. When he arrived at Amy's apartment on McDougal St. he could smell food cooking. Until she had asked him to come over, the thought of eating had almost nauseated him. Now he began to feel the beginnings of hunger pangs as the aroma of his sister's spaghetti sauce hit his nostrils. "I'm so glad you decided to come over, Jim," Amy said as she greeted him at the door. Her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. Even before he had a chance to close the door behind him her arms were about his neck and her full lips were pressed to his cheek where she planted a loud, smacking kiss. "Well, I couldn't turn down your spaghetti," he said. Jim pushed the apartment door closed with his heel and returned his sister's hug. Now the scent of her perfume overwhelmed that of the food on the stove and Jim closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. His hand moved up Amy's back as he felt her brown hair tickle the side of his face. Her firm breasts were pressed hard to his chest and Jim's senses were flooded with with the scent and feel of his beautiful sister. His cock began to stiffen as she shifted against him, rubbing her breasts over his chest. Through her blouse he felt no bra strap and suddenly the image of her heavy breasts moving freely as she walked about filled Jim's mind. When he felt the curve of her stomach pressing harder against his erection he slipped his arms from around her and took a step back. "The food smells wonderful," he said, trying to ignore the throbbing of his cock. "Thanks," she said. "I hope it tastes as good." Amy turned and walked towards the kitchen. Jim followed her, his eyes glued to her tight grey skirt hugging her hips and ass. Her backside looked firm and just round enough for his taste. But it was always his sister's front that Jim was most preoccupied with. Her thick brown hair and eyes that were a shade darker made her very striking -- not to mention her breasts, which seemed to be the object of either desire or envy of both men and woman. "You're a great cook," he told his sister. "I've never had anything you've made that wasn't delicious. The man who marries you is gonna end up weighing a ton." Amy let out a bittersweet laugh and looked back from the stove at her brother standing beside the kitchen table. "Well, it seems like no man wants me, because I'm twenty-six and still single," she lamented. "Don't give up," he advised her. "There are worse things than being single -- like being married to the wrong person." Amy stopped stirring the spaghetti sauce to reflect on her brother's statement for a few moments, then nodded. "Yeah, you're right," she concluded. "I've dated a few Mr. Wrongs in my life. I think it's time to find Mr. Right." "I know what you mean," he said. "So you're looking for Mr. Right too?" Amy turned from the stove again and grinned. "Shut up -- you know what I mean... Ms. Right," he chuckled. Jim pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. He ran his eyes down his sister's body, then back up again, lingering on her left breast. It gently quaked inside her blouse as she stirred the spaghetti sauce and her nipple was very hard. He had an erection that seemed to refuse to die and he began to worry that she would notice it. "Here -- taste this..." Amy turned from the stove holding a large white plastic spoon with spaghetti sauce on it in her right hand. She held her other palm beneath it as she leaned over her brother, holding the spoon close to his mouth. "How does that taste?" she asked. The spaghetti sauce tasted perfect in Jim's opinion. It always did when his sister made it. But what he was really concentrating on was the view down her blouse he had as she leaned over. Amy was wearing a jade-coloured blouse with the top two buttons undone. Jim had thought nothing of it earlier, but now with her hovering over him he could see her heavy, round breasts gently swaying inside her blouse. "How is it?" she asked nervously. "Perfect, as usual." Jim raised his eyes. His sister was smiling, but it didn't seem to him that it was because of his reaction to her cooking. "Good. It always makes me happy when a man likes the taste of my sauce," Amy said as she returned to the stove. She turned her head around and gave him a wily grin, then let out a sexy laugh. "You pervert," he spat out, laughing, but excited by his sister's lewd comment. "Hey, if you want to give me a hand with something, there's some wine in the fridge that you could open," she said. "Sure." Jim got up and looked inside the fridge. He noticed two bottles of white wine on the top shelf and took one out, then opened a drawer beside the fridge. "Where's your corkscrew?" he asked his sister. "I thought there was one in your heart," she teased. "Why is it you know so many Dylan lyrics when you claim to hate his singing so much?" Jim was still searching through drawers as he spoke. On his third try he found a corkscrew and began opening the bottle of wine on the kitchen table. "Because you speak in rhyme occasionally," she explained. "And if I don't know which song of his you're quoting I have no idea what the hell you're talking about." Jim laughed. "It's just that he says it so much better than I ever can," he said. "Yeah... well, I just wish he'd spit the marbles from his mouth before he says it," she retorted. "Judas!" her brother spat out. Amy turned and glared at him. "I don't believe you... you're a liar!" she said, then let out a laugh. Jim shook his head, laughing to himself. "Damn... why does the perfect woman have to be my sister..." he mused aloud. Amy turned from the stove in surprise. "I'm the perfect woman?" she said. Her brother's remark filled Amy with happiness and as her heart accelerated she could feel herself getting wetter. She already was horny, prompted by feeling her brother's erection pushing into her stomach when she greeted him at the door. Now her panties were becoming damp. Her clit jumped. She cleared her throat and brushed her hair aside as she looked into Jim's blue eyes. She suspected that the hunger she saw in them wasn't for food and she yearned for him even more. But the yearning was as much emotional as physical. Her brother was Mr. Right, and she was sure of it. Jim gave his sister an abashed smile. "Well, I just meant that since you now so much about Dylan," he said, tripping over his tongue and blushing. "I wish I could find a girl who shared my musical taste -- that's all." Amy sidled up to her brother. She draped her left arm over his shoulders and pressed her hip to his side as she smiled at him. "I don't think you will, Little Brother. That's a rare bird, indeed," she said. "Looks like you're stuck with me." "Worse things could happen," Jim said with an awkward laugh. He looked up into his sister's oak eyes, feeling his cock throb again. Amy slipped her arm from around her brother and went to a cupboard. She brought out two glasses and filled one with wine, then held the other up, offering it to Jim. You want some?" she asked. "Yes, please," he said. "A glass of wine would probably do me good." Amy filled the second glass and handed it to him. "Well, I planned on us having more than just a glass. That's why I bought two bottles," she told him. By the time the spaghetti was cooked Jim was hungry. The wine had whetted his appetite and he filled himself on his sister's spaghetti and slices of garlic bread, washed down with wine. Amy was hungry as well and the siblings talked little while they ate. The silence did not bother either of them -- they were comfortable enough with one another to not have to keep up conversation constantly. But each had another, secret hunger that they felt like they must conceal from the other. Jim looked up from his plate occasionally at Amy and she would smile or ask him how the food was. Just looking at his beautiful sister sitting across from him made Jim's pulse race, and his cock throbbed in response. And although Amy did her best to hide it, she too was fighting the growing arousal within her. But both of them felt their inhibitions waning, helped-along by the wine and the at times bawdy conversation while Amy was preparing supper. "That was wonderful. Thanks, Amy." Jim pushed himself away from the table and placed a hand on his stomach. It felt round to him. He'd eaten too much, but his sister's spaghetti sauce was too delicious to just have one plate of spaghetti. "Thanks," Amy said with a big smile. "I'm glad you liked it." She took a bite of garlic bread and drained the last of the wine from the bottle into her glass, then held the empty bottle up-side down over the table. "Time for you to open the other bottle," she told him. Jim went to the fridge to retrieve the second bottle of wine and opened it on the counter. He refilled his glass then placed the bottle on the table between them. Amy raised her glass and reached out towards her brother. "Here's to love, and us finding Mr. and Ms. Right," she said. Jim knocked his glass against his sister's and took a sip of wine. "Love is just a four-letter word," he said. Amy laughed and took another drink of wine. Jim's eyes left his sister and he scanned the kitchen, noticing the pots on the stove and dirty dishes. "How about I give you a hand with these dishes?" he offered. "It's the least I can do after you cooked me the best meal I've had since the last time I was here." Amy gave her head a shake as she sat her glass down on the table. "No, thanks," she said. "They can wait. I'll do them tomorrow after you leave." Jim gave his sister a puzzled look. "Tomorrow? I'll be heading home later tonight," he said. Amy shook her head again, only more emphatically this time. "I'm not letting you leave after the wine you've had," she said. "Even if you don't get into an accident, you could get stopped by the cops -- or kill someone. No way, Jim." "Yeah, you're right," he said. "That was stupid of me. I'll get a cab." "Don't you want to hang out with me?" she asked, sounding hurt. "It's been so long, and I was really looking forward to us just sitting around and gabbing." Jim felt guilty when he saw the forlorn look in his sister's eyes. He frowned. "It's not that. It's just that it's getting late and I thought you'd want to get to bed in a while," he explained. "It's not late and I'm not tired," she told him. "I just want to sit around watching TV with you and talking -- like we used to. You can have my bed and I'll take the couch if you want." "No, the couch will be fine. Besides, I'll probably be so tired by the time your wheels fall off that I could sleep on the floor," her brother told her. Amy laughed and gave her brother a warm smile. She got up from the table and picked up the bottle of wine and her glass. "Good. Thanks, Jim," she said. "Come on, let's go sit down." Jim took his glass of wine and followed his sister in to the living room. He sat down on the couch to her left. She aimed the remote at the television and turned it on, then placed the wine on the coffee table in front of them. "I'm glad you decided to stay here tonight," Amy said. "Even if you weren't drinking, some company will do you good -- even if it is me." She turned to him and let out a self-conscious chuckle. "Especially if it's you," he corrected as his eyes widened and he smiled. "Awww... you're sweet," she drawled. "I can't believe you're not married yet. Girls must be tripping over themselves to get to you." Jim stared straight ahead, frowning. Then he let out a sigh. "Not even close. Shelly dumped me so she could get back together with her last boyfriend. It just seems like I'll never find someone to spend the rest of my life with. Maybe my standards are just to high," he said with a frown. "No, Jim, don't ever think that," she said, sounding very serious. "What are you looking for in a woman anyway?" Jim drew in a deep breath, thinking. "Well, someone who's smart, funny... the usual stuff," he said, then smiled. "Someone like you, but..." "But with bigger boobs," she interjected and let out a laugh. "No... Amy... I wasn't going to say that," he said. "I was going to say 'but who's not my sister'". A foxy smile formed on Amy's face. She straightened her back, glancing down at her chest for a second, then her eyes met his again. "So, does that mean mine are big enough for you then?" she asked. "Oh... geez, Amy, let's not go there," he said, almost begging. But the look on his sister's face excited him. It was flirtatious and he had never seen her look at him like that ever before. "C'mon, Jim, You're my best friend. There isn't anything we can't talk about," she said. It took a moment for his sister's words to sink in, then Jim gave her an almost startled look. "I'm your best friend?" he intoned. "Sure -- of course," she said. "There's no one I'm closer to, who knows me as well as you do, or knows as much about me and who I trust as much." Once more, Jim reflected on Amy's words, then smiled. "Since you put it that way, I'd have to say you're my best friend too," he told her. "Thanks. You don't know how much that means to me," Amy told her brother. She wrapped her arm around his, tugging him closer and rested her head on his shoulder. "It's the truth," he said. "I never really thought about it too much. I just sort of knew it and felt it. Everything you mentioned is how I feel about you though." Amy craned her head and smiled up at her brother. "Plus I'm smart, funny -- the usual stuff. Right?" she said. "Yeah... definitely," he said. "So, that brings us back to whether or not my boobs are big enough for you." She raised her eyes to his again and gave him a flirtatious smile. Jim could feel his sister's breast pressed to his side and he recalled how they looked earlier when he was peering down the front of her blouse. His hard cock throbbed and his mouth was getting dry. "Ah... yeah, I guess they are," he croaked. Amy giggled and tugged at his arm, drawing it into her firm breast. "You're not sure?" she taunted. "Wasn't the look you got at them when you tasted the spaghetti sauce good enough for you to make up your mind?" Love on the Tracks Jim gave his sister a stunned look. He wanted to say something and words filled his mind, but she had rendered him mute with her brash remark. Never before had their relationship been overtly sexual like this. It made him anxious, but it turned him on even more. His cock was rock hard and his heart was pounding. Amy drew her knees up on the couch and turned to face her brother. "You got a good look at them, didn't you?" she said in a silky voice. "Yeah..." he admitted with a groan as he gave her a sideways stare. "And what did you think?" she drawled. "That I shouldn't be looking at them because you're my sister," he replied, then let out a nervous laugh. Amy laughed. "And what else?" she prodded, inching closer to him. Jim noticed the wild, mercurial look in his sister's eyes and it excited him to know that she was turned-on too. It also made him less concerned about being honest about his feelings for her. "That they looked nice... big," he said in a raspy voice as his eyes moved down her body. "Thanks," she whispered. "I didn't wear a bra today 'cause I thought you needed a little... cheering-up." Jim chuckled but said nothing as he looked at his sister sitting beside him. "I've had enough wine to not be shy about saying what's on my mind," Amy told him. "And you shouldn't be either, Jim. I know that earlier in the kitchen wasn't the first time that you've checked out my tits, but that's okay. I like it when you do." Amy gave her brother an anxious look as she waited for him to say something. The wine had dulled Jim's senses some, but what his sister said was like a jolt to them. His cock was pulsing with his hammering heart and pushing upwards at his jeans. He smiled at Amy and quickly moved his eyes over her curves. Her skirt had climbed up her legs as she repositioned herself on the couch and her knees were apart enough to allow him to see a portion of her inner right thigh. Her smooth skin looked soft and he wanted to run his hand up over it towards the softest part of her. His hard cock seemed to be begging for release as he imagined touching her through her panties as they kissed. "You like it when I stare at them?" he asked in a hoarse voice, wanting to make sure he didn't misunderstand. Amy gave him a shy smile and gently nodded her head. "Yeah... it makes me feel sexy and naughty," she said. "But guys must check them out all the time," he replied. "Yeah, but I only like it when you do it," his sister said. "They're not you, Jim... they're not Mr. Right." Jim twisted around on the couch and gave his sister another surprised stare. "Me?" he gasped. "Yes, you, silly," she said. "Remember how you said earlier something about why does the perfect woman have to be your sister? I know you were only joking -- or maybe just a little -- but that's how I feel about you." "I wasn't joking that much, Amy," he said. "I'd love to find someone just like you in every way." Amy slid closer to her brother. She wrapped her arms around his midriff and rested her head on his shoulder. "Stop looking, Little Brother," she breathed. "You can have me anytime you want." Jim slipped his arm round his sister's waist, resting his hand on the curve of her hip and looked down at her. His mind was in turmoil as emotions and worries consumed him. "I... that... would be wonderful, Amy -- I know it would. I've even thought about it a few times," he said. "But you know we can't do anything." Amy raised her head so her sultry eyes met his. "Not even a little?" she said as a teasing grin washed over her face. Jim's heart was beating so rapidly now that it almost frightened him. He knew that his sister must have noticed the bulge in his jeans, but he didn't care. He began to hope that she would. "What do you mean?" he asked, content to follow her lead. Amy picked up the remote and turned the television off, then moved closer to her brother. "I mean this..." she said in a hush. Jim watched in disbelief as his sister sat up and pulled the hem of her blouse from her skirt and began unbuttoning it. Once it was open all the way she pulled it open to reveal her breasts to him. They were round and firm and hung down slightly. Her copper-coloured nipples were hard and thick, surrounded by areolas that were slightly lighter and perhaps a few inches around. They were perfect, just as Jim already thought -- although this was the first time he had ever seen his sister topless, except in fantasies. "God... Amy, you're beautiful," he breathed as he admired her beautiful body. "Thanks... you don't know how many times I've wondered what you'd think if you saw me... like this," she said. "I was worried you might not like how I look." "Are you crazy?" he said and gave a throaty laugh. Amy smiled, embarrassed by her insecurity. "No, but... I love you, Jim, and it matters so much what you think... how you feel about me," she said bashfully. "I love you too," he said. "And stop worrying about that. I think you know how I feel now." As he spoke, Jim's eyes moved from his sister's pretty face to her perfect breasts. Amy grinned. "I think I had a pretty good idea how you felt when you showed up today," she said. "Oh...?" he grunted. "Yeah," she breathed. "When I hugged you, you felt... hard." Jim's eyes darted to his lap and his smile faded. "Oh... sorry," he mumbled. Amy leaned closer, feeling her heavy breasts sway, and gave his hand a squeeze as she smiled. "No, don't apologize," she said. "That's how I want you to feel for me. For a minute I thought about saying to hell with supper and dragging you into my bedroom." Jim's smile returned and he watched the subtle movements of his sister's heavy breasts as she leaned over him, her thumb stroking the back of his hand. "I do... a lot -- feel that way, I mean," he confessed. Amy's smile widened and her narrowed eyes moved to his lap for a moment, then back to his face. "Like now, right?" she surmised. Jim gave her a nod and a shy grin. Amy let out a soft moan and slipped her arms around her brother again so she could rest her body against his. "What are we going to do, Jim?" she asked as she slowly stroked his stomach. His arm went around her and he moved his hand under her blouse, wanting to stroke her back and feel her soft, warm skin. "I don't know," he said. "Nothing, I guess... we can't." Amy gave another velvety moan and wiggled against him as he caressed her back. "But we're doing something now," she told him. "Most brothers and sisters don't do this. Most sisters don't show their brothers their tits." "Then I'm glad you're not like most sisters," he quipped. Amy laughed. "And I'm glad you're not like most brothers, or you might have called me a perverted slut." His sister's words anguished Jim and he eased her away from him so he could look into her eyes. "Never for an instant think that I could ever feel that about you, Amy," he said. "I love you." Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Amy felt her eyes getting damp and she gave him a grateful smile and kissed his cheek. "I love you so much, Jim," she said in a shaky voice. "Thank-you for reassuring me." Jim pulled his sister back to him. He kissed the top of her head and resumed stroking her back. "It's important to me that you know that and never doubt it," he told her. He looked down at her round breasts pressed to him and ran his fingers over her right one, then gently squeezed it. It was firm and felt heavy as his fingers slid along the underside and pushed up. "Mmmmm... I've been hoping you'd do that," she moaned. "Since when?" he joked. His sister giggled. "Since you were about sixteen," she shot back. Jim gave his sister's dusky nipple a pinch, then rubbed his thumb around it, listening to her soft moans. "That's about how long I've wanted to feel them," he told her. "Well, from now on, whenever we're alone, they're all yours," she told him. "Don't wait for me to offer or make the first move, okay?" "Really?" he asked. "Really. I'll never say 'no' to you, Jim." As he continued to caress and squeeze his sister's breast while he held her, Jim pondered her remark, wondering just how literally to take it. But for now he was perfectly happy with the sea change in their relationship. It was something he had craved for years and was surprised and elated that she too felt the same. He looked down at her laying against him, then at how her breast overflowed from his wide palm and splayed fingers. He licked his fingertip, then traced it around her thick nipple before giving it a tug. She moaned and clutched him tighter as she slowly writhed against him. Then she grew still and let out a sigh, silently laying against him. The sky eventually grew dark and turned sapphire as the siblings remained in a lover's embrace. When they had gone in to the living room earlier Amy had not needed to turn a light on. Now only the glow of the light from the kitchen and one down the hall illuminated the apartment. Jim glanced at his watch and saw that it was approaching eleven o'clock. He looked down at his sister, wondering if she was asleep and softly spoke her name. "Yeah..." she replied. She sounded either tired or very aroused. Jim thought maybe it was both. "Are you getting sleepy?" he asked. "A little. You?" "Yeah," he told her. Amy sat up and brushed her long brown hair over her shoulders, then looked down at her exposed chest. She stared into her brother's eyes as she shrugged her blouse off and dropped it on the couch behind her. "I guess there's no point in me keeping that on anymore," she giggled. "No," he said, running his eyes up and down her exquisite body. "Want to get to bed?" she asked him. "Yeah, I suppose," he said reluctantly, although he just wanted to keep holding her. Amy got up from the couch and reached out for her brother's hand. He watched her pendulous breasts sway before him, then smiled up at her as she pulled at his hand. "Let's go," she said. "Where?" he asked. "My room." She tugged harder at his hand, coaxing him to his feet. "I'm, ah, sleeping on the couch, remember?" Jim stood up. He felt his sister's hand brush over the bulge in his jeans as she gave his hand a soft squeeze. His cock throbbed and he moved closer to her, feeling her left breast caress his arm and the back of her hand rub his hard shaft. "Come on, Jim," she pleaded. "I've got a big bed, and what's the difference if we hold one another there or on the couch? Besides, I'm too tired to do anything more than that." Amy giggled as she began leading her brother out of the living room. "Okay, but hold on. I need to make a pit stop." Jim let go of his sister's hand and went in to the bathroom. When he came back out he found Amy leaning against the wall, waiting for him. He stopped and smiled as his eyes moved over her bare chest and down to her hips, then up again. She looked beautiful and he could hardly believe he was fortunate enough that she shared his forbidden feelings. His cock began to stiffen again and he wanted to pull her to him so he could run his hands over her entire body. "My turn," she said as she brushed past him into the bathroom. While Jim waited in the hallway for his sister to emerge from the bathroom he reached down and slowly rubbed his hard cock through his jeans. After about ten seconds he forced himself to stop, fearing that if he didn't he would either cum or push the boundaries with his sister farther than she was ready to. "Okay... bedtime," Amy said as she left the bathroom. She guided him to her bedroom and turned on a small lamp on the night stand beside her bed. She looked lovely, bathed in the soft glow of the light. "Time for you to get topless too, Little Brother," she joked. "I can't be the only one who's almost naked." Suddenly Jim felt shy and modest, but he began unbuttoning his shirt. He tugged it from inside his jeans and tossed it aside. When he looked up he saw that his sister had slid out of her skirt and taken her sandals off. Now she was sitting on the side of the bed, wearing only a pair of steel blue panties. The front was lacey and the sides cut high to reveal her flared hips. Now only her most secret and private spot was covered by a strip of wispy material. Jim's eyes focused on it after they moved up her smooth thighs. "Want me to turn around while you take your pants off?" she said and smirked. When her brother didn't reply Amy laid down on the bed and moved to the far side with her back to him, then pulled the covers up around her waist. "Don't be embarrassed, Jim," she said as she stared at the wall. "You've just seen me nearly naked, and I already know you're... worked-up." Jim said nothing as he kicked his shoes off and unzipped his jeans. As he slid them down his legs his hard shaft rose, pushing out at his boxers. He gave his sister a wary look and was relieved to see that she still had her back to him. He ran his eyes over her as he stepped out of his jeans and walked towards her bed. When Amy felt the mattress quake beneath her as her brother got into bed she peered over her shoulder. "Can I look?" she asked with a titter. "Yeah," her brother said as he pulled the covers up. He watched as she rolled over onto her back and smiled at him. Her firm breasts rose from her body like hills, capped by her hard nipples. He reached out and brushed the back of his hand over her right mound, dragging his fingernails over her soft skin. Amy shuddered and felt her clit throb as her brother stroked her and raked his nails over her sensitive breast. She wanted to slide her hand inside her wet panties and rub her hard clit -- him watching her make herself cum would make it even more exciting for her. "Mmmm... you're driving me crazy," she moaned. "Sorry," he grunted as he took his hand away. Amy rolled over on her side to face him, still smiling. "No, I meant it in a good way; I love it," she told him. "Yeah, but I... it's just that..." Jim paused for a few moments to collect his thoughts, then said "Aren't you worried that this is happening a little too fast?" "No," she said without hesitation. "How long have we thought about this -- seven... eight years? That's not sudden." Jim turned to face his sister. His eyes moved to her breasts. He began rubbing her right nipple with his thumb as he watched the look of pleasure on her face. "I just worry that if we let it go too far it could do more damage in the long run than how good it is," he told her. "I know what you mean, but we love each-other too much to allow that to happen. We've always been good at telling each other what's on our minds, so we have a good foundation. We're already best friends -- this just seems natural to me. Besides, what's going too far?" She gave her brother a teasing smile and waited for his answer. "Well... you know," he said, afraid to say it out loud. Amy raised up on her elbow and kissed her brother's cheek. She could feel her tingling nipples rub against the hair on her chest and she pressed her breasts harder against him. "You mean if you were to fuck your horny sister?" she breathed into his ear. Jim's hard shaft twitched at his sister's salty talk and he put his arms around her and drug his nails lightly up her spine. She moaned and her body tensed for a moment. "God... Jim... I think I just came a little when you did that," she moaned. "Wow... really?" he said as he stroked her sensitive back. "Turn the light out and hold me while I fall asleep," she said as she moved against him. "I need to feel you against me and your arms around me." Jim reached for the light on the night stand and switched it off. In the darkness, all he was aware of was the feeling of his beautiful sister lying across his chest as he held her and the love he felt for her. ### Jim woke up before Amy the next morning. She was sleeping peacefully, her head on his shoulder and her soft hair covering part of his chest. Almost immediately his cock stiffened and rose, pushing up at his boxers. Jim smiled, concentrating on how Amy's breasts felt pressed to him and how soft her skin was as he gently ran his hand over her back. After a minute she stirred and smiled, looking at him through half-closed eyes. "Mmmm... I want to wake up like this every morning from now on," she said, still sounding groggy. "Me too," Jim said. "If only we could." He kissed her cheek and slid his hand over her firm ass through her panties, then gave it a squeeze. "You've never felt my ass before," she remarked. "You're getting bolder -- I like it." "There's lots of places I've never touched you," he said and gave her a lusty grin. "I know how to change that," she said. "Me too," he said as he grabbed her ass harder. "No -- I meant if we took a shower together." His sister's suggestion thrilled Jim, but it also made him uneasy. He shrugged, avoiding her eyes for a few seconds. Amy sensed her brother's reluctance and wanted to put him at ease. She also wanted to see him naked -- feel him -- and feel his hands on her everywhere, stroking and probing. She kissed his cheek and slid her leg between his so her wet pussy was pressed to his thigh. She pushed down on him, feeling her clit throb and his hairy leg rub against her soft skin. "Wouldn't that be fun?" she whispered into his ear. "You running your soapy hands all over my body." Jim let out a soft moan and bent his leg slightly, grinding his thigh harder against her wet pussy as he held her tighter atop him. "Wouldn't you rather feel my pussy than rub your leg against it? I'm so wet right now... you could just slide your finger in me and feel me squeeze it. Unless... you felt like bending me over and fucking me hard," she cooed. Jim was almost dizzy with arousal as he listened to his sister talk dirty to him. His fingertips sank into her firm ass meat and he moved his hips, feeling his hard shaft rub over her hip. "God... Amy... you drive me wild," he moaned. "That's what you do to me, Little Brother," she told him as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I bet you can feel how wet my pussy is through my panties." "Yeah..." he sighed. "It feels wet... hot... soft." "Do you want to feel how tight it is too?" she asked as she rubbed harder over his thigh. "God, Amy... I want to," her brother moaned. Amy rolled over on her back. She reached down and slid her panties off. With a grin she tossed them over her brother, onto the floor beside his jeans. Then she tugged the covers down to her knees, smiling up at him. Jim sat up, and or the first time ran his eyes over the body he had desired for years, yet knew he was forbidden to even see like this. His eyes lingered on the thin strip of dark hair above his sister's wet folds. When she bent her left leg and parted her thighs he could see her pink lips, glistening with her juice. His tongue ran over his bottom lip and he wondered how she tasted. "Go ahead, Little Brother... I'm all yours," she said. Jim placed his hand on his sister's right knee and ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh. Her skin was soft and warm and he stopped inches before her wet petals and gave her inner thigh a squeeze. Then he ran his fingernails back down towards her knee. Amy moaned and arched her back, thrusting her round breasts upwards. She pinched a nipple between her fingers and gave it a tug. "Don't tease me, Jim... shit...," she said through clenched teeth. Jim bent down and kissed his sister's rosy cheek. "I love you," he said as he began rubbing her throbbing clit and spreading her juice over her lips. "God... I love you too, Little Brother," she gasped. "Fuck, that feels so good... play with my juicy pussy. Feel how wet you make me." Jim could feel Amy's dripping pussy grip his finger tighter as he began working it in and out. She lifted up from the bed to meet his probing and twisted her hips as her moans got louder. Her eyes were closed and she was sucking on her bottom lip and squeezing her right breast. Love on the Tracks "God, you're beautiful," he said as he kissed her cheek again and pressed his thumb to her clit. When Amy felt her brother remove his hand from her wet mound she opened her eyes with disappointment. Then she gave a faint cry of surprise as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him. He knelt on the floor and slung her legs over his shoulders, holding onto her ass tightly. When his tongue slid up her wet pussy she cried out again, grabbing fistfuls of the sheet beneath her and arching her back. "Oh fuck... god, Little Brother... yes, lick my tight cunt..." she moaned. Jim spread his sister's lips apart and swirled his tongue around her pink pearl, breathing in her musky scent. He sucked on her clit as he slid a finger in her and began pumping. Her juice was beginning to run down his chin and he could tell she was getting close very quickly. He pinched her clit between his wet lips and tugged, then sucked harder as his finger continued to pump inside her. As she squeezed his finger harder he wiggled it inside her and pushed up on her G-spot, rubbing it hard until she lifted her hips, moaning louder. When her cries of pleasure grew louder he shoved his tongue deep in her, pressing his nose to her clit and moaning to make his tongue vibrate. He could feel her gripping him inside her him as she rubbed her wet lips over his mouth. A minute later she came in a series of moans and cries, writhing on the bed and calling out her brother's name. Amy collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard as the last quakes of her orgasm rippled through her trembling body. The sheet she was on was damp and she could feel her juices running down to her ass. When she opened her eyes she saw Jim crouched between her open thighs and smiling. His mouth was shiny wet with her juice and he was licking his lips. "God, Little Brother... you're amazing," she said in a ragged voice. "So are you," he said as he slid closer and stroked her thighs. When Amy sat up and saw the tent in her brother's boxers she grinned, then gently rubbed her foot over his shaft. Even touching him there in that way felt exciting and taboo to her, but she wanted more. "Stand up," she said. Jim stood up and watched as his sister pulled his boxers down to his knees. His cock swelled some more and rose until it was aimed at her parted lips. She licked them, then wrapped them around the head of his cock. Sucking hard and giving the base of his shaft a squeeze she slid her mouth down. Jim moaned and ran his fingers through her hair and moved his hips, pushing his cock towards the back of her throat. She moaned and began working her mouth over his shaft. "Oh god, Amy... that feels so good," he moaned as he held onto her head. His sister slid her mouth off of his throbbing shaft and smiled up at him. Still holding his cock in her hand, she gave it a few slow strokes. Then she ran her tongue down to his full balls and back up to the head to flick it over the tip. She could feel his pulse as she gripped him. "Cum in my mouth... I want to taste you," she said. When Jim felt her hot, wet mouth envelop him again he moaned and thrust his hips. She let out moans of encouragement and sucked harder. He began pumping, fucking his sister's mouth as she held his hips. Jim looked down, watching his wet cock slide in and out of Amy's mouth and listening to her moan and suck. She began playing with her right nipple and this excited him even more. He pulled at her hair as he pushed his cock deep in her. When he knew he couldn't hold off any longer Jim let out a loud moan and a final thrust as his cock erupted in his sister's hot mouth. She gripped the base of his meat and sucked harder until he began to soften, then slowly slid her tight lips towards the head, hoping to milk the last bit of his cum from him. Jim sat down on the bed beside his sister, panting and smiling at her. He put his arms around her to pull her to him so he could kiss her pink cheek. "That was the wildest thing that's ever happened to me. Thanks... god... I love you, Amy," he said. Amy smiled at her brother and rested her head on his shoulder. "You can't imagine how many times I've thought about doing that to you," she said as she ran her hand over his left thigh. Then she looked up at him. "So, how about that shower?" she said. "I think we both could use one after that." Her brother laughed as he stood up. "Yeah, but I can't promise that you won't need another one before I leave," he said. "Mmmm... promise me that I will," she breathed. The hot water of the shower felt good as it washed over Jim, but it did not even begin to compare to how wonderful it was to run his soapy hands over his sister's naked body after yearning to for so many years. He pressed himself to her firm ass and ran his hands up her stomach to her full breasts. He caressed them, then pinched her thick nipples as he kissed her neck. When he felt her reach behind to fondle his balls he moved his hips, rubbing them into her palm. "I can't get over how beautiful you are," he said and kissed her cheek. "Thanks," Amy replied. "I guess it runs in the family. I've always thought you were really hot; I was just scared to do anything." "I know the feeling," her brother replied. He slid his hand down her exquisite body and cupped her mound. The heel of his hand rubbed against her clit and when she moaned he pushed harder, rotating his wrist. Amy reached for the tap and turned the water off. "Come on, let's get out of here," she said. The siblings watched one another as they dried off. Both of them still slightly overwhelmed by what was happening between them. After so many years of hiding their feelings and thinking that they would never become lovers it was hard to believe that it had finally transpired. Amy's eyes ran down her brother's damp body to his cock. Her clit began to pulse as she thought that soon he would be hard again. She reached out and cupped his balls, smiling at him. "You know, next time, I'm going to want this somewhere other than my mouth," she told him with a wanton grin. Jim tossed his towel onto the counter and placed his hands on her hips. He moved her closer until her hard nipples grazed his chest. "Are you sure, Amy?" he said. "I want that too; I have for years. But maybe we should draw the line at that." His sister released his sac and slid her arms around his waist, tugging him closer. "I have no line with you, Jim," she said. "I decided that years ago, but was just too nervous to act on it." "I feel the same. I just want to be perfectly sure you won't regret it," he said. "My only regret with you is not jumping on you years ago," she said and laughed. "And that will be my only one." "Same here," he told her. "But now we get to make up for lost time." "Let's go get some breakfast," she said. "We're going to need the energy." Amy held her brother's hand and lead him out of the bathroom, but when she felt him tug at her she stopped and turned. "Don't you want to put something on?" he asked. Amy gave her head a shake. "The only thing I want on me is your cum," she said. "Why -- don't you want me naked?" Jim laughed. "Yes, all the time," he said. Amy turned and she and her brother went to the kitchen. Neither were very hungry, but they sat down and had some cereal and juice. Later, when Jim got up to put his dishes in the sink Amy followed him with her eyes. Her clit jumped when she noticed he had the beginning of an erection. Wearing only a grin, she got up and stood beside him at the sink. She reached down and ran her palm along the underside of his shaft to the head. Jim let out a quiet moan and cupped his sister's left breast in his hand. He pushed up on it and bent down to flick his tongue over her thick nipple. He squeezed her mound harder, sinking his fingertips into it and began to suck and tug at her hard nub with his tight lips. "Oh... yeah... suck on them, Jim," his sister purred. She ran her fingers up the nape of his neck and held his head to her breast as she played with his hair. When she felt his shaft rub over her pink lips she looked down and smiled, then held it in her hand. She pushed it up to her hard clit and rocked her hips. Soon she felt him getting harder and thicker. By then she was more than wet enough to take him. "God, I love your tits," her brother said. He looked up and smiled, still kneading her firm breasts. "You can fuck them if you want, but there's somewhere else I want this first." She gave his shaft another squeeze as she spoke, feeling it throb in her hot hand. "Mmmm... that sounds good to me," he said with a grin as he began to pump his hard cock into her fist. "I've wanted this for years, Amy." "Me too," she sighed. "Then now's the time," her brother said. Jim kissed her cheek and held his sister's hand as they walked towards her bedroom. He got on to her bed and pulled her down beside him. His hand ran down her side to her hip as he moved her onto her back. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," she told him. Amy bent her knees and parted her soft thighs as she reached out to her brother. She held his muscular arms tight as he moved between her legs. She watched the head of his shaft move closer to her soft, wet folds as she curled her legs around his. When he pushed into her she moaned and lifted her ass up to meet his thrust, then squeezed his shaft as it stretched and filled her for the first time. "Fuck me, Little Brother," she said as her nails dig into his shoulder. "I've needed you for so long." Jim began moving his hips, thrusting his thick shaft in and out of his sister's dripping pussy. He looked down into her eyes and smiled. He kissed her forehead and began moving faster, watching her breasts jiggle. "Mmmm... you feel so good," he said. "I love you, Ms. Right." "I love you too, Mr. Right," she replied as she pushed back at him, matching his rhythm. Amy clutched at his shoulders, feeling him pumping in her and knocking against her throbbing clit with each deep thrust. His weight on her, pushing her into the bed, felt good and she hugged him tight. "Harder, Little Brother... fuck your horny sister... show me what you've thought about doing to me all these years." Jim's heavy breathing matched Amy's as he continued working his slick shaft in her tight pussy. He looked down, watching himself slide in and out of her, then at the look on pleasure on her pretty face. He had never felt more love for her than at that moment. "I'm so close, Amy..." he groaned. "Cum on me... shoot your cum all over me, Jim... I want to see it running down my body," she said in a ragged voice. Jim pulled out from his sister's soaked pussy and straddled her. He began stroking his cock as she looked up watching him and running her hands over his thighs. He came with a loud groan, shooting a stream of cum over her breasts. A second smaller rope landed on her quivering stomach. He kept pumping his tool in his hand until he felt it begin to soften. He wiped the last drop running from his slit on to her stomach then lay down beside Amy. He smiled at her and shifted his eyes to the puddles of his cum on her breasts. "Finally... my brother's cum on my tits," she said as she began spreading his jism over her hard nipples. Jim slid closer and rested his arm across her stomach. "You look so sexy," he said. "I don't want this day to end." Amy turned on her side and looked into his eyes. "We have all of today and tonight, until we have to go to work tomorrow morning," she reminded him. Jim put his arm around her and pulled her to him. She laid her head on his chest, dragging her fingers up and down the trail of hair leading to his spent cock. The siblings, now lovers too, stayed like that for close to ten minutes. No words were shared or needed to be. After a while, Jim said what was on his mind. "Try to promise me something, Amy, if you can and want to," he said. "What?" she asked with curiosity. "That no matter what -- no matter who we might meet or even if we get married -- that you won't close the door to this part of our relationship," he said. Amy's eyes widened in surprise. She paused, thinking, then smiled. "You mean that we still sneak off somewhere once in a while and get it on?" she said. "Exactly," her brother said. "I know it's asking a lot, Amy. But I can't ever see me not wanting you in that way -- regardless of who else might be in my life. Hell, I know I could love another woman like I do you." "I know," she said with a sigh. "I've thought the same about you, even before this weekend." She paused a few moments as her eyes darted about, then returned to his face. "Yes," she said emphatically. "You've got yourself a deal, Little Brother. I promise -- lovers forever." "Lovers forever," her brother echoed. Amy leaned in to her brother. At first her moist lips just brushed over his mouth. Then they each parted their lips and softly pressed their mouths together. Jim felt her tongue darting over him and he sucked and tugged at her bottom lip as he rolled her over on to her back. The sun was high in the sky. Jim and Amy had the rest of the day and that night to be together in bed. But more importantly, they knew they also had the rest of their lives ahead of them as lovers.