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Luke and Amy Ch. 02

By: GoodyGoodyTwoShoes



Author's note: I considered breaking this story up into two separate chapters because of the length. But, I decided against it. It's a bit of a marathon, so buckle yourself in and enjoy.

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Amy's alarm clock blared its annoying buzz at a quarter to six, waking her from a blissful post-coital sleep. She stretched her body over her brother and fumbled with the clock. After turning it off, she collapsed back into her pillow. 

She and her brother were still nude from the incestuous fuck session they shared the night before. After a small bit of pillow talk, they drifted off to dream land in each other's arms. 

Amy stayed quiet for a few minutes, looking at her sleeping brother and thinking about the night's events.

She wasn't at all ashamed about what happened. She loved him dearly. There was nothing to regret. It was a decision that they both made and Luke even gave her the chance to back out before it happened. She smiled to herself as her fingertip trailed along his collarbone. She knew last night was just the beginning. They had a month together and would make the most of it, starting today.

Amy gently climbed up, straddled her brother, and lightly kissed all over his face as she whispered, "Wake up sleepy head. Wake up," over and over until he stirred.

Luke blinked his tired eyes open and Amy sat up on his lap. He was greeted with her perfect naked form and her glorious breasts as he awoke.

"Hey, Squirt," Luke greeted, with grogginess in his voice. He smiled as his cock began to stir already.

"Hey, you." Amy grinned back. "Are you ready for another fun day?"

Her brother wrapped his arms around her and sat up, holding her close. Her generous bosom pressed against the top of his chest.

"You know I am. Are you really going to skip school today?"

His sister nodded with a smile painted on her lips. "Yes I am. Unless, you don't want me to," she teased him as she rocked lightly on his hardening shaft.

"What's your plan to make it happen?" he asked as his mouth made its way to her tits, kissing and nibbling on her flesh.

Amy dropped her head back and whimpered at the sensations of his mouth on her before she spoke. Her fingers trailed through his soft short brown hair. "Well, I have to dress for school and leave at seven. I was thinking, maybe we tell Mom and Dad that you want to borrow my car today, so you will drop me off at school."

"Sounds good to me," Luke mumbled into her skin.

"They should both leave for work by eight. After that, we come back here and have our fun. Mom will get home around four, probably." Amy moaned softly as his mouth found her sensitive nipple and he sucked it between his teeth.

Luke gripped her ass with one hand and squeezed it hard. He let go of her nipple to look up at her. "So, I get to fuck my baby sister for eight hours today. That sounds fantastic." His member returned to full hard as she grinded on his lap.

Amy giggled. "Yes, I wonder how many times we will be able to cum. I bet it'll be a record for the both of us."

"We should keep tally marks on your body," Luke said, and then bit her left nipple.

His sister sealed her lips and squealed as she writhed on his lap. She waited until he pulled back before speaking. "I love that idea. It will be like we are playing a game or something." Amy gently tugged her brother's head back by his hair, and then dropped a kiss on his lips. "I'm going to go hop in the shower. Are you going to go after me?"

"I wish I could go with you, but I guess that will have to wait," Luke said, and then pecked her lips again.

"You'll get that later." Amy winked, and then slid out of his embrace. 

Her feet touched the carpet and she bent over. Her mouth swallowed her brother's erection completely. She mashed her pretty face down into his pelvis. Her slippery tongue pressed hard against his flesh. Amy sucked back up quickly, rocking her head side to side on the way.

"You'll get that later too," she giggled, and then scurried around the air mattress on the floor, making her way to the bathroom.

They mercifully ended their shenanigans before their parents awoke downstairs.

Luke shook his head. "You're such a tease."

"It's only a tease if you didn't get anything. You got plenty last night, and trust me, my dear brother, you'll get way more than that," she said and then closed the bathroom door.

Luke smiled as his head hit the pillows again. He heard Amy start the water for her shower. He was filled with excitement for the days and weeks that lay ahead. 

Luke thought for a moment about getting breakfast. But, he couldn't in such a state. He thought about spring training, and the fact that the Cubs were not likely to win the World Series for the near future. He was lying in Amy's mostly dried, but still slightly damp staining juices.

Inside the bathroom, Amy shampooed and conditioned her long brown hair and she cleansed her body of the sex the night before. Amy scrubbed at the ink on her calf. It was where her brother had her admit that she wanted him to fuck her. It mostly came off, but there was still a trace of it left.

She wanted to be soft and smooth for him. She quickly shaved her legs, armpits, and her pussy bare. She finished her shower and wrapped herself in a pink bathrobe and her hair in a towel. 

Amy opened the bathroom door and smiled at him. "It's all yours in there."

"Did you save me some hot water?" he teased her.

"Yes," Amy replied, rolling her eyes. "I was only in there like fifteen minutes. Not my usual half an hour."

Luke got up from her bed and collected the articles of clothes that were spread around the room. He tossed them in the hamper before meeting her in the bathroom.

Amy looked over at him as she brushed her teeth. She couldn't stifle a giggle at the sight of his wobbling balls. Luke chuckled softly as her toothpaste frothed down her chin. He slid into the shower a moment later.

Amy rinsed out her mouth and then washed her face. She squatted down to get her blow dryer out the cabinet, and then plugged it in.

"Jeez, do you have anything that's not girly in here?" Luke asked from behind the curtain.

"Hmm... well, I am a girl, so doesn't that sort of explain itself?" Amy laughed as she towel dried her hair.  "It's not that bad, I don't like flowery things, the soap smells like soap. You're not an Axe man are you?"

"No, I'm an Old Spice guy," Luke replied, soaping himself up.

"Well, you're hard to please. We can stop by the store while we are waiting to come back home," Amy chortled, and then began blow drying her hair.

"I just know what I like!" her brother protested loud enough for her to hear over the hair dryer.

"Can you even buy that stuff over there?" Amy asked and then flipped her head down, drying the underside of her hair.

"Yeah, but I just order it online.  It's easier that way."

Amy laughed. "You're needy."

Luke pulled back the shower curtain, with his hair still full of shampoo. "Well, you're a slut in bed."

She straightened herself back up and looked into his blue eyes. She clicked off the dryer so he could hear her clearly. "I find that term endearing, so thank you, Luke. I am a slut in bed and you like me that way." She grinned, nibbling her lip as she awaited his response.

"You got that right. I love you that way. I love how dirty you talk." He smiled, and then closed the curtain and rinsed his hair.

Luke finished his shower as Amy dried her hair. Her brother toweled off and she parted her brunette mane for pigtail French braids.

Luke went back to her room and fished a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt out of his luggage. He was elated when he found his toothbrush. He went back to the bathroom, where his sister was still braiding her hair and playfully pushed her over before brushing his teeth.

"Some things never change, do they?" She sighed with her hands tied up in a braid.

Luke smiled through his whitening toothpaste. 

Amy finished braiding, and then tied blue ribbons into the ends of her hair. They nearly perfectly matched the color of her eyes.

She left the bathroom and went to her closet. She pulled out all the necessary garments for her school uniform and laid them out on her bed. 

Amy slipped into her silk, pink, high cut bikini panties and tied the sides in bows. The panties matched the ones she wore in one of the pictures her brother stumbled upon. She thought he would like the surprise. She quickly put her blue and green, plaid, knee length skirt on over it in case he came out of the bathroom before she was done getting ready.

Amy leaned forward, setting her large breasts into a matching pink, square cupped, silk bra. It had a pink ribbon weaved in along the cups. She tied a duplicate bow with ribbon between her tits that matched the ones on her hips. Her breasts were propped up even better than her tight young, gravity defying body held them.

Luke came out of the bathroom and Amy threw her white collared shirt on over herself before he could see. She turned back to him as she buttoned the top buttons.

"I didn't tell you yesterday, but you make that uniform look amazing," Luke said with a grin, stepping into a pair of gray boxer briefs.

"Really?" Amy smiled as she tied her blue and green striped tie. "It's just what I have to wear every day. It doesn't seem that special to me."

"God yes. I want to fuck you while you wear it. I want to pull your skirt up and fuck you from behind," Luke replied devilishly, and then put his jeans on.

His sister shivered. "I would very much love that."

She pulled the dark blue sweater vest up over her head and smoothed it out on her stomach. Then, she found her rectangular framed glasses on the nightstand and slid them on her face.

Luke put his t-shirt on and watched as his sister sat on the bed and put her white knee highs on. Tassels dangled from the outside of her legs, just below her knees. He missed finding out what panties and bra she had on, but he liked the suspense of finding out soon enough. Amy slipped black Mary Janes onto her feet, and then made her bed.

Her brother's eyes continued focusing on her as he rubbed through the scruff on his face. His mind was preoccupied but he made a mental note to buy razors at the store. 

Amy finished making her bed, and then walked over to her brother. She dropped the last kiss on his lips that she would be able to give for the time being. She loved how his lips felt against hers. Her tongue gently glided over his lips and pushed into his mouth before she pulled away with a wicked smile, rejecting his lips that attempted to suckle her tongue.

"You're a tease," Luke groaned. He wanted to push her down on the bed and make love to her right now, or at least make out with her and feel her body underneath his hands.

"As I said, it's not a tease if you get something later. Call it a cliffhanger." Amy winked, and then headed out of her room.

Luke shook his head and sighed. He followed her downstairs.

Phil, his father, was sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee. His mother, Kathryn, was busy starting the daily crossword and sinking her teeth into a toasted bagel.

He watched as Amy kissed her dad's cheek as she said good morning with the lips that were wrapped around his erection the night before and just moments ago. Then, she did the same to her mother. It made his member twitch beneath his clothes. Luke also felt a twinge of frost in his stomach, finding it both erotic and too dirty for his own mind to comprehend. 

His sister brushed by him at the entrance to the dining room and she smiled to herself. Then, she made a bowl of off-brand honey toasted oats at the counter.

Luke came up behind her as she poured the cereal. With their parents out of view in the dining room, he wrapped his arm around her stomach and grinded his crotch against her skirt covered ass. Amy bit her lip and rolled her hips back against him for several moments, feeling him grow again beneath his jeans. Her skirt gathered up around her bum as her brother dry humped her in the kitchen.

"In a little over an hour I'm going to fuck you right here," Luke whispered in her ear.

His sister nuzzled her head against him as he lightly kissed her ear. She wanted so say something, she wanted to moan. It made her grow warm between her thighs doing this with their parents so close. Her brother's soft kisses moved down to her neck and he licked beneath the collar of her shirt.

Luke backed away and left his sister breathing a little harder than normal.

She turned to him and they both shared a wicked grin before she spoke. "Do you want cereal?"

"Sure," he replied casually. He reached down to adjust his package.

Amy watched him and she giggled before reaching in the cabinet for another bowl. They both brought their cereal to the dining room and sat down with their parents.

"What are your plans for the day, Luke?" his father asked.

Amy ate a spoonful of cereal as she squirmed in excitement. Hopefully, it wasn't noticeable to anyone but her brother.

He finished chewing before answering. "I wanted to go around the city and maybe see if any of my old friends from high-school are around. Amy said I could borrow her car today."

"Aren't you just a doll to your big brother?" Kathryn asked with a smile.

"I do my best, Mom." Amy replied and then took another spoonful.

"I'll drop her off, go exploring, and then pick her up at school. You guys still get out at two-thirty, right?" Luke locked eyes with his sister across the table.

She nodded a response as the cereal crunched between her teeth.

Both Luke and Amy finished their breakfast. Luke took her bowl for her and rinsed it in the sink, and then put it in the dishwasher. Amy gathered up her book bag from the front room and put it over one shoulder.

She returned to the kitchen and squatted down to pet Penny. She kissed the yellow lab's head, and then went to the dining room.

"I'll see you later. I love you guys." Amy said with a smile.

"Love you too, Amy," her mother and father replied in unison.

Amy pulled her car keys from her backpack and handed them to Luke. They went out the front door and down the few stairs that led to the side walk. Luke tickled the palm of her hand as they made their way to her dark green Honda Accord that was parked on the street. The car was her mother's, handed down to her when she was sixteen.

Luke clicked the remote and unlocked the doors for them. They slid in and both of them buckled their seatbelts. 

Her brother looked over at her as he started up the car. "You should call Kristy, or text her. Tell her you're ditching school to hang out with your brother all day, but to keep it a secret or something like that."

"You're right. Or else she might be wondering where I am. I always tell her if I'm sick," Amy said and then pulled her phone from her bag. Her thumbs went to work typing a text message. "She will totally understand me skipping to be with you."

Luke smiled as he drove down the familiar streets he grew up on. "You should tell her that you're skipping to fuck me," he chuckled.

Amy playfully punched his arm. "Oh yeah, that'll go over great. Our cover will officially be blown." 

They shared an intense glance as she finished sending her text message. Kristy replied immediately.

"Damn she's fast," Luke said.

Amy chortled. "She said, 'Awesome! Have fun! I'll tell everyone you're out sick. I'll get you your homework. Give me a call later so we can meet up to get the prom flyers and tickets done.'"

"That's if I can get you away from me long enough for you to meet up with her," Luke said with a wink. 

His hand found her knee and pushed her skirt up her thigh as he drove and she typed a quick reply to her best friend.

His sister opened her legs for him. "I think we may have to stop fucking some times while you're here," she giggled. 

"I would be okay if we didn't have to." Luke grinned, letting his fingers trail up and down her inner thigh.

"Me too. Too bad Mom and Dad don't have a vacation planned or anything." Amy whimpered as her brother's fingertips grazed over her silk panties before coming back down again.

"Well, we can't win everything. You may have to skip school a few more times though."

"I'll see what I can do. I believe I can have three absences this semester and still be excused from finals." Amy gently trailed her fingers along his forearm as he touched her.

Luke continued the same tease up and down her flesh, just barely touching her panties with each stroke before coming back down to her knee. "What am I going to do with you? My baby sister is volunteering to play hooky only to have her brother's cock inside of her all day." 

Luke turned to her and grinned. He stopped at the light and kissed his sister's soft lips. It was his chance to bait her.  He pulled back just as his tongue entered into her mouth.

Amy bit her lip as he took off from the stop light. "You can bend me over your lap and spank me for being a naughty little girl," she said softly in a very girly tone of voice.

Luke pushed the pads of his fingers into her slit through her thin silk panties, gathering her nectar on the fabric.

"Also, don't forget about spring break. We should do something fun."

"Now that sounds like a perfect plan." Luke's fingers traced up and down her pussy slit a few times beneath her panties, causing them to stain with her fluids. Then, his hand disappeared again.

Amy whimpered at his touch and her nipples swelled under her clothing. She wanted to just grab his hand and shove it in her panties, but she loved how he was teasing her and building her arousal.

"There is a pharmacy about two blocks away from the school. Do you want to stop in there?"

"Sounds good," Luke replied.

The torturous tease continued until they arrived at the pharmacy. Amy decided to stay in the car and wait for him to return in case any of her classmates were inside. 

Luke picked up shampoo, razors, shaving cream, Old Spice body wash, lube, and a special surprise for his sister from the same aisle. 

He checked out and went back to the car. He put a bow on top of the gift and stuffed it back in the bag.

He dropped the bag in Amy's lap and she noticed the razors immediately. "You're going to shave? I love your scruff and I think you'd look so handsome with a beard. I love how it feels between my tits and against my thighs."

"It'll grow back, Squirt. But, maybe you're right. I might let it grow out a bit. Also, keep looking in there, there's a present for you," he said with a wink.

Amy peeked in the bag again. "I see lube. I assume that's for later. Good thing you got it because I don't have any."

"Keep looking," Luke said as he left the parking lot.

Amy dug around, moving the shampoo bottle and body wash. She pulled out a vibrating cock ring inside a pink box with a green bow on top. "Oh, this looks like fun."

Luke looked over and smiled. "What do you think?"

His sister read the box. "I've never used anything like this before. I'm guessing you put it on the base of your cock and it vibrates. Am I right?"

"You got it. It makes my cock keep the blood in it so I get really thick. Also, it will vibrate my cock inside of you, which feels good for the both of us. The little notch on there, you see in the picture, that's where the vibrator is, and well, more pleasure for you."

Amy shivered and rubbed her thighs together. "Oh my goodness! That sounds fucking fantastic!"

Luke and Amy shared a smile. They continued to drive around, back towards the house. They wasted time until a bit past eight o'clock. 

It was Amy's turn to tease him. Her hand rubbed along his thigh and scratched his balls through his jeans. She cupped his package, and then tickled down his leg. 


Luke and Amy Ch. 02



Luke grew hard again as he drove. Her fingers curled around his cock against his thigh, gently stroking it. Then, she moved to his balls. Finally, back to his erection, taking her time switching back and forth.

"We need to call the school and tell them that I'm sick," Amy said as she leaned over to his seat more and slipped her hand inside his jeans.

"Why? Do they really call your parents if you're absent now?" he stammered as her fingertips glided over his shaft.

"Yeah they do. They also e-mail them." Amy rolled her eyes.  "You should call and be Dad."

Luke raised a brow and looked over at her as he rolled to another stop. He shifted in his seat, giving her better access.

"Oh come on. I bet you did that shit all the time," Amy chuckled, fondling his manhood.

"Well, actually no, it's hard to be your own dad when you're in high school. I did it for Leonard once though."

"That's doing it!" Amy protested. "Pull over in this neighborhood, just get it over with."

Amy kept her hand in his pants as she found the number in her phone. Her fingers purposely fumbled around as Luke turned and parked on a side street.

"Alright, Luke you ready?"

"Yeah, okay," Luke said, and then took the phone from her hand. "So, I shouldn't say I'm spending a day inside you, should I?"

Amy's cheeks flared bright pink and her hand squeezed his member before slipping away.

"Yes! Amy's taking a fucking day," she gasped. "She came down with a fever that only her brother can fix."

Luke rolled his eyes and laughed. "You're too cute." He hit send on the call and let it ring against his ear.

Amy grinned as she sat up on her knees facing him from her seat. She looked over her shoulder for people walking by, and then took his hand and ran it over the curve of her breasts.

Luke looked into her eyes as his fingers squeezed her cleavage. He cleared his throat. "Hello. Yes this is Phillip Davenport. Amy Davenport is a senior, and this is her father."

Amy pulled her sweater up a bit and pushed his hand beneath it. She bit her lip as her nipples swelled again. There was a short pause on the phone. Luke trailed his fingers along the outline of her bra through her blouse.

"Yes Ma'am. She's going to be out today," he continued, talking in a more baritone voice than usual. He pinched the cup of her bra and pulled her closer to him. He looked deep into his sisters lust filled eyes as he spoke to the health office secretary, "Amy has a stomach virus. She should be back on Monday."

Amy rubbed her thighs together. She was scared to breathe for fear of moaning from the arousal bubbling over in her body. Her brother's fingers snaked between the buttons of her shirt and tickled her cleavage.

"Thank you. What was your name again?" He cheerfully talked into the phone. "Yes, thank you Misses Carmichael. You have a great day too."

Amy watched his thumb hang up the call and then pounced on him, kissing him fiercely. She let out her pent up moan into his mouth and her hand returned to his crotch. Then, she pulled away and settled back into her seat. She smiled and let out a gasp of air as she put her pigtails back in place on her shoulder.

Luke's stiffened cock ached for her. "You naughty tease."

"I have make you want me don't I?" She giggled as he started the car back up.

"I already want you, Amy," he said as he rejoined the main road back to the house. "I don't think I'll ever not want you after last night."

They shared a grin and Amy's hand returned to his thigh and traveled upward. Luke took time, taking detoured routes until they were near their neighborhood.

Finally, it was eight and Luke headed back to the house. When they arrived, both of their parents' cars were gone. 

They hurried to get out of the car and raced up to the door. Amy looked over next door, making sure the elderly neighbor, whose snow her family shovels, wasn't looking out her window. She was nosy, but a sweet old lady. Amy always figured she had nothing better to do.

Luke opened the door and they almost fell inside, fighting to be the first one in. Amy won and giggled as he closed and locked the door.

Luke called out to just make sure no one was home. His voice echoed but Penny came running.

Amy kneeled down and gave her some doggie love, ruffling her ears and roughly petting her neck. "Don't tell Mom and Dad about anything you see today."

Penny gave her a big doggie grin in response as she got her fix of loving.

Amy popped back up and stepped in front of her brother. She lightly pinned him against the wall and kissed his ear. She spoke in a sultry whisper, "Where shall we start, big brother?"

Luke's hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her body against him. "You pick this round," he replied, turning his face to find her lips.

Amy smiled a bright smile and took his hand, leading him to her father's recliner. It was burgundy leather, matching the rest of the living room set.

He took a seat and she climbed up onto his lap, spreading her knees over his thighs. Amy pressed her lips against him hard, starving to taste his sinful kiss again. Luke's fingers sank into the flesh of her ass and hip, pulling her onto his body. He devoured her mouth, probing his tongue into her orifice, tasting it from every angle.

His sister's hands slipped down his chest and under his shirt. It gathered at her wrist as her fingers felt the muscles in his body, slowly working up to his nipples. Luke shook his shirt off of his arms, dropping it behind the chair.

Amy leaned down on him as their tongues tangled together. The recliner rocked back almost horizontally. She jumped and squealed and Luke held her tighter. She giggled at herself for the reaction as the pads of her fingers circled his nipples.

"You're still just a big scaredy cat aren't you?" Luke asked between kisses.

Amy gasped and pulled back from him. "Hey! You're still just a big bully aren't you?" She pinched both of his hard nipples.

"I was never a bully, especially to you." Luke's hand pushed up her skirt. He took her panty clad butt cheek into his palm with a strong grip.

"Maybe not a bully," Amy said as she lightly twisted his nipples. "But, you always teased me growing up."

"Yeah, well that's what big brothers do," he winced louder than the pain really caused.

"Big brothers don't fuck their baby sisters though," she muttered as she slid down his lap. Her teeth latched onto his nipple. She bit down hard, but quickly let up the pressure and flicked his sensitive flesh with her tongue.

Luke groaned, "They would if they had a secret slut little sister like I do." His cock ached to be released from its confinements, pressing hard against his pants.

Amy unlocked her teeth and dragged her wet tongue around his bumpy areola. "Secret slut. I like that term," she mumbled onto his chest, and then suckled his other nipple between her lips.

He brother smacked her butt through her panties and she squealed.

"You're my dirty little Squirt." He spanked her with each word and she rocked against his lap. "Aren't you, Amy?"

"Yes, I am," she moaned. "Your baby sister is your toy." Her tongue took a long lap over his chest, to his neck, and along his jaw.

"Yes, you are." He squeezed her lush tush and pulled her lips to his by her pigtail.

Amy's body slid back up and she hurried to unzip his jeans. She lifted up and pushed them down just enough to pull out his needy erection. Then, his sister settled back on his lap and wrapped her hand around his hot, hard flesh. Her lips never left his.

Her bother moaned into her agape mouth. He tugged at the soft fabric of her panties he still had yet to see. Amy's hand was hidden between their bodies as she stroked him with slight pressure. He pushed and pulled her hips along his thighs. Amy's fist gripped a shade harder as it came over his head and loosened as it came down.

"I'm going to make you cum so much in the next month. Your balls will never be full," Amy mumbled between kisses. "How shall we start?"

Luke nuzzled his nose with hers as the kiss broke. "You pick." He licked Amy's pouty lips as his cock throbbed in her hand.

Amy rocked the recliner back upright, holding onto the armrests. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment, biting her lip, making it appear as if she was thinking. She already knew what she was going to do. She had been thinking about it all morning.

Luke's hands loosened on her body as she slid down his thighs and over his knees. Her skirt fluttered down his legs until his sister sat up on her knees on the floor.

Amy kept a coy smile on her lips as she sat up and pulled Luke's jeans and boxers down, humming a playful tune. He kicked his pants and shoes off and she pushed them to the side. His waiting erection hung in the air.

He watched with needy eyes as Amy pulled her sweater vest over her head. Her braids plopped back down onto her shoulders.

Amy pushed her glasses back on her nose after dropping her sweater behind her. "Do you want a naughty school girl to suck your cock?" she asked in a sweet girly tone.

Luke's entire being trembled with anticipation. "Yes, yes I do," he stuttered.

His sister giggled as she loosened her tie, letting it dangle off of her neck.

"Would you like to look at my pretty tits while I blow you?" Her voice stayed innocent as her fingers circled the buttons on her blouse.

Luke's mouth went dry as he watched her show. His hands stayed on the armrest and his rigid cock throbbed. He licked his lips before speaking, "God yes." His voice had become husky with lust.

Amy giggled into her shoulder, looking up at her brother's face as she unbuttoned her shirt. His eyes took in a full view of her round globes of flesh, packaged perfectly by pink silk.

His sister stopped unbuttoning, with just a few left at the bottom of her shirt. She pulled the fabric back, framing her chest and the luxurious bow that hung from her cleavage.

"You really like my breasts don't you, Luke?" Amy said as she leaned in towards his erection. She left butterfly kisses up his shaft.

"I love them Amy. I told you last night, I wasn't lying. They are the most perfect set ever," he moaned the last words as his sister's tongue began slithering up his tool.

Amy's left hand danced up his legs and she hooked her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock like their new play toy would do. She looked up at her brother with her tongue on his member as she applied more pressure.

"Thank you, big brother. I love your cock," she mumbled as she kissed and tongued his hard flesh.

She squeezed just a bit harder around his base. His veins grew thicker under her care. Her brothers breathing sped up as he watched her tongue twirl around his cockhead. He could feel her hot mouth radiating onto his flesh as she opened wide, but not closing around his knob.

Amy looked up at him as she arched down further between his thighs. Speaking as she moved. "I also love your balls. I hope you like having them sucked," Amy muttered as her lips met his sac, and then she pulled away to spit into her hand.

Luke grunted "Please, you naughty little school girl. Suck my cum filled balls."

Amy's saliva slicken palm clasped around his erection and slid along his length. "It's all cum for me in here, isn't it Luke?" she lapped at his sac between sweet filthy words.

Luke clenched his fingers against the leather as Amy sucked one of his balls into her mouth and she moaned against him. Her eyelashes batted up at him as she sent vibrations into his body. Her tongue circled in her mouth.

"All for my little sister," he groaned proudly into the room.

Amy pulled her mouth off, and then latched it to the other. She suckled his orb, getting it slimy with her spit before speaking again. "I'm all yours. Your naughty school girl, little sister, and personal toy."

Amy quickly moved up and clamped her lips around his angry blood filled head. Her tongue glided effortlessly against his flesh at first, but quickly showed her hunger.

"Fuck," her brother groaned, taking in the sight of her propped up tits and mouth around the top of his cock. "My sexy toy. My little doll."

Amy moaned a mumbled response onto his member as her center was flooded with heat. Her mother had called her a doll just over an hour prior. Her brother's erection tickled the opening to her throat, before she twisted her head up and off.

She spit lewdly onto his shaft. Speaking quickly, she said, "Your fuck doll," and then dove back down on him.

Luke let out a roar as his sister's mouth engulfed him. She choked herself on his engorged shaft; rocking her neck and making herself gag. Her throat's controlled convulsions gripped his organ.

Luke finally let out another breath. She reared back up. She gagged and coughed up more spittle from the back of her throat. She spit it onto his rod and it dangled from her lip, pooling on to her cleavage.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Jesus."

His sister giggled and angled his cock down by the ring of her fingers. She leaned in again, looking up at his eyes through her spectacles as she took her time. Amy gently gulped down his cock, luring it into her throat with her tongue. Inch by inch disappeared behind her pink lips as she gorged herself again. She let go of the base of his cock and pressed her nose into his pelvis.

Her brother's thighs tensed up and she groaned onto his flesh. She loved giving fellatio. It was her addiction to practice techniques on her ex-boyfriend.

Luke's mouth dropped open as she rocked herself onto his prick, arched down on her knees. He fucked her body through her loving mouth.

Amy pulled away again to give her throat a short rest. Spitting up and grinning to him. Not speaking, just watching his face as his spit lubed member slid in her squeezing fist. Amy watched his chest as he breathed irregularly.

He trembled under her care as she swallowed again. She kept her mouth wide open and the filthy wet sounds of her brother's cock digging into her throat filled the air. He melted into the chair and became putty in his sister's hands as she provided him with the best point of view porn star blow job he had ever seen, and it was right before his eyes. His fingers clawed at the leather armrests.

With his dick completely buried in her mouth and her nose pressed against his pelvis, Amy forced her tongue from her mouth and licked his sac. Luke let out a roar as she pushed his balls closer to her tongue. Her wet muscle rubbed against it as she grinded his member into her throat.

"How, how the fuck," Luke gasped. "How the fuck do you do that?"

She raised her eyebrows several times and smiled with his length hidden in her mouth. She pulled her mouth back to the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it. Then, gulped his entire shaft down her throat again, cramming it down as far as it could possibly go.

Amy spit, and then dropped down again. She put her hands on the armrests and rocked it, digging his cock into her hungry throat. Drool spilled from her lips and trailed to the floor.

"Fuck," Luke groaned. "Amy, fuck." He couldn't make proper sentences as his member was devoured.

Amy pulled back and smiled as she spit. "I want my brother's seed," she whimpered, jerking him hard and fast.

Luke's body was overwhelmed with sensations, which had driven through him like a tornado since she had begun her talent show.

All he could mutter was, "Uh huh," as her hand found his balls again.

She tugged his balls lightly, and then massaged his flesh as her hand came back in. Amy dove back down his pole, her lips smearing her dripping saliva on the way. She greedily suctioned his throbbing organ.

Luke growled in his chest as rapidly approaching orgasmic release filled his being. His sister smashed her face into his pelvis and she sucked the life from him.

He growled and Amy pulled back, milking his seed with her fist and her suckling mouth, begging for it.

"God. Fuck," Luke grunted as his seed shot into his sisters awaiting mouth. "Fuck Amy."

She had a little taste, but ripped her mouth off. She dropped down and massaged out his thick ropes, painting her glasses and face. She kept her eyes open and white cream splattered onto her lenses. Her palm soothed all of his strong orgasm from his genitals. She rubbed her cum stained face against his shaft, smearing his hot spunk on her cheeks as his climax subsided. Some of his pearly seed dribbled down to her cleavage.

She pulled her glasses off and her face lit up from seeing the cum ribbons splattered over the lenses. She looked up at her brother as she began cleaning them with her tongue.

His body was still warm but his breathing had slowed. "You really love cum don't you?" He admired his ropes of cum on her face and pooling a little in her dimples.

Amy giggled, "Very much so." Her tongue lapped across the plastic. "Your cum is so yummy. I can't get enough," she said and then cleaned her face with her fingers.

"You're one of a kind, Amy," Luke said, watching her truly enjoy his seed.

Amy blushed and bit her lip as she nuzzled her cheek into her shoulder. "I hope you know how soiled my panties are, big brother," she said with a wink.

Luke softening shaft twitched again at her words. His sister had the little girl and school girl acts down.

"We should check and see, shouldn't we?" Amy asked slyly as she scooted back on her knees.

Luke nodded, taking eyefuls of his sister in her pigtails, cleavage on display framed by her shirt, and the striped tie hanging over her tits.

"Fuck, Amy you look so divinely hot," he mumbled.

Still holding her gasses in one hand, she lifted her plaid skirt and looked down at her juices that had leaked into the pink silk. She held up her skirt and used her glasses to push the fabric into her pussy lips, soaking up more of her fluids.

Her brother noticed the bows on her hips. "I like those panties." Remembering his love of his sister erotically posed for a photo wearing them.

"I thought you would," she said giddily, and then dropped her skirt as she hopped up onto her feet. "We should continue our grand tour of the house," she said with a happy grin, holding out her hand for her brother.

He took her hand. The gates to the taboo, depraved relationship with his sister had already been passed through. But now, it was certain they were just at the beginning of the long, winding road they were to share.

Amy led her brother through their family home, to the kitchen at the end of the hall. She put her cum stained glasses back on but they were too smeared. She set them on the counter an arm's length away.

Amy lifted her bum up on the chilly granite counter tops with a gentle lift from her brother and spread her legs for him. Her uniform knee highs sill donned her legs. Her foot landed against the center dam of the sink as she opened herself for him. Luke devoured her lips as his hands raided her available body. Amy rested her hands on the counter, letting him have her.

Her forearm pushed against the coffeemaker across the counter. She quickly reached over and grabbed it before the cooled coffee pot fell out. They both laughed as she set it upright and out of the way. While she was thinking about items being in the way, she reached behind her and closed the blinds over the sink.

"Don't want Misses Nowak getting a peek," she giggled as her brother kissed her neck.

"Is she still always spying on the neighborhood?" Luke mumbled into her chest, leaving hungry kisses on the trail to her mounds of tit flesh.

"Yeah, but she's a nice lady. If it's the worst thing a crazy neighbor does, it doesn't bother me," she said as she lifted her school skirt, bunching it high on her hips. Then, she rested her hands back on the counter, surrendering to him.

Her brother finished unbuttoning her top as his tongue traced the valley of her cleavage. He pulled her blouse open and Luke's fingers went to her back for the clasp of her bra.




Luke and Amy Ch. 02



Amy chuckled as he fumbled for a moment. "It's on the front, silly pants"

Luke lifted his face from her decadent bosom. "I would have figured that out on my own."

His fingers flew around and tugged the bow. The clasp lay underneath pressed against her flesh. He snapped it undone and her breasts were released from their confinements.

Amy gasped as her tits bounced out. Her brother's lips found her nipple almost immediately as he pushed her bra straps down her shoulders to her elbows, where her shirt had gathered.

Amy watched with parted lips as he kissed her pebble like nipple, and then dragged his tongue to the other. His fingers tips gently brushed up and down her sticky panty covered sex. The bumps of Amy's areola rose up as her nipples displayed her arousal. Her stomach trembled when the pads of his fingers flicked her silk covered clit.

Luke trailed his finger along her hairless folds as he tasted her flesh. He kissed along the bottom of her breasts and her hot juices soaked into her panties.

"Luke, you make me feel so good," Amy whimpered.

He grinned up to her as he kissed down her tummy, and then French kissed her belly button.

Amy's body was flooded with heat by the time he slipped his fingers beneath the crotch of her panties. His fingertips dipped into the creek inside her slit. He dragged two fingers vertically from her hole up to her excited clitoris. Amy trembled, whimpering as her brother teased and pleased her sloppy, wet genitals.

Luke kissed and nibbled his way to her left hip and tugged the waist of her skirt down to lick her hipbone. She squirmed as he tickled her with his tongue.

He probed just his fingertips into his sister's cunt. His free hand flattened her skirt, smoothing it out so they could clearly see each other with Amy's head resting against the cabinet.

"Tell me something, Squirt," Luke mumbled as his kisses met her inner thigh.

"What?" she asked in a ragged breath.

Her brother's tongue lapped up the crease of her thigh and hip, and then he looked up into her eyes. His fingers pressed into her inner flesh. Her mouth dropped open as her tight walls opened on his fingers.

"Tell me one of your dirtiest fantasies, and then I will remove your panties." He withdrew his fingers, leaving her desperate tunnel.

Amy gasped in a pout from his withdrawal. Luke placed the damp crotch of her panties back over her mound before taking a generous lick between her thighs.

His sister shuddered, rocking her head against the cabinet and her fingers clenched on the counter. "I want to be watched," she moaned, and then looked down at her brother.

"Go on," he said into her hidden pussy. His mouth found her engorged nub.

"Like in a hotel or something," Amy stuttered, gathering up the strength to be able to talk as her genitals received what they craved, "with someone watching from across the way."

He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, greedily lapping at her as she spoke.

"I'm being fucked against a window and there's a man who catches the sight. He watches as I'm used and pleased."

Luke licked down to her cunt and kissed it hard through her panties. His tongue smeared against the silk and he sucked her arousal from the fabric, teasing himself as he was her.

"He gets turned on by what he's seeing. I stare at his crotch, hoping to watch his arousal rise beneath his pants," Amy moaned her words.

Her brother hooked his fingers into the edge of her panties and tugged them to the side, exposing her swollen lips in the bright sunlit room.

"I want to see him stroke his thick, throbbing shaft. For me," she said between heavy breaths.

She watched Luke's lips brushing against her slit and felt his breath on her.

"I want him to stand up in the nude for me, pleasuring himself in the open," she groaned. Her brother's tongue snaked into her folds. "I want him to watch me like it's a movie just for him. I want to look in his eyes as I moan and his cock pulsates on the other side."

"You're a dirty little thing, Amy," he said, and then collected more of her honey on her tongue.

"I know," Amy whimpered. "I want to be the object of a stranger's lust."

His hands were hooked over her thighs from underneath and Luke spread her lips open with his fingers. Her womanhood blossomed before him.

"I want to see him cum for me. It would be hot if it splattered on the window." Amy kept her eyes down as her brother licked the soft flesh of her inner folds.

He worked his way across in long hungry laps. His baby sister tasted like the sweetest of forbidden fruits. He fed himself on her, smearing his tongue into every crevice. He moaned into her, approving of her fantasy as his tongue prodded its way into her cunt.

"I want to know how much he enjoyed seeing me. Goodness, I want that so much," she mumbled as her muscles trembled. "Then the next night, he's there again. He's waiting for me. And I give him a full show this time."

Luke's tongue pulled her nectar from her tunnel. He drank everything that didn't smear around his mouth. His sister leaked for him.

"I strip for him and... you know same as the night before. But, knowing he's watching me the entire time." Her toes curled inside her shoes.

Luke darted his tongue into her several times, and then flattened out, licking up to her clitoris.

"Fuck, that feels so amazing," Amy gasped as his wet muscle centered on her nerve filled mound.

He wiggled his tongue back and forth, making her legs tic. Then, he sucked her clit between his lips.

"Oh my goodness, Luke," she moaned loudly. "You take such good care of your baby sister." She clenched her fists and kept them flat on the surface of the counter.

Luke's eyes were up as he pushed two fingers into her needy hole. He admired her flushed cheeks, fluttering eyelids, and trembling lips. He massaged her deep inside, smearing his digits into her walls. Amy's nipples contracted on her chest as he found her spongy spot. Crimson sex flush had risen up across her chest.

"God Luke, you're going to make me cum so hard. Fuck," she almost screamed.

Luke fucked her with his fingers curled up inside of her body and her legs quaked as she panted.

"Oh my god, Luke. Goodness," she reeled up, nearing climax, gasping for breath.

Her brother worked her insides with his fingers and her cunt drooled on his hand. He furiously sucked her erect clitoris, urging the orgasm from her.

"You baby sister is going to cum!" She wailed. "Fuck! Fuck!"

Amy's eyes glazed over and her walls contracted hard on his fingers. He yanked them out and Amy's legs tensed just before quaking violently. She went silent as her squirting orgasm flooded out of her body. It soaked him and drenched the floor.

Her eyes remained closed, her body reveling in the bliss her brother gave her. The kitchen reeked of her arousal. A small pond of her fluids was on the tile floor. Luke watched as he licked his lips, tasting the splash that hit his mouth. Amy's breathing calmed as her entire body tingled.

"Was that good, Squirt?" Luke teased her.

"The best ever," she mumbled, still bathing in her orgasmic afterglow.

Luke stood up, his cock had returned to hard but he hadn't really noticed because he was so focused on her.

Luke reached over and found a felt tip pen and popped the cap open. On her right breast he wrote, "Amy" and did the same on her left, writing, "Luke." He drew a line beneath.

She opened her eyes and looked down and smiled wide.

Her brother put a single tally mark beneath each name, marking their orgasms with a smirk on his face. Their game board was just above her nipples.

"Ready to go for another?" Luke asked.

"Absolutely!" Amy squealed.

Luke hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her off the counter. He pushed her against the edge where he was grinding against her before breakfast.

Amy lifted one leg up, resting her foot on the countertop. She spread herself open for her brother and presented her ass. 

Luke stroked himself a few times as she positioned herself for him.

He reached up and tucked her skirt into the waistband, and then gave the silk bow on her right hip a tug. Her soaked panties fell open and slid down her left leg.

Amy looked over her shoulder at his face. Her shirt and bra gathered around her elbows constricting her arms slightly. Luke grabbed onto the makeshift rope against her back and he thrusted his thick spear into her slippery cunt.

She was extremely tight and he forced himself inside, piercing her with his steel shaft. Amy's eyes closed as she let out a howl of pleasure. Her body mashed against the counter as he filled her completely.

"It feels so good being inside you again," Luke groaned, pulling back and thrusting again hard and digging himself inside of her.

Amy moaned deeply and freely as he spread her walls around his rigid erection. Her heat hugged him as he crammed as much as he could into her hole.

He continued his heavy thrusts, making her stutter her words as she moaned, "Do you like how I feel around you?"

"Fuck yes. Your holes are home for my cock," her brother moaned back, looking at his sister's face contorting as she took his pounding.

"I like that," Amy squeaked.

Luke gripped tighter onto her shirt, causing her hands to clasp together behind her. He held her as he sunk into her. His hard rams had worked her open for him. Amy's tight walls gripped his organ as he pumped.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her off of the countertop. He kicked her legs together and bent her over. Luke's hand found her super sensitive clit. She squirmed and writhed as he flicked her swollen nub fast, back and forth, underneath the hills of his closed fingers.

Her fluids soaked into his pubic hair and her legs wanted to give out. Luke held her up as she quickly met another orgasm nearing her. He held her up by her shirt while she grinded herself roughly onto his cock.

"Luke, you have to stop," she pleaded.

He rocked his hips against her as she quivered. Her tunnel pulsed around his shaft. He yanked her body back against his chest. "Nope," he grunted into her

Waves of pleasure trembled through her body as she rode another climax. She didn't squirt, but Luke's shaft flooded was with fresh hot nectar.

"That makes two," he snarled.

He cupped his hand on her pussy as she whimpered, still fucking her tenderly, but roughly deep.

"Let's go for three, whaddaya say, Squirt?"

Amy nodded and muttered, "Yes," between heaving breaths.

His fingers on her clit resumed their dance. His other hand found her tits. He rubbed his flat palm back and forth, from nipple to nipple.

Amy's head dropped back on his shoulder as she rode his cock. She took what she needed from his erection as his hands pleasured her buttons. He pinched and massaged her nipples, and toyed with her clitoris.

His sister kept her hands clasped behind her, offering her body to him completely. She was his toy, and gave him free reign to pleasure them both.

Amy shuddered again as he brought her up another quick peak.

He groaned into her ear, "Your cunt feels so fucking good when you cum."

"Oh god," she screamed, her voice echoing through the house, "Luke. Fucking hell. Oh my goodness." Her unrestricted lioness roared in screams of ecstasy.

Her walls throbbed on his organ, squeezing tight as she shuddered. Luke had to pull out as she rode another wave. The sensations were too much for him. Her silken juices ran down her thighs as she quaked in his grip.

He held her and kissed her lips and cheeks softly. Amy's eyelids fluttered as she melted into her brother.

He pushed her back against the counter, letting her recover as he caressed her flesh. He kissed her sweaty neck and shoulders. He dragged his tongue, enjoying her salty flavor.

"How are you holding up?" He whispered. He massaged his shaft with her slick, open womanhood. 

"I'm very, very good," Amy replied in a deep tone, a smile painting her lips.

"You ready for me to take your anal virginity, Squirt?" His lips and tongue dragged across her ear. 

"Yes, extremely ready." Amy nuzzled her hot cheek against his. 

Luke turned his face and caught her lips. Their tongues snaked together as he kept his sister in his arms, bringing her back from the counter, and then turning her towards him. 

The kiss broke and Amy smiled sweetly up to him. "I need to clean my mess," she giggled. 

Luke noticed the drying pool of her squirting cum on the tile and spanked her ass. "You're my dirty little sister."

Amy squeaked as she jumped in reaction. "You made me do it!"

Luke grinned and disappeared to the front room. He swiped the lube from the grocery bag.

Amy pulled her arms out of her shirt and bunched it in her arms. She got out two dish towels and squatted down, cleaning her stain from the floor. 

Luke returned as she was rinsing her glasses in the sink. He smiled watching her clean up, covering up their tracks. She set her spectacles on a paper towel to dry.

She grabbed Luke's hand and skipped to their parents' bedroom. It wasn't extremely large, but had a king sized bed and enough walking room between the dressers. 

Amy hopped up onto the crisp white comforter on the bed. She beamed up to her brother, "How do you want me?"

He licked his lips, and responded after a moment's thought. "On your hands and knees, in the middle."

She pulled the comforter back. Then, his sister obediently crawled to the center of the mattress and settled on her hands and knees. Luke climbed up, and then moved over to her on his knees at her side. 

He opened the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers looking down at her trusting face. He left the cap open and set it on her arched spine. 

"Would this help?" Amy asked, and then dropped her shoulders to the bed. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks open. 

Luke grinned and nodded. "Very much. You're a smart cookie."

"I know," Amy said proudly, wiggling her spread bum in the air.

Luke looked down at her tight rosebud as his fingers smeared lube around it. 

Amy squirmed. "It's cold!" she squeaked.

"Relax kiddo. It's going to be cold." The pads of his fingers circled her winking hole. "Have you ever been touched back here?"

"No," she replied in a gasp as one of his fingers poked into her tight rim. "It feels so naughty."

"It's going to get naughtier," he said, gently pressing his finger in up to the first knuckle. "I'll take care of you, I promise."

"I know you will," she moaned, focusing on the probing digit. 

Luke worked his finger into her virgin anus, smearing lube onto her walls. He carefully pushed a second finger in. Amy let out a deep moan as she was stretched even more.

"Goodness, it feels so tight," Amy muttered. Her toes curled in her shoes. "How can your cock fit in?"

"You'll open up. It'll slip right in when I get you lubed up."

He withdrew his digits and squeezed another glob onto his fingertips. He then dropped it on her bud.  Amy shuddered as he massaged the lubricant into her anus. His fingers slid inside and pressed into different angles on her hole, and then came back up, gathering more lube then back in. 

Amy bit her lip as he tugged just slightly on her rim, taking his time to stretch her. 

"You doing okay?" he asked when he noticed she had gone quiet. 

"Mmhmm," she mumbled. "I'm just enjoying it." 

Luke pulled his fingers completely out. He squeezed some lube onto his cock and stroked himself. Amy's skirt was still folded into the waistband as he moved behind her. 

"You ready for your brother's cock in your ass?"

"Very, very much," she whimpered. "I want it, pretty please." Amy begged, and her hands pulled her cheeks apart even farther. 

He rested his bulbous head against her entrance. Amy's eyes were sealed shut and popped back open as she felt his flesh enter her and spread apart her ring.

"Oh, wow," she gasped. 

Her hot, soft, virginal walls engulfed him as he sank inside. Her anus drew him in and spread for him like a tight glove as he gently filled her. He didn't stop until his length was completely sucked inside, surrounded by her tightness.

"How's that?" He asked in a soft moan.

"It feels so dirty," she groaned as she rocked back on him. "It hurts a little but it's not awful."

"I'm glad," he said and, then pulled back. He didn't pop out. Then, slowly slid back in, reveling in the sensations of her anal walls swallowing him. 

Amy pushed her body up to meet his soft thrusts. Moans escaped her lips with every fill.  Her lips and eyes crinkled as he picked up the pace a taste. His hands held her hips and pulled her ass onto his dick. 

"You're fucking my dirty hole, Luke," Amy groaned. Her fingers dug into her fleshy cheeks. 

"I am. I'm fucking my baby sister's tight little asshole, and she likes it."

"I do!" Amy squealed. "I love it. I'm your filthy little toy."

Luke fucked her gently, slowly probing her ass with his erection, taking time for her to get used to the sensations. Amy groaned deeply as he filled her completely. Her walls squeezed his member as she shuddered. Her body trembled beneath him and her toes curled tight. She took deep breaths reminding herself to relax as the intensity grew.

"Are you still doing okay, Amy?" he asked with a heavy grunt.

"Yes," she gasped. "Go harder, please."

He picked up his pace until he was ramming his pelvis against her ass. They traded animalistic groans back and forth as he dug his organ into her bottom. He stretched her open with his tool and Amy's body had relaxed. 

Luke reached under her body and masturbated her as he drilled her ass.  His fingers traded between pinching and rubbing her nerve filled nub. 

Amy whimpered and cried out in pleasure as her brother's hand working clit and his cock in her ass got her off. Her fluids leaked out of her, seeping down on her inner thighs. Her sphincter grasped onto Luke's organ as she trembled.

Filthy words flew out of Amy's mouth after she came down from the high.

"Rape my ass, Luke. Fucking give it to your filthy little sister," she screamed. 

"My sister is a nasty whore," he grunted, pumping his cock into the depths of her snug anus. 

"I'm your filthy whore. Your anal slut!" she wailed. 

Luke smacked her ass as he drilled her bent body into their parents' bed. 

"You have all my holes. They are all yours to use."

Both of their bodies were layered with sweat. Luke slowed down only to control himself, and then picked right back up, using her fleshy hole. 

"Keep talking like that," he urged her. 

"My brother likes fucking my ass. It feels so nasty," she panted. "I love you inside me. I love your cock in my ass." 

Luke grunted at her words as their bodies slammed together. 

"You're going to fuck me stupid aren't you? You're going to turn your nerdy sister into your bimbo fuckslut." 

"You are my fuckdoll," he growled.

"I am. And your naughty school girl loves you shoving your cock into her ass," she screamed, clinching her fingers into her cheeks. "Letting you ravage her body for your pleasure."

Luke felt his orgasm building, but didn't stop. He gave her everything he had, panting as his cock throbbed in his sister's tight asshole. 

"Cum in my ass," Amy begged. "I'm your personal semen receptacle. Empty in me," she hissed. "Empty your hot cum into your baby sisters' dirty hole."

Luke's ears were on fire, hearing the words coming from her lips. No woman he had been with ever had a mouth that filthy.

"Give it to me," she pleaded. "Soak my asshole with your seed. Coat it. Fill it up."

Her brother grabbed her hips as a torrential orgasm took him over. His cock throbbed hard, spitting ribbons of seed into the depths of his sister's ass. 

Amy gasped feeling him shoot, "Oh thank you, that is what I needed."




Luke and Amy Ch. 03



Amy's fingers flew across the keyboard of her laptop, pounding out an essay on Edgar Degas for her art history class. She bit her lip as she typed, only stopping for a moment to collect her thoughts, and then another paragraph of key strokes followed.

Her brother bounded into her room. His sudden appearance caused Amy to gasp as he startled her out of her thought process.

"What are you doing?" Luke asked. He came around behind her chair and dropped a gentle kiss on her cheek, and then looked at the computer screen.

"Just an essay for art history," Amy said, nuzzling her cheek against his, "nothing big."

He breathed in the scent of her hair with a pleasant sigh. "And, when is it due?"

"Not until Thursday," Amy said as her fingers returned to the keyboard. She quickly glanced down at the minimal essay outline she had written in a spiral notebook.

"You do realize it's Saturday, right?" Luke chuckled.

"Yes and your point?" She grinned and rolled her eyes as her thoughts appeared on the screen.

"Well, besides the fact that I will have yet another of your wonderful essays to edit tomorrow," Luke said, and then kissed her temple, "I wanted to see if you would like to come out to a bar with Ethan, Chris, and I tonight."

"Hmm," his sister muttered as she finished typing a chunk of text. Then, she turned her chair and Luke pulled back, looking down at her bright blue eyes. "Do you want me to go?"

"Of course I want you to come," Luke said with a genuine smile as he squatted down in front of her. "I wouldn't be asking if I didn't."

Amy nibbled her lip as she thought for a moment. "I would love to. But, can I even get in? In case you've forgotten, I'm only eighteen. Don't they card?"

Luke gently nudged her black rectangular glasses up on her nose and tucked a few strands of her brunette mane behind her ears. "Don't worry about that. I've already talked to Ethan about it. He said he knows a doorman at one of the bars in Wrigleyville. We will take care of it."

Amy nodded with a grin as she looked into her brother's matching blue eyes. "Alright, well, I've never been to a bar."

"I'm glad I'll be your first," Luke said with a grin, and then kissed her lips softly.

"We'll have to convince Dad though," Amy added.

"True. But, you're not going to drink, right?" He couldn't help his eyes trailing down to her glorious chest, but quickly returned to her freckled face.

"No, of course not. I don't want to get Ethan's friend in trouble." She reached out and lightly trailed her fingers along his arm. "Plus, I wouldn't anyway."

"Good, because then, you will be our designated driver," Luke said with a teasing celebratory tone in his voice.

"Now you're the one with all the plans. I thought that was always my job," Amy giggled.

"I come up with a few good ones every now and then." Luke winked, and then stood up. He dropped a kiss on her forehead. "Finish up your essay, and then we'll talk to Dad."

Amy blew him a kiss as he disappeared from her room. She spun back to her paper. Her fingers tapped the keys as fast as her mind came up with the words.

About an hour later, Amy bounced down the stairs in a snug pair of jeans and one of her brother's old t-shirts. Luke smiled upon seeing her as she floated into the room. She plopped down next to him on the burgundy leather sofa. Their mother was out for the afternoon with friends.

The siblings exchanged a nod. Amy turned her attention towards their father.

"Hey, Daddy," Amy said softly.

"Yes, baby?" Phil replied, turning around in his recliner to face them.

Amy smiled softly. "Luke said that he is going to go out tonight with some of his friends to a bar."

Her father raised a bushy brow. His forehead lines stressed up towards his meticulously shaved bald scalp.

She had her parents' complete trust, which was more than could be said of others her age. 

She took a breath before she continued. "He wanted me to come along with them so I can be the designated driver."

"Amy, you're eighteen. Absolutely not," he said sternly.

Luke opened his mouth to say something, but Amy stopped him with a touch on his arm.

"Daddy, I'm not going to drink. I swear. I just want to go out and have some fun. Everyone will be safe because I'm going to drive. I'll take Ethan and Chris home afterwards, and then we will come straight home."

Phil looked back and forth between his daughter and son, contemplating a response. His precious angel surrounded by drunken men was not an appealing thought.

Amy walked over to her father's recliner and squatted down next to it, so she was at eye level with him. She gently placed her hand on top on his and looked into his light brown eyes. "Please, Daddy. I want to go with them. Luke will watch over me, and I know his friends will too. Please?" She added another plea to end her rebuttal.

Luke smiled inwardly at his sister.

"Amy, have you finished all of your homework for the weekend?" Her dad asked.

"Oh yes." She nodded fast and hard. "I even already have my Degas paper finished for Thursday."

She wasn't making this easy on him. Phil swallowed hard, and then looked over at his son. "What bar is it?"

"It's near Wrigley Field. I'm not sure which one yet, but I will call Ethan and let you know before we go."

She bit her lip nervously, awaiting his blessing.

"Luke, do you promise to look out for her tonight?" their father asked.

"Absolutely, Dad. I've always looked out for Squirt," Luke replied confidently.

Phil exhaled, looking over at his daughter. He shook his head before he gave in. "Alright, just don't stay out too late."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Amy squealed as she rose to from her squat and wrapped her arms tightly around her father. She kissed his cheek repeatedly. "Thank you. Thank you."

He patted her arms as she nearly choked the breath out of him. "You're welcome, baby. Be safe please."

She pulled back and smiled down to him. "Of course. I promise to be safe and keep Luke and his friends safe too."

He smiled back. "Don't make me regret this," he said with his hand sawing the air.

"You won't, Daddy." Amy dropped one last kiss on his cheek before stepping away.

Amy turned and smiled to her brother before she went upstairs. She put her hair into a high ponytail, and then slipped into a pair of sneakers. She took a quick look through her closet, making a mental note of the dress she would wear tonight. Then, she hurried back down the stairs.

"I'm going to take Penny on a walk. Do you want to come with me, Luke?" She asked as she grabbed the purple leash from the credenza by the door.

The yellow lab saw the leash in Amy's hand and pranced over to the door, wagging her tail.

Luke lifted himself from the couch as his sister hooked the lead onto the dog's collar. "Sure. Are we going to the park?"

"If that's where you want to go." Amy smiled and opened the doors. "Be back in a bit, Daddy."

"Have fun," he said as they left.

Luke and Amy strolled down the sidewalk on an unseasonably warm early March afternoon. Some trees had begun to flourish, and the first day of spring was still a couple weeks away.

Penny obediently walked at Amy's side. She didn't need a leash. She cared only about her family, and didn't care to chase rabbits and squirrels.

Amy looked over at her brother in his typical daily wear of a t-shirt and loose fitting jeans. His short brown hair was fluttering with the wind. She imagined the lines that his lean muscles painted on his chest and abdomen.

He glanced over at her and they shared a smile between them. He arched back, conspicuously looking at her bubble butt in snug jeans.

Amy laughed and punched his arm. "You're such a perv."

Luke scanned the surroundings to make sure they were alone before he spoke, "And you're a slut."

"We've already been through this, Luke. I love that you call me a slut because," she took a quick look over her shoulder and lowered her voice, "I am your slut. Your personal slut and you love it."

"I do," he stated into her ear and slapped her ass.

Amy squeaked and giggled. 

Penny stopped to do her business, and then they continued their walk towards the park.

"Good work with Dad back there, by the way," Luke said.

Amy grinned and looked over at her brother. "You know, when you've gotten straight A's since your very first report card, your words have more weight."

Luke shook his head. "Well I guess that's true. I didn't know that luxury."

"No shit," Amy laughed as they stopped at a corner for a car to pass. "You had me covering for you all of the time."

They crossed the street, taking a left from the corner and traversing the intersection diagonally.

"That's only because you were so good at it," he said as he put his arm around her shoulder. "Thanks for being you." He dropped a peck on her temple.

A smile curled on her lips and she put her arm around his lower back. "I'm good at other things too, aren't I?"

Luke stopped himself from what he wanted to say as they passed by a family enjoying the sunshine in their backyard. He responded simply, "Many, many things."

They arrived at the park. Children were running around the playground screaming and playing freeze tag, swinging, and sliding down the slide. Luke and Amy kept walking down to the open grass behind a baseball diamond.

Amy looked around for cops because of leash laws, and then unhooked the lead. She dropped it on the grass where they were standing and Penny stayed at their side.

"Want to race?" Amy asked.

"What does the winner get?" Luke replied with a grin.

She tapped her lip for a moment, looking up in her brother's beautiful eyes. "A head to toe massage."

He nodded approvingly. "Across the way, touch the other sidewalk with your hand, and back to this tree." He pointed directly behind them.

She nodded, and then grinned. "What about if Penny wins?" Amy chuckled lightheartedly.

"I'll buy her a giant bone from the butcher," Luke retorted quickly, and then returned the smirk.

"Alright, no head starts. On three," Amy said, getting into position.

They counted to three together and both of them took off. Penny quickly followed, keeping pace with Amy. Luke got off to a quick start, but his sister had closed in before reaching the other sidewalk. They touched the concrete with their fingers. Amy was a half second ahead.

She ran as fast as she could, wishing her breasts weren't quite as large as they were. They bounced wildly on her chest as she neared the tree. Luke was just a few strides behind and picked up his pace. He ran faster than he had since he raced home from second base to win his final high-school baseball game.

Amy extended her arm, a few feet from the tree, hearing her brother right behind her. She was always determined to win anything and everything. 

Luke crushed her hopes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. He carried her away from the roots of the tree. 

Amy kicked and swung her arms, playfully screaming. "I was going to win!" she wailed.

He tackled her to the grass with his knees next to her thighs and hands holding her arms to the ground. Amy struggled to get up, wiggling under him. She could have gotten away if she really wanted to. They panted, catching their breath as their eyes locked.

A rush of lust was sent through both of them. Luke pressed his groin into hers as he looked down at her pink cheeks and heaving chest. Amy's nipples swelled and pressed against her thin shirt and bra. His hands slid up her forearms to her palms.

"I love you," Amy said softly.

"I love you too," Luke replied, pressing her hands harder into the soil.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now," Amy muttered with heavy breath.

"How bad?" Luke asked, pushing himself into her a shade harder.

"Fucking terribly bad."

"Do it. I dare you."

Amy lifted her head and quickly pressed her lips to his before dropping back down.

"You want more, don't you?" Luke whispered.

"Yes, but we can't. I would fuck you right now if we could." Amy curled her fingers with his. "This is already bad enough."

Penny interrupted their lust filled cloud. She licked glistening faces. They both chuckled as they detached. Both of them were on their backs, letting Penny cover them both with doggie kisses as they laughed.

They wrestled with the dog, getting covered in dirt as they razzled her. Her tail wagged happily as they played with her.

Luke got up, and then helped Amy off of the ground. They both dusted themselves off before Amy squatted down to hook the leash back on Penny's collar.

They headed back home. Amy waved to the neighbors she knew and her brother was an awkward few seconds behind in his greetings.

Luke called his buddy to confirm where they were going tonight as Amy got them each a glass of water and filled Penny's bowl. His father approved of the location and reminded him to not keep Amy out too late.

They relaxed on the sofa, watching a pre-season Cubs game with their father. Both of them drank their water until it was gone.

"What time did Ethan say for us to meet him there?" Amy asked as she petted the still panting dog between them.

"Around eight," Luke replied.

She looked over at the clock above the fireplace. "We need to leave in two hours. You should go shower. I'll go after you."

"Fine, if you think I stink, I'll go shower," he said sarcastically as he got up.

"I never said you stink, but you smell a bit sweaty and like outside." She rolled her eyes and playfully kicked his calf as he walked passed her.

"Then I stink," Luke chuckled as he went upstairs.

"You smell like your cousin's beef stroganoff," Phil bellowed.

Amy fell over on the sofa in hysterical laughter remembering the disgusting concoction that everyone was so full off of after two bites. "Good one, Dad."

Their mother, Kathryn, arrived home a few minutes later with her friend Shelly. Shelly was both Luke and Amy's godmother and their mother's best friend since middle-school. Both of them had called her Aunt Shelly for as long as they could remember. She was a curvy, dark haired woman whose face was always filled with happiness. Amy bounded off of the sofa to give her a hug.

"I heard Luke's home!" Shelly beamed. "I had to come and see for myself."

"He is!" Amy exclaimed as the tight embrace broke. "He's in the shower, but since he's a boy, he'll be right down."

They moved their conversation into the kitchen to not bother Phil during the last few innings of the game. Amy made her mother and Shelly hot chamomile tea while they waited for Luke's arrival.

He came downstairs in dark wash jeans and a soft blue button down shirt. His hair was still damp and slightly messy from his shower.

Amy gave him an approving smile and slowly mouthed, "You look handsome," as he came into the kitchen.

Luke grinned just a moment before he was surrounded with a crushing hug from Shelly. She touched his arms and face and kissed his cheeks. Amy giggled as she watched him make sure he was really there in flesh and blood.

"Your mom said you were here and I couldn't believe her!" Shelly squealed as she hugged him and kissed his face repeatedly.

"Well, it's true," Luke said with a smile as she finally pulled away.

He filled her in on the reasons for his long needed visit and his life in Europe. Amy hopped up on the counter and joined the conversation for a few minutes. 

She silently admired her brother's butt in the jeans he had on before ripping her eyes away when she heard her mother say her name.

"Amy, did you and Kristy get everything taken care of at the print shop this morning?" Kathryn asked.

"Oh yes, everything was fine. The mistake on the flyers and tickets was their fault so they fixed it for free," Amy replied, lightly kicking her heels against the cabinet.

"Prom committee must be keeping you busy, you better get yourself a date after all of that work," Shelly said, and then blew across her steaming tea. "Do you think any boys will be asking you?"

Luke glanced over, and locked eyes with his sister for a brief moment. He would offer to take her if he would still be in town. He remembered a friend of his who didn't have a date to their prom and brought his sister. He felt a twinge of pain in his stomach, thinking of Amy spending a night with another guy.

Amy looked back over to Shelly with a shrug. "Well, I don't know. I mean sure, I'd like to have a date. But, it's okay if I don't. Plenty of girls go alone and just stay with their friends all night."

"You're too pretty to go alone." Shelly smiled. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of offers."

Amy returned the smile and nodded. The only boy she would want to go with is Luke, but that wasn't possible. As the conversation turned back to her brother she imagined him dressed in a sharp tuxedo and herself in a beautiful princess dress.

Amy pictured him gently peeling the dress off of her and kissing her flesh as it came into view. She bit her lip as she let her thoughts drift on for another few minutes until her mother interrupted her fantasy land again.

"Amy, you haven't practiced piano since Luke got here. Are you ready for your recital tomorrow?" Kathryn asked, and then took a sip of tea.

"Oh yes, I have it down pat. Do you guys want to hear?" Amy smiled as she hopped off of the counter.

"Of course we do!" Shelly said cheerfully.

Everyone went to the front room, taking a seat on the sofa and chairs. 

"Daddy, I was going to run through the piece for my recital tomorrow. Would that bother you?"

"No, of course not, baby. Go right ahead," her father answered and muted the television.

Amy stepped across the room and squatted down next to the piano bench. She pulled a stack of sheet music from her tote bag. She looked through it until she found the correct piece of music. She walked back over to her mother and handed it to her so she could look it over. Amy had the piece memorized. 

She smiled at Luke before she turned around. Amy went back to the mahogany baby grand piano, and then lifted the top, exposing the soundboard. She took a seat on the bench, and then gently lifted and pushed back the keyboard cover. 

She warmed up her fingers playing the chromatic scale an octave apart a few times over. She went slow at first, but steadily picked up the pace.

Amy looked back at her mother. Kathryn nodded for her to begin.

Amy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She imagined the first few notes and key signature before she began.

Her fingers went to work on the ivories and her foot on the pedals. Amy's eyes opened back up and she watched her hands move as she played through Beethoven's "Piano Sonata No. 32 in C minor" flawlessly from memory.

Luke just watched, in awe of his sister and her talent. He knew she was good, but not this good. He fell in love with her even more as she performed.

The house was silent except for the music radiating from the piano. Amy's fingers never slipped, hitting every note perfectly, even though the fast runs. The crescendos and decrescendos were magnificently executed. She spilled her emotions into her performance even though it was just for her family.

Amy finished and withdrew her hands from the keyboard. She smiled to herself and nodded. Her family clapped behind her. She slid off of the bench and turned around. Amy took a playful bow as they appraised her.

"That was wonderful!" Shelly exclaimed.

"It was perfect Amy, absolutely perfect," her mother said with a smile.

"That was amazing," Luke added, still consumed by wonderment.

Her father gave her an approving nod and warm smile.

A radiant smile appeared on Amy's face. "Thank you everyone." 

She took the sheet music from her mother and kissed her cheek. She put it away in her bag, and then closed up the piano.




Luke and Amy Ch. 03



"I'm going to go take a shower. If you're not here when I get done," Amy said as she approached Shelly, "have a good night and I'll see you soon."

Amy and Shelly hugged and kissed each other's cheeks. After pulling away, Amy grinned at her brother before taking off upstairs.

Amy stripped herself of her clothing and started the water for her shower. She jumped in and let the hot water run over her for several minutes as she thought about how she would survive after her brother left.

She took her time, washing her hair and standing under the showerhead for several long moments between rinses. Amy shaved, and then cleaned her body and scrubbed at the ink on her breasts for the second time from their record keeping yesterday. The ink washed away completely.

Amy stepped out of the shower and wrapped her wet body in her pink bathrobe. She tied her hair up in a towel. As she washed her face, the idea of Luke not being around entered her thoughts again. She shook them off, reminding herself that she still had a few weeks with him. Also, even though he would be half way across the world, he will still be a phone call away.

Amy blow dried her hair, and then straightened her long brunette mane. She looked over her hair accessories on the counter and plucked a thin hot pink headband from the mix. She set it in her hair, not using it to pull her hair from her face, but just for a stylish effect. She watched herself in the mirror, placing it on her head, and leaving strands of hair framing her cheeks.

Luke continued talking with his mom and Shelly downstairs, answering the same questions he had been probed with by his parents just two nights prior. He didn't mind though, he enjoyed talking about his experiences.

Amy put on a very minimal amount of makeup. She traced her eyes with soft charcoal liner and added just a taste of gray shadow on her eyelids. She put on strawberry lip-gloss, and then popped her lips. She took a look at herself in the mirror and nodded approvingly. She picked up the gloss and brought it to her purse, stuffing it inside.

Amy wandered through her lilac painted room, around the air mattress on the floor that her brother was supposedly sleeping in. She stopped at her jewelry box and fished out a pair of opal teardrop earrings and pendant on a silver chain. Luke had sent her both for her birthday last year. She smiled to herself in the mirror as she put them on.

Then, Amy made her way into her closet. She pulled out a tea-length black dress with a hot pink sash. She draped it over her arm and grabbed a pair of spiked pumps that matched the sash.

She laid both articles out on her bed, and then went to her lingerie drawer. She tapped her lips as she looked over the items inside. Her fingers grasped onto a bright pink satin balconette bra and a pair of matching, high cut bikini panties. Both items had black seams that stood out against the pink. She laughed out loud to herself as she thought about needing more lingerie for her brother to salivate over. She also grabbed a pair of black sheer, lace top, stay up stockings.

Amy laid everything out on her bed, and then took her robe off. She slipped her black rectangular framed glasses on her face. She wiggled the satin panties up on her hips. She looked behind her to the mirror on top of her dresser to check out her bum. The cut was quite high and left more of her cheeks to view than they hid.

She put on her bra, leaning forward as she clasped it behind her. She straightened up and looked down as she propped her large breasts into the cups. She spun around to the mirror and smiled to herself.

"Luke should like this," she said softly with a smile as she ran her hands over her stomach.

She sat down on her neatly made bed and carefully pulled stockings up both of her legs. 

Then, she slipped into her dress and zipped it up. Amy set her hair over her shoulders, watching her reflection. She tied the sash into a bow behind her and the pink line sat just below her bosom. The dress didn't show too much cleavage, but more than enough to keep her brother's eyes occupied. Her push up bra aided the effort as well.

Amy smiled, watching herself in the mirror as she smoothed out the skirt of her dress. A hot pink petticoat peeked out from the hem below her knees. She stepped into her pumps, and then Amy pulled her phone from her purse. She checked the weather for the next several hours, to see if she would need a coat later tonight.

The door to her room suddenly opened and Luke jumped inside. Amy turned to him with a smile painted on her lips. He was floored by his baby sister's beauty.

"Wow," he gasped, closing the door behind him. "Holy, wow."

"Is this too much for tonight?" Amy asked softly.

Luke shook his head, but his eyes remained still. "No. Not at all." His gaze trailed from her bright blue eyes, over her chest and how the sash drew attention to her amazing curves, down to her hot pink high heels, and then back up to her pretty face, drinking in every inch of her. "You look absolutely amazing."

"Really?" Amy blushed, shying away into her shoulder.

Luke stepped up to her and held her face in his hands. "You're a goddess, Amy Davenport. An absolute goddess."

"You aren't so bad yourself, Luke Davenport," Amy responded before his lips met hers.

Their lips melted into each other's as their mouths opened in unison. Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and her tongue slid over his lips and teeth to meet his tongue. The strawberry flavor of her lip-gloss sank into Luke's taste buds as he feasted on her mouth. Both of his hands settled on her hips, bringing her body against his. They savored the first deep kiss they had shared since early this morning.

His tongue was sucked into Amy's mouth, and then she gave him hers. Amy's fingers tickled the back of his neck as she moaned into his mouth. Luke licked and nibbled her lips, savoring the sweet flavor.

He pulled back and smiled down at her. Amy blinked her eyes open and looked into his eyes. Luke trailed his finger over her pink cheek.

"I have some good news," Luke said softly, trailing her jawline.

"What's that?"

"Aunt Shelly kidnapped Mom and Dad and took them out to dinner. They just left."

"Oh really?" Amy smiled wide.

"I want you before we leave," Luke mumbled as he kissed her ear.

She looked over at her alarm clock. "But, it's already past seven. It takes forty minutes to get anywhere this time of day."

"What's your point?" Luke muttered into her ear, and then trailed his tongue up her lobe.

"Guess that's why quickies were invented." Amy giggled.

She pulled out the skirt of her dress and dropped down to her knees before her brother. Her fluffy skirt fluttered out as she fell and it surrounded her as if she was a flower. Luke looked down at her gorgeous face. She smiled up to him as she unbuckled his belt.

Amy undid his fly and pulled his jeans to his feet. She nuzzled her cheek against Luke's hidden package as her hands danced up his legs. She slipped her hands underneath the legs of his white cotton boxer briefs. Her fingers found the waistband and pulled it down from the inside.

His half erect shaft was immediately engulfed by his sister's mouth once it was revealed. She suckled it gently, looking up at his face as she massaged his strengthening erection with her swirling tongue. One hand rested on his thigh and the other cupped his balls.

Luke groaned, looking down at her. His fingers lightly ran through her silky locks as he grew in her caring mouth.

Amy's panties stained with her fluids as she bobbed her head on his cock. He was fully hard now, and she dug his rod into her throat. Luke grunted as his member popped into her soft slick throat and he thrusted his hips into her face.

"You're so good to me Amy," he moaned. His hands settled on her desk and he kept his eyes down her.

Amy smiled with his organ hidden behind her lips. She pulled back and slithered her tongue around his cockhead, and then dove back down. She tugged on his sac and massaged his flesh with her soft palm. She cupped her other hand underneath her chin to keep her drool from staining her dress.

Her tongue fluttered against his shaft as she drew him back inside of her throat. Pleasing him and hearing his groans made her grow even warmer between her thighs. She moaned onto his thick, hard flesh as she fed herself on his cock. She turned her face side to side, grinding his cock as far into her throat as she could. His pubic hair tickled her nose.

"I need your cunt. I need to fuck you, Amy," Luke said between heavy breaths. "I need to be inside you."

Amy giggled as she reared back, leaving his cock smeared with her saliva. She grazed his balls with her nails. She opened her mouth as if she was going to pull off, and then swallowed him whole again.

"Fuck, Amy," he roared.

She made herself gag and her throat convulsed around his meat, clenching it. She batted her lashes as she looked up to him with his entire length buried inside of her throat and her spittle drooled from the corners of her mouth.

"Amy, you're amazing," Luke panted. "Utterly perfect."

Amy slowly pulled her mouth back, suctioning his flesh. Her head turned side to side and her tongue expertly rubbed his veiny cock from every angle she should reach until her mouth popped off.

She lifted her hand and spit into it several times. She was careful not to mess her dress. Amy wiped her mouth, and then clamped her hand around his rigid erection.

She jerked him fast, smearing her silken spittle into his flesh as she spoke, "Fuck your baby sister as hard as you can until you cum, please."

Luke reached down and took her hands, pulling her off of the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her to the edge of her bed. Luke walked with his feet still in his jeans, not caring to take them off.

Amy bent over her bed, resting her hands on the pink and white checkered comforter and feet on the floor. She looked over her shoulder to his face as he pushed the skirt of her dress up and over her hips. The pink petticoat ruffled up against her back. Luke yanked her wet satin panties down to the top of her stocking covered legs.

He sank his rigid erection into her slick, velvet tunnel. He was surrounded with her heat. The both moaned out in ecstasy as they were joined together again.

"Fuck me, Luke," Amy groaned. "Fucking fuck me."

Luke's fingers sank into her hips and he pulled her back onto veiny shaft. Amy rocked her body back onto him, meeting the thrusts of his hips. Her tight cunt suckled his erection, massaging it as she quivered.

"Oh god, yes Luke," Amy screamed out into her bedroom. "Give it to your slutty little sister."

Luke grunted, quickly picking up his pace. He pounded into her and the lewd sounds of her sloppy cunt being rammed filled the air. Amy rolled her hips, grinding his cockhead against her cervix, every time he bottomed out inside of her hole.

"Fuck yes, use me, big brother!" Amy wailed. Her fingers clenched into her comforter, pulling it from the bed.

"You're my personal toy. You were made to be fucked by me," Luke growled.

"I'm your toy, your naughty girl," Amy gasped. Her clothes felt like they had shrunk two sizes on her. "I'm yours Luke, forever. Never stop fucking me, please."

Her oils leaked from her cunt, soaking into his pubic hair and dripping down, staining his thighs.

"I won't, I promise," Luke groaned. His organ throbbed inside of her clenching walls. "You're mine forever Amy."

Amy's legs and arms trembled as he violently fucked her, putting every ounce of his weight behind his thrusts. Luke swatted her ivory ass, spanking her cheeks, turning them bright red as he used her. Amy howled in pleasure with each slap of his hand.

"Give me your cum. I need it please," she begged between labored breaths. "I want your seed. Use your cum rag." She tightened her cunt, milking him with her walls. 

"You're going to wear my cum tonight," Luke roared.

"Yes! Please!" Amy screeched. "I want it."

He pumped her with several heavy thrusts before pulling out. He pushed her panties down to her knees. He stroked his erection, slick with his sister's fluids. He pulled back the lace top of her left stocking. He angled the head of his cock into the gap between the nylon and her creamy thigh.

Amy watched his contorted face as he grunted and groaned. "Please, Luke, empty on me," she begged.

Luke's shaft throbbed in his hand and his balls lofted into his body. "Fucking cockslut," he grunted as he erupted. Ribbons of his pearly seed shot against her thigh and pooled inside of her stocking.

Luke gasped, catching his breath. He let go of the lace and it snapped back against her upper thigh. His white cream spread out against her skin, behind the black nylon.

"That's awesome," Luke said with a smile as he wiped his sweaty brow and admired his handiwork.

"I want to see!" Amy squealed. She lifted herself from the edge of the bed and held her dress up over her hips, rumpled on her arms.

Luke moved out of the way for her and she looked behind her to the mirror. She saw his sticky spunk shielded by the nylon and smeared out in a big glob.

"Oh I like it," Amy beamed. "It's so dirty." She dropped a kiss on her brother's lips. "Our little secret."

"One of the many, my secret slut," Luke said with a grin.

She dropped her dress and smoothed out her skirt. They shared a smile as they both made themselves proper. Luke pulled his jeans and boxer briefs up and buckled his belt.

Amy bounced into the bathroom and dabbed the beads of sweat in her forehead dry with a hand towel. She checked to make sure her eye makeup hadn't smeared. She brushed her hair and centered the pink headband back on her head. She also used a lens cloth on her smudged glasses.

When she returned, Luke was opening the window. She smiled to herself for him thinking ahead, letting her room air out before their parents returned. She quickly straightened out her bedspread and smoothed it out. Amy put a fresh coat of gloss on her lips, and then put her purse over her shoulder.

"I hope you brought a coat with you," Amy said as she went to her closet and retrieved a dark gray, wool trench coat. "It's going to be chilly later tonight."

"I wouldn't come to Chicago without one." Luke dug a coat from one of his suitcases. "You ready to go?"

"Yes sir." Amy grinned wide, playfully saluting him. The smile faded as she looked over at the clock. "We are going to be late. I hate being late."

Luke took her hand and kissed her cheek. "You need to relax about some things," he chuckled as they left her room.

Amy closed the bedroom door with her free hand. "Never." She playfully sneered at her brother.

Luke shook his head as they went down the stairs hand in hand. They both said bye to Penny before they left.

Amy squatted down and petted her head. "No doggie parties while no one is home. I know how you like having your friends over." Penny gave her a big doggie grin, wagging her tail as Amy stood back up. "I'm not kidding. No parties."

Luke laughed and wrapped his arm around her waist. "You're too fucking cute," he mumbled against her temple, before dropping a kiss.

They left the house and Amy locked up the front door. Luke kept his arm around her as they went down the steps to the sidewalk.

"Amy!" A voice rang from a few doors down.

Both of their heads turned quickly. The voice came from Veronica, one of their neighbors on the block. She hurried up to them.

"Hey, Veronica," Amy said with a smile. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"Oh yes, everything is fine. I just saw you out here and was about to call you," Veronica stated, brushing her black hair off of her cheeks. "I have to go out of town for work tomorrow and David is swamped at work."

Amy nodded and kept her smile, she knew what was coming. Her eyes glanced to the front lawn a few doors down. She waved at the boys playing baseball. 

Luke gently rubbed the small of her back and she was reminded of his drying cum on the back of her leg.

"Do you think you could babysit for us Monday and Tuesday night?" Veronica asked.

"Absolutely. Not a problem at all," Amy said. "Do you need me to pick up the kids from school on those days too?"

"That would be fantastic! They hate the bus. You are a total life saver," Veronica replied.

"I'm just okay," Amy said with a sweet smile. "When should I expect David to be home?"

"Hopefully by eight or eight thirty, but it's been really crazy, so there's no guarantee."

"That's perfectly fine. I'll be there to pick them up on both days." Amy reached behind her and tickled the back of Luke's hand. "Would it be okay if Luke stopped by while I was watching them? I bet they would love to play baseball with him."

Veronica's eyes flicked over to him. "Luke! I didn't even recognize you! It's been ages since we saw you last. Timothy and Hunter hadn't even started school yet. Of course you can stop by, they would love it."

Luke gave her a wide smile. "I'd love to come over. I'll work their throwing arms."

"You guys are the best. What would we do without neighbors like you? Thank you again, Amy. David is going to be so relieved."

Luke let go of his sister as Veronica hugged her. Amy hoped she couldn't smell the sticky mess she was hiding.

"It is no problem at all, really. Have a safe trip," Amy said as the hug broke.

Veronica smiled again. They said good-bye and their neighbor went back home. Luke and Amy got into her green Honda Accord. They tossed their coats into the backseat.

As she sat down in the velour seat, she felt the cum smear even more against her thigh. "It's so sticky on my leg," Amy giggled as she buckled her seatbelt.

Luke started up the car and grinned over at her. "I thought you liked behind messy."

"I do. I was just making a statement." She reached over and held her brothers hand that rested on the console.

They left the neighborhood and Luke drove them to Wrigleyville. Music from a rock station came softly through the speakers.

"Ethan and Chris are going to be dumb founded when they see you," Luke said as he took off from a stop light.

"Why?" Amy asked, and then rubbed her glossed lips together.

"Seriously, Squirt?" Luke chuckled as he lightly pressed the brake for a CTA bus. "I was awestruck when I first saw you after over three years. You're fucking sexy as all hell. They aren't going to believe it's you."

Amy squeezed his hand. "That could make for a fun night," she giggled.

"It's going to be a great night either way. I'll be with you." 

He leaned over and kissed her cheek at the next light. "Put your hand in your panties."

Amy gasped. "What? Luke there's cars everywhere."

"You haven't cum all day and I know you were all hot and bothered while I was fucking you." He shrugged as he drove. "Also, I want to see you masturbate."

Amy bit her lip, and then pulled the skirt of her dress up over her thighs. The petticoat scratched against her stockings as she moved her skirt. She slid down in her seat and looked over at her brother. "You make me do the naughtiest things," she commented and playfully shook her head.

"You love doing naughty things for me," Luke said with a wicked grin.

"I do," Amy whimpered as her fingers slipped into her satin panties. "I'm still quite wet."

"You're always wet when you're near me." He placed her hand on her thigh and massaged it gently. "I want to keep you that way."

Amy smoothed out her skirt as much as she could around her arm and his. Then, she closed her eyes as the pads of her fingers found her clitoris. She rubbed it in soft little circles.

Luke glanced back and forth between his sister and the road as he drove. His palm rubbed her inner thigh.

Amy let her mind wander behind her closed eyes, forgetting for the moment about the cars, bicyclists, and pedestrians passing by. She thought about her brother and the trip they were to take for spring break. Her fingers dipped down into her used cunt, gathering her juices as she probed her hole. Her knuckles pressed against the satin.




Luke and Amy Ch. 03



She dropped her head back and moaned softly as her nectar smeared on her fingers. Luke found it harder to concentrate on driving as his sister starting breathing harder.

"Luke, I want to be your girlfriend in the open while we are in Montreal," Amy whimpered, digging two fingers inside of her tunnel. "I want you to kiss me any time you want to. I want you to fuck me in public places." Her other hand found his crotch and rubbed him as she masturbated herself.

"We can do anything you want," Luke said, glancing over at her flushing cheeks.

Amy's sticky fingers returned to her clit, massaging herself. She flicked her sensitive nub back and forth under her fingertips. "I want you to fuck me against a window in our hotel room. Make my fantasy come true."

"We can do that. I just hope someone will be watching us," Luke moaned with her as his shaft stiffened in his jeans.

"I want that so bad," she groaned, working her clitoris in faster circles, and then slowing back down. "You take such good care of me, Luke. I love you. I never want to be with anyone else."

"You don't have to be with anyone else, Amy. I'll take care of you even after I leave."

Amy's head rocked against the seat as she brought herself to the edge, and then crammed her digits back into her dripping tunnel. Her fluids soaked onto her pink satin panties. "How Luke? How will you still take care of me?"

"Phone sex," he groaned as her hand squeezed his cock through his clothing. He gripped, and then rolled his hand onto the steering wheel to keep focus as the air in the car was smothered with the divine scent of Amy's sex. "Webcams, erotic e-mails. There's lots of ways, sweetheart."

Amy's legs trembled as she found her nub again, massaging it furiously, and then slowing back down. "I wrote Derek a story once. Would you like that? Would it get you off to read a dirty story from me?" she mumbled.

"Fuck yes I would. I bet you can write beautiful erotic stories." Luke clenched his jaw as her hand slipped inside his jeans and found his throbbing cock.

Amy stroked him as best she could underneath the confinements of his clothing. She ran her fingers over her slippery, smooth pussy lips. Then, pushed two fingers back inside of her and rubbed them into her squishy walls.

"Just tell me what you want me to write about, and I'll do it for you," she moaned. Her toes curled inside of her shoes. "I want to listen to you jerking off while you read them. We can read the stories out loud together."

"That would be hot," he grunted.

He looked over at her face. He saw her lips trembling and eyelashes fluttering. Her snow white skin on her cheeks and chest had flushed red. Small drops of sweat popped up across her forehead.

"Will you write some for me?" Amy whimpered.

"Yes of course. And I'll want to hear you cumming too while we read it together."

"I will Luke. I'll do anything you want," she panted. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I know. I'll miss you too," Luke bellowed. "We won't be that far apart. You'll always be with me and I'll always be with you."

Her back arched as she found her engorged nub again. She pinched it hard, and then rubbed it back and forth with the pads of her fingers as fast as she could.

"You will be Luke. You'll always be with me," Amy moaned as her chest heaved. Her hand squeezed his hidden erection harder. "Oh goodness, I'm going to cum."

"Do it Amy. Cum in your panties for me. You look so fucking hot right now," Luke groaned. He stopped at a light. "Do it now while I can watch."

"Yes, fuck yes," Amy grunted. "Your baby sister is going to cum for you."

Luke's eyes were glued to her face, silently begging her to finish before the traffic moved again. 

Her mouth dropped open and deep guttural moans escaped from her quivering lips. The skin around her eyes crinkled.

Amy's center was flooded with heat as she got herself off with her fingers. She had forgotten all about people who could be watching. "Oh my goodness," she screamed, dropping her head back. Her nipples swelled so hard they hurt. "Oh Luke, I'm cumming for you." 

She rode out her orgasm as she writhed in the car seat. Her body shuddered and was covered in goose bumps as she met her peak. Her fluids rushed out of her, soaking into her panties. She continued working her clitoris, making her muscles twitch with each flick.

"You look beautiful, Amy," Luke commented with wide eyes, admiring the glow painted heavily across her body. "You are beautiful."

Amy let out a deep breath as she came down. Every centimeter of her flesh was tingling.

Luke's gaze was broken when he was heavily honked at for not going after the light had turned green. His sister's aroma tickled his nostrils as he was forced back into reality. 

"Okay, Okay, I'm going. You wouldn't have moved if you were driving and this was happening in your car." he grumbled about the drivers behind him.

Amy just giggled as she slowly blinked her eyes open. 

She bit her lip and slid her hand down her mound, rubbing her honey into each of her fingers. Once her hand was coated in her juices, she pulled her hand from her panties and the other from her brother's pants.

She licked her index finger, and then looked over a Luke. "I taste yummy. Do you want to taste me?"

"Yes please," Luke said with a smile. 

Amy turned on her seat and held her hand in front of his mouth. She smiled, watching him lick and suck each of her fingers as he drove.

"I'm sorry I teased your cock. I couldn't help it. Do you want to pull over? I'll text Ethan and tell him we will be late," Amy said kindly, rubbing his lips with the pads of her fingers.

He kissed her fingers as he answered, "No. It was your turn. I'll be fine. I can wait until we get home." He sucked two of her fingers behind his lips. He licked and suckled her fingers until he had swallowed all of her nectar.

Amy brought her hand away from his mouth, and then she pulled a napkin from the console. She wiped her hands before straightening her skirt back out. She turned the air conditioning on high so they could both cool off before reaching their destination.

Amy played with her birthstone necklace as she relaxed, taking deep breaths as the cold hair hit her face. Luke's shaft softened as the annoyance of trying to find a parking space on Clark Street consumed his mind.

He parallel parked at a metered spot. It was a tight fit. He gently kissed the bumpers of both cars as he expertly squeezed in. It was an acceptable behavior in the city.

"I still got it," Luke cheered with glee in his voice and his hands pattering against the wheel after he had fit into the space.

His sister grinned and gave him a thumbs up. Then, she flipped down the visor to check her hair. She brushed through her chestnut locks with her fingers and adjusted her headband. Then, she pushed her glasses up on her nose and put a fresh coat of strawberry gloss on her lips.

Luke got out first and came over to her door. He extended his hand, Amy smiled as she took it and he helped her out of the car. Her dress cascaded down just past her knees and the petticoat peeked out beneath the hem. He kissed her cheek, and then waited for her return.

Amy dug her debit card from her wallet and put it into the meter. She got a receipt and gave it to Luke. He put it on the dashboard, and grabbed their coats from the backseat. Then, he locked the doors to her car.

Amy took his hand. She thought for a second about the fact that it could be weird for a brother and sister to hold hands. She decided it wasn't, clearly remembering that he would hold her hand when they walked home from elementary school. 

Luke smiled and squeezed her soft, slender hand. Their coats were draped over his other arm.

The streets buzzed with a lot of people. It was still early and would even get crazier. Loud music came from bars and clubs as they walked down the sidewalks. The red line El train rattled on the tracks as it passed in the distance.

They passed by Wrigley field and Luke intertwined his fingers with hers. As they walked together, Amy's stocking pulled against her leg against the dried stain beneath her dress.

"The field looks so lonely without the lights on," Amy said as they walked down the sidewalk next to the stadium, her heels clicked against the concrete.

"It sure does. Remember when Dad and Grandpa would take us to games when we were little?" Luke squeezed her soft hand.

"Of course I do." Amy closed in the distance between them. "We would eat hot dogs and peanuts until our stomachs hurt. Then, we begged for ice cream," she laughed.

Luke kissed her temple. "Dad never let us have ice cream. But, Grandpa got it for us when Dad went to the restroom."

Amy chuckled. "And then, he came back so mad. Grandpa would just shrug and smile."

"He spoiled us rotten, didn't he?" Luke grinned.

"A little bit. But, I think we deserved it," his sister giggled. "Most of the time at least."

They arrived at a bar that was across the street from the outfield of Wrigley. Ethan and Chris were waiting outside for them.

Amy slipped her hand out of Luke's as they approached his friends.

"Hey, man," Ethan greeted him. Then, he gave him a manly hug.

"Dude, it's been way too long," Chris said, and then gave his friend a similar hug.

Luke smiled at them both as he told them that he missed them and wished they would come visit him some time.

Amy quickly sized up her brother's best friends she hadn't seen in years and grew up with. Ethan was the shorter of the two. He was stout with long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and had green eyes. Chris was taller than her brother. He had short dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, and well defined muscles that were visible even through his clothes. Both of them were dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. 

In her eyes, her brother was far more handsome than either of them.

She smiled as Ethan and Chris looked her up and down. She could tell they were drinking her in.

Ethan looked back over to Luke. "That's not Amy."

"That's definitely not Amy," Chris chimed in. "What happened to little Squirt and her pigtails."

Her brother laughed and wrapped his arm around her, bringing her against his side. "Trust me, this is Amy."

Amy giggled and stayed quiet. She knew her brother's friends were checking her out. She could see their eyes wandering over her body. 

"If you're Amy," Chris teased, "what was the name of the baseball team Luke and I played on in fourth grade?"

She playfully rolled her eyes. "Orioles. Give me a harder one."

"I got one," Ethan said. "What was my first car?"

Luke grinned. He was thoroughly entertained by this charade.

"A midnight blue Mustang with white leather interior," Amy retorted quickly. "It was your dad's and you couldn't believe that he actually gave it to you." She crossed her arms, teasingly raising her brow.

"Damn, she's good," Ethan chuckled.

"She remembers everything. It's a little filing cabinet in here." Luke tapped his sister's temple.

Amy giggled. "Give me a harder one." She smiled wide, knowing she could answer anything.

"Oh! I got a better one," Ethan said, determined to stump her. "What kind of sandwich would I eat at your house in elementary school?"

Amy shook her head. "I said harder. It was bologna, American cheese, mayonnaise, and white bread. You wouldn't have one if it was wheat."

"Damn," Ethan and Chris said in unison.

"Give me one more, this is fun." Amy smiled.

"Okay, tell me," Chris paused, taking a quick glance at her breasts while he thought. "What is my older brother's full name?"

"Full name," Amy grinned, "that would be, Fredrick Edward Samuel," she put extra stress on the second middle name, "Patterson the fourth." She pointed at Chris as she continued, "And, you always thought he got more respect because he was 'the fourth.'"

Chris shook his head, perplexed. 

Luke rubbed her bare upper arm. "I told you, filing cabinet," he chuckled as he pulled her closer. His eyes took a quick glance at the shadowed line in the middle of her cleavage.

She giggled softly, looking back and forth between her brother's friends.

"Okay, Amy, just one more, you'll never get this one," Ethan said with a sure smile. He waited until she nodded for him to go on. "What was my sixth goldfish's name?"

Amy closed her eyes. Her lips moved as she named the first five in her head. She opened her eyes and looked into Ethan's. "Alberto," she replied confidently.

Ethan threw his arms up in the air. "I give up. Come here and give me a hug."

Amy stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around her brother's friend. She rubbed her bosom into his chest just slightly as he hugged her tight.

"I want one too," Chris playfully whined.

Amy stepped away from Ethan and went to Chris. She hugged him in the same fashion. She felt his fingers clench into her back, a bit too tight to be a friendly hug.

Amy stepped away with a smile on her lips, and then went back to Luke's side.

Her brother patted the small of her back. "Now that you guys have confirmed this is really Amy, let's go have a beer."

The group took a few steps up to the door. The doorman was at the entrance, he was a big man with a shaved head. He looked like he could take care of any bad situation. 

"Hey, Chuck," Ethan said. "This is who I was talking about."

Luke gently nudged Amy forward. Her feet shuffled under her before she moved on her own.

"She's my friend's sister. He's in town from Europe and his sister is our designated driver tonight," Ethan said coolly.

The doorman looked Amy up and down, keeping his arms crossed at his chest. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," she replied nervously, clasping her hands together in front of her.

"Are you going to drink even a sip of alcohol tonight?" Chuck asked firmly.

"No sir. Not a drop. I swear," she kept her voice soft.

The doorman chuckled. "You don't have to call me sir. Go have fun. But, I lose my job if they find out I let an underage person in and even worse if you drink. I like my job and my freedom."

"Yes sir. I mean Chuck." Amy blushed. "I'll be good. Thank you." She smiled sweetly.

Everyone walked inside. The bar was full of people enjoying the warm evening. Sports memorabilia adorned the walls and music played at a friendly level from the jukebox. They took a seat at a high table next to a massive open window next to the patio. The light was dim as bars typically were.

Amy hopped up into the steep chair. Luke held onto the back of it for her while she hooked her heels into the rail and smoothed out her skirt before sitting down. Luke took a seat on her right. Ethan and Chris sat across from them.

The waitress was perky and attentive. She took the guys' beer orders and a diet pop for Amy and promptly returned carrying all of the glasses with only her hands. Luke was elated to receive his first Sam Adams in its complementary glass. He tasted the amazing difference and commented on the deliciousness to his friends. 

When the El train rumbled overhead, it blocked out any possibility for conversation. The noise made it impossible to hear anything more than an inch from your ear.

During their first round of beers, Luke caught his friends up on his life in Germany. He told them stories about visiting Amsterdam and his first roommate. He also lightly touched on the kinkiness of some women he had met.

During the conversation Amy could feel their eyes on her. She liked the attention. They weren't being rude, just glancing at her face and chest. Amy was very aware that she had a very nice set of tits and didn't mind their prying eyes. She sat up a bit taller, luring Ethan and Chris to look at her.

When the train came by, Amy leaned over and whispered sweet dirty things into her brother's ear.

Amy liked how they grinned at her and she smiled back. She knew they remembered her as Luke's dorky kid sister who always wanted to tag-a-long. They always gave him a hard time for letting her join in on their fun. Now, she was a stone cold fox, and they were still flabbergasted by how much she had blossomed.

When the waitress arrived with the next round, the conversation moved to different topics.

Amy excused herself to the restroom. She made her way to the back of the bar, squeezing between patrons.

"Luke, I've gotta ask." Ethan leaned over the dark stained wood table. "Slap me if you want to," he chuckled, "would it be okay if I asked Amy out?"

Luke felt like a spear had jabbed his gut. It wasn't that it was Ethan asking, but rather, the image of Amy with any other man at all.

He forced himself to laugh. "Dude, no. That's my little sister. I don't think you're her type, plus you're like a brother to her."

Ethan nodded in acceptance.

"If she was my sister, I don't think I could not," Chris paused, thinking of the proper way to say what he was thinking. "I don't think I could not avoid passing that unacceptable line."

Luke really laughed that time. Little did they know, he had fucked Amy almost every moment he could since he had been home. 

"Well, it's not hard really. I still see her as little Squirt, you know. I can see that she's grown up into a," he stopped speaking as the train rolled passed. "I can see that she's all grown up now and is extremely, well, hot." He feigned a shudder. "But it's like blinders." He took a sip of his dark lager.

"You have more self-restraint than I would." Chris chuckled and raised his glass. "To, self-restraint."

"To, self-restraint," all three men clinked their glasses together, and then gulped down some beer.

Amy returned a few moments later. Luke helped her, holding her chair as she positioned her dress before sitting down.

She rested her elbow on the table and propped her head up with her knuckles against her jaw. "What are you boys talking about?" Amy asked, spinning the straw in her soda.

"Nothing, just about how Ethan wants to ask you out." Luke found her knee under the table and caressed it through her skirt, then quickly took his hand away.

"Hey!" Ethan shouted.

Amy threw her head back in laughter. Then, she looked into Ethan's eyes. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to be mean. It's just that, you know, you're almost as much of a brother to me as Luke is. But, I do appreciate the offer."

"I understand. I meant it as more of a joke anyway." He chuckled and punched Luke's bicep.

"Sure you did," Luke said from behind his beer glass.

Their chat went back and forth, jokingly harassing Ethan. Chris joined in, but the siblings knew he was thinking the same thing.

Amy reached her hand over the table and put it on Ethan's hand. "Okay, let's change the subject and stop picking on poor Ethan." 

She smiled to him. She saw the warmth he felt from her touch by the look in his eyes.

"What do you suggest, Squirt?" Luke asked. Then, he polished off his beverage.

She withdrew her hand, lightly scratching her nails along Ethan's flesh on the way. "Hmm..." she paused for a brief moment. "How about everyone tells the story of their first kiss?"

"That's a girly type of conversation." Chris laughed.

"No it's not. It'll be fun." Amy grinned as she rocked the curved soles of her shoes on the bar of her chair. "You start, Chris."

Chris ran his fingers through the condensation at the bottom of his glass. "Well, I was fourteen. You guys remember Christine, right?"

Both Luke and Ethan's jaws hit the floor. Christine was the token hot girl in their class. Long blonde hair, cheerleader, shimmering blue eyes, and she was always tanned. She was the girl every teenage male with raging hormones fantasized about and wished that she would so much as notice them.

Chris chuckled at his friend's faces before he continued. "She lived next door at the time. We would do homework together sometimes. One day I was at her house and we were in her room," he was cut off as the train went over.




Luke and Amy Ch. 04



"Amy, can you turn that thing off, please," Luke mumbled in his sleepy haze. 

He stretched his arm over, expecting to touch her naked flesh. Instead, he felt soft pink sheets.

Luke blinked his heavy eyes open and sat up on one elbow. He reached over and turned off the alarm clock. 

As his eyes started clearing, he noticed a small white sheet of paper on her pillow. He picked it up, and then rested his head down on her pillow. He breathed in her scent from her pillow as he read the bright pink words written in his sister's flowing handwriting.

"I wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but Mom and Dad might find that odd. You'll have to settle for breakfast at the table. I hope you don't mind. See you soon." The letter was signed with a heart.

Luke smiled as his loving sister filled him with warmth. 

He folded the note and peeled himself out of the bed. He stepped around the air mattress on the floor, and then stuffed the note deep into one of his suitcases while finding clean garments. 

He went to shower, and it was still damp from Amy's turn earlier in the morning. It still smelled like her gentle soap and sweet shampoo. He cleansed himself of the sex they shared the night before. He hated to lose her scent, but there was always more. 

He hopped out of the shower and roughly towel dried his hair. He considered shaving the growing scruff on his face. It was filling in as a beard better than he thought it would. After running a hand through its coarse texture, he decided to leave it for another day.

Luke returned to Amy's room. A beckoning smell had filtered upstairs. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs.

"Bacon," Luke chuckled with an exhale. His stomach rumbled for nourishment. 

After he slipped into a pair of red sweat pants and a dark blue t-shirt, he headed downstairs.

The aroma grew even stronger. It mixed wonderfully with pancakes, eggs, and sausage.

Luke smiled as he saw his sister at the stove through the kitchen's archway. He paused for a moment, just watching her cook in her pink PJ pants. White hearts covered the fabric and she matched it with a long sleeve pink t-shirt. There were visible lines of a sports bra underneath her shirt.

"Hey, Squirt," Luke said as he approached her. "What's for breakfast?"

Amy looked over at him, smiling wide. She pushed her glasses up her nose with the back of her hand. 

"Just a little Sunday morning something," she replied. Her blue eyes sparkled in the morning sun filtering in through the window over the sink.

Luke grinned and reached his hand around her. He snatched a cooling slice of bacon from a paper plate.

"Luke!" his sister playfully screeched. "Can't you wait five more minutes?"

She swatted his arm with her spatula.

"Nope," Luke said, and then took a bite of the crispy strip. He smiled as he chewed.

Amy rolled her eyes and exhaled in a sarcastic heavy sigh. Her brother even found her cute when she was playing the bratty, annoyed teenager role.

"Well, make yourself useful," Amy said as she waved the spatula in the air, "grab some plates and silverware."

He finished his snack, and then gathered the items to set the table.

Amy finished flipping the last pancake, and then made them glasses of orange juice.

Her brother helped bring all of the items to the cherry wood table. Their father was reading the "Chicago Sun-Times." He had the full paper in front of him, except for the crossword page. Kathryn had already started filling out her answers with a ballpoint pen.

"Amy, this is wonderful," her mother said as her children sat down for breakfast.

"Thank you," Amy replied with a smile. She took a blueberry pancake and put it on her own plate. "I thought it would be a nice Sunday morning surprise for everyone."

Luke built his plate with every item on the table. 

Amy enjoyed cultivating her culinary skills. She regularly experimented with new recipes, and perfected the family's favorite comfort foods.

Her brother remembered her always baking cookies and other delectable treats that satisfied a child's sweet tooth. She was always helping her mother in the kitchen, eager to learn. 

"I'm so glad you guys still read the paper," Luke said, and then took a mouthful of sausage.

Phil chuckled, "People make fun of me all the time. I don't like using technology to read. I feel like an idiot dragging my finger across the damned screen."

Amy giggled, and then sipped her orange juice before speaking. "Dad, I agree. You did look pretty annoyed when you tried it that one time."

"I like holding a newspaper in my hand. No one is going to steal the paper or a book from me," he laughed with his family. "If they want it they can have it."

"I think it's sexy that you still read the paper," Kathryn said, smiling at her husband across the table.

The siblings smiled. Their parents were always kissing when they were growing up and showing their affection for each other. They understood very well that they loved one another. They chewed their food, letting their parents have their moment.

"I think it's sexy that you finish the crossword puzzle every day," Phil said, returning the smile. "However, I know Amy helps you sometimes."

"Not always. Mom does a lot of it on her own," Amy complimented her mother.

"Thanks, Amy," her mother said, and then sipped her coffee. 

Everyone ate in silence for a few minutes.

"Did you guys have fun last night?" Phil asked, breaking the silence, and then looked at his children as he shoveled in another full fork.

Luke looked over at Amy. The image of her on her back, looking up at him with lust filled eyes begging him to touch her in front of his friend flashed through his mind. "Touch me lower, Luke," his sister whispered in his head.

He saw her body writhing with the pleasure of her orgasm, her gasps for air, and her beckoning of him to cum for her. 

Luke's cock stirred beneath his boxers. He took a moment to silently praise himself for wearing sweatpants.

"Oh yes, a lot of fun. The bar we went to was really nice. Luke was happy because he got a special glass for his beer," Amy's tone was cheerful as she talked with her father. "I think Ethan and Chris missed Luke a lot more than we did," she concluded. 

She glanced over at her brother, and then back to her father.

"I bet they did," Kathryn commented between bites.

Luke stayed quiet. He couldn't help the lewd images that shuttered through his mind from the prior evening. The events played through his mind like a flip book.

He could taste the salt of her sweat on his tongue. He could hear her breaths changing tones. He heard Amy's mouth moaning the nastiest words. 

He heard her telling him she never wanted to be with anyone else.

"Thanks for letting us stay over at Ethan's for a while. They had another two beers and played video games." Amy paused to sip her juice. "Ethan and Luke seemed to be having a good time. I was reading articles on my phone the whole time."

Luke forced himself to come out of the fog that consumed his mind. He stared at his plate, thinking about anything other than lurid thoughts. If he even looked at his sister, he would imagine the warmth of her body against him.

"Do you think you guys will go out again?" Kathryn asked, filling in a row of boxes with the letters "M-E-L." 

She looked to him once she had finished. "You need to see them more than once, Luke."

"Yes, of course I will. They said they are always around, and just to let them know," Luke said as calmly as he could. Then, he filled his mouth with syrup coated pancake-y goodness.

Amy ate quietly, cutting her pancakes into bites, and then running the piece through a squeeze worth of real maple syrup on the corner of her plate. She didn't like her pancakes getting soggy.

"Just don't make any plans for next weekend," Kathryn said.

"What's next weekend?" Luke asked, covering his chewing mouth.

Kathryn had already taken a bite of food. 

Amy answered for her, "Wendy's wedding."

"Wendy?" Luke nearly choked on his food. He kept his mouth concealed. "As in our cousin?"

Amy nodded, causing her messy damp hair to dance on her shoulders. "Don't you listen to anything I tell you when I call?"

Her brother finally swallowed.

"I do. But, a lot of the time it's after midnight and I've just gotten back from the bar. It gets a bit hazy," Luke said behind a teasing grin. "Also, weddings are boring."

Amy had the urge to throw her napkin at him, but she just chuckled and sneered back. 

"Well, now that you're awake and sober this time. Yes, Wendy is getting married. If you can't remember all the details that I've been telling you, about how it's weird and mom thinks her fiancé is a bit of a nut case," she paused to point at her brother with a brow raised, "then you really need to pay heed. I didn't mention it just once."

"Luke, you really do," his mother added with a chuckle.

Amy gave her mom a nod for taking her side. They shared a smile.

Phil just shook his head, and passed over an article pertaining to the perfect color to wear at a spring wedding, ironically enough. He slightly cocked his head to the side, but didn't make any further mention to it.

"I pay plenty of attention. Just sometimes, there's too much information to absorb at once," Luke defended himself. "We don't all have brains like Squirt does."

"Hey! I like my brain." Amy wailed cheerfully, pointing an egg filled fork at her brother. "And for someone who is bilingual, you sure are spotty." 

She paused for a measured sip of orange juice, straightened her posture, and said, "Maybe you're just jealous."

Luke loved the glitter in her eyes. "I am, Amy. Want the honest truth?"

Amy nodded, and then held her fork aloft as she listened.

"You can do absolutely anything you want," her brother said, trying to not let his voice sound too loving. "Anything. You're so lucky. I know you work hard, but seriously. With your worth ethic, on top of your gifts," he finished with a shrug, "there is nothing you can't do. I'm just going to school and teach English in Germany."

Amy's heart melted. She looked over to her mom who was smiling softly. She turned her eyes back to her brother. 

"That isn't a bad thing to do. You like it. That's what matters." She smiled to Luke, and then looked down at her neatly cut pancakes. 

She took a bite and chewed before looking back up to him. "Back to the point of the conversation, Wendy's wedding is this Saturday. The guy is a bit of a well," she looked over at her mom. "How would you describe him?"

Kathryn shook her head and blushed. "Don't make me say it Amy," she chuckled.

"Glue-sniffer," Phil said from the other end of the table.

Both of the siblings laughed. Kathryn shook her head and stabbed at a sausage patty.

"Anyways," their mother stressed the word. "The wedding is Saturday and it will be a perfect time for you to see all of your relatives."

"Sounds good to me. It's much better than driving all over and seeing everyone one at a time," Luke said, and then gulped down the last of his orange juice.

The Davenports finished up their breakfast. Amy and her mother worked on the giant Sunday crossword. Luke and his father talked about the off season pick-ups for the Cubs, which was a bag of screws and a reduced burden on the catering table, according to Phil.

Luke went upstairs while Amy made a preemptive strike against the dirty dishes. He found his suit travel bag that Amy had hung up in her closet.

He tried not to think about his sister while he dressed himself, which was not an easy task, being in her room. The sheets were pulled back and rumpled up on the bed. He could see her fluids that had stained into her sheets from the last few nights. 

It had only been three days and he felt a love for her that he knew that no one could ever duplicate. It tangled the web of the incestuous affair he and his sister had begun. 

He knew he loved her. He wanted her as his and she wanted him. They always shared an unconditional love for the other and now it had grown deeper and more profound.

He buttoned up a black and white striped dress shirt, and then carefully tied his charcoal gray tie in a half windsor knot. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he remembered one of the days he promised Amy that he would always protect her.

They were both kids and attending a day camp summer program that kept them busy while their parents worked. They went to parks and swimming pools, sometimes field trips to the city's renowned museums and Lake Michigan. 

Amy had friends in her age groups, but during the large activities, she had to be at her brother's side. She always felt safe when she was near him. He would often hold her hand when they were together.

They visited the Field Museum of Natural History, on a humid, late July day. 

Amy loved studying and reading every single plaque at every single exhibit by the time she was seven-years-old. Luke would always try to pull her along but she refused to move until she had learned everything she could.

He didn't mind taking time through the dinosaur exhibits. He would teach Amy even more that he knew about each species. The Brontosaurus was her favorite. She always told him that they seemed the most gentle. He was a fan of the Tyrannosaurus Rex and Stegosaurus.

After a lunch in the cafeteria of peanut butter and honey sandwiches from their parents, the group continued through the museum. 

They made their way into the maze of ancient Egyptian artifacts. Amy felt a little timid entering into the area. Luke still vividly remembered the stale smell of the exhibit, and the trapped feeling that the corridors provided.

His sister looked wide eyed at the mummies hidden behind the glass displays. The small artifacts like treasures and statues she handled with more composure. 

Luke was quietly ripped away from her side by his friends because they wanted to "show him something really cool." She was left looking at a display of mummification tools.

After his friends let him go, he had lost the way back to her in the maze of the white walls and glass panes shielding people from the exhibits.

When he got back to her, the area was dormant. He found her hiding in the corner of two glass panes. Both of them were opened coffins. She had her knees pulled up to her chest to hide her face. 

Luke sat down on the floor next to her and asked her what happened. 

From what she said, he gathered that while she was looking at the mummification artifacts, her brain went on overdrive. She was thinking about the process of what they did and it bothered her to see what they used. She had seen a video in class about the steps, and it made her nauseous at the time.

When she looked for him, he was gone. She wandered through the floor a little bit and ended up where she was. Because she was already paranoid, she got an even bigger fright from seeing something move in the display. 

She said that she knew it wasn't real and that her mind was playing tricks on her. But, because he wasn't there and she felt alone, she was scared. She didn't want to keep walking for fear of getting lost.

Luke promised her he'd never let go of her hand again and told her that he would always be there to protect her from anything, even mummies that have been dead for several millennia. 

He smiled to himself about those memories, and then slipped on a dark gray, almost black suit jacket that matched his slacks. 

Amy knocked on the door and nudged it open. "Hey, are you done getting dressed in there?" she asked. 

Her parents were still in the kitchen.

"Yeah," Luke hollered back. 

Amy slipped into the room and smiled after seeing her brother dressed in a suit for the first time since he went to his senior prom. His date's dress was orange. Orange was not a good color on him.

She smiled wide and whispered, "Goodness brother, you clean up nicely," as she sashayed by him in her pajama bottoms on the way to the restroom. Her hand dragged down his tie and pulled on it just a touch.

Luke grinned, trying not to think about pushing her over the counter as she plugged in her hair straightener. He sat down on her bed and slipped a pair of shiny black dress shoes on. He quickly tied the thin laces. 

Amy returned from the restroom and he hopped up so she could make her bed. She dropped little kisses on his lips every time she passed him. The kisses continued as she walked back and forth, collecting her clothes and laying them out on her bed.

"Alright, it's time for you to shoo so it doesn't look like we've seen each other naked," Amy whispered, pecking his lips and pushing him towards the door. 

Luke headed down the stairs and to the front room. His parents had gone to get ready. He played fetch with Penny and her favorite ball, lightly tossing it across the room. His thoughts wandered on to the weeks ahead, curious as to what he and his sister were in for.

He thought for a few moments about what he and his sister really would be if this wasn't just a fling for a month. He didn't think it was, not by the words they have shared. 

Luke smiled to himself, thinking about the daily midnight phone calls he would receive. He didn't want her to be sad because she missed him, but at the same time, it filled him with a calming sense of quiet warmth to know how loved he was.

His father came out of the bedroom and interrupted his daydreams. 

"I swear I can't keep up with your mother's schedule. Don't ever feel bad about forgetting a thing or two when you get married," Phil said, as he sat down in his recliner. He was dressed in his Sunday best. His shaved head glistened in the natural lighting. 

Luke chuckled, carefully picking up the slobbery tennis ball. "What did you forget, Dad?" he asked as he tossed it, entertaining the yellow lab.

"Nothing really. She just knows all of the events that are happening. For instance, we are going to dinner with Shelly and Frank after Amy's recital," his father said. "She keeps the schedules and I just go where she tells me to, it seems. That's what it feels like at least."

"So you're saying that Mom keeps your social life busy and it's kept in a nice calendar for you," Luke chuckled.

"That's pretty much how it is, son," Phil said with a smile.

His mother emerged from her bedroom a few minutes later. She had her blonde hair pulled back into a low ponytail that was held by a barrette. Her children had the same bright eyes that she did. 

Kathryn was a graceful woman. It was one of the many qualities his dad always provided when he was asked why he fell in love with her.

Luke's eyes turned to the stairs as he heard Amy's door close. He loved watching her come down, admiring the curves of her body from afar and how she oozed sexuality in absolutely anything she wore.

Amy never wore clothes that were slutty by any means. The clothes didn't make the woman. In Amy's case, the woman made the clothes. Her parents would die if they saw her in revealing clothing. She never really thought about dressing more provocatively. She liked her girl-next-door style.

His sister was dressed in a plum purple dress that held her torso snugly and hung loosely at her mid-calf. Her bare shoulders were covered with a tight, black, cropped jacket that's sole purpose was to cover her arms. Her cleavage was appropriately on display, it was impossible to hide entirely. Black pumps donned her feet over nude stockings.

Amy smiled to him, and then the rest of her family as she reached the bottom of the stairs. 

"Is it okay if we take two separate cars?" she asked, and then handed Luke his overcoat. "I told Michael that I could stop by the music store and pick up something for him before the recital this afternoon."

"Sure," Phil said, and then rose from his seat with a grunt.




Luke and Amy Ch. 04



Amy handed Luke her car keys as they walked down the sidewalk to her car. The sun was bright, but the wind had an extra chill to it. Amy buttoned her trench coat all the way up and tied the belt across her waist. They waved to their parents before getting into the car.

Luke ignited the engine and looked over at his sister. "You look ravishing," he said with a smile, pulling out of the parking space.

"In this?" Amy giggled. "You're too sweet." 

She lightly traced over the back of his hand with her fingertips as their parents drove in the car behind them.

"Amy, you could make a trash bag look hot," Luke commented as he rubbed her soft hand with his thumb. "And that dress is definitely not a trash bag."

"Just wait till you see the dress for my recital later." Amy shot him a flirty wink.

The car rolled to a stop at a light. 

"Can I have a hint?" Luke asked with playful puppy eyes.

She tapped her lip for a moment with a sly smile painted on her lips, "Hmm... Well, it's black."

"That's not much a hint," he chuckled.

"I can't spoil the surprise," Amy said, intertwining her fingers with his. "By the way, you look very handsome."

Luke softly accelerated when the light turned green. He saw his dad's car in the side mirror coming around to pass him. He let go of Amy's hand and placed both hands on the wheel. 

"I'd love to have a handsome man like you be my date to Wendy's wedding," Amy said softly, smiling over at her brother.

"Your date? I think that could be done. Do I get to dance with you?" Luke slowed down a little, letting another car in between him and his father's. He reached over and took Amy's hand again.

"I would sure hope so. But your hands will have to straddle my equator," she giggled. "We will just have to imagine them traveling to my Tropic of Capricorn."

The siblings shared a grin, and then held hands the rest of the way to the church they had grown up in.

Phil had made it through the stoplight. Amy grinned over at her brother. She waited until her father's car was out of view, and then leaned over to drop one last kiss on his lips.

She smiled as she sat back down in her seat and squeezed her brother's hand.

Luke turned onto the street and parked at the end of the row of cars. Both he and Amy got out of the car and met their parents on the sidewalk. Together, everyone walked next to the giant open field behind the church that looked beautiful when it was covered in a winter blanket.

Amy walked next to her mother with Luke on the other side. She tried not to think about wanting to hold his hand as they approached the limestone church. 

She looked over to her brother and they shared a smile as they joined the larger mass of people at the doors.

Phil held the door open for his family, and they passed into the vestibule.

Before stopping at the Holy Water, Amy silently told herself to not think about her brother and the filthy things she wanted to do to him.

After Crossing themselves, the family entered into the chapel. Amy smiled upon seeing the beautiful arched ceilings and the amazing woodwork that it entailed. She always loved the artistry in the stained glass windows. When she was young she would stare at them and pick out all of the different colors she could. 

The Davenports took a seat in the center section of the maple pews. Luke stayed at his sister's side as she was next to her mother, with their father on the end, just as it always was, the two males shielding their precious cargo.

Luke looked down at his hands once mass began. He tried to keep clear thoughts and listen to the priest's Homily. But, he couldn't. He thought about his loving sister who was always proud of him, even though she was the one who really needed praising.

Amy's thigh softy pressed against his and her eyes stayed on the altar. Luke glanced over. He could tell she was listening and absorbing what was going on around her. He smiled inwardly. She always had a way of shutting everything off and focusing.

He turned his eyes away from her, and then he looked back down at his hands. His silent thoughts led to what his sister really is to him.

"What is this to her? She loves me. Yes, I know that. I may call her a cockslut and other disgusting, filthy names."

Luke lifted his head for a moment and looked up to the rose window above The Crucifix. "I just called my sister a cockslut in church," he thought to himself, trying to keep a straight face, nodding towards Heaven. 

"Sorry, God," he said to anyone who could be listening to his thoughts.

"But it is true. She is. And damn, do I love her for it," Luke shook his head gently as he rested back into the pew.

The voice in his head continued babbling, "But, that's not the only reason. Amy's, well Amy. Why wouldn't I love her?" He looked at her from the corners of his eyes. "How could you not love her? Any man would kill to have her. But she says she belongs to me. She wants to be mine."

Luke smiled to himself. His thoughts wandered for a few more minutes until Amy nudged him to stand for a hymn.

She already had the book open and held it between them. Luke listened to her sing more than he sang himself.

After receiving the Eucharist, Luke and Amy knelt next to each other. He watched her for a brief moment. Her eyes were closed and her lips moved softly as she prayed. He silently complimented her beauty in his before he said his prayer.

Between standing and sitting for the rest of mass, Luke thought deeply about her and the love he felt in his soul.

He knew there was no other woman he could have so much love for. He had loved her since the first time he touched his mother's belly. It was his first paramount memory.

The intensity of his love thumped in his chest as his mind wandered to what this was doing to Amy. He started to wonder if what they had begun was corrupting her. The strongest desire in his life was to always protect his baby sister. He wondered if he was he was his own arch nemesis.

The haze in his mind suddenly cleared when he turned to the people around him and said, "Peace be with you," over and over.

Amy shook his hand last and he saw the glitter in her eyes that she had developed the last few days. He smiled seeing her love.

"Peace be with you," Amy said softly to her brother as she gently took his hand. 

"And also with you," Luke said with a smile.

He squeezed her hand just slightly before she slipped her palm out of his. Amy hugged his fingers with hers as she slowly pulled away.

Mass ended with the usual fanfare.

Luke gently placed his hand on her back as they filed out of the chapel to the steps behind the door. Luke silently prayed that his mother wouldn't make him say hello to people. Amy saved him.

"We need to get going to the store, I have some stuff to take care of before my recital," Amy said as she tied the belt on her coat.

"Okay, Amy," her mother replied. "See you back at home."

Amy kissed her parents goodbye on their cheeks, and then she and her brother went to the sidewalk. Luke kept his hands at his sides as they walked amongst a small herd of people.

Amy looked up at her brother a few times, but they stayed silent until they reached her car.

After sliding inside and buckling up, her eyes turned to him. "Are you okay? It looks like something is bothering you."

Luke started the car. He collected his thoughts quickly before he spoke. He didn't want to put anything in her mind that could worry her or make her not be able to focus while she performed.

He pulled out of the parking space before he spoke. "I was thinking about something while we were at church."

"Okay," Amy said softly with concern in her voice.

Luke took her hand once they had entered back onto the main road. "It's not bad. I just need to ask you something, and I need your honest answer." 

"You know I always have honest answers," she replied.

Luke swallowed as he formed his words. He drove in the general direction of the music store that he remembered taking her to all the time. Amy waited patiently for him to speak.

"Okay, you know I love you, like really love you," Luke said with veiled tranquility. He glanced over at her, and then back at the windshield.

"Yes. I love you too."

"I just don't want to hurt you. That's all," his words were soft and gentle. "I need to know what you think this is."

Amy brushed the hair off of her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. She kept her face turned to him. He looked back and forth between the road and her eyes.

"First off, you can never hurt me," Amy said. "Second, honestly, I've been thinking of that too."

"You have?" Luke asked, slightly surprised. Then, he shook his head realizing why that shouldn't surprise him. Her mind was always working angles and keeping active. "What were you thinking?"

"Well, frankly, you're my boyfriend aren't you? When you take away the fact that you're my brother, you're my lover, aren't you?" Amy's voice was calm and her thoughts were collected.

Luke pressed the brake to stop at a light. "Yes, I am." He looked over at her once he was stopped. "You're truly the only one I want. I just had to make sure we were on the same page."

Amy smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'm your secret girlfriend and I'm your baby sister." She dropped one more peck before settling back in her seat. "I think it's a great combination, don't you?"

Luke squeezed her hand and lifted it. He kissed her knuckles as he pushed off from the light. "I think it is too. Nothing could be more right."

She intertwined her fingers with his and her lips stayed curled into a smile. "I don't want this to be just for fun until you have to leave again."

"Good." Luke kissed the back of her hand, and then settled their arms on the arm rest. "I don't either."

Amy squeezed his hand as she spoke, "I know this whole thing is a bit strange and different. But, it feels right."

Her brother smiled. "Yes, it does."

"You can't help who you love. Or, who you have amazing sex with," Amy added with a giggle.

He chuckled, "No, you definitely can't help that." He paused for a moment. "You're my perfect woman, Amy."

"You're my perfect man, big brother. There is no one I could love more," Amy said confidently. "It's nice to say that when you're not inside me," she added with a wink.

He slowed down to let a bus come back into the lane after dropping off a few passengers

Luke shook his head and laughed. "Yes, it definitely is. You need to know I always feel that way. Not just when I'm holding you through an orgasm."

His sister rubbed her thighs together and grinned. "It's fun to talk about that while we aren't in bed, too."

"You're going to be going mad for me by the time we are alone tonight, aren't you?" Luke questioned her with a wicked grin on his lips.

"Oh yes. Absence of cock makes the cunt grow warmer," Amy giggled.

"You and that filthy mouth." Luke stopped at a light. "Come here and let me kiss it."

Amy grinned. She looked at the car next to her to make sure she didn't recognize anyone, and then leaned over the console. She gently brushed her lips against his and gave him a taste of her tongue in the daylight. She pulled away and nuzzled his nose before the light turned green.

Amy sat back and admired the features of his face for the rest of the ride. She adored his strong jawline and the light brown scruff that was becoming a beard. Her brother's eyes gave her warmth. She loved his nose. She always teased him for having a larger nose when they were growing up, but as he matured, she came to see that it fit his masculine features perfectly.

She knew deep in her soul that her love would grow from him. She just knew.

Every girl wants to be with their hero. Amy's was her brother. She could understand why people would think it was wrong. But, she didn't care. All she cared about was Luke.

He was the only man she could ever be completely honest with and share even her darkest fantasies without fear. There were fantasies, fantasies so dark that Amy shuddered at the mere thought of them, but yet a private part of her dared to crave them. She had been hitherto unable to admit she had the fantasies to anyone, even herself. But with Luke, she felt she could confide in him these desires, and not be afraid of them anymore.

Her brother would still love her even if he couldn't make all of them come true. 

He would always love her.

They arrived at the music shop. It was a little corner store crammed between a bookstore and a chain coffee shop on the other side. It was hard to walk through the packed aisles without fear of massive amounts of sheet music falling on you as you made your way through.

Amy knew the shop owner by name and they had a brief chat before she found a Mozart sonata for her friend.

Luke just smiled and followed through the store. He admired her with his eyes as she looked through the formation of sheet music on a shelf. He adored her smile as she pulled a booklet out and opened it up to look it over.

He watched as she continued to browse and plucked out two other pieces of music for her collection.

The store was quiet except for them. Amy silently teased him, swaying her hips as she walked, and then looking over to her brother as she squatted down to browse a lower shelf. 

During one squat, she held back a giggle. She opened her mouth and bobbed her head in the air. She moved her fist in front of her, pretending to suck his cock.

Luke shook his head with a smile as she went back to browsing. She picked out another piece of music and added it to the stack in her arm.

She reached back for Luke's hand and placed it on her butt as she stood up. He gave her bum a squeeze between the aisles. Anything below their shoulders was out of view from the clerk.

Amy bent over, focusing on the booklets of music on the shelf. Her fingers trailed down the row, and then pulled them out, before pushing them back into the row.

Luke looked over to the clerk, and then slid his hand up the back of her thigh under her dress. Amy bit her lip as his fingers slipped beneath her panties and lightly grazed between her legs.

Luke's shaft stiffened in his pants as he touched his sister's pussy in public.

Amy stayed bent over, and continued looking through the shelf. She spread her legs apart further, as her cunt became slicker.

His fingers found her hole and he gently nudged one inside of her. Amy sealed her lips tight as he probed her orifice. She looked over to him as she rolled her hips onto his hand.

"I'm your bad girl," Amy mouthed with a salacious grin and wicked eyes.

Luke nodded. He pressed his lips together.

He slipped another finger inside of her hungry cunt. Amy scooted over with his digits still inside of her so she could keep browsing. Her free hand reached over and she groped her brother's package through his slacks. She smiled to him and kept silent as he pleasured her cunt, gently pumping his fingers into her.

His sister groped his cock and squeezed him. Her fingers massaged his hidden erection and he watched her open mouthed, forcing herself not to moan. He dug his fingers into her and smeared them along her walls.

Then, she suddenly stood back up, causing his fingers to slip out of her. Luke grinned at her pink cheeks as she placed one last piece of music in her pile.

"I think that's enough for one day," Amy said gleefully. She reached behind her and adjusted her panties and dress, and then pushed her glasses up her nose. "Are you ready to go back home?"

"I sure am," Luke retorted, and then reached down to adjust his erection. 

He bent down, hiding his face as he brought his sticky fingers to his lips. He sucked them clean, savoring her flavor before slipping his hands into his coat pockets.

Amy giggled as she passed by him on the way to the register. She made her purchase with a bright smile on her face. She and the shop owner chatted briefly about her purchases and others she had bought in the past.

"That was naughty wasn't it?" Amy asked as she dropped the plastic bag into the backseat.

Luke grinned and started up the car. "Very naughty. Too bad you didn't let me make you cum," he said with a wink.

She giggled as she buckled her seatbelt. "I don't think Mister Ngu would have appreciated me squirting all over the place."

"Maybe not. Or you could control yourself and not gush when I got you off," he chuckled as he joined the other cars on the road.

"That's true, and I can control it. But then again, I like when you tease me," Amy said with a smile. She took his hand. "And you like teasing me. It makes our nighttime interludes that much better."

Luke squeezed her soft hand. "You're right, it very much does."

Luke drove them back home, holding his sister's hand the entire way. Amy flipped through one of the new manuscripts she purchased. He kissed her cheek at the last stop sign before the house.

Luke flew upstairs to change into comfy clothes for the time being. Amy followed him and waited outside the door. She heard him say he was dressed before she stepped inside.

Amy smiled. She left the door open and passed by him. She found a soft pink, almost white nail polish from the collection in her bathroom cabinet. She held it out to Luke and he gave her an approving nod.

Amy kissed his cheek and shooed him out of her room so she could change. She slipped into a pair of jeans and a snug gray sweater before she returned downstairs.

Her brother silently adored her as she came into the front room, carrying manicure essentials. In the meantime, he had been catching up on sports highlights with his father.

He watched her paint her toes and finger nails as he lazed on the other end of the sofa. She took her time. Like everything else, she was a perfectionist when it came to polishing her nails.

Luke smiled to himself, he couldn't help watching her. She exuded grace and beauty in everything she did. 

He tried to look away every once in a while so his mother and father wouldn't see the love that he knew was written in bold print all over his face.

Amy smiled over to him as she blew on her wet fingernails.

The thoughts of what they had become entered his mind again as he appeared to be watching television with his father.

His sister had confirmed that this wasn't a big elaborate fling and that it meant more to her. He wondered what would happen in the future and where would they take it. 

He worried that while he wouldn't be hurting her now, but in the long run he would. He wondered how long it could really last as it was. He hoped for eternity but he didn't know if an incestuous romance could be forever. 

He needed to protect her, and maybe that meant protecting her from himself. He would be broken but he knew Amy would still love him no matter what happened.

He wondered if she was sure of the complications that they would be in for. He believed he could deal with them, but he had to keep Amy safe. He wanted her happy. He needed her unconditional love.

Luke broke the silence between them, "Hey, Squirt."

Amy turned her eyes from the television. "Yup?"

"Are your nails dry yet? Do you want to take Penny out back?"

She lightly touched her thumbnail. It didn't smudge. 

"Sure, you do the throwing for a bit at first though."

"You got it," Luke said with a smile.

They went out back and Luke found a tennis ball in the yard. He tossed it into the farthest corner for Penny. When she returned she dropped her ball in front of Amy. Amy kicked it over to Luke for him to throw.

After a few rounds of fetch, he made himself talk before his mind ran wild.

"Amy, I have to ask you one more thing," Luke said softly in case anyone could hear.

She nudged the ball over to him with her foot. "Ask away."

He bent down to grab the ball, and then held it for a moment. Penny wagged her tail happily, ready to run when he finally threw the tennis ball.




Luke and Amy Ch. 04



"It's along the same lines of what we talked about earlier," Luke said, and then tossed the ball across the lawn.

"What about it?" Amy asked.

The boys she babysat a few doors down came outside. Amy waved to them and so did Luke. She smiled watching them shoot baskets for a moment.

She looked back to her brother. "So, what about it?"

"Well, I can't say it now," Luke said, nudging his head over to the yard not so far away.

"Just talk quietly," Amy said softly. "I need to go start getting ready soon. You can't leave me wondering all afternoon."

Luke stepped closer to her and kept his voice hushed. He placed his hand on her shoulder and looked deeply into her eyes. He took a deep breath before he spoke.

"Amy, you do realize the consequences of what we are doing, right?" he questioned her.

She waited until her brother's head came back, and he threw the ball. 

"Yes. Bad things can happen. I understand. People could get really mad at us." She spoke indirectly in case of listening ears.

"Yes there's that. And other things. Things about us. What we can and can't do."

"We can do whatever we want. We will cross those bridges when we come to them," Amy said with quiet confidence.

"I mean," Luke closed his eyes for a moment thinking of how to word this in the current situation. He exhaled through the side of his mouth while gathering his nerve.

Amy reached over and rubbed his back. Then, she kicked the ball across the grass to entertain the dog.

"Luke," his sister said softly into his ear, "We will be okay. We can figure things out. Take one thing at a time. Don't beat yourself up about worrying that you're hurting me. You're not. I promise."

Luke swallowed, and then looked down in her pretty, sunshine filled, matching blue eyes. "What about way down the line?" he asked, dragging out the pronunciation of "way."

"You mean way, way down there?" Amy gently raised her brow.

"Yes. We can't do things normal couples are able to do."

His sister smiled, and then rested her head on his shoulder. She thought for a moment about what he said. She assumed he meant getting married and raising a family.

"We aren't a normal couple. We don't have to be one either." Amy's voice was soft, tender, and most of all, comforting to her brother. "If we get that far down the line, we will find ways to be happy."

Luke rested his cheek against her head as he listened. The cheers of the boys down the way when they made a basket rang in the distance. 

Penny entertained herself smelling rabbit trails.

"If we are happy together, everything will be okay," Amy continued. "And I'm crazy happy and crazy in love with you, big brother."

Luke smiled wide. He lifted his face and whispered in her ear. "I'm crazy in love with you." His lips lightly brushed her earlobe. "Just please, don't let me hurt you. Stop me before I do."

Amy found his hand and squeezed it softly. "I promise I won't let you hurt me."

Luke sighed happily as he took a deep breath of her fresh hair, and then stepped away. 

He knew Amy spoke the truth to him. She had never lied to him, her parents maybe every once in a while. He was sure they were in this together. She knew what she was doing. 

The spear he felt in the pit of his stomach from his thoughts had been removed.

They shared a smile, and then traded turns throwing the ball for the dog.

Amy looked over at her brother, with a gentle grin still painted on her face. 

She loved how much her brother cared for her. He always had. She couldn't find that in any other man. He was her soul mate. He may be her brother, but she believed that they belonged together.

Her daydreams and shared smiles with him were interrupted when her phone in her pocket vibrated.

She pulled it out and replied to a message to her friend, Kristy, about the location of her recital. After she replied, she noticed the time.

"I need to go start getting ready," Amy said as she picked up the slobbery ball for the last time.

"Okay." Luke grinned over at her, and then leaned into her ear. "I'll be thinking about you, imagining I'm watching you."

"Naughty boy," Amy giggled, and then tossed the ball. "What color panties do you want me to wear?"

"Black," Luke whispered intensely.

Amy pulled away and nodded. She ran her hand through her hair and held it in a ponytail when the wind picked up as they headed back inside. Luke gave her ass a quick grab as they climbed up the stairs of the porch. Amy looked back and playfully glared.

They stopped in the kitchen to make sandwiches for themselves and their parents. After a quick lunch, Amy headed upstairs.

She pulled off her clothes, stripping down nude. She placed her dirty clothes in the hamper, reminding herself to do laundry tomorrow, and definitely to wash her stained sheets.

Amy slipped her white silk robe over her naked body. The slight aroma of sweaty sex still lingered on the garment. She closed the robe, and then found a curling iron from beneath the sink. She plugged it in and let it warm up.

"Black," Amy said out loud to herself as she walked to her dresser. She pulled it open and looked over the contents. "Black, what's with men and black lingerie?"

She sorted through a few different pairs of panties before deciding on very sheer lace, black, high cut bikini panties. She dug through the side that held her bras, and then fished out a black demi cup bra that coordinated with the panties.

Amy smiled to herself. She knew he'd recognize her choice from one of the pictures he stumbled upon.

"I'm so good to you, big brother," Amy whispered to herself as she found a black lace garter belt in her drawer. "I need to get some more pretty things for our trip."

She retrieved a pair of nude stockings, and then closed up the drawer.

Amy placed the items on her pink and white bedspread with gentle care. Then, she stepped around the air mattress on the floor as she went to her closet. She dragged her fingers over the hangers of assorted garments, skirts, pants, blouses, t-shirts, and then her dresses at the back.

She pulled out a black dress with a black lace overlay. Then, she turned around to her shoes and plucked out a pair of black heels. She looked at them, and then shook her head before putting them back.

She tapped her lip as she decided the best pair for sexiness and being able to press down the pedals as she played.

Amy's fingers grasped onto a pair of black leather heels. The leather was dull, to not bring too much attention to her feet. 

She remembered wearing very shiny heels at one of her recitals last year. She laughed out loud, remembering her mother telling her how great she did, but the light was shining bright and bouncing off of her shoes.

Amy took the items and placed them on her bed. She looked over the outfit and gave herself a nod of approval.

Amy went to the bathroom and curled her long mane into loose curls that framed her chest. She sprayed a small bit of hair spray only to hold the curls.

Amy used her fingers to pull a bit of hair back above her left eye to her temple. She set it with a small black barrette. Then, she did the same to the other side. Amy looked over herself in the mirror, checking her chestnut curls from behind.

After she was satisfied, she did her eyes with just a tinting of gray.

As she did her eyes, she had a fun idea for her and her brother later tonight. When she finished her makeup, she skipped over to her closet. She set a specific garment to the side, placing it at the back, behind her dresses so he wouldn't see it if he came in.

Amy stepped over to her jewelry box and found the opal birthstone jewelry she had worn last night. She put on the necklace and put the earrings in her brother had given her. She always loved to wear them since she received them in the mail, but even more so now.

Amy returned to her bed, and then stepped into her panties. She giggled to herself when her foot got stuck for a moment. She pulled them up and set the thin black band over her hips. The lines between her pussy lips and butt cheeks were completely visible beneath the black shroud.

She slipped her robe off of her body and it fell to the floor behind her feet. She leaned forward as she put her bra on and latched the clasp behind her. Amy propped her large breasts up in the cups. Her hard nipples pressed against the lace and just a hint of her pink areolas were visible above the black line of the cups.

She stepped into the lace garter belt, and then sat down on the bed to carefully put her stockings on. She never wore pantyhose if she could avoid it. Not only did stockings make her feel sexier, she couldn't stand the confinement of pantyhose.

A wicked grin appeared on Amy's lips as she attached the black garters to the tops of her stockings. She looked over her form in mirror and made sure everything was placed properly. She smiled at herself, and then went to her door. On the way, she stopped at her television and clicked it on to block out their voices.

Amy gently opened the door a crack, "Hey, Luke, can you come here for a minute. I can't reach the pair of shoes I want to wear. They are in a box high in the closet," Amy hollered down the stairs with her head peeking out.

Luke cocked his head when he heard her request. "Yeah, sure," he said, trying to not sound too confused.

Amy smiled as she saw him coming up the stairs. She backed up into her room so she couldn't be seen from the door as he came inside.

She kept a soft smile as her brother shuffled through the doorway. He closed the door behind him, and his eyes immediately found her.

"Holy fuck," Luke mumbled. His eyes were wide, adoring his siren of a sister. He covered his mouth with his hands as his cock stirred with life.

Amy kept smiling coyly. She twirled a curl in her fingers. "Do I meet your standards?" she asked softly.

Luke looked over every inch of her body, soaking the image in his memory. "You exceeded them," he replied in a hushed voice.

Amy stepped up to him and kissed along his jaw. "Thanks for finding my shoes, big brother," she whispered. 

Her hand found his stiffening shaft, and then rubbed against his crotch gently.

"You're so fucking sexy," Luke muttered. His hands found her hips and he gently ran his fingers over her garter belt.

"Why thank you," Amy whispered, and then stepped back so he could look her over. Her hand stayed on his package, massaging him through his jeans.

"You're such a tease," Luke said playfully. 

His eyes were glued downward to her glorious cleavage. He could see her nipples pressing hard against the fabric.

"I'm not a tease," Amy giggled quietly. "I just wanted you to know what I was wearing for you." 

She smiled as she took his hand and placed it against her breast. Luke tenderly massaged her bosom, feeling her nipple scrape against his palm through the fabric.

Amy continued in her soft, sensuous tone, "Every time you look at me tonight, you can picture me like this."

Luke's knees went weak. He let out a muffled groan from his closed lips.

"You love me don't you," Amy said as she moved his hand to her other tit. Her other hand continued massaging his hard package. "You love how naughty your baby sister is."

Luke nodded. He was scared to open his mouth for fear of a grunt or groan to openly filter from his lips.

"I want you to think of me like this too," Amy whispered, and then softly slid down to her knees. She looked up at her brother and rubbed her cheek against his hidden erection.

Luke closed his eyes and sealed his lips before he growled at her seductive teasing. The gentleness in her voice sank into his ear drums and caused his toes to curl.

He knew he couldn't stay here forever. He was just coming to get a pair of shoes. But, he wasn't going to stop her.

Amy sat up on her knees with her face at his hips. She leaned back a little so he could see her hand on her pussy over her panties. She smiled softy.

"I'm going to be thinking of you here," she whispered, and then moved her hand back further between her thighs, until she was touching her asshole with her fingers. "And here."

Her brother watched avidly and his heart thumped in his chest. He loved her sexy little shows.

She moved her hand back up her body, ever so slowly. "And here," she muttered as her fingers ran against her sternum between the mounds of flesh on her chest.

Luke mashed his teeth and groaned. Amy squeezed her palm around his hidden, aching cock and her eyes burned with hunger. He watched her drag her fingers up her neck, gently pulling her skin in small ripples.

His baby sister was his personal porn star.

Amy looked up into his eyes as she circled her lips with her fingers. "And I'll be thinking of you here," she whispered, and then dragged her finger down the front of her neck.

"You're so fucking hot, Amy," Luke mumbled between his clenched teeth. His body had grown hot from her tease.

"I know," Amy said cheerfully. She hopped up from the floor and dropped and playful peck on his cheek. "Thanks for getting my shoes down," she giggled.

Luke shook his head, still in slight shock of what she had just done to him. His cock was raging hard beneath his jeans. His mind was filled with the need to pleasure himself with her flesh.

Amy smiled, knowing that she succeeded in thoroughly arousing her brother. She winked over to him before she turned around and slipped her dress on.

Luke watched, taking in eyefuls of the snug black dress sliding over her womanly hips. She wiggled, drawing attention to her bum as she pulled it up and set the straps on her shoulders. Luke took note of the slit that started just above her knees and stopped mid-thigh.

Amy walked backwards to her brother. She pulled her curly hair over her shoulder as she whispered, "Would you zip me up?"

Luke grinned and leaned down. He planted soft kisses along her neck. Her necklace pressed against his lips as his fingers found the zipper.

He kissed up to her ear and he zipped up her dress. He spoke softly into her ear, "I'm glad you like your birthday present from me."

"I do," Amy said as she nuzzled against his face. "You have good taste. I always liked it, but I love it now."

Luke ran his hands down her curves, feeling the soft lace of her dress. "And I love you."

"I love you back," Amy said with a smile. 

She slowly turned to kiss him. After dropping a gentle kiss, she held both of his hands. She stepped back and arm's length away so he could look over her dress.

Her brother adored the gentle hug of the garment and the neckline that teetered between tasteful and overtly sexy.

"You're right, I do like this dress even better than the one you had on earlier," Luke commented.

Amy giggled at how he licked his lips. He looked like a starving person at a feast.

"I knew you would," she said with a wink.

Amy let go of his hands, and then stepped over to her bed. She crossed her legs and slipped on a pair of black pumps. Then, she extended her arms down to the floor to attach each of the ankle straps.

Luke watched her with a mischievous grin. He eyed her jiggling cleavage as she hooked in the buckles of her shoes.

Amy looked up and smiled. "Take your time getting ready," she said, and then pointed at his crotch with a playful giggle. "We have some time before we have to get going."

Luke chuckled and pointed down at his package. "This? This is all you, Squirt."

Amy slid off of her bed and passed by him. She whispered as her hand brushed over his crotch, "It made you hard, and it made me ripe."

Luke couldn't respond and his insides ached.

Amy closed the door to the bathroom, and then cleaned her glasses. After she slipped them back on her face, she placed her hair over her shoulders.

Amy kept the grin on her lips as she went to her mother's office on the other side of the bathroom. She stopped in there for a moment before heading downstairs. She grabbed her mp3 player and headphones from the charger.

Amy walked down the stairs, keeping her eyes on the back light screen, finding the music she wanted to listen to.

She kept her eyes down, avoiding eye contact with her parents. She felt a twinge of guilt and worry that they would say something about the length of time Luke was in her room. It didn't seem that long, and they could have assumed she was already fully dressed when she asked for help.

She shook her head, cursing her brain for making things seem worse than they were.

Amy placed the ear buds in her ears, walking straight to the kitchen. She listened to her favorite pianist, as she drank a glass of ice water.

She didn't get nervous playing for her family. The largest hump she faced when she was a budding pianist was her nerves when playing in front of people she didn't know. After she got past that barrier, her talents blossomed. 

Amy ate a banana as she went through her calming rituals.

Amy thought about her parents and how close she and Luke were as kids. He was always a few steps away through the bathroom. They spent a lot of time together. She wondered if this could seem normal to them and if they even knew how much they were together as kids.

Amy smiled as she nibbled her banana, remembering herself lying to her brother and telling him that she had a nightmare so she could cuddle in his bed.

It was always purely innocent. Sometimes she did really have nightmares, but Luke learned that wasn't always the case. He still let her sleep with him.

Amy remembered sleeping better with him holding her. She always needed to be close to him. She always slept better in his arms than anywhere else in the world.

Her mind wouldn't let that become sexual. She smiled to herself and let the thoughts remain with her. Luke was her caring older brother who always kept her safe.

She cleared her mind and kept the warm feelings with her. She had to focus now, even with sticky panties. 

Amy took her headphones out and put the device on pause. She went to the piano and warmed up her hands, slowly playing through scales and arpeggios. She played through a few sections of her recital piece that had given her trouble in the past.

Luke arrived downstairs. He was dressed in the same suit from church, as was his father.

Amy just took a quick glance and returned to her warm ups until it was time to leave.

Amy considered offering to take two cars again, but there was no reason. She didn't want to be too obvious, plus gas isn't cheap.

Amy and Luke slipped into the backseat of their father's sedan. She squeezed in behind her dad's seat, and her knees sat up high.

Luke smiled inwardly at the view of her skirt, stuck and riding up more than it should be.

Amy left her dress alone. The tight space in the backseat wasn't worth trying to readjust for. She did tug down her coat a little bit, but it didn't help. She rested her tote bag across her lap.

Amy put her headphones back in, and then closed her eyes. She rested her hand on the middle of the leather seats. Luke glanced down and placed his hand near hers, but not quite touching. 

He looked out the window and chatted with his parents as Amy stayed in her own world.

When Luke was able to have his silent thoughts and glance over at her, he imagined her just like she told him to. He saw her bra, panties, and garters clearly as if she wasn't wearing clothing at all. The visual made his softened member twitch.

Luke shrugged off his thoughts and turned his eyes back to the window, watching the highway of Chicago pass by and downtown becoming larger in the skyline.

He lightly lifted one finger and stretched it over to rub Amy's slender ring finger. Then, he quickly removed it. They played their hidden game occasionally though the ride. It was as close as they could get to holding hands.




Luke and Amy Ch. 05



His sister was bouncing furiously on his cock, roughly pistoning up and down. He could see her glorious torso in full view as her hips danced on his lap. Her perfect large breasts swayed and her nipples made small circles in the air.

Luke moaned at the sight and the heat from her cunt that sheathed his shaft. His hands found her hips and he pulled her down even harder onto his dick.

"Fuck me," he growled. "You love my cock, don't you, my nasty girl."

"I do!" she screamed. "More, I want more!"

His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still. He slammed his pelvis up into her as hard as he possibly could. Her body jolted as she wailed in ecstasy with every thrust that felt like he was banging on a door inside of her.

"Oh my god, you know just what a slut needs," she howled. Her words were choppy as he used her.

He could feel her satin walls clamping down on his erection and her fluids trickling down his balls.

"Luke!" a voice called in the distance. "Luke! It's ten-thirty, get up."

His eyes shot open, ripping him from a vivid dreamland. He saw Amy's dresser sideways in his vision. His body was sunk into the air mattress that desperately needed to be inflated again.

He had dropped Amy off at school and returning for a few more hours of slumber on the uncomfortable air mattress had become the new morning ritual. 

He turned his head, rubbing his eyes. His mother was standing in the doorway. He was suddenly acutely aware of his erection. He made sure to not turn over from his side.

"Hey, Mom," Luke mumbled.

"I just thought you wanted to get up before it gets too late and the day is wasted," Kathryn said.

"Yeah, thanks," his scratchy voice answered.

He turned his cheek back into the pillow, avoiding eye contact with his mother. He silently prayed that he hadn't been moaning in his sleep, and especially groaning his sister's name.

"You better not fall back asleep young man," his mother playfully chided him.

His member uncomfortably rubbed into the un-giving mattress as he kept himself curled and hidden from her view.

"I won't," he said. He forced himself to keep his eyes open. "Thanks for getting me up."

"No problem," Kathryn replied, and then returned to her office next door.

When he heard her take a seat in the office chair, Luke pulled himself out of bed. He went straight to Amy's laptop and turned it on. He waited for it to boot up, and then logged into his e-mail.

Besides the standard junk mail, he received an e-mail from Amy half an hour ago. He clicked it open.

He read it silently, "Hey you sleepy head. I wanted to tell you my panties have been soaked all day. I'll see you at 12:15. Do you remember the place I told you to meet me? Love, Amy."

Luke smiled to himself. All day yesterday, he and Amy had sent each other dirty e-mails while she was at school. She would tell him about the random filthy thoughts that crossed her mind in class.

Luke typed a reply, speaking the words in his mind as he wrote. "I just woke up from an amazing dream of you and I. The real thing is going to be a zillion times better in just a little while. I remember. I'll see you then. Keep those panties wet for me and your pussy wetter. I miss you."

He clicked send, and then made a special folder titled "Teaching Stuff," for the e-mails that were clogging his inbox. He didn't want to delete them and knew there would be plenty more to come. After moving all of the messages, he returned an e-mail to his roommate.

Amy felt her phone buzz in her backpack. It vibrated against the railing of her desk that her foot was wrapped around. She smiled, knowing who it was from.

She kept her eyes on her teacher, taking notes in a spiral notebook. She was one of the only students who still took handwritten notes. She had a firm belief that you absorbed more information through writing by hand.

Fingers pounded away on keys around her, background noise to the thoughts of how delicious her brother's semen tasted on her tongue. Her mouth watered at the thought of his hard flesh diving in and out of her mouth and the exquisite flavor of his spunk.

Amy realized she was drooling. She blushed and quickly wiped her mouth.

She shook off her thoughts for a few minutes and focused on the white board and her English teacher who was rambling on about Albert Camus' "The Stranger."

She diligently continued taking notes, but couldn't help her mind wandering to her brother. She squirmed in her seat and fought with herself to keep focus. She never had a problem paying attention in class until this week.

"I should have blown him this morning before we left," she thought. "Maybe, I should start doing that every day so I wouldn't feel so fucking horny like I do now."

Amy rested her cheek against her left hand, her other hand still writing in her spiral notebook. She rubbed her thighs together in attempt to release some of the tension in her body.

Her babbling mind continued its distraction, "Well no, that wouldn't help. I'd probably just want to lay in bed with him all day if I did that, needing more and more of his delicious seed. But, I should blow him in the mornings. I know he would love that. Well, if he could keep quiet while I did it."

She giggled to herself. When she realized she had done so out loud, she quickly covered her mouth.

Amy felt the eyes of her best friend, Kristy, on her and she looked over. The freckled redhead raised a brow and gave her a curious look. Amy shook her head and waved her hand slightly in front of her mouth.

Kristy didn't appear to be satisfied with that response. She kept her brow raised as she returned her brown eyes forward.

Amy forced herself to pay attention. She sat up straighter and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She quickly copied down the notes she had gotten behind on.

Her inner voice had other plans. "I need to suck his cock as much as possible in the next few weeks. God, I'm going to miss his cock. I'm going to miss him too, so fucking much. But, his penis is part of him, and goodness is it perfect."

Amy closed her blue eyes for a moment. She clearly saw her brother's manhood, making out every vein and ridge. She loved how soft his flesh was when it was thick and rigid. She imagined running the tip of her tongue ever so slowly up and down his length, teasing him until he was begging her to wrap her lips around it.

Amy imagined the adoring, loving, lustful, and amazed expression he had while she was servicing him. His eyes were glazed over and wide, always looking down at her. His mouth was open and groans openly escaped from it. The skin around his nose crinkled when he grunted and his nostrils flared. His hand softly petted her head.  She loved seeing how much she pleased him and it was written all over his face.

She opened her eyes again once she felt fresh juices stain her silk panties. Her cheeks were hot and she quickly glanced to her friend sitting on her right. Kristy's eyes were still forward.

"Thank goodness," Amy silently said. "I need to keep myself under control, especially around Kristy or she's going to start asking me questions."

She forced any dirty thoughts to the back of her mind for the rest of class, even though her nectar continued leaking into her panties.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the period.

Amy slid out of her desk, and then squatted down to put her notebook into her bag. She pulled her phone out and kept it in her hand as she slipped her arms into her backpack. She smoothed out her green and blue plaid skirt and tugged her sweater vest down before she began walking.

Kristy was waiting for her by the door. Amy joined her, and then they joined the herd of teenagers in the hallway on the way to their lockers.

Amy kept quiet, partially from embarrassment, as they walked together. She could tell her friend had something she wanted to say.

Amy spun the lock and turned it to the proper numbers before it opened for her. She grabbed her calculus book, and then held her hand inside of her locker as she opened her e-mail on her phone. She quickly read her brother's response and her lips curled into a smile.

Kristy fished her book out of her locker, and then closed it up. She stepped over a few feet across the brown and white tile floor until she was next to her friend.

"Hey woman," Amy said as her thumb quickly typed a naughty reply to her brother.

"What are you doing?" Kristy asked, peeking over to the light shining inside her friend's locker.

Amy quickly turned the screen off before sending the message, and then brought her hand back.

"Nothing, Luke just asked me if we needed to pick up anything to make dinner while I was taking care of Timothy and Hunter tonight," Amy said as she closed up her locker, and then gave the lock a spin. She gave her friend a convincing smile.

Kristy looked up a few inches to her friend, and then scrunched up her freckled nose. Amy knew that was Kristy's look when she was trying to read her mind.

They started walking down the crowded hallway side by side. Amy tucked her calculus book between her arm and chest.

Kristy looked over to her friend a few times before she spoke with a hint of curiosity in her tone, "Something is up with you."

"Something is up with me?" Amy repeated, raising a chestnut brow.

"Yes," Kristy replied quickly, and then stepped around a student who was using the water fountain.

Amy turned her head to her when she was back at her side.

"You seem distracted," Kristy continued. "You're the queen of focus."

Amy chuckled and dismissed her, "Trust me, I'm not distracted. You can't tell me that your mind has never trailed elsewhere during class?"

"Well no, it's more than that. I can't seem to put my finger on it." Kristy playfully wagged a finger in the air, "But, don't you worry, I'll figure it out."

"Sure you will." Amy teasingly rolled her eyes before following Kristy down the stairs.

Her tits wobbled against her book as she bounced down the steps. Her skirt billowed against her ass. She tried to wash the silly grin off of her face from the silent warm thoughts her brother brought her.

Amy hopped off of the bottom stair, and then returned to Kristy's side. They both waved to a friend they passed in the hallway.

"Or maybe, it could be something as simple as you need to get laid," Kristy laughed.

Amy shook her head, causing her loose brown pigtails to sway on her shoulders. Her voice was filled with sarcasm, "Oh yeah, that's exactly it. Sex. Sex. Sex. That's all I ever think about."

Her friend playfully slapped her arm. "Hey, well when you were with Derek, you did talk about it all the time."

"Oh! Well, that's a great thought to put in my mind right before I have to sit next to him in class," she retorted with an eye roll.

"I'm just saying, maybe we need to find you a replacement penis," Kristy playfully chided her. "You need a nice big one and you'll feel all better."

"I don't need a replacement dick," Amy said more defensively than she meant to. She stopped herself from continuing her statement.

"Well, you need something." Kristy shot her a smile. "I bet Derek wouldn't mind having some more time with you. Don't get back together with him or anything, just let off some steam. You could even leave him before he's finished as long as you already got yours."

Amy just shook her head again. "You're a nutcase," she chuckled.

Amy continued their playful banter, "I don't know why I've been friends with you since we were nine."

"That's cause you love me," she said, batting her lashes. "Or maybe because I'm the only one who can put up with you."

"Actually, I think I'm the one who puts up with you, if I remember correctly." Amy winked.

"Ah yes, my sweet best friend. What would we do without each other?"

Amy shrugged and grinned. "Die?"

"Sounds about right." Kristy smiled.

They both passed by the restroom. They looked at each other, and then turned back around.

Amy closed the stall door and did her business. She lingered for a few moments and quickly finished the e-mail to her brother.

"I'm literally aching for you. I'm desperate for you to be inside me again. I miss you heaps! I'm going to work up a formula to make the school days pass quicker." She sent it, and then stuffed her phone back into her bag.

After washing their hands, the girls went a few doors down to their next class. They filed in behind other uniformed students.

The room was stark white with headache inducing fluorescent lighting and windows lined the back wall, like every other classroom in the school.

Amy slipped into her seat in the middle of the room. Kristy sat on her right. As Kristy opened her book, she looked over at Amy. She grinned, and then shrugged. Amy watched her eyes move to the door where her ex-boyfriend was coming in.

Amy shook her head to her friend. She made a mental note to declare to the entire school that you should never choose to sit next to your boyfriend at the beginning of the school year and accept that as your assigned seat.

"Hey," Derek said as she slipped into the desk on her left.

"Hey back," Amy said, opening her book to the page number on the white board.

She glanced over at her ex-boyfriend for a brief moment and wondered what she was so head over heels for not that long ago. 

He wasn't unattractive, nor was he handsome. His hair was blonde and messy, as most guys his age wore their hair. She always liked his green eyes, but now they looked so plain and lifeless compared to her brother's. He wasn't boring or a jerk. He was just a guy, and he definitely didn't realize what he had left behind.

Amy bent over to pull her calculator, pencil, and spiral notebook from her bag, and then sat back up. She quickly placed all the materials on the small desk.

"I heard Luke's back, are you happy?" Derek asked, going through the same practice she just did.

"Yes, very happy. It was a really nice surprise," she said briefly.

"I'm glad, you deserve to be happy," he commented, and then smiled.

A week ago, she might have said something a quite crude at a statement regarding her happiness from the guy who out of the blue ripped her heart out and drove over it with spikey tires.

Today, she just smiled. Nothing about Derek mattered anymore. Anything before her brother was washed away with his deep unconditional love. He was all she needed and wanted.

"Thanks," Amy said softly, and then crossed her legs tightly to her left.

She smoothed out her skirt over her thighs as class began.

Amy took notes along with the rest of the class, working through the sample equations with the teacher.

Amy's mind wandered when the student who would constantly ask questions raised her hand. She knew she had a few moments to be alone with her thoughts.

She rested her cheek against her closed fist and closed her eyes. She thought about her brother's lips against hers. They shared the most intense kisses she had ever felt.

She would kiss him every moment of every day if she could. She loved how his lips melted into hers and their tongues always seemed to dance with a perfect mix of decadent love and carnal lust.

Her eyes opened again when she heard the sound of the dry erase marker on the board. She nudged her glasses up on her nose and returned her attention to calculus.

As she was taking notes, she felt eyes on her. She glanced over to her left from the corner of her eyes. 

Her ex-boyfriend was staring at her legs. This wasn't the first time.

Amy felt an odd combination of anger and arousal. She would never in a million years consider giving herself to him again under any circumstances. But, she thought it would be fun to tease him and remind him of what he walked out on.

She continued scribbling in her spiral as her other hand moved down to her lap. Her fingers drifted under her plaid skirt, pretending to scratch an inch on her thigh. Her skirt bunched up against her wrist as she scratched herself. She moved her fingers down to her knee, and then scratched inside the top of her knee highs.

Derek's eyes became wide as they followed her movements and he licked his dry lips.

She withdrew her hand and her skirt remained high on her creamy thighs, just barely hiding her panties.

Amy glanced over again to see that his gaze was still fixed on her lower body. She smiled inwardly, thinking that her brother would be proud of her.

The annoying student raised her hand again and Amy quietly sighed. Kristy looked over at her and rolled her eyes. Amy giggled softly as her friend mocked their classmate, flapping her hand with every one of her words. Her other hand came up and slapped the mimicking one. Amy covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

She shook her head and playfully raised a finger to her mouth.

Her eyes closed again as blabber mouth continued asking questions.

She thought about Luke's playful test he put her through last night. He was curious to see how bad of a thing he could make his sister do. He told her to flirt with David, the father of the children she babysat for, when he arrived home. Amy gasped and punched him. She told him that she would never do that. Luke chuckled and admitted that he was glad she wouldn't. He just wanted to check and make sure she was still his level headed sister, even though she was his filthy slut.

He did however, try to get her to make out with him after the kids had gone to sleep. Amy told him that besides the consequences that would occur if one of the children woke up and found them, she had earned her reputation as the trustful sitter who never invited boys over to play tonsil hockey.

Luke laughed at her about the second comment, but accepted it. He told her he loved her for being her, and then she rested her head in his lap while they watched television until the father returned home.

Amy smiled to herself, feeling warmth throughout her entire body from the love she felt for Luke.

She blinked her eyes open when she heard students punching numbers in their calculators. She quickly caught up and returned her attention to the teacher.

"Psst," came from her left a few minutes later.

Amy turned to Derek. She cocked her head slightly, silent asking, "What?"

He held out a folded sheet of notebook paper and handed it to her. She quickly reached over and took it. Kristy turned her eyes to her friend when she heard the paper unfolding.

Any read the note in her ex-boyfriend's chicken scratch handwriting, "I do really want you to be happy. I'm sorry about everything. I'm not asking you to forgive me, I know I hurt you. I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry."

Amy sat back in her seat, contemplating a response as she folded the note up and slipped it into the back of her spiral.

A smile curled on her lips as she thought, "Over a month of barely speaking a word to me, and now you're sorry? Oh Jesus, Derek, you are such an idiot. You're lucky that I have Luke now or I would be a bit bitchier about this. Also, a note, really? Damn, you're clueless."

She turned to face her ex. He looked as if he was waiting a million years for her response.

Amy reached over and lightly placed her hand on his forearm, and squeezed lightly. She liked that she felt absolutely nothing when she touched him. It was the first time that had ever happened. No anger, no emotions, no excitement, nothing.

"I'm okay," Amy whispered as quietly as she could and he still hear her. "It's okay. Really. Thanks though."

She smiled softly as she withdrew her hand. She saw Derek nod with acceptance before she looked over at Kristy who was practically gawking. 

"I'll show you later," Amy mouthed, and then returned her attention to class.

Daydreams of her brother tried to push their way into her occupied mind. She was successful except for flashes of images that seeped through the cracks of the mental block that she had forced up.




Luke and Amy Ch. 05



Luke licking his lips, the silly but sexy way he did when she showed him her body clad in different articles of clothing.

The genuinely thankful and adoring look he had when she was servicing him with her mouth.

The gaze of her brother's eyes penetrating her soul as he fucked her, connecting them together even more.

Looking down at him as she rode him and felt his cock throbbing inside of her.

The view she saw from over her shoulder to Luke's face while he buried his organ inside of her ass.

The sight as she looked down to see his hands on her breasts, feeling them over her clothing and directly on her flesh.

Luke's eyes peeping up from between her thighs.

Amy looking down between her legs and seeing him penetrate her.

The shower quickie they fit in yesterday between getting home and having to pick up the neighbor boys at school.

The annoying student raised her hand again. Amy covered her giggling mouth as her friend dropped her head to her desk and let her tongue roll out of her mouth. 

Amy shook her head, and then doodled in the margin of her notebook. She let her mind return to the quickie yesterday.

Luke had picked her up at school. She loved that he wanted to drive her to and from school to fit in a few extra minutes together.

They had arrived home and Luke grabbed her hand before the door was closed. He told her that their mother said she had a meeting and wouldn't be home for a few hours as they flew up the stairs together.

He turned the water on in the shower and they both shed their clothes in a flash. He pushed her against the wall and took her from behind.

Amy could feel the tile pressing into her chest as he drilled her. She screamed out in pleasure as he satisfied his animalistic cravings with her body.

Her body was crushed between him and the wall. Hot water cascaded down their bodies and quickly fogged up the bathroom.

"You love it, don't you, big brother," she heard herself screaming. "You love that your sister is your filthy tramp who you can use at any moment you wish."

Amy snapped out of her daydream.

"Damn, I do have a nasty mouth," she thought to herself as she returned to taking notes. A smile appeared on her lips. "I see why Luke is obsessed with my dirty talk."

The rest of class passed by without any more interruptions from the seemingly constant hand raising student. The bell rang and Amy packed up her backpack. She decided to leave her phone in her bag for the time being.

She slipped out of her desk, and then smoothed out her skirt and sweater. She tossed her bag over her shoulder and took a few steps forward. Derek was waiting for her at the end of the line of desks.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked as she stepped up to him.

"Yeah, absolutely," Amy replied quickly. She paused for a moment before speaking again. "What's with the sudden interest?"

He waited a few moments, seeming to gather his thoughts as the rest of the classroom cleared out.

"I've just been thinking about you a lot recently," Derek said, after the teacher had finally left the room.

She raised her eyes to his. She remembered that she just barely had to lift her chin to reach his lips. Then, she briefly thought about how much she loved lifting up onto the balls of her feet to kiss her brother, or him bending down to meet her lips.

"Okay, is that all?" Amy asked calmly.

"Well, no. I feel bad about how I ended things and I've been acting since we broke up," he said.

Amy nodded and closed her fingers tightly around the spine of the book that she held at her chest.

He ran his hand through his shaggy hair. "I was thinking about how happy you've seemed since Luke got back," Derek continued. "I remember making you happy like that."

Amy thought, "Oh, you have no idea how happy he's making me."

She nodded as she continued listening. She reminded herself to stay civil, which wasn't hard because she was beyond over him.

"I'm just sorry," he said, and then timidly placed his hand on her upper arm. "I know you can't forgive me. I broke your heart and you didn't deserve it."

Amy genuinely smiled. "I promise you that I'm truly okay. Actually, I'm great."

She reached over and placed her hand on top of his. She gently nudged his hand down to her angled elbow. She purposely let his thumb graze against the side of her bosom, giving him one last taste of what he could never have again.

"I forgive you," she said with a soft smile. "I really do. We didn't work out and that's okay."

Derek's hand slipped away and back to his side. "Thank you, Amy."

"There's nothing to thank me for," Amy said.

She winked, and then stepped around him. She swayed her hips way more than necessary as she left the classroom.

Kristy was waiting for her outside the door and rushed to her side as she passed.

"What was that?" Kristy asked in a hushed voice.

"Derek felt bad about breaking my heart, which he rightfully should." Amy shrugged. "He just wanted to say he was sorry."

"Sorry? Really? Does he not realize that I had to talk you off the ledge for days while you cried?" Kristy was obviously agitated.

Amy stepped to the side to let a student pass between them. She felt like she was always the one to move for other people in crowded spaces like the hallways or a grocery store. No one ever seemed to move for her.

Amy slid her arm around her friend's shoulder. Their heads lightly bumped against each other as they continued walking and talking.

"I don't think he does. He was always a bit clueless when it comes to emotions," Amy said. "But, it was nice he finally said he was sorry."

They split ways when Amy turned for the hallway the journalism classroom was in.

Kristy grinned. Amy raised a brow.

"What is it?" Amy asked.

"I still think we need to get you back on the horse. I heard Gabe from our art history class thinks you're cute," Kristy said with a giggle.

"Gabe?" Amy chuckled. "Yeah, no."

Kristy shrugged and pursed her lips to one side.

"Anyways," Amy emphasized the word, "I won't be around at lunch. I think I'm supposed to go and try to hound that florist one last time and see if they have their ad ready. Deadline is next week for the publishers."

"They still haven't given it to you?" Kristy asked.

Amy shook her head.

"Well, have fun with that," Kristy laughed. "I'll see you in art history."

They waved bye to each other, and then Amy took off down the hallway. She arrived in the classroom a minute later.

Other students were already crowded around the large table in the middle, working on a photography layout for the homecoming dance. Amy glanced down at it, seeing the picture of her and Derek that she gave them permission to use that was mixed in with the others on the layout.

Amy quietly took a seat at her favorite computer along the wall of windows. She glanced out to the courtyard and was happy to see the fountain had been turned on.

She kept her backpack on her lap after she had pulled her phone out. She kept it hidden in her bag as she read her brother's reply.

Amy grinned as she read his words, "Hurry up on that formula! I can't stand being apart from you. I need you next to me. I need to feel your warmth against me. I'll see you shortly. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

She kept her smirk as she typed, "You'll feel me against you soon enough. I need you next to me too. Nothing feels better than being close to you. I was thinking about our shower fun during calculus. Oh, and yes you have. Have I told you that I think you're the most handsome man on the planet?"

She sent the message, and then closed up her phone. She glanced over at the clock.

"Just a little longer," she said to herself, and then got to work on her yearbook duties.

She squirmed in anticipation as the minutes dragged by. Finally, it was near lunch time and she bounced out of her seat.

Amy went straight to the neon orange badges on the wall and plucked hers from the bunch. She put it around her neck. The yearbook and newspaper press passes were an automatic hall pass.

She looked around the room, seeing everyone working diligently. Her teacher had her head down. She quickly pulled out a badge from the stack that belonged to a student who was absent today.

She turned away from everyone after putting the others badges away, and then slipped the pass between her sweater vest and white button up shirt. She held her forearm against her stomach, keeping it in place as she approached her teacher.

"Misses Johnson, I'll be back in a little while. I'm going to go to a few places and see if I can get some last minute ads out of a few places that have turned us down before," Amy said coolly.

"Alright, be safe driving," she said.

Amy turned to the door. She took two steps towards it, and then remembered she needed her backpack if she was leaving. She kept her arm pressed against her stomach and she flung her bag over one shoulder, and then disappeared from the classroom.

She looked down the hall to make sure no one was around, and then slipped the other pass into her backpack. She hurried across the tile floor to another hallway and took a left. She weaved through a few clumps of students returning to their classrooms from "A" lunch.

She approached a hall monitor and pulled the badge away from her chest as she passed.

"Still getting ads?" the hall monitor asked.

"Yup," she replied without turning around.

Amy walked even faster once she was out of their sight. 

She made quick turn to her right, down a very small hallway that could easily be missed if you weren't looking. She followed down the steep ramp between the back of the auditorium and the band hall. She pulled the excess badge from her bag as she approached the windowless door.

She opened the door, and then peeked her head outside. The siblings instantly smiled upon seeing each other.

"Give me one minute. Let me make sure the coast is clear. If not, we will have to take the more difficult route," she said, and then handed him the badge. "Put this on in case we have to follow plan B."

Luke took it from her and looked down at the name printed in bold. "Yvonne Davis?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Trust me, it won't matter," she said, and then she instantly closed the door.

Amy turned around and took a few steps back up the ramp. She quietly slid into the doors that lead to the back of the stage. Her steps were light as she climbed a few stairs.

She peeked into the auditorium and saw a group of theatre kids eating lunch on the stage.

"Damn it," she muttered as she back peddled.

She slipped out of the door as quietly as she came in. She hurried back up the ramp and looked down the hall. The coast was clear, but who knew for how long.

Amy ran back to the door and let her brother inside. She grabbed his hand and took him up the hallway with her.

"Just follow me, keep your head down, you'll be fine," Amy whispered before they entered into the main hall.

She squeezed his hand before letting go. Luke stepped behind her while she peeked around the corner. She saw two teachers chatting near the glass doors that they needed to get to.

She backed up and almost stepped on Luke's toe. He stepped back just in time and put his hands on her hips to steady her when she almost tumbled backwards.

Amy turned her face back to him. "Did you have Mister Hines or Miss Perry?" she asked quietly.

"Mister Hines, yeah," he replied equally quiet.

"Fuck, okay," she mumbled. "This could take a minute."

She peeked back around the corner and her brother entertained himself by rubbing her hips. Amy seductively swayed her hips as he felt her up.

She brought her head back with a sigh after still seeing the teachers talking. She looked the other way, weighing her options and thinking of a different place they could go.

She checked back another few times. On the fourth chance, the coast was clear.

"Follow me," Amy whispered, and then took off around the corner.

Luke walked behind her. He wanted to look around, he hadn't been inside the school for four years. He was curious to see if anything had changed, but he kept his eyes down. The tile floor was the same slightly odd pattern. That view got boring fast. He raised his eyes to Amy's white nylon covered calves.

She led them down the hall to the auditorium lobby. She quietly opened the door, and then they slipped inside.

The large room was empty and silent except for their feet pattering across the floor. Luke followed her up the stairs that led to the balcony. They climbed the stairs, racing each other.

At the top, Amy placed her finger over her lips and pointed to the stage. Luke nodded, seeing the handful of students.

After a quick right turn at the top of the stairs, they went up another few steps. The siblings tiptoed in the darkness, being as quiet as possible. Their ears were pricked, ready to pick up the slightest noise. Amy glanced down to the stage several times, checking to see the students were still talking with each other.

She made another fast turn, and then faced a short hallway. Behind each door were offices that had changed their use and were now used for storage.

Amy took him to the middle one, knowing it had the least amount of old set pieces in it. They both looked over their shoulders one last time before entering into the room. Luke's nervous pulse filled his ears. The sound of the blood rushing muffled his hearing, rendering him almost oblivious to possible noises beyond the hallway.

She stepped inside of the tiny room that left about two feet on either side of them before bumping into painted pieces of wood. The set pieces were a variety of wooden bushes, rocks, and sections of a wall.

She dropped her bag on the floor. She flipped on the dull light and Luke closed the door behind him.

She grinned, quickly looking him over in his old school uniform they found in the basement. It was the same as hers except for the navy blue chinos.

Once he was inside, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted herself up. Her lips met his and she hungrily pushed her tongue into his mouth. Luke's hands found her ass and he held her body against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips.

They devoured each other's mouths. Their tongues danced, massaging the others and twirling together. Their lips smacked against each other's lightly, smearing with saliva.

Luke pulled her hips against his, grinding into her. She felt his cock growing hard beneath his slacks. He held her with one hand and pulled her skirt up. His hand returned to her butt and he gripped her hard.

"God, I missed you," she moaned between kisses.

"I missed you too," he muttered. "How long do we have?"

"About twenty minutes, maybe a little longer," she said as she kissed along his shaven jaw.

She hated that his facial hair was gone, but he had to shave. A high-school student with a beard wouldn't help him keep his cover in the hallways.

Luke breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. "You smell so fucking good," he commented.

Amy pulled back. "I love you," she said with a smile.

"I love you too," he replied, and then kissed her again.

His left hand drifted up her body as they kissed deeply. He slid his hand beneath her sweater and quickly popped the buttons of her shirt undone.

Amy moaned into his mouth as he found her breast. He groped her over her white silk bra. Her nipples were hard and pressed against the thin fabric. She reached down and pulled her sweater up to expose her open shirt and give him better access to her tits.

Luke pushed her bra up on her chest, revealing her immaculate large breasts. He pinched and tugged her nipple, making her squirm against him.

His sister unwrapped her legs, and he slowly let her down. She quickly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, leaving his pants on. Her hand clasped around his hard flesh and stroked him.

"Fuck me, Luke, fucking fuck me," Amy begged as she massaged his length. "I've been aching for you since you pulled out past night."

Luke grinned, and then stepped behind her. He unbuttoned his pants, and then pushed them and his boxers down. 

Her hands fell onto the door and she bent over, presenting her panty clad ass to him. Luke pushed her skirt up over her hips and yanked her white silk panties down to her thighs.

He grabbed onto her hips and sank his rigid erection into her slick, tight cunt. They both moaned in ecstasy once they were joined together again.

"Damn, you weren't kidding about how wet you were," her brother groaned.

"I don't lie to you," she whimpered.

Amy rolled her hips back against him, digging his spear inside of her velvety hole. Her heat seeped into his flesh as he heavily forced himself into her.

Amy wanted to scream out, but knew better. She bit down on her lip and rocked against him. Deep guttural moans escaped from her closed lips.

The room quickly became hot and drenched with the distinct aroma of fucking. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled their ears. They gasped for breath in the humid little room.

Amy pressed her hands into the door, using it as leverage as she slammed her body onto his dick.

"I love being your slut," she moaned, looking over her shoulder to him. "I love belonging to you."

"I love that you're mine, baby sister, all mine," he grunted.

"For always," she howled as he dug his cockhead roughly against her cervix.

Luke's hands found her tits and he squeezed her supple flesh. His body was arched over hers as he pounded into her seeping cunt. Her fluids leaked down her inner thighs.

"My ass," his sister moaned. "Fuck my ass, big brother. I want it, please."

He continued drilling his tool into her inner flesh as he spoke between heavy breaths, "We don't have lube, and it'll hurt you too much without it."

"I grabbed it this morning. It's in side pocket of my bag," Amy whimpered.

She forced herself upon his rod as hard as she could for several deep thrusts before he stepped back.

He picked her bag up from the floor, and she turned around, quickly dropping into a squat. She sucked her nectar from his hard flesh. He dug into the pocket. She giggled with his cock in her mouth when she saw the surprised look on his face.

"You're such a smart cookie," he groaned, dropping the bag on the floor.

"Mmhmm," she mumbled onto his prick.

"Now get back up to your spot," Luke said firmly.

Amy pulled her mouth off, and then kissed the tip of his shaft. She stood up. He spun her back around and she bent over. Her panties had fallen further down her thighs and she wiggled her bum.

She watched as her bother squeezed lube onto his palm. She waited impatiently while he rubbed his fingers into the glob after tossing the lube on top of her backpack.

He smeared lubricant onto her bud, and then pushed a finger inside of her. Amy yelped from the invasion, but it quickly soothed out into a moan.

Luke adored her desperate, lust crazed eyes and her open groaning mouth as he stroked himself with his other hand, coating his dick.

"Where does my slut want my cock?" he growled. His finger gently pumped her backdoor.

"Where your finger is," she whimpered.

"Where is that?" he asked in his husky tone.

Amy looked into his matching blue eyes. "My ass. I want your cock in my ass," she moaned as he probed her with his digit. "I need you to fuck my dirty hole."

Luke grinned, and then withdrew his finger. He wiped his sticky hands on her white shirt beneath her sweater against her back. Then, he pulled her cheeks apart.

He teased her, pressing his mushroom head against her hole, but pulling away before giving it to her.

"Luke," she held back a wanton scream, "please, please. I need it. I need your cock in my filthy, slut asshole!"

He shoved his organ into her, spreading her rim and cramming himself all the way inside of her. Her walls sucked him inside, bringing him as deep as possible inside of her glove.




Luke and Amy Ch. 05



"Fuck yes! Oh my god," Amy squealed as her anus stretched to fit him inside.

"You're a good whore," Luke grunted. "My precious whore of a baby sister."

Amy's mouth dropped open as he established a heavy rhythm with his thrusts. Her knees went weak and she was barely able to hold herself up. She whimpered, looking back at his face. She rocked her body and rolled her hips, filling her ass with his member.

"I'm your filthy school girl," she cried out. "You're fucking me at school because I need you so bad that I can't wait until tonight."

"You're a naughty school girl slut," Luke growled. "You can't go without my cock can you? You need it."

His hands left her ass and he groped her tits again, squeezing them roughly. Every time she squealed, her sphincter clenched around his erection.

"I do. I need it so fucking bad," Amy said between gasps. "I want you inside me all the time. I want to be overflowing with your sticky seed."

"Fuck, Amy you're so nasty," he hissed.

"I am!" she wailed. She realized how loud she had been and for a moment, she stayed quiet and listened intently for any noise outside of the door. She lowered her voice for her next string of nasty words, "I'm your nasty baby sister and you love me."

"I do. I love you just how you are," he moaned. "You're beyond perfect."

Her skirt dangled from her, fluttering as their bodies smashed together. Her clothes felt like they were suffocating her. Her pigtails swayed in the air.

The siblings were sweating heavily.

"Fuck your own ass with my cock," her brother snarled. "Do it, slut, show me how much you've needed this."

He tugged and twisted both of her nipples before he straightened his back.

Amy pressed the heel of her hands into the door and shoved her ass back onto his rod. She kept her head turned and her eyes locked on his. Her cheeks slapped against his pelvis.

"You like this don't you, you love how desperate I am for you," she howled, digging his cock into her sticky anus.

Luke answered her with a hard smack on her butt. He adored her flushed face and panting breaths from her quivering lips. He groaned deeply as she squeezed her ass tighter around his thickness.

"I'm your bimbo. Your bimbo fuckslut," Amy moaned.

Her tits swayed violently as she fucked herself as hard as she could. Her ass bounced roughly on him and she rolled her hips, smearing his dick into her anal walls.

"I'm your piece of flesh. Your baby sister is nothing but a toy for your pleasure," she nearly screamed. Her glasses had fallen to the tip of her sweaty nose. "Your personal fuck toy."

Her asscheeks slammed hard onto his pelvis. His balls slapped against her soaked pussy. Luke idly held her hips with one hand and his other continued spanking her.

Floods of intense heat began over taking her body. Her face crinkled as her legs uncontrollably quaked. Her anal walls pulsated around his organ, milking him as she began to orgasm.

"Fucking, fuck, fuck," Amy stammered. "I'm about to cum from your cock in my ass."

Her brother held her hips tight to keep her in position. He took over the thrusts and slammed his throbbing erection into her violently.

She went silent, biting down on her lip as her eyes rolled back. Her climax took her over. She gushed, squirting straight down onto the carpet, soaking it.

Her ass suckled his member as she came, begging him for his cum. Luke let out an animalistic roar. His cock erupted, shooting ribbons of his seed into the depths of her anus. His fingers dug into her flesh as his hips bucked into her. He coated her insides with his pearly load.

He stayed nestled inside of her hugging anus. They caught their breath for several long moments before he pulled out.

Amy reached between her legs and pushed her finger into her gaping hole. She pulled it out, and then brought it to her lips, giving herself a small taste of his spunk.

They smiled at each other as they both made themselves proper. His seed leaked out of her and stained her panties.

Amy put the lube back in her bag, and then looked down at the mess she made on the floor. 

"Oopsies," she giggled.

Luke smiled. "Naughty slut."

"That's me," she said proudly, and then kissed his lips.

After she tossed her bag over her shoulder, she smoothed out her uniform.

"Alright, how do we get out of here?" Luke asked.

"You wait up here, I'll make sure the coast is clear," Amy said with a happy, satisfied smile.

Luke opened the door. He let her pass through first, and then turned off the light. He closed the door behind them.

The cool air was heaven to their sweaty skin.

Amy fanned herself for a moment. Then, she wiped her face in her brother's sweater. Luke chuckled.

"I'll be right back," she said softly, and then disappeared down the stairs.

Amy stayed quiet and looked out to the stage. She didn't see anyone and listened carefully for any voices that could be behind the curtains. She waited a few moments before returning to her brother.

"Come on," she said as she took his hand.

Luke followed her down the stairs, back to the auditorium entrance. Before stepping onto the ground floor, Amy peeked around the corner. When she didn't see anyone, she took him to the doors that led to the auditorium.

He held her hand as they trotted down the side aisle. Amy brought him up the steps to the stage. Her hand slipped out of his and she put a hand up, telling him to wait.

She lightly stepped over behind the curtain, checking for students or teachers. She waved for Luke to follow when she didn't see anyone.

He grabbed her hand again as she led him backstage and down another set of stairs. They reached the door and she gently pushed it open. After another check for people, they slipped back into the hallway.

They went a few steps over to the door leading outside. Amy kept her fingers in the door so it didn't lock her out. He pulled off the yearbook badge from his neck, and then handed it back to her.

"I'll see you at two-thirty," Luke said, and then kissed her lips gently.

After he pulled away, he stroked her pink cheek. She smiled.

"I'll miss you," Amy said.

"I'll miss you too," he replied. He kissed her one last time. "Bye, beautiful."

Amy's lips curled into another smile. "Bye, my love."

She watched him disappear into the parking lot. Once he was out of sight, she went back inside.

She stopped in the restroom right by the door. She locked the door of the one stall room. Amy couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she cooled herself off with a wet paper towel.

"I can't believe I came from just his cock in my ass," she said to herself in the mirror. "That was fucking awesome."

She waited for a few long moments before she spritzed herself with apple scented body spray.

Once she was a fresh as she could be with cum stained panties, she returned to the hall.

Amy walked slowly with her tired legs, taking her time to return to class. She stopped in the cafeteria to grab a diet pop from the vending machine before going to her locker to get her lunch.

She stopped in the bathroom to pull the extra badge from her backpack, and then put hers directly on top.

She took one last glance at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were no longer pink and her hair looked okay enough for not having been messed with since the morning and the wind she was supposedly dealing with outside.

She left the restroom, and then took a few short steps down the hall. Before looking over at her teacher, Amy stuffed the two badges into the pocket on the wall.

The classroom was empty except for Amy and her teacher. The other students had not yet returned from lunch.

"Did you have any luck out there?" Misses Johnson asked.

"No ma'am. I'm sorry," Amy said with a slight grimace.

She sat down at the center table and began pulling out the items to her lunch.

"That's okay, Amy. You've worked hard all year," her teacher said.

Amy nodded as she chewed a bite of a turkey sandwich Luke made her this morning.

"I'm pretty sure we have more ads this year than any in the past," Misses Johnson continued. "You've done excellent work."

Amy swallowed before speaking, "Thank you. I've really enjoyed doing it." She took another mouthful and swallowed before she continued, "I like going around and talking to people and getting the ads from their companies."

Her teacher smiled. "You definitely have a way of talking to people. Maybe you can write a how-to guide for the staff next year."

"I wouldn't mind that at all," Amy said cheerfully.

Misses Johnson chuckled. "I was joking. You don't have to do that."

Amy finished a nibble of a granny smith apple. She grinned with sealed lips as she chewed. "I really wouldn't mind. If you think it would help, I can definitely do it for you."

"Alright, well no rush on it," her teacher said with a smile. "If you want to, it will be greatly appreciated."

Amy nodded and returned the smile. "No problem at all."

She finished up her lunch as the rest of the students returned to the room. They took their seats at various computers and some around the table.

Amy returned to her seat. As she stood up, a fresh leak of her brothers semen soaked into her panties. She grinned to herself as she sat down and it smeared into her skin. She hoped she had covered up the smell on her body and other students wouldn't notice. She made a mental note to not walk too close to Kristy later in the day.

The rest of the school day passed typically. She attended art history and physics with her best friend at her side the entire time. Amy excused herself to the restroom during one class to spritz herself with fresh body spray.

Finally, the final bell rang at two-thirty. Amy said bye to her friend at the doors before she rushed to the next street over where Luke was. He parked there to avoid the mad rush of teenage drivers peeling out of the parking lot.

Her brother was waiting for her, leaning against the car door. Amy smiled upon seeing him and began running.

Luke loved seeing her gleeful expression as she hurried to him. He also enjoyed the view of her swaying breasts and hips.

Amy wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as tight as she could. Luke returned the embrace, holding her to him for a few moments.

"I love you," he said. His hands gently stroked her back.

"I love you too," Amy replied with a happy sigh, breathing in his scent.

They broke off the embrace before lingering for too long. Luke opened the door for her and she slid inside. He went to the driver's side and took her hand in his immediately after igniting the engine.

He zigzagged through the neighborhood to get back to the main road.

"How was the rest of the day?" Luke asked with a wicked grin.

Amy bit her lip for a moment and looked over to him.

"Perfect," she said. Her eyes sparkled.

Luke smirked and glanced over at his sister. "Why was it perfect?"

"Because," Amy paused and squeezed his hand, "your cum has been slowly oozing out of me and staining my panties."

Luke chewed his lip and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb as he listened.

She continued, "It was a constant reminder of how naughty we are. Not to mention, you know how much I like to be messy."

He glanced over and they shared a salacious grin.

"You're right, I do know that," he commented. "I'm glad I could make your day perfect."

"Ever since you've been home, you've made my days perfect," she added, and then kissed his cheek.

Luke gently pressed the brake and rolled to a stop at a stop light.

"What did you tell Mom you were doing while you were gone?" Amy asked.

"Well, I picked up dry cleaning before coming to see you. Then, after, I went to a sports store and picked up some Cubs shirts for Timothy and Hunter."

"Aww, you're so sweet," she cooed and smiled wide.

Luke accelerated from the light. "I try."

His sister brought his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of his hand while she listened.

"Then, I stopped at the coffee shop and picked up a hazelnut latte for Mom and told her I was there most of the time."

She settled their arms back on the console, and then intertwined their fingers together.

"She must have believed me because her coffee was hot and she didn't ask any other questions," he added.

Luke drove them the rest of the way home. Amy leaned over and dropped a kiss on his lips at every light and stop sign until they reached their street.

Once the siblings arrived home, Amy went upstairs to take a quick shower. She felt uneasy keeping on cum soiled panties while she babysat. She blow dried her hair, and then ran the flat iron through it.

She slipped a pair of snug jeans over a pair of lavender silk bikini panties. She put on a pink and white striped button down on after the same white bra from earlier in the day.

"Can't match my lingerie all of the time," she said quietly with a shrug as she dressed herself.

Amy threw on a pink and gray argyle sweater over her shirt. She untucked the collar from the neck of the sweater.

She went to her laptop and found her Degas paper for art history. Editing it would give her brother some entertainment during homework time at the neighbor's house.

"I'm printing a paper, Mom," she hollered through the walls to her mother's office.

"Okay," Kathryn bellowed back.

Amy hit print, and then put socks and sneakers on. She found her sketch book and a few charcoal pencils from the cubbyhole in her desk. She stuffed the items into her backpack.

She stopped in the bathroom to clean her glasses. After slipping them back on her face, she continued through to the room next door.

"How was your day?" Amy asked, picking up the papers from the printer.

"Oh you know, exciting as always," her mother replied with a smile. "How about yours, sweetheart?"

"Well, Derek actually had a conversation with me today," Amy said as she stapled the small mass of paper together.

Kathryn turned her head from the computer with a shocked look on her face. "He did?"

Amy nodded. Her casual tone continued, "He said he was sorry for everything that happened and I forgave him."

"You did?" her mother gasped. "You're not getting back together with him, are you?"

"Oh god, no!" Amy laughed. "I'm just over it. He said he was sorry and that was nice. So, I let him off easy."

"I would have made him grovel at my feet for days on end before I ever thought about forgiving him," Kathryn commented vindictively.

Her daughter shrugged. "I'm over him. He got enough of my tears and sleep."

"He never deserved you. You can do a million times better."

Amy smiled. "Thanks Mom." She gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then straightened her back. "Luke and I are going to go pick up Timothy and Hunter. David said he might not be back till quite late tonight. Hopefully it be won't terribly late."

"Have fun sweetheart," Kathryn said with a smile, and then returned to work.

Amy left the room, and then went down the stairs. She grinned seeing her brother wrapping the boys' gifts and doing a terrible job.

"Need some help with that?" she asked with a chuckle as she approached the sofa.

"Please," Luke said with playful puppy eyes.

Amy ruffled his hair, and then knelt down in front of the coffee table. She took off the rumpled wrapping from one of the folded shirts, and then cut two pieces of blue wrapping paper.

She glanced over her shoulder to her brother, and then back down at the shirts.  The t-shirts were blue with a worn, vintage Cubbie bear logo. 

"You bought yourself the same shirt," Amy commented with a bright smile.

"I did," her brother said, returning the smile.

"They are going to love that," she said as she went back to wrapping.

She quickly folded the edges perfectly around the items, and then used a minimal amount of tape.

"How do you do that so easily?" he questioned her with slight astonishment in his voice.

Amy grinned. She pulled on the white ribbon and cut two identical lengths as she answered, "It comes easy when you're a perfectionist."

She wrapped the ribbon around the first gift, crossed it over, and then tied and elaborate bow.

"Is there anything you aren't good at?" her brother asked.

Amy decorated the second present in the same manner. "If there is, I haven't found it yet," she chuckled.

Luke shook his head with a smirk on his lips.

"I'm just kidding. I know that I'm not perfect at everything." She got back up to her feet.

Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto his lap. His sister held back a giggle.

He whispered in her ear, "You're perfect at kissing."

Her brother turned her face with his hand and softly kissed her lips. They gently traded tongues for a few short moments. Both of their hearts pounded from the fear of getting caught. Amy slid out of his lap with a naughty grin painted on her lips before too many seconds passed.

"Are you ready to go get the boys?" Amy asked. She ran her fingers through her hair. "I don't want to make them wait."

Luke softly squeezed her hip. "Of course not, let's get going," he said as he lifted himself off of the sofa.

They both put on their jackets. He gathered the immaculately wrapped gifts while Amy put her bag over her shoulder.

"Bye Mom," the siblings said in unison before walking out the front door. They stopped to pet the family dog on the way out.

"Bye guys," Kathryn hollered back.

They went down the few steps from the stoop to the sidewalk.

"Did you leave your glove at their house last night?" Amy asked as they headed to the car. "I didn't see it in my room when I was packing up."

"Yes," Luke replied, and then opened the passenger side door for his sister.

She slid in, and then dropped her book bag on the floorboard. He handed her the gifts and Amy held them in her lap. They both buckled up and he started up the engine.

Amy took his hand the moment he began driving.

Luke drove the car to the same elementary he and his sister had attended. He took the side roads and stopped at several stop signs along the way. 

"You know what?" Amy asked cheerfully.

"What?" Luke asked right back.

"Ich liebe dich," she said, and then dropped a gently kiss on his cheek. "Did I say it correctly?" she asked, making sure she used the proper German pronunciation of the words to say, "I love you."

He grinned. "Ja. Ich liebe dich auch."

Amy smiled and squeezed his hand.  "How do you say, 'I love my brother'?"

"Ich liebe meinen Bruder," Luke said. 

"I like how that sounds," she commented. She said the words softly to herself several times, mimicking his pronunciation and accent as she committed it to memory. "You sound so sexy speaking German."

He blushed lightly. "Danke. Ich liebe meine Schwester."

She smiled even wider. "That means, 'I love my sister'?"

"Ja," he replied with a grin.

His sister continued to hold the bright smile painted on her lips. "How do you say, 'I love you more than anything'?"

"Ich liebe dich vor allem," Luke replied in a German accent. 

He looked over at her at the stop sign, she had her eyes closed and her lips were moving, learning the new phrase. He interrupted her and kissed her lips.

Amy giggled when he pulled away. She bit her lip for a moment, thinking of what to ask next.

She broke the silence after a few seconds. "How do you say, 'I love how you feel inside me'?"

Luke chuckled, but quickly replied, "Ich liebe wie in mich passt."

Amy shivered. She took a moment to repeat the words to herself before asking another question. "How about, 'May I suck your cock'?"

Luke shook his head with a grin, knowing she would be using these lines at a more intimate time. "Darf ich dir einen blasen."

She said the words out loud a few times. Luke's grin got bigger each time.

"You better stop this. I'm going to start getting hard if you keep this up," he said. "And we are almost to the school."




Luke and Amy Ch. 06



"I'll see you tomorrow," Amy said as she hugged her best friend before taking off to meet her brother.

Kristy turned away and walked towards the parking lot.

Amy walked as fast as she could, to the side street where he was parked. Her heart fluttered in anticipation. It had only been seven hours since she kissed him when he dropped her off. But, every school day seemed to get longer.

Luke saw her as she turned onto the street. He gave a wide smile and she started running. She didn't stop until she was in his arms again.

"I hate being away from you," Amy said, squeezing her arms around him as tight as she possibly could.

He kissed the top of her head and filled his lungs with the sweet scent of her hair. "I know. Me too," he said muttered between soft kisses.

She slowly pulled away, and then looked up into his matching blue eyes with a smile on her lips. "I like missing you though. Is that strange?"

He shook his head. "No, missing each other shows us how much we love each other."

Amy smiled even brighter. "My thoughts exactly."

Luke reached over and opened the passenger side door for her, and then she slid in. She dropped her backpack on the floorboard before buckling up. He went to get other side and got in. He took her hand the moment after he had put on his seatbelt and started up the car.

He weaved through the neighborhood to get back to the main road.

"Did you tell Mom that we are going to meet up with Ethan tonight?" Amy asked. Her head settled sideways against the headrest so she could look at him.

"Yes, I did," he replied.

Amy grinned devilishly. "Do you think that it will happen tonight?"

He raised a brow. "It?"

She grinned slyly. "Going a few steps further in front of Ethan, maybe even..." her voice trailed off, leaving "it" to his imagination.

Her brother smirked. "Maybe. I mean, it all depends on his roommates." Luke kept his foot on the brake for several moments trying to take a left turn.

She squirmed in her seat. "I really hope it happens tonight."

"Me too. But, if it doesn't, it will soon enough. Don't worry."

Amy looked over to the car next to her after they were stopped at a red light. She leaned over and kissed him, gently slipping her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues danced until the car behind them honked when the light had turned green.

She giggled as she settled back into her seat.

Luke drove them the rest of the way home. Penny, the yellow lab, greeted them at the door.

Amy squatted down to pet her head and to receive doggie kisses on her cheeks. She chortled, "Did you miss me today?"

Luke smiled watching his sister. She stood up, and then he squatted down to do the same.

The siblings took off their coats and hung them on the rack near the door.

"Hey Mom," they called in unison.

"Hey guys," Kathryn shouted back from her office.

Luke took a seat on the burgundy leather sofa while Amy went to the kitchen. She let the dog out and left the door open so she could come back in when she wanted. Amy grabbed two Diet Cokes from the fridge before returning to the front room.

"What time are we supposed to meet him?" she asked as she handed her brother a pop can.

He took it, and then popped it open as he answered, "He said he gets off work at five. So, we can leave here then and he won't have to wait on us."

Amy nodded. "That sounds good." She leaned down to kiss his cheek. "I'm going to go shower real quick."

"But, you look so sexy in your uniform," he whispered in her ear.

His sister pulled back and grinned wickedly. She spoke softly, "Should I bring my uniform with me tonight?"

Luke nodded avidly. Amy grinned wider and winked. She picked up her backpack, and then went up the stairs. He watched as she purposely swayed her hips for his eyes.

"Damn Amy," he mumbled to himself. "Ethan's world is about to get rocked."

Penny returned while Amy was upstairs. She brought her ball to Luke to play her favorite game. He obliged her and lightly tossed the ball around the living room.

In her room, Amy stripped out of her uniform and underwear. She tossed her panties in the hamper, and then folded up her plaid skirt and white button down shirt. She pulled a few items she didn't need for her homework out of her bag before putting her clothes inside. She stuffed the sweater vest in as well.

She took a quick shower and shaved because she didn't have time this morning. She wanted to be baby soft for her brother and Ethan tonight.

After turning off the water, she hopped out and wrapped her body in a coral pink bathrobe. She towel dried her hair, and then went back into her room.

After a bit of deliberation, Amy plucked a two bra and panty sets from her lingerie drawer. She placed one set inside of her bag.

She put on white lace bra and panties, and then slipped into a snug pair of jeans. She put on a white t-shirt with black sleeves. Over her chest was an upside down treble clef and a right side up bass clef. The design was printed in red and the two clefs together made a design similar to heart.

Amy returned to her bathroom to blow dry her hair, and then straighten her thick brunette mane.  She set her hair over her shoulders while admiring herself in the mirror for a moment. The print on her snug shirt was stretched over her large bosom and her tight jeans hugged her hips and ass. She collected hair ties and ribbons from the counter, and then stuffed them into her backpack.

She stopped in her closet for two pairs of shoes, red ballet flats for now and a pair for later.

While she was standing in her closet, she remembered an old uniform skirt that she had ripped on accident last year. She had decided that since it was already ruined, she would make it shorter. She cut it and hemmed it so it was ridiculously short. She grabbed it, and then added it to the growing amount of clothing in her bag. She also pulled out a pair of stockings from her lingerie drawer.

Once her backpack was nearly over flowing with items for Luke and Ethan's viewing pleasure, she picked it up, and then headed back downstairs. She stopped in her mom's office for a quick chat on the way.

Luke's eyes turned to the stairwell as he heard Amy come down. He watched her breasts bounce inside of the shirt that strained to contain them. He enjoyed the modest taste of midriff that the gap between her shirt and hip hugging jeans allowed. Her hip bones just barely peeked out above her jeans.

She hopped off of the last step, and then scurried over to her brother. She dropped her bag on the floor before running her fingers through his soft brown hair. She smiled, and then gently kissed his lips.

Luke grinned as she pulled away and straightened back up.

"I'm going to work a new piano piece for a bit. Will that bother you?" Amy asked. Her fingertips danced on his shoulder over his dark red t-shirt.

He shook his head. "Of course not," he replied, and then muted the television.

Penny hopped up on the sofa next to him.

She spun around on her toes, and then made her way to the mahogany baby grand piano near the bay the window. She opened the lid over the sound board. Then, she squatted down next to the bench and fished through her music bag.

Luke watched her every move as he petted Penny's back. He admired the curve of her bum and how her jeans hugged every line of her hips and ass. He got a quick peek at her white lace panties.

Amy sat down at the bench, and then pushed the keyboard cover back. She warmed up her hands for several minutes playing through scales and arpeggios.

Luke came up behind her a few minutes after she had started playing a Schubert sonata at a much slower tempo, learning the music.

Amy smiled, feeling his presence behind her. Her fingers continued to move along the ivories. A few times, she stopped when a section troubled her. She played through it until she got comfortable, and then moved on.

Luke stared at the sheet music she was reading. It looked like a foreign language.

"How do you read that?" Luke asked after several minutes.

Amy's fingers stopped and she chuckled. "Do you want to learn?"

"Sure, but I don't want to learn with that," he laughed.

Amy giggled, and then scooted over on the bench. "We'll start easy," she said as she patted the wood next to her.

She kissed his cheek after he sat down. "Give me a second to dig through my old books. It's been awhile since I used them," she said teasingly.

Luke grinned while running his fingers over the white and black keys. Amy got up and looked through a stack of music books inside of a basket behind a piano. She found a beginner piano book, and then returned to his side.

She took the sonata off of the stand and dropped it gently on the floor. She replaced it with the large book, and then opened it up. 

"Alright, treble clef, which is all this is," she said, pointing to the line of music on the paper, "is done with your right hand."

Luke nodded and chewed his lip, focusing on what she was telling him.

"The lines are, E G B D F," Amy stated.

"Every good boy does fine," Luke recalled with triumph in his voice.

His sister beamed, "You remembered!"

"A few things," he chuckled.

Amy rubbed his back and rested her head on the shoulder. "What about the spaces?"

"F A C E, face."

She kissed his shoulder. "We are off to a great start already."

Luke nuzzled her head with his cheek. "Okay, so what now?"

"Do you remember note lengths, like quarter notes and half notes?" she asked.

He thought for a moment before speaking, "Quarter notes are one beat, half notes are two. Is that right?"

"You got it," she said and rubbed his back again. "Alright, now, let's put what you know together with your fingers."

Luke nodded with a nervous expression.

His sister straightened her posture. "Don't worry, this will be easy, I promise." She reached over and took his right hand, placing his thumb on a key, pointing to the note on the line below the staff at the same time. "This note is middle C."

Her thigh was pressed against his and she rubbed her foot along his calf while she was teaching him. To show him how to play a simple melody, she had him place his hand on top of hers so he could feel how her fingers moved. Their hearts sped up in unison as they touched each other. After she had played it a few times, she put her hand on top of his and helped him move along the keys for the first time.

The piano lesson continued until Luke played "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," using the correct fingers for the notes without problems. Amy was patient while teaching him and praised him when he had done well. She made him play the melody several times. Each time his fingers got smoother on the keys. 

He kissed her softly and said, "You're a great teacher," before sliding off of the bench.

She grinned. "You're a good student."

Her brother petted her head, and then returned to the sofa. He plopped down next to Penny and woke her from her nap. She moved her head to his thighs, and the promptly went back to her doggie dreams.

Amy went back to learning her sonata until it was time to leave. 

They put on their jackets and Amy picked up her backpack. They said bye to their mother and Penny before leaving.

Luke took side roads to avoid highway traffic on the way to Ethan's neighborhood. The siblings held hands the entire way.

Amy switched from her left hand holding his to her right. She reached over and her fingers grazed over his package. She lightly trailed them up and down on his crotch. She giggled when she felt his member twitch.

"Why are you giggling?" Luke chuckled.

She had a naughty gleam in her eyes. "Because, I like teasing you and feeling what affect it has."

Luke shook his head with a grin. "You're such a naughty girl."

"You love it." She groped his hardening cock through his jeans. "And I love being yours," she said, and then drew a heart with her fingertip over his package. "I love what's inside here as well."

Her brother groaned at her words and her tender touch.

Her hand continued massaging him. She switched back and forth between rubbing with her palm and dragging her fingertips over his hidden erection and sac. She kept an innocent grin on her face while he ached to be released from his pants.

She withdrew her hand a few minutes before they arrived at their destination to give him some time to calm down.



Luke and Amy arrived at a coffee shop in Logan Square. She pulled her calculus necessities from her backpack before getting out of the car.

Luke went inside to get drinks. Amy found a table outside that was on the end of the row, as far away from other people as possible. She took a seat against the brick wall, and then began her homework.

Her brother returned with an iced latte for her and a black coffee for himself. Amy smiled and thanked him as he sat down next to her. 

She sipped it while she diligently worked until Ethan arrived. Luke filled his time with reading a novel and glancing at his sister. He mostly admired her.

Less than a week ago, he was doing the same thing. He loved seeing her hair fly up and away from her face when she took frustrated breaths and when she tapped her pencil on her cheek. He adored how she ran her pencil against her lips when she was thinking about an equation, only this time, he knew how her soft lips felt when they rubbed against his cock. 

He smirked, remembering the thoughts he had about her the first night he was home and how far they had come. He reached under the table and placed his and on her knee. Then, he trailed up her thigh until his fingers grazed her crotch. His hand came back down just as fast, and then he returned to holding his book.

His sister squirmed from his teasing touch and feeling his eyes on her. She smiled to herself, but continued to remain focused. She didn't have much homework tonight, and wanted to finish as much as she could in case their plans were able to take place.

About thirty minutes later, Luke saw his friend walking up to them. Amy looked up and smiled, before returning her eyes back to her notebook. She quickly finished the equation before he had reached the table.

"Hey guys," Ethan said with a friendly smile.

"Hey," the siblings said in unison.

"Sorry I'm a little late." Ethan sighed. "Traffic was a bitch."

"No problem. This is Chicago, there's always traffic," Luke said with a smile.

Amy rose up from her chair, and then stepped behind Luke's. She gave Ethan a warm hug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Ethan caressed her back and enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed against his before she stepped back and returned to her seat.

"I'm going to go grab a drink, do you guys want anything?" Ethan asked.

"I'm good," Amy replied, with the straw from her latte between her lips.

Luke shook his head. "No thanks, man."

Ethan turned and headed inside. Amy watched his stout form walk away in his navy blue suit. She wondered for a moment about what tonight would bring. A sly smile curled on her lips.

"What are you grinning about, Squirt?" Luke chuckled.

"I think you know," she giggled.

Her brother playfully shook his head. "I'm guessing that it involves the three of us."

Amy leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You guess correctly." She pulled away and smiled.

Ethan returned shortly after and took a seat next to Luke, across from Amy. She closed up her book. Then, she stacked her spiral, calculator, and pencil on top of the book.

Ethan ran his hand over his blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail while an awkward silence lingered for a few moments.

Amy glanced over at her brother, and then looked into Ethan's green eyes. "So, I think you know why we wanted to talk with you," she said with a hopeful tone in her voice.

Ethan nodded, and then sipped his cappuccino.

Amy placed her hand on top of Luke's on the table. She took a deep breath before she spoke, "Remember how we said your presence made us comfortable?"

Ethan nodded again. His eyes were locked on Amy's.

Amy thought for a moment how to word things with other people nearby. She bit her lip for a few seconds. "Well, we want to do more and want you to be there."

Ethan kept his calm poker face, though he shifted slightly in his seat. It took him a few moments to digest the information. He knew that was why they wanted to see him, but it had to set in that he would actually witness it. 

While the silence lingered, Amy felt a bit nervous. She nibbled her lip and glanced over at Luke. He gave her a reassuring smile and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. Their eyes turned back to their friend.

Ethan spoke after what seemed like an eternity to the siblings. "That can be done," he stated calmly. 

Grins curled on the corners of the siblings' lips. Ethan smiled behind his coffee cup. With a few simple words and smiles, everything was understood.

"When do you want to?" Ethan asked as he set his cup down on the table.

She shrugged. "Tonight if that's possible. We've been pretty excited." She paused for a moment. "But, we will wait if we have to."

Luke nodded in agreement. He let Amy talk because he understood that she had a way with words and could keep much calmer than him.

"Well, I can't promise this, but usually on Wednesdays my roommates go out to their favorite bar for the specials," Ethan stated.

The siblings nodded. Amy tried to keep her expression serene, though she was quickly warming up between her thighs. Luke curled his fingers around hers.

Ethan continued, "So, if they follow their routine we can be alone."

"Perfect." Amy smiled wide. "When do they usually go out?"

Ethan smiled back. "Between seven and eight and usually they won't get back till after midnight."

"Amy needs to be home before midnight cause of school tomorrow," her brother said, and then tussled her hair. "Our little high-schooler," he teased.

Amy giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. Ethan chuckled.

"How about we go back to your place, I'll make us some dinner, and after your roommates leave," she finished with a shrug of insinuation.

"That sounds great," Ethan said with a smile. "Though, my fridge is pretty bare. You might want to stop and pick up whatever you need."

Amy smiled. "No problem at all. You're not a vegetarian or have any allergies do you?"

Ethan shook his head and chuckled, "I eat anything besides my own cooking."

Amy giggled and shot him a flirty wink. "Hopefully you'll eat mine."

"I'm sure I will," Ethan commented.

The trio rose up from their seats. Amy collected her study materials in one arm and her drink with the other hand. Luke and Ethan both picked up their coffees. Then, the siblings and Ethan went to their respective automobiles.

Luke drove to the nearest grocery store. He held his sister's hand the whole way.

"Luke," she said, and then paused for a brief moment, "do you want Ethan to join in more this time?"

"Well, to be honest," he turned down the radio and glanced at her before returning his eyes to the road.

Amy nibbled her lip waiting for him to talk.

"It's a fantasy of mine to see you with another guy and I think Ethan would be a great start," he confessed.

She nodded and pursed her lips. "I could get into that."

Luke squeezed her hand. "But, we don't have to go that far tonight. If you're uneasy with going that far, that's totally fine. Whatever makes you comfortable."

His sister smiled, and then brought their locked hands to her mouth. She kissed the back of his hand between words, "Are you sure you won't get jealous if I were to fuck him?"

"Absolutely." He turned into the parking lot. "I know you're mine," he said with a smile. "This is just for fun."

Her gentle kisses on his hand continued. "You're right. I do belong to my big brother and I always will."




Luke and Amy Ch. 06



He pulled into a parking space, and then turned off the car. He turned to her and stretched his fingers out. Her fingers were still wrapped around his knuckles as he stroked her cheek.

He looked into her eyes and spoke gently, "You can do anything you want tonight. I want you to enjoy this as much as he and I do."

Amy smiled.

"But, if you don't want to do anything, whatever it is, that's more than fine," Luke continued. "And, if you ever get uncomfortable, tell me and we will stop."

Her smile became wider and brighter. "Why are you so good to me?"

"Because, I love you," her brother said, and then pulled her lips to his by a nudge of her jaw.

"And, I love you," Amy replied before their mouths met.

The siblings shared a tender kiss. Their tongues gently massaged each other's and shared an intimate dance until the kiss broke off into several small pecks.

"We better get moving before he thinks we stopped to fuck," Amy giggled, nuzzling his nose with hers.

Luke chuckled, and then unbuckled his seatbelt. Amy did the same.

They went into the store and quickly picked up the items needed to make chicken noodle casserole. They made their way through the aisles, collecting the ingredients and dropping them into a basket on Luke's arm. The lines at the registers were long and Amy rested her head on his shoulder while they waited.

They returned to the car. Luke carried the three bags, and then dropped them in the backseat. Then, he drove them a couple of blocks to Ethan's house.

After retrieving the plastic bags, he met Amy on the sidewalk. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips before they headed to the door. Amy carried her backpack on her shoulders. She tried to take one of the grocery bags from him, but he refused.

She rang the doorbell. Within a few seconds, Ethan opened it and let them inside. He had changed into a t-shirt and jeans.

"Hello again," Amy said sweetly. She gave him another hug, purposely rubbing her breasts into his chest. She whispered in his ear, "I hope you're excited about this as we are."

She pulled away before he could respond. But, the lustful look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

His roommates were on the sofa in the front room, snuggled up together. Ethan took the siblings to meet them.

"Hey guys," he said to his roommates, "this is my best friend, Luke, he's back in town for a visit from Germany," he pointed to Amy, "and this is his sister, Amy."

The siblings smiled. The couple on the sofa stood up to shake hands and greet them.

"I'm Peter," he said as he took Amy's hand. Then, he shook Luke's.

She could see his eyes quickly scan her over her. She smiled inwardly. She was noticing when men checked her out more than she used to, and she enjoyed it.

"And, this is my girlfriend, Hailey," Peter continued.

The blonde woman said a soft, "Hello," shook the siblings' hands, and then sat back down.

"Ethan has told us a lot about you, Luke. You two have been friends forever, huh?" Peter asked.

Both Luke and Ethan chuckled.

"Since we were six, seems like forever," Luke said with a smile.

Amy excused herself to the kitchen to make dinner. Ethan took the grocery bags and followed her. Luke took a seat on the sofa and continued a friendly conversation with Peter and Hailey.

"Can you get a few things out for me?" Amy asked as she unloaded the groceries onto the counter.

"Sure, what do you need?" His eyes were glued to his best friend's sister's ass in her snug jeans. He tried to rip them away, but they kept returning.

Amy felt his eyes and shook her head teasingly. Then, she wiggled her bum purposely as she stepped over to the sink to wash her hands. She told him the items she needed and he retrieved them all for her. 

He started a pot of water for the noodles. Amy diced up the chicken, and then cooked it in a saucepan with olive oil. She took the pan off the heat when it was finished, and then dropped the noodles into the boiling water. Ethan watched her move professionally around the kitchen.

The television from the front room was quite loud and Amy figured if they talked quietly his roommates couldn't hear them.

Ethan hung out in the kitchen and helped her chop celery while she cut carrots. They stood right next to each other.

"Hey Ethan, can I ask you something?" Amy asked softly.

"Of course," he replied.

She put down the knife and looked over at him. She kept her voice soft. "After tonight, if Luke and I kept doing stuff, would you think there was something wrong with us? Or, would you tell anyone, report us, or anything like that?"

Ethan rubbed his lips together while he collected his thoughts. He stopped chopping, and then gently put his hand on her shoulder. "No. Never. Those thoughts have never even crossed my mind since Saturday," he spoke equally quiet. "I will never do anything to hurt you guys."

Amy smiled. "Thanks Ethan. It's nice to have someone to confide in."

He smiled back. "I'll be here for you guys no matter what. I'll never think any less of either of you. I love you guys like my brother and sister."

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. She spoke again when she had pulled away, "Can I tell you a secret?"

He nodded.

She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts for a moment. She wanted to make sure that the little white lie she was about to tell came out smooth and honest. She consciously raised her eyes to his as she began speaking, "Ever since Saturday, Luke and I have been different with each other and it's not in a bad way at all. We kiss a lot, and we've messed around a few more times, but we haven't gone any further than oral."

He looked in her eyes and nodded as he listened.

She paused and nibbled her lip before she continued, "I've always loved Luke, and he's the best big brother any girl could ask for. But," she took another moment to collect her thoughts before her next confession, "I love him more than that. Like, a lot more."

Ethan gently stroked her cheek. "That's nothing to be ashamed of. Have you told him?"

Amy nuzzled into his hand and nodded. She kept her eyes on his.

"Does he feel the same?" He asked.

She nodded again and smiled. "Very much the same."

He tucked her hair behind her ear. "I honestly think that's wonderful. I know ninety-nine percent of the population wouldn't. But, I think it's amazing that you two have that."

Amy wrapped her arms around him extra tight. He returned the hug and held her body to his. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"It's going to be so hard when he leaves," Amy whispered.

He gently ran his hand through her silky hair. "I'll be here for you whenever you need it," he reassured her. "You're my sister too, not by blood, but you are."

Amy smiled and lifted her head to see his eyes. "I am, aren't I?"

He kissed her forehead. "Yes you are."

Their embrace broke and they shared a warm smile before they returned to chopping vegetables. There were several moments of silence except for knives slicing through carrots and celery.

"Why didn't we see each other after Luke left?" Amy asked.

"Well, I've only been back in Chicago since January. I had my apartment in Urbana-Champaign and never came back except for holidays."

"That makes sense."

Ethan grabbed another celery stalk. "Whenever I was in town, I figured you were too busy with your life. I did think about you often, though. Wondering what you were up to and things like that."

"I wondered about you too," she said with a smile.

They finished chopping, and then Amy sautéed the vegetables for a few minutes. When she was done, she put the noodles in the casserole dish. She added the rest of the ingredients, taking her time to make sure everything was properly mixed and the spread was even.

"How did you meet Peter and Hailey?" she questioned.

"We've been roommates for a while now. Peter and I met our sophomore year at U of I and got an apartment together. Shortly after, he and Hailey got together and she was basically living with us. Not technically, but she was there almost every day."

Amy opened up the oven door, and then put the dish on the top rack. "When did she officially move in with you two?"

"About six months after they started dating. Her lease ended and it was a big help to all of us to split rent three ways."

She set the oven timer, and then looked over at him. "Do you ever feel like a third wheel, you know, because you live with a couple?" she asked gently, not wanting to offend him with the question.

Ethan shook his head. "If I do, it's very rare. They are both good friends of mine, they just happen to be together. I actually set them up."

Amy smiled. "You're such a good guy. Some girl is going to swoop you up and never let you go."

Ethan blushed. "You're too sweet, Amy."

She shrugged with a grin. "It's the truth."

"Well, from my experience, girls don't like the nice guys."

"Those girls are stupid. You don't want them anyway." She kissed his cheek.

Ethan closed his eyes, feeling her lips on his face warmed his being. 

Amy and Ethan returned to the front room. Hailey had disappeared to get ready to go out for the evening. Ethan joined Luke and Peter on the sofa and Amy took a seat in a cozy chair. She returned to her homework while the men took turns playing a first person shooter video game.

Luke's eyes trailed over to his sister several times. His mind wandered to his fantasies of seeing her with another man. He wanted to kiss her face and caress her cheek while she looked in his eyes and someone else was inside of her. She was too amazing not to share. He knew she wouldn't run off to be with any of the men he shared her with.

He had such fantasies for a long time now. He had had a few girlfriends during his time in Europe, and the thought had crossed his mind before, though he had never acted on it. He knew the women he was with probably would have been interested, but he never wanted to share his desires. But, he could with Amy and she could share anything with him as well.

Amy felt his eyes on her and smiled as she continued scribbling in her notebook. 

Between equations, she wondered for a moment about how the events of the evening would play out. She had always been close with Ethan, but she wasn't sure if the timing was right to fuck him because of what he believed to be true. It may be moving too fast. But, he would get something. She grinned to herself and went to work on the next math problem.

Amy finished her homework a couple of minutes before the oven timer buzzed. She bounded off of the chair and hurried into the kitchen. She found the oven mitts in a nearby drawer, put them on, and then pulled the casserole dish from the oven. 

"Dinner's ready," she called. "Peter, do you and Hailey want any?"

"We are going to eat at the bar later, thanks though," Peter hollered back.

"No problem, there should be plenty of leftovers," Amy shouted across the house.

Luke and Ethan rose up from the sofa, and then headed into the kitchen. 

"You're quite the little homemaker, aren't you, Squirt?" Luke's voice was playful.

She batted her long lashes and smiled a bright, radiant smile. "I do my best."

Ethan retrieved three plates from the cabinets, and then Amy filled them with chicken noodle casserole. Luke found the silverware and pulled out three forks. Ethan grabbed two beers, and then a diet soda for Amy. Everyone met at the table. Luke sat next to Amy, and Ethan on the other side of her.

Ethan took his first mouthful and immediately made an approving sound. After he swallowed, he spoke, "Amy, this is delicious."

"Thank you," she replied graciously. "I've always liked to cook and bake."

"I remember you would help your mom bake cookies when I was over. Who knew you'd become a culinary powerhouse," Ethan said.

Amy smiled. "Well, practice makes perfect," she said simply. "Such is true with a lot of things." She winked.

Luke grinned, but kept silent and playfully shook his head while he chewed.

Ethan shoveled another forkful into his mouth. Amy could tell that he wanted to say something dirty, but was holding back. She hoped he was thinking about her oral talents.

The mood during dinner was quite lighthearted, even though everyone knew what was going to happen shortly. Ethan told them about his day at work as an insurance broker. Late Monday night, there was a heavy thunderstorm, and people were still reporting incidents such as tree limbs falling on their cars and hail damage to their homes. 

Luke and Amy told him about their babysitting adventures, minus the naughty bit on Tuesday evening. 

When dinner wound down, Luke and Ethan took charge of the dishes. Amy wanted to help, but they refused to let her. She put the leftovers away, and then handed them the dirty casserole dish. 

Peter and Hailey came into the kitchen to say that they were going out. Everyone said bye to each other and the courteous, "It was nice to meet you."

The men were just about done with dishes when Amy said, "I'm going to go change clothes. You boys stay here."

Ethan and Luke looked at each other when she scurried to the front room to get her backpack. 

"Why does she need to change clothes?" Ethan asked.

"Beats me, dude," Luke replied. He smiled inwardly, knowing why. "I blame it on being female. Seriously, she changes clothes like three times a day."

The friends shared a laugh. 

Amy took her bag to Ethan's room. She pulled out the garments of her school uniform and laid them out on the bed. She grabbed a comb, hair ties, and dark blue ribbons from her bag. Then, she went to the bathroom to put her hair in pigtail French braids and tied ribbons at the ends of them. 

She returned to the blue painted room and stripped down nude. She folded up her clothes and put them in a neat pile on the floor in the corner. She placed her bag in the corner as well.

Amy slipped into a pair of high cut, green and blue, plaid bikini panties. The print almost perfectly matched her skirt. She propped up her large breasts in a matching plaid push up bra with a little blue bow between the cups.

She decided on her shortened skirt and slipped it on. The material was barely enough to cover her ass. She put the proper length skirt back into her bag. Then, she put on her white button down shirt. She only buttoned the bottom few buttons, leaving her tits completely on display. 

After putting on her skirt and blouse, she sat down on the bed. She carefully pulled up white stockings and wiggled the nylon on her thighs. The blue satin bows sat perfectly in the middle on the front side of her upper legs. 

As she put on a pair of black Mary Janes with a bit of a platform that she had worn for Halloween last year, she thought for a moment that she felt a bit like a stripper. It wasn't a bad thought, just a curious one. 

It made a smile curl on her lips, knowing that the guys were going to be flabbergasted upon seeing her. She giggled and grinned, imagining them looking like cartoon characters with their tongues hanging out and panting.

Luke knew she was putting on her uniform. But, he didn't know this wouldn't be the same as he had seen the last several days, for obvious reasons. 

She buckled the straps on her shoes, and then returned to the bathroom. She checked herself out from the front and the back. She tugged the shirt open a bit more, to display her breasts and bra an absurd amount. Then, she tied her blue and green striped tie loosely around her neck. 

She smiled to herself in the mirror. She turned around and bent over just a touch to see how short her skirt really was. She liked seeing her pleated skirt rise up, displaying her round bum and plaid panties from such a small movement. She wasn't used to dressing so provocatively and she felt beyond sexy.

Amy returned to the bedroom, and then turned on both of the lamps on the nightstand for mood lighting. She cleaned all of her stuff off of the bed and placed it in the corner with her other items. Then, she exited the room and strutted through the house.

Luke and Ethan were on the sofa in the front room. They looked up when they heard Amy's heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The sound preceded her presence.

Amy stepped into the living room with a gentle smile on her lips. She seductively swayed her hips as she walked.

The guys' jaws hit the floor. Their eyes were glued to her.

She loved seeing two pairs of eyes scanning over every inch of her.

Both men's hearts skidded. They watched her large breasts bounce with each step and jiggle against the encasing of her plaid bra. Her skirt seemed almost pointless as it barely covered anything. Her white stockings with satin bows added a sexy innocence to her outfit. 

Amy kept quiet during her approach. She stopped in front of the coffee table so they both had clear views. She turned away from them and looked back over her shoulder.

Ethan choked on his breath, watching her slowly bend over and expose her plaid panties that showed more of her bum than they hid. He couldn't believe that the girl he met when she was two-years-old, playing with blocks on the living room floor, was the vixen before him.

Luke's mouth went dry. He was expecting to see her in her uniform, but not this extremely naughty school girl version. His thought process had flat lined.

Amy rose up and spun back around. "You guys are awfully quiet," she giggled. "Is something wrong?"

They both shook their heads and their wide eyes remained still.

She grinned and played with the end her pigtail with her right hand. She cocked her hip and put her other hand on it. "Well, you boys better say something soon, or I'm going to start getting self-conscious," she teased.

Ethan tried to force words out of his mouth. He failed miserably. A string of incoherent mumbles escaped his lips.

Luke cleared his throat. "I'm stunned. You look," it took him another moment to speak, "amazing. Like, fucking incredible."

Amy smiled sweetly and shied away into her shoulder. Her eyes trailed to Ethan. "What do you think?"

Ethan licked his lips, still trying to formulate a proper sentence while his cock was rapidly growing beneath his jeans. He swallowed hard, and then forced himself to speak, "Amy, you look ravishing."

She giggled, "I hope to get ravished."

Both men groaned at the siren's words.

She held out both of her hands and wiggled her fingers. "Shall we?"

Both men rose from the sofa. They went around opposite sides of the coffee table, and then took her hands. Ethan quickly picked up his glass of water from the table.

Amy closed her fingers around their hands before they led her back to Ethan's bedroom.

Ethan closed the door behind them. 

Luke picked her up in his arms, and then gently placed her in the center of the bed. She bit her lip and watched him climb up onto the bed, coming to her.

Ethan was just about to take a seat in his computer chair when Amy said, "No, come up here with us."

Luke rested on his elbow at his sister's side. He lightly ran his hand over the mounds of flesh on her chest.

"Are you sure?" Ethan asked as he stepped out of his shoes.

She looked over at him. "Absolutely," she replied sweetly. "We want you to be close and to share this with us."

She saw Ethan sliding up onto his bed, and then turned her eyes back to her brother. "Kiss me please," she whispered.

Ethan settled on the other side of her. He propped his head up on his hand to watch.

Luke grinned. "Anything for you, my sweet baby sister."

He leaned down and kissed her lips gently. Her soft lips melted into his and their mouths opened in unison. Their kiss started soft, but quickly showed their desire. Their tongues swirled and tangled together, desperate to taste every corner of their siblings' mouth.





Luke and Amy Ch. 06



Amy's right hand grasped onto Luke's t-shirt, pulling him closer to her. Her other hand searched for Ethan's hand. Once she found it, she brought it to her breast.

Ethan didn't move his hand at first. She turned her face from her brother's, and then looked into Ethan's uncertain eyes. She nodded gently. After she eased his shock, Ethan groped her tit.

Amy returned her lips to her brother's and moaned into his mouth, feeling two men's hands on her body. The sensations sent a shiver down her spine.

Luke broke off the kiss with several little pecks. He kissed across her cheek to her neck. He nibbled her flesh as he tugged her bra down, exposing her erect pink nipples.

The men pushed her bra cups underneath her tits, and then their hands immediately grasped onto her flesh again.

She turned her face and nuzzled Luke's cheek as he kissed her neck. She whispered, "Can I touch him?"

He nodded against her face.

Amy turned her head and rested it back into the pillows. Both of her hands pulled at the guys shirts.

They knew what she asking for and obliged her. They both took their shirts off, and then tossed them to the floor.

"Might as well take off you jeans too," she giggled. She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and Luke helped pull it from her shoulders.

He tossed it to the floor, and then kicked off his shoes before taking off his jeans. Ethan took his pants off as well.

Amy looked back and forth between to the two cotton covered erections. She licked her lips hungrily.

Luke nudged her up off of the mattress for a moment. Ethan gently held her shoulders while his friend unclasped her bra. They both took a strap and pulled it from her arms. She lifted her hands for them, and then Luke tossed it to the growing pile of garments on the floor. Luke quickly took the tie off of her neck, and then dropped it to the carpet.

Ethan's hand returned to her breast and he squeezed it tenderly.

Luke rubbed her stomach. His fingers slipped inside of the waistband of her skirt as his hand trailed back and forth.

Amy whimpered. Her knees lifted from the bed, causing her skirt to ride up to her hips and display her panties.

"Amy, may I taste your flesh?" Ethan asked softly as he admired her bosom.

She glanced over to her brother, seeking his approval, though she didn't need it. She wanted it. He nodded lightly with a glint of arousal in his eyes.

"Yes, please," Amy replied.

"Thank you," Ethan said. His mouth kissed her flesh globe a moment later.

Her hands found both of their cotton encased packages. She wrapped her fingers around their cocks.

They groaned in unison from her simultaneous touch. Ethan's was louder and vibrated against the skin his mouth was latched to. He found her impossibly erect nipple a moment later. He suckled it gently at first, but quickly showed her how starved he was for her.

Amy shivered as Luke's mouth found her other nipple. Her back arched and her heels dragged along the comforter, rippling it across the bed. She had never felt so important and loved.

"Oh my goodness, this is amazing," she moaned deeply. 

Her hands squeezed their members. Both of their boxers were rapidly staining with precum.

Ethan flicked her nipple and her brother bit the other one.

Her breaths became ragged and she wondered how she would be able to handle more than this.

Luke lifted his mouth from her breast and smiled down to her. "I'm going to put my hand under your panties now, is that okay?"

Her eyes opened and locked with his. "Oh god yes, of course. I need to you touch my pussy, big brother."

He grinned, and then flattened her skirt against her tummy. He curled his fingers into her panties. He tugged them down to her thighs, just above her stockings.

Ethan shifted slightly to watch what his friend was doing. His mouth was still hungrily latched to her nipple.

Amy saw her brother nod towards his friend. 

"Ethan, will you touch me too? Please?" she murmured as Luke dipped his fingers inside of her slit.

He lapped at her pebble as he replied, "I would love to."

She continued her simultaneous massage of their members through their boxers.

"You're so wet, baby sister," Luke grunted as two of his digits sank inside of her tight, dripping cunt. Her heat seeped into his flesh.

"Oh goodness," she moaned. Her eyes fluttered closed.

The pads of Ethan's fingers found her engorged nub. He stroked it gently back and forth.

The hands on her womanhood were overwhelmed by her heat and juices. Her smooth lips grazed across their fingers as they touched her silky flesh. Her fluids soaked their skin.

"Oh my god, this is insane," she groaned. Her toes curled inside of her shoes and her knees buckled in the air.

"You like it though, right?" Luke asked gently.

"Uh huh. Can I touch your cocks?" she stuttered with gasping breaths.

"Yes, please," they replied in eager unison.

Their fingers continued masturbate her, drenched in her hot fluids.

Amy's fingers grasped onto the waistbands of their boxers, and then tugged them down. Their organs popped out and she let go of the fabric. Her hands loosely wrapped around both erections. She was desperate to concentrate while she was drowning in pleasure.

The friends traded placement of their fingers. Ethan pumped her cunt and Luke massaged her clitoris. Both of their mouths returned to their respective nipples. 

Amy's body trembled with every flick and thrust of their digging and massaging fingers. Her breath was shallow and she howled in ecstasy. She quickly withdrew her hands and spit into them, before clamping back down on their dicks.

Both men's eyes were up on her flushed face. Her eyes were closed and unrestricted moans escaped from her quivering lips. They nibbled and sucked on her nipples. Their fingers smoothly traded places back and forth. Her juices ran down the hand that was pumping her hole.

She was stroking them, but all of their attention was focused on her pleasure.

She struggled to breathe and her legs quaked. "Oh my goodness, I'm going to cum already, I can't take this!" she screamed.

They didn't stop. Her brother pounded his curled fingers inside of her soaked hole. His friend furiously rubbed her clit. Their lips and tongues were latched to her nipples.

Amy's body became stiff as a board and her screams stopped for a moment as her orgasm began to flood her body. Her eyes sealed tight and an intense rush of heat overtook her.

The men released her nipples and turned their faces to watch her squirting orgasm.

Luke felt the rush of her fluids and yanked his fingers out of her.

A forceful stream of female ejaculate rushed out from her cunt, arching in the air, over her panties that were stretched below her knees. It was so strong that it hit Ethan's dresser with a splash. 

Ethan gasped in amazement as his eyes followed the squirt.

They held her down and caressed her as she became a writhing mess. Her legs violently quaked and her muscles tensed so hard it was almost painful.

Everything between her legs to the dresser was soaked with her cum.

Amy gasped and began breathing again. Her lovers admired her quivering and quaking body as she panted. Her nipples were swollen so hard that the skin around her areolas rose up into a swirl. Her ivory cheeks and chest had been painted deep red. Their hands trailed along her quivering body from her thighs to her breasts.

Her hands had forgotten what they were supposed to be doing and lazily held their erections.

"You're so amazingly beautiful, baby sister," Luke said.

"You truly are," Ethan added.

Her eyes blinked open to see their smiling faces. All she could mutter was, "Wow."

Luke kissed her hot cheek, and then smiled. "We aren't done with you yet."

Her eyes went wide and she gasped, "You aren't?"

Her brother shook his head and smiled wider. "Nope," he said, and then moved down between her legs.

Luke pulled his boxers off before settling on his knees. He felt her fluids underneath him as he positioned himself. He pulled her soiled panties down her legs, and then tossed them to the clothing pile on the floor. 

He bent down and took a long, loving lap with a flat tongue from her asshole to her clitoris. She shuddered instantly from the contact of his tongue. 

Ethan rose up on his knees and crouched next to her. His attention returned to her breasts. He closed his lips around the nearest nipple and found the other with his fingers. He rolled her pebble between his thumb and forefinger and swirled his tongue around the other.

Amy cried out in pleasure as they began feasting on her. All of her buttons were over sensitive and every flick of a tongue made her entire body jerk. Her face was plastered with sweat and loose strands of hair that had fallen from her pigtails stuck to her cheeks. She saw colors in front of her eyes. She could feel every little thing and it drove her to the edge of sexual madness.



In a brief clearing of the pleasurable fog that was consuming her, she brought her hand up to her mouth, spit into it, and then returned it to Ethan's nearby shaft. 

Ethan groaned into her flesh, and then began taking little nibbles of her lush breasts. He covered her soft skin in kisses and tiny bites.

Luke's tongue flapped against her nub, lashing at it. It was hard against his wet muscle. He loved making her legs tremble and her stomach sink in with every lick. He moved his mouth down and her honey soaked into his face. He puckered his lips against her hole and delicately made out with her cunt. His tongue snaked inside of her velvety walls and he sucked her fluids from her body, drinking every drop.

Her breaths were uneven gasps for air. She unconsciously paid attention to Ethan's member in her palm, gently stroking him. Her brother was feeding his addiction to her sex between her thighs and their friend was devouring her perfect large breasts. She was beyond overwhelmed. This was a new plane of ecstasy for her.

She tried to speak, but her words just came out in broken, gluttonous screams of pleasure. Her chest heaved with every nasty part of speech she could muster. "Fuck, god, shit, wow, goodness, fucking, I can't, please, oh god," were words that somehow managed to escape her lips.

Her neck and back arched, presenting her bosom to Ethan even further. Ethan's free hand held her hip, in attempt to help keep her pelvis from breaking Luke's nose as she bucked wildly. He had already left several little hickeys on her breasts and was in the process of another.

Luke slid two digits inside of her soaking tunnel. He dug them inside of her and put pressure with the pads of his fingers on her spongy spot, massaging her inner flesh. His tongue whipped against her clitoris and his nostrils flared, breathing in the sweet scent of arousal.

Amy's free hand grasped onto the comforter and nearly tore it from the bed. Her teeth clenched and her feet kicked against the mattress. She didn't know how much more she could handle, but was more than ready to find out. Amy went into sensory overload from the torrents of pleasure coursing through her body, firing up every nerve ending along the way.

With these two men's ultimate focus on her body and her bliss, she had never felt so slutty and so loved. There were no words to describe the exquisite emotions and sensations that were flowing through her body.

The guys held onto her, desperate to keep her still and continue their feasts of her body parts as she thrashed on the bed. 

A tsunami of heat waves washed over her being. Her orgasm consumed her and she nearly blacked out from its intensity. She felt like she was out of her body as she came. 

Her walls pulsated around her brother's fingers and he ripped them out. He latched his open mouth to her cunt and her fluids shot straight inside. She didn't squirt near as hard as the first time, but it was more than enough to fill his waiting mouth. 

Luke sat up on his knees and Ethan let up on her breasts. They both watched as Amy's body spasmed and jerked powerfully. Her eyes were sealed tight and the skin around her nose crinkled and released with every breath. They enjoyed seeing her stocking covered legs uncontrollably rocking back and forth, and not to mention the skirt that was bunched up around her hips.

Her brother slid off of the foot of the bed, and then said, "I believe it would be your turn, Ethan." He wiped her arousal from his face before licking it from his hand. He returned to her side on his knees.

Amy's eyes shot open. "What? Again? I can't go through that again!" 

She attempted to sit up, but her brother gently pushed her back down. Her body was exhausted. She wouldn't have been able to move anyway. 

Both Luke and Ethan grinned wickedly at her. She shook her head, terrified. She knew that there was no stopping them.

Ethan slipped his boxers off, and then took his place between her legs. He lightly rubbed her bare upper thighs and looked in her wide blue eyes as he spoke, "Amy, my little sister, I'm going to eat your pussy."

"I want you to, but I don't think I can handle that again," she whimpered. "My body is on a hyper sensitive mode."

"Oh, I think you can handle it," Luke said, and then kissed her lips.

Ethan dove down between Amy's thighs and he was greeted by her sopping wet pussy. He moaned into her, tasting the sweetest juices he had ever had. Her lips were baby soft against his face. Her juices oozed from her and her scent flooded his nostrils. 

Amy moaned deeply into her brother's loving mouth, tasting herself on his tongue, as an unfamiliar tongue explored her womanhood. Ethan was much gentler and she could tell he was savoring everything he could. 

She reached across her chest and held her brother's neck, desperate to keep kissing him as Ethan's wet muscle fluttered against her clit. Her other hand found his cock, and she began lightly pulling him. Luke groaned into her kiss as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. His hand returned to her tit and he greedily groped it, sinking his fingers into her flesh.

Ethan's taste buds were soaked with her arousal and he hungrily suckled her nectar when his lips met her cunt. Her fluids dripped into his mouth and he swallowed every drop she gave him. He wiggled his nose against her clitoris as his curled tongue forced its way inside of her insanely tight orifice.

Her hips bucked and she thrashed. Ethan held her in place with a firm grip on her hips.

Luke kissed across her cheek to her neck. He planted covetous kisses on her flesh. His fingers pinched and tugged on her nipple, and then he eased the tension he caused by caressing her areola.

"Ethan, you're really good at that," Amy moaned from the stimulus he provided between her thighs, feeling his tongue darting in and out of her hole.

"Thank you," he mumbled, and then lapped up her pussy before returning his tongue to her cunt.

"Luke, you're fantastic at that too," she whimpered. "I didn't mean it that you're not. You're both wonderful." 

She felt her brother's organ give the telling throb in her hand. She quickly let go for a few moments.

"No offense taken," he whispered in her ear. "I love you and I know you love what I do to you."

"I do," she whimpered. "I love you, Luke." 

She didn't have any fear of saying those words in front of Ethan. She knew he understood their relationship and would never judge them for it or hurt them in any way. It felt wonderful to say it out loud in front of someone else.

He lifted his face to look down into her eyes. "I love you too," he replied openly. 

Ethan's smile was hidden behind her pussy as he heard their exchange. They trusted him completely and he would never break that trust.

The siblings shared a smile before their lips met again. Their tongues swirled together and their lips lightly smacked against each other's. Amy's hand returned to his shaft that was sticky with smeared precum. She turned her wrist as she stoked him. Luke's hand kneaded her breasts, rubbing back and forth between them.

The comforter in front of Amy's hips was soaked with her fluids and growing wetter by the second. Her body poured her juices freely, like a leaking faucet. The hem of the back of her skirt beneath her ass had collected her nectar as well.

Ethan pulled back for a moment to admire the beauty displayed between her open thighs. Her pink lips were swollen and wet. Her usually hidden clitoris was so engorged that it stuck out proudly from her upper lips without having to pull them back. 

He planted kisses and nibbles along her slippery folds until his tongue met her nub. He sucked it behind his lips and he sank two fingers into her tunnel.

Amy broke off the kiss and gasped against her brother's mouth. Her hips began rocking to meet the thrusts of Ethan's fingers. She ground them into her, begging for another orgasm. She felt greedy, but she knew he wanted to give her one as well.

"Ethan," she moaned, "will you make your little sister cum, please?"

He lifted his mouth to look up at her face. "Absofuckinlutely," he replied with a Cheshire grin. 

Ethan had been gentle to help her calm down a bit, but with her words, his hand became a blur as he pounded his fingers into slick tunnel. His tongue battered her clitoris.

Her brother kissed her face as she trembled. He felt her rapid short breaths against his cheeks as he covered her face in kisses, over her forehead, her cheeks, and beneath the rims of her glasses. He pulled and twisted her nipple and caused her to wail a pitch higher than she already was. 

Amy's body began to ride the through the uncontrollable shivers and quakes once more. Her hand dropped off of her brother's tool, and then clenched the bedspread. Her fingers held onto his neck and brought his mouth back to hers. Her inner lioness roared into his open mouth.

Luke loved that she was kissing him while another man caused her to meet her peak. It was his fantasy coming to life. 

Ethan continued to work her mound. His fingers dashed in and out of her hole and her nerve filled button was whipped by his tongue. He was desperate to make her orgasm and he was given it.

She gasped for air from Luke's lungs as she started to cum. Her nipples swelled even harder and her cunt convulsed around Ethan's fingers. She had been emptied of the fluids needed for a female ejaculation, but her honey poured out around Ethan's magic fingers.

The friend pulled his fingers out, and then he hungrily licked her emptying juices. He savored her silken nectar and drank it from her body.

Amy lazily kissed her brother as she twitched. He hips bucked as she came down from her orgasm. Another set of overpowering aftershocks consumed her and her thighs instinctively closed, forcing Ethan to pull away.

She was left panting and trembling as tingles danced over her flesh. Luke looked down at her flushed face and stroked her cheek as he smiled. Ethan sat up on his knees and ran his hands over her nylon covered legs.

"Goodness me," she gasped. It took her another few moments before she could speak again. "I... This has been... I don't even know what to say," she stuttered.

"You don't have to say anything," Luke said, and then tenderly kissed her hot cheek.

"No you don't, Amy, just tell us you're enjoying yourself. That's all we need to hear," Ethan added before dropping a kiss on her knee.

"I think that's pretty obvious," she giggled as she wiped her sweaty forehead. "But, I'm having a fantastic time."

"So am I," her brother said. 

She smiled and looked into his loving eyes. Then, she looked down at Ethan, "Are you having fun?" she asked him.

"Oh hell yes," he retorted. "Seriously, fucking incredible."

Amy giggled at his enthusiasm. "I'm glad you're with us Ethan."

"There is no where I would rather be," he said genuinely. 




Luke and Amy Ch. 07



Amy turned on her phone screen and quickly opened the e-mail application. She held her hand inside of her locker and silently read a message from her brother, "I hope you don't have too much homework tonight, because I have a special evening planned for you, my love. I'll see your beautiful face at 2:30. I love you."

A smile curled at the corners of her lips as Luke caused butterflies to flutter around in her stomach. 

She saw Kristy stepping over out of the corner of her eye. She clicked the screen off, and then fished her physics book out of her locker.

"Are you ready to go physics and hear Mister Phillips' boring voice for an hour?" the freckled redhead asked with a chuckle.

Amy tossed her head back and laughed. "Oh god yes! There is no other way I would like to end my day." Her voice was filled with sarcasm.

She put her phone in her backpack, and then closed up her locker. 

The pair began walking across the tile floor, side by side, dodging other uniformed students in the hallway. Amy tucked her book between her arm and chest. Both girls' plaid skirts fluttered just above their knees.

"Too bad Mister McGaha can't teach every class you have, huh?" Amy playfully chided her and elbowed her ribs.

Kristy's cheeks turned pink. "Well, yeah. I can only dream."

Amy giggled and shook her head, causing her chestnut ponytail to sway. "I think we need to upgrade him from crush to fantasy man."

Kristy looked down at the floor as they walked. Her cheeks were getting hotter by the millisecond. She bit her lip and stayed quiet.

Amy saw her expression and gasped, "I knew it!"

Kristy's mouth dropped open and she looked over at her best friend. "I didn't say anything!" she protested.

Amy looked over into her wide brown eyes. She smiled. "I just know by the look on your face. It's fine, it's not like I'm going to tell anyone. What is it about him, anyway?"

Her friend's face turned fifty different shades of red as she thought about their English teacher. 

Amy looked over again and raised a brow. "Well?"

Kristy giggled at herself. "Besides the fact that he's gorgeous and insanely intelligent, he could read the instructions on a shampoo bottle and make me swoon."

Amy grinned and shrugged. "I guess he does have a good voice. Do you fantasize about him saying dirty things in your ear?"

Kristy blushed furiously and covered her hot cheeks with her hands. "Amy, you're embarrassing me."

The young women shook their heads at each other before going down the stairs. Amy filed in behind her friend and her breasts bounced against her book with each step. She jumped off the last stair, and then promptly returned to her friend's side. Amy grinned wickedly as they continued walking to class.

"So," Kristy drew out the word in an attempt to change the subject, "what are you doing tonight?"

"I think Luke and I are going to go out dinner. I'm not totally sure though," Amy replied.

Kristy looked over at her. "Just you and Luke?"

Amy nodded slowly.

"You've been spending every waking moment you weren't here with him. You even canceled your piano lessons for the month. Don't you think that's a lot of time to be spending with him?"

Amy's gut turned. She hated keeping this from her, and even more so, lying to her tore her up inside. But, she had no other choice.

"Well, he's only here for this month." She spoke slowly, carefully picking her words. "He was gone for so long and who knows when he'll be back again. I want to spend as much time with him as I can. I thought you understood that?"

"I do," Kristy said with a sigh. "But, you're even leaving me here all alone for spring break."

Amy reached over and put her arm around her best friend's shoulder, bringing them closer as they turned for the hall that the science labs were in. "You won't be alone, Madison will be here with you. At least, you won't have me telling you I have to study when you call to go out."

Kristy put her head on Amy's shoulder. "I guess I'm just jealous. I miss my best friend."

"I'm right here," Amy said with a grimace. "I promise, when he leaves, everything will be back to normal. I'll even make it up to you."

Kristy smiled softly, and then lifted her head from Amy's shoulder. She looked into her blue eyes. "You better make it up to me."

Amy winked. "You know I keep my promises. But, I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you jealous or feel lonely."

"It's okay. I've just gotten used to having you all to myself over the years."

The pair stopped outside of the classroom.

Amy looked down to her shorter friend and into her eyes. "You're my best friend. I would never ignore you or push you into the background on purpose. I'm sorry I've spent so much time with Luke. I just missed him so much."

Kristy nodded. "I know you did. I'm sorry I mentioned feeling this way. Now I feel bad."

"Don't feel bad. Please. I understand. And, as I said, I promise to make it up to you." Amy opened her arms.

The friends shared a hug for a few moments before breaking apart. 

They went into the large stark white classroom with lab tables behind the desks. Amy squinted her eyes as she readjusted to the harsh lighting.

Amy went to her seat in the middle of the room. She flattened her skirt against her bum before sliding into the desk. She pushed her black, rectangular framed glasses up on her nose. Kristy took a seat to her right.

The friends smiled to each other before pulling spiral notebooks and pens from their bags. 

The rest of the students filed in the room over the next minute. Amy filled her time by doodling in the margin of her notebook. She drew several little hearts around the holes in the paper.

The white haired teacher took his place in the front of the classroom and began his lecture on electromagnetism. Mister Phillips was the eldest teacher in the school and way beyond the age to retire. He stayed because he loved his profession. His love for the subject matter and desire to always learn more kept most of his students interested. Even if he droned on in the most monotone voice imaginable.

A handful of students had their heads propped up by their fists, fighting sleep already. The rest sat up and paid attention, ready to take notes on either their laptops or notebooks. The student on the other side of Amy blinked repeatedly, forcing himself to focus as class began.

Amy straightened her posture and pulled the back of her navy blue sweater vest down. She crossed her legs and began taking notes with the rest of the class.

As the minutes wore on, her thoughts trailed elsewhere. 

She recalled the conversation at breakfast with her parents and Luke about their trip to Montreal. They weren't fond of her going to another country alone at first. But, they seemed to realize that her going with her brother, versus a random boy that they barely knew, wasn't that bad of an idea. 

With a little convincing on Amy's part, they agreed. Phil and Kathryn also knew how much Amy had missed Luke. Also, after all of her hard work with school through the years, she deserved some fun. By the end of the conversation, her parents had even agreed to pay for the hotel room. Of course, the room would have two beds. Two beds could have its advantages.

Amy closed her eyes for a moment. Her teacher's voice was background noise to her memories of the previous evening with Ethan. She squirmed in her seat and her panties collected her juices that leaked from her pussy. She thought about the overload of sensations that she received from two men working on her at once. She had never experienced anything close to that. 

Her nipples started to swell as she remembered the look in Ethan's eyes as her brother was fucking her. He was glazed over with lust and desire seeing incest happen before him. Amy wondered about the thoughts that were going through his mind during it. She would have to ask him someday.

She opened her eyes again before she grew too warm between her thighs. She quickly caught up on her notes and forced herself to pay attention. 

That was until the next memory train ran through her mind. She had woken up in the middle of the night. Luke's arms were around her and hers around him. She was wearing nothing but panties and didn't recall anything after putting her head on his shoulder in the car. When she woke up, she felt so loved and cared for knowing that he must have carried her to bed and undressed her. She had never had that done for her. She smiled, feeling the same warm feelings that she had at three a.m.

After she had returned from the bathroom, she slid back into bed and Luke woke up as she nestled back into him. She asked him if he had brought her up to bed and he told her he did. She smiled so wide, told him thank you and that she loved him, kissed all over her face, and then fell back asleep in his embrace. 

She didn't know how much more her love for him could grow, but it managed to every day. Her heart was so full and constantly warm. 

Amy looked down and realized she had been writing, "Luke and Amy," "L+A" with a heart around it, and "I love Luke," all down the margin of her notebook with purple ink. She smiled, but quickly turned to a blank page. She returned her attention to physics and twirled her ponytail in her fingers.

She was able to keep her focus until the last few minutes of class. Then, she began thinking about where Luke was planning on taking her that evening. She was thankful that she had a calculus test tomorrow, which she was already prepared for. Calculus homework took up the majority of her homework time. She decided that it would be worthless to guess what he had planned. He was always excellent with surprises and she would never guess it anyway. 

Then, she mentally pictured her closet while she decided what to wear tonight. She had bought a dress not too long ago that she never had the opportunity to wear. She thought it may be a bit too fancy for tonight, but she didn't care. She knew that Luke would love it. Though, the dress was a bit low cut and her parents had never seen it. She made a mental note to put her coat on before they could see.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of the school day. 

Amy closed up her notebook, and then put it into backpack with her pen. Kristy did the same next to her. The pair rose up, threw their bags over their shoulders, and then made their way to the door. They waited until the large mass of students, who tried to all fit through the door at once, had passed through.

The friends walked side by side to their lockers. They shared friendly banter about Amy's cousin's upcoming wedding this weekend on the way. 

When they turned into the hall their lockers were, Amy saw a girl picking up various items that had fallen out of her backpack. Pens, pencils, loose papers, and other items were scattered all over the floor. Kristy had stopped in the restroom and Amy went over to help her.

"Oh thank you!" the girl exclaimed as Amy squatted down on the floor.

"No problem," Amy replied as she helped her gather papers. "This has happened to me before, it's so annoying."

"Stuff like this happens to me more often than I would like to admit," the girl laughed. "My name is Anne, which means grace. I think my parents got that just a little wrong. I'm the clumsiest person you will ever meet."

Amy had collected a handful of pens, and then handed them to her. "Well, I'm Amy," she said with a smile. "It means, beloved. But, even I'm clumsy. I have a major fear of tripping across the stage at graduation."

Anne smiled. "I have no doubt that will happen to me. I trip or bump into things, seriously, at least five times a day. I wouldn't worry too much if I were you."

Amy helped her clean up the rest of the materials on the floor as Kristy came back from the restroom. Kristy picked up a stray pencil that had rolled across the hallway. Anne thanked both of them for their help, and then disappeared down the hall.

The friends went a few steps to their lockers. Amy opened up her backpack and put the books she needed for homework inside. She zipped it up, and then the young women went downstairs. 

They both stopped to put their jackets on before stepping up to the doors. They went outside, and then shared a friendly hug.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun at dinner," Kristy said.

"I will." Amy smiled softly.

Then, the friends parted ways. Kristy headed to the parking lot and Amy went to the side street. 

Her feet moved fast and pattered against the sidewalk. Her skirt danced against her thighs as she began walking even faster. She gave a wide smile after turning a corner and seeing her brother leaning against her green Honda Accord. 

Luke grinned and his heart sped up. He was ready to get the evening of surprises for her underway. In the meantime, he admired her elated expression and her large breasts swaying, even behind four layers of clothing. He opened his arms so she could jump into them.

Amy hugged him as tight as she could, crushing her chest against his. He kissed the top of her head and breathed in her womanly scent. Holding her in his arms made his being fill with warmth. It was a warmth that could only be brought on by from someone you loved as deeply as he did her. 

She pulled away before holding onto him too long. Her blues eyes glittered as she smiled. Luke smiled, seeing her absolute love and devotion. 

"How was school?" he asked.

"It was fine," she retorted. "Well, that is until I got your last e-mail. Physics was agony. I swear the clock started moving backwards."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to drag out your day. But I'm sure it'll be worth it."

Amy stretched up onto the balls of her feet and dropped and a soft kiss on his cheek. "I am sure it will."

"Oh, now that gives me a lot to live up to," Luke teased, and then chewed his lip nervously.

She tapped his cheek as she spoke, "You never let me down, big brother."

Her brother pulled a blindfold out of his pocket. He held it up to make sure she was okay with wearing it. She smiled and nodded avidly. Luke gently placed it over her eyes and the elastic over her head. He took her hand.

He stepped over and she followed him. He opened the passenger side door, placed her in front of it, and then took off the blindfold. 

Amy's face lit up as she saw and immediately picked up a bouquet of pink and white tulips off of her seat. She squealed giddily, "Luke! Tulips! My favorite!" She beamed and wrapped her arms around him again, one hand still holding the flowers.

He rubbed her back and planted kisses all over her cheek. He spoke once she had pulled away, "I take it you like them?" He grinned, showing his pearly whites.

She jumped up and down in place, beaming as she smelled the flowers. Her smile radiated. "I love them! And, I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Amy." He kissed her lips gently. "Now, I think it's time to get going, so we can get the evening underway as soon as possible," he said with a wink.

She squealed with glee, and then slid into the car. She dropped her bag on the floorboard before buckling up. She held the flowers and kept her noise buried in them as Luke came around the other side. He buckled up, started the car, and then took her hand. 

Classic rock music filled the car, softly coming in through the speakers. Amy continued breathing in the scent of the tulips and smiling after every breath until they were back on the main road back home. 

She rested her head on the headrest, with her face turned to him. She held the tulips to her chest so she could still smell them. "You're not going to tell me what we are doing tonight, are you?"

Luke shook his head. "Nope. If I did, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" He glanced over at her and smirked.

"No it wouldn't. And I like surprises. You gave me the best one of my life last Thursday." She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"The best surprise of your life was me coming to visit?" He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb.

"Are you crazy? Yes!" Amy squeezed his hand. "I was so insanely happy, don't you remember?"

"Oh I remember," Luke replied fondly. He remembered seeing her jump up and down in jubilation and not being able to contain her glee as she bounced on his lap while they hugged and talked on the sofa. 

"And every day since then has gotten better." She lifted their locked hands and kissed his knuckles. "There aren't words to describe how happy you make me, and how happy I am that you came home."

He rolled to a stop at a light. He extended a finger from their intertwined hands and nudged her jaw towards his. "Coming home to see you was the best decision I have ever made."

"I completely agree," she said just before their lips met.

The siblings' eyes closed and their tongues slithered into the other's mouth. Their muscles danced together, massaging the others' and twirling together. Amy suckled his bottom lip before pulling away. She settled back against the headrest. 

Luke gently accelerated, but hit the brake again as someone who seemed unaware that in Chicago there are cars parked on nearly every street, cut him off. He slowed down to let the other car in front of him, and then sped back up. 

"Did you tell Mom we were going out tonight?" Amy asked, and then got another fill of the tulips' scent.

"Yes," he responded. "I didn't tell her exactly what we were doing," his tone was gently humorous, "in case she spoiled the surprise for you." They shared a knowing smile, and then he continued, "But, it's covered, don't worry about it."

He had told his mother that he was taking Amy out for an extremely belated birthday dinner. Before he moved, he took Amy out to dinner every year while he was in high-school and his first year of college.

"Would wearing a pretty dress be too much for tonight?" Amy stretched out her fingers and rubbed them along his upturned palm that rested on the console.

"Absolutely not. And even if it was, you could wear anything that you wanted." He received kisses on his ear as he continued, "I love your pretty dresses."

"I'm glad. I love looking pretty for you," she whispered in his ear, and then nibbled his earlobe.

He grinned. "You always look beautiful. No matter what you're wearing."

"You're too sweet to me."

Luke drove them the rest of the way home. Amy kissed his lips at every stop light until they reached their neighborhood. She wondered for a moment what she would say about the flowers when her mother saw them. She quickly came up with an explanation that had nothing to do with Luke. 

When the siblings arrived home, Penny greeted them at the door. They both took turns giving doggie love to the yellow lab, razzling her and getting cheek kisses.

"Hey mom," they called in unison. 

"Hey guys," Kathryn shouted back.

Luke took a seat on the sofa and flipped on the television. Amy headed into the kitchen.

After letting Penny out, she looked in the cabinets for a vase. Her mother had quite a collection. Amy stretched up and pulled out a transparent pink vase. She filled it with water, and then placed the flowers in one by one, making a beautiful, colorful arrangement.

When she was finished, she went upstairs. She figured that she should tell her mom about them now, as any girl would, instead of waiting for her to see them.

Amy stepped into her mom's office with a huge smile on her face. "Hey Mom, look what I got."

Kathryn spun around in her chair and smiled upon seeing the flower arrangement in her daughter's hands. "Who gave you those?" Her voice was cheerful.

"A boy at school," Amy said casually. "I got them in yearbook." She smelled them again and sighed happily. "They were sitting on the table and all the note said was that it was from a secret admirer."

"A secret admirer? Any idea who that would be?" her mother asked with a grin. "Maybe, it's someone that's planning to ask you to prom."




Luke and Amy Ch. 07



Amy shrugged and her lips stayed curled. "Maybe. Kristy and I narrowed it down to two guys. But, neither would confess to it."

"Whoever it is will confess soon enough." Kathryn rose from her chair to smell the tulips. "Your secret admirer is quite the romantic."

Amy giggled and squealed, "I'm dying to find out."

Her mother went back to work and Amy went to her room. She placed the vase on her dresser. She ran her fingers softly over the petals.

She stripped out of her uniform, and then put a pair of soft purple and white polka dot PJ pants on. She slipped into a lavender t-shirt, and then went back downstairs barefoot. She decided to be extra comfortable today while doing homework.

Luke watched her come down the stairs. He enjoyed seeing his sister in any clothing, even pajamas. Anything she wore always seemed to hug her body in all the right places.

Amy plopped down on the corner of the sofa. She dug through her backpack and placed everything she needed on the coffee table. She pulled out a couple of books, notebooks, and a pen. She reached down to pet Penny's back before settling into the couch.

She stretched both of her legs out across the cushions. Her toes wiggled against Luke's thigh.

He grinned. "How much homework do you have tonight, Squirt?"

Amy flipped through her art history book that was on her thighs. "Not too much. Just some reading. Maybe an hour's worth, maybe a little more," she replied, not looking up.

He reached down and brought her feet into his lap. Amy sank into the sofa and rested her back against the cushioned arm of the couch.

He gently began rubbing one of her feet. "Sounds good. Let me know when you have about a half an hour left."

Amy nodded. "I will." She held back a moan as his thumbs focused on the balls of her foot. "I also want to paint my nails before we go. Do I have enough time for that?"

His thumbs rubbed down the arch of her foot. He grinned when she covered her mouth to muffle a groan.

"We should, just don't terribly long getting ready and we will be fine." He winked.

Amy's hand left her mouth, and then she picked up her pen. "Is my standard time okay, though?"

He looked over at her and into her matching sapphire eyes. "That'll be just perfect."

She blew him a kiss, and then began reading and taking notes along the way. She kept her ears open, ready to pick up the slightest noise from her mother upstairs as Luke rubbed her feet. 

She lightly rubbed the foot he wasn't massaging along his crotch. Her toes wiggled against his bulge, and then she slid her foot down and made his balls bounce within the confines of his clothing. Then, she came back up and grazed the top of her foot up and down his package.

Luke caught up on sports highlights while his sister did her homework and teased his genitals. He pushed her feet off his lap when he heard footsteps upstairs. Amy put them back when they both heard the squeak of the office chair as Kathryn sat back down. 

Amy leaned over, putting her art history stuff on the table. She grabbed a spiral, and then opened it up. Then, quickly wrote out her group discussion topics and questions over "The Stranger," for class tomorrow. She made a short outline of points she wanted to make, and then tossed the notebook to the table.

"Thirty minutes," she giggled. She opened up her physics book and placed it on her lap.

She returned to reading and taking notes. Luke continued to massage her feet and calves for a few more minutes before getting up.

Luke gently picked up her feet off his lap, kissed her toes, and then placed them on the cushion. Amy smiled as he rose up and came over to drop another kiss on her forehead.

Amy arched her neck over the arm of the sofa to look up at him as he straightened his back. "You're still not telling me where we're going, are you?" she asked. She didn't want to know, but she wanted to see if he would tell her.

Her brother shook his head and smirked. "Nope." He kissed her lips softly. Then, he ran upstairs.

Amy stretched her head over the sofa to watch him, and then resumed her homework.

Upstairs, Luke went into Amy's closet and pulled out several items from his suit travel bag. He laid them across the bed. Then, he went to his suitcase and found a few more garments, including shiny dark tan dress shoes with red laces. He put them on the floor in front of the bed.

He walked around the air mattress on the floor and stopped at the hamper in the corner. He stripped out of his clothes, and then went to shower.

Downstairs, Amy finished the rest of her homework rather quickly. She heard the water going from the upstairs bathroom. She figured if she was quick, it would be okay to go get nail polish from the bathroom cabinet. She put all of her books and spirals into her bag, and then headed upstairs.

She went into her room and noticed the pieces to Luke's suit lying across her bed. She smiled at his fashion sense. She remembered that his first year of college he had a job selling suits and thoroughly enjoyed it. He continued to do so when he got to Germany, until he began teaching English. He had become quite a clothing connoisseur over those years.

She liked that he not only looked good in check and print styles, he liked wearing them. She ran her fingers over the dark and light blue check shirt and the plum purple silk tie that was lying across it.

She got caught up in a day dream, imagining herself holding onto his tie as he kissed her and her fingers flying down the buttons of his shirt. She shook herself out of it, and then went to the bathroom.

"I'm just grabbing some nail polish, don't you dare come out of there," Amy said as she stepped inside of the steamy room.

"You got it," Luke chuckled from the other side of the curtain, rinsing the suds off his body.

She wanted to rip the curtain back and kiss him, but her mother was on the other side of the door. Instead, she quickly grabbed a soft mint green polish out of the cabinet, and then left just as fast.

She hurried back down the stairs, and then to the couch. She took off the polish that still hadn't chipped. She always did her nails before it was too long because she hated for them to not be perfect. She took her time, filing her nails, and then painting them.

Luke finished his shower. He hopped out and roughly towel dried his hair. He dried off his body, and then examined the two day scruff on his face. He ran his fingers along his jaw. He chose not to shave because he knew how much Amy loved feeling it on her neck, breasts, and between her thighs. He also knew she loved to nuzzle her cheek on it and feel the prickles while he kissed her.

He returned to the lilac painted room and went to the bed. He stood in front of it and put on a pair of dark blue cotton boxer briefs on, and then a white undershirt. He put on navy blue slacks that matched the suit jacket. He buttoned up his blue check dress shirt, and then went back to his luggage.

He unzipped a corner pocket and looked through his small collection of cuff links. He found a set of navy blue, silk knot cuff links, and then put them on. Then, he put on white suspenders.

He went to the mirror on top of Amy's dresser to watch himself as he on his tie. He expertly tied a half windsor knot. He smiled to himself, knowing his sister would be very pleased with his look for the evening. He slipped a silver tie bar across the tie and tucked it into the gap between two buttons of his shirt.

He returned to the bed and sat down. He slipped on a pair of striped black, dark and light blue socks, and then put on his polished shoes. He took out something small from her nightstand drawer that he had put there earlier, hidden in the back corner. Then, he put it in his pocket.

He placed a white linen pocket square with a black outline into the chest pocket of his jacket. He slid his arms into the navy jacket, and then buttoned up the two buttons.

Amy's head turned as she heard his steps. The clothes looked even better on him than she imagined. She smiled, seeing him approach. Her heart sped up several beats. One of her fetishes had always been a man in a suit and he exceeded her expectations. 

Everything about his ensemble was perfect. He had even combed his, usually slightly messy, brown hair into a side part.

"Wow, Luke, you're so handsome," she whispered as he stepped up to her.

He grinned. "Thanks, Squirt."

She kept watching him while she blew on her drying nails and he came over and sat on the couch. As good as he looked, all she wanted to do was attack him and rip his clothes off. If she had her way, it would be a pity that he took so much time getting ready because he wouldn't be wearing that suit for long.

Amy kept staring and her mouth watered. She had so much she wanted to say and do to him. She wanted to kneel before him, take his cock from his fly, and service him. She wanted climb on his lap with his slacks still on, ride him, and stain his pants with her fluids. Thoughts were running rapid in her mind.

"You okay?" Luke raised a brow, teasing her.

"Uh huh," his sister replied, still awestruck.

It took her a minute before she scooted across the sofa. She whispered in his ear, "I want to do anything and everything to you right now. I want to devour you. My willpower is working over time."

He smirked and kissed her cheek. "That time will come. But, for now, why don't you go get ready?" He tickled her side.

Amy squirmed and giggled as he tickled her ribs. When he let up, she lightly touched the last fingernail she had painted. It didn't smudge. "Okay, I'll be back."

She ran upstairs, stripped out of her clothes, and then hopped in the shower. She ran her hand over her pussy with the hot water cascading over her body. Looking at her brother, combined with her thoughts had made her slick. She massaged her clitoris for a few moments, but withdrew her hand before a moan escaped her lips.

Then, she continued her shower without any further masturbation. She was already aching for him and by the time they were able to fuck, she would be on fire.

She hopped out of the shower, fresh and smooth, and covered her nudity in a pink bathrobe. She towel dried her hair, and then squatted down in front of the sink. She pulled out her blow dryer and curling iron, and then placed them on the counter.

Amy went to her closet and found the dress she had decided to wear earlier. She pulled the strapless white dress off of a hanger, draped it over her arm, and then turned around to her shoe rack. She pulled out a pair of black, peep-toe, sling-back heels before returning to her room.

She dropped the items on her bed, and then went to her lingerie drawer. She tapped on her lips while looking through the items inside. She plucked out a pink and white, diagonally striped, silk bra and panty set. She unhooked the bra straps from the band, and then placed the straps back inside.

Amy went back to her bedside, dropped her robe, and then slid the silk bikini panties up her legs. She leaned forward as she hooked her bra for maximum cleavage effect. Then, she reached into the cups, propping them up even higher. She wanted her brother's mouth to be watering all night long, just as hers already was.

She stepped into her dress, and then turned towards the mirror as she zipped it up. She ran her hands over her curves, over the floral black lace overlay that went from her hips to just beneath the curve of her breasts. The lace gave that area of the dress a corset effect. She smoothed out the fluffy skirt, causing the black lace hem to dance around her knees.

Then, she wiggled the top of the dress that started just above the cups of her bra. Her large tits nearly spilled out of the extremely low neckline. The light colored hickeys that's Ethan had left on her skin last night just barely stayed out view. She silently thanked him for leaving them where he had.

She tied the black ribbon sash into a bow on the front of her waist. The ribbon draped down, just beyond where the lace ended.

Amy did a little spin before giving herself an approving nod and smile in the mirror. She lightly bounced in place and watched her cleavage jiggle. Soft giggles erupted from her mouth because she knew he'd love seeing her breasts on display as they were. 

She took her light gray trench coat from the closet, and then tossed it on the bed.

Amy returned to the bathroom, blow dried her hair, and then curled her brunette mane into large loose ringlets. She did her eye makeup with a soft tinting of gray shadow and black liner before applying strawberry gloss to her plump lips. She cleaned her glasses with a lens cloth, and then slipped them back on her face.

She stuffed the gloss inside of her purse, and then stepped across her room to her dresser. She pulled the opal teardrop earrings and matching necklace from her jewelry box. She took a deep breath of the tulips as she put on the earrings that Luke had sent to her last October. Then, she put on the silver chain necklace. She backed up from the mirror for one last look over herself.

"Hope you like it, Luke," she whispered with a grin, dragging the opal pendant back and forth on its chain.

She returned to her bed, sat down on the edge, and then slipped into her high heels. She wiggled her toes, liking the splash of color that her mint green painted toes provided against the black pumps.

She rose up from the bed, and then put on her jacket. She buttoned it up so her mother wouldn't see how much her massive breasts were on display. Once she was properly covered up, she picked up her purse before going next door.

"Hey Mom, Luke and I are about to leave," Amy said from the doorway.

Kathryn turned away from the desk and smiled at her daughter. "You guys have fun. Any idea when you'll be home?"

Amy shook her head. "No, he's being really secretive. But, don't worry. I'll be back in plenty of time to sleep before school."

Her mother nodded. "See you in the morning, probably?"

"Looks that way. We'll be quiet coming in. Tell Dad I love him," Amy said as she stepped up to her mother. She dropped a kiss on her cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too Amy. You guys have a good time."

Amy turned on her heel and left the room.

Luke's eyes turned to the goddess coming down the stairs. He rose up from the sofa to greet her at the bottom of the staircase. His eyes never left her as he stepped over.

Amy grinned slyly as she unbuttoned her coat with each step. His eyes went wide and his heart leapt into his throat as her glorious breasts came into view. He watched them bounce with each step and somehow manage not to fall out of the garment. 

When she finished unbuttoning her coat, she held it open for him to take in the full view of her body as she went down the stairs.

His eyes trailed down to her waist, which seemed smaller than normal, due to the effect of the lace overlay. He loved her womanly hips and the flowing skirt fluttering against her legs.

He gulped and pulled on the collar of his shirt. Amy giggled seeing him do so. His eyes drank her in completely. She looked like a storybook princess.

Their eyes locked and held a smoldering gaze as she came down the last few steps.

"You're breathtaking, Amy," her brother whispered into her ear.

"Thank you, handsome," she whispered back.

He placed his hand against the small of her back as she re-buttoned her jacket, and then tied the belt on her waist. He led her to the door. They both stopped to say bye to Penny before leaving. 

Luke kept his hand on her back until they arrived at the car. He opened the door for her and she slid in. He waited for her to make sure the skirt of her dress was tucked beneath her legs before closing the door.

She dropped her purse on the floorboard and buckled her seatbelt while waiting for him to come around to the driver's side. She smiled at him as he got in and started up the car. He took her hand after putting on his seat belt, and then began driving downtown. 

Amy tightly intertwined her fingers with his. She couldn't stop staring at him. "Luke, I think you've outdone me tonight. I've never seen you this handsome."

He smiled and blushed lightly. "Thank you, sweetheart. But, I don't think that's possible. You look divine." He glanced over at her to see her nibbling her lip. "That dress is amazing and it's even better with you in it."

His sister giggled and shied away into her shoulder. "You're just the sweetest."

"I try," he said, and then lifted their locked hands. He kissed the back of her hand with several soft pecks.

"Have you given any thought about our trip after we talked to Mom and Dad this morning?" Amy asked as he settled their hands back on the console.

"Well, do you think you can skip school on the Friday before Spring Break?"

She chewed her lip for a moment. "Yes, probably. It's mostly just a joke day anyway. Unless, I have tests, then of course, I have to go."

Luke lightly braked for a CTA bus to come back into the flow of traffic. "Of course, I don't want you to miss those. Either we leave that Friday morning or Saturday, it doesn't change too much."

"I think Friday should be fine. I still have those other two absences to work with," she giggled, remembering last week when she skipped school to fuck him all day long.

"I still can't believe my nerdy baby sister is offering to skip school." He shook his head teasingly, and then turned his face to hers and winked. "Not that I mind at all."

She playfully stuck out her tongue. "You better not mind."

The siblings shared a chuckle.

"Alright, since it's a two day drive to Montreal, we stop at Mackinac Island on Friday night?" her brother asked.

Her face light up. "Mackinac, no cell phone reception, televisions, cars, just carriage rides and being with each other, that sounds perfect," she said with a bright smile. 

Luke nodded with a grin. "I thought you would like that idea."

"It sounds wonderful!" Amy cooed. 

He entered the ramp for the highway towards The Loop. Traffic was moving, but slowly. He pattered his fingers on the steering wheel as his foot went back and forth between the accelerator and brake, almost constantly.

"So, what do you want to do in Montreal?" he asked.

"I'd love to go to the Symphony and some museums. But, you know me, I'm a nerd."

He chuckled, "I love that you're a nerd. That sounds great. Anything else?"

Amy played with the opal pendant of her necklace, pulling it back and forth on the chain. "Well, since I'll be able to drink legally, we will have to go somewhere that has alcohol."

"That's a given." Luke smiled. "Just don't throw up on me. I bet you're a lightweight," he teased.

She playfully punched his bicep. "Hey! I may be inexperienced in that department, but I won't get shitfaced drunk off of one drink." She rubbed him where she had hit him. "Anyways, I'm sure you'll be watching what I drink."

"I will. I don't want you getting sick." He slammed on the brake when a taxi cut him off. He cursed under his breath. Once he accelerated again, he continued, "Plus, fucking a drunk girl isn't as fun as people make it out to be."

His sister laughed. "I can't imagine it would be."

"So, we have the symphony, museums, a bar or two, or three, what else do you want to do?"

"Hmm," Amy muttered. "We can play it by ear, walk around and find things to do. And of course, fuck like rabbits," she giggled.

"That's a given," he chuckled. "Also, I plan to fuck you in public too."

A rush of heat flooded her between her thighs. Amy rubbed her thighs together as she squealed, "Oh! Yes please!"

Her brother looked over at her and smirked. "I take it you like that idea?"

"Oh yes! Very much," she replied, and then leaned over to kiss his cheek. "What sort of places would we do it?"




Luke and Amy Ch. 07



Luke raised a brow and glanced over at her. "Do you really think I would tell you? I have to keep you on your toes," he teased.

She playfully rolled her eyes and sighed. "You never tell me anything," she pouted.

The conversation changed from planning to the trip to other topics for the rest of the ride. Amy knew how much attention he had to pay to the road with all of the traffic, so she kept herself from teasing him. 

Finally, he exited the highway. After driving a few blocks, he found a decently priced parking garage. He and Amy got out of the car. He gave the keys to the valet, and then took her hand as they began walking. 

The streets were bustling in the early evening. The beautiful tall buildings towered over them. There was the constant annoyance of car horns coming from impatient drivers in all directions. The El rattled down Wabash Avenue a few blocks away. 

Amy stayed close to his side as they walked together. Her heels clicked against the concrete. He led her for a couple of blocks to a romantic Italian restaurant. 

She smiled wide as they went to the door. Luke opened it for her.

His sister softly bowed her head as she passed through. "Thank you, kind sir," she giggled

"You're welcome ma' lady," Luke said with a grin as he bowed to her.

She waited for him to return to her side, and then held his hand. She loved being on a date with the love of her life. 

The hostess took note of the reservation he had made earlier in the day, and then the siblings followed her to a small table in the corner with pink lilies for a centerpiece. 

Amy took off her coat, and then draped it over the back of her chair. Luke pulled her chair out. She held her skirt against the back of her thighs as he pushed the chair in, and then she sat down. The white linen table cloth almost touched the floor and completely covered her legs.

Luke moved his chair from across from her to next to her, and then sat down himself. The hostess gave them the menus. She explained the wine list. Amy listened, learning about pairings, though she wouldn't be drinking. Then, the hostess disappeared. 

She placed her hand on top of his on the table and he wrapped his fingers around hers. They didn't care about who could see them, after all, it was just holding hands. She smiled to him and he smiled back.

"This place is so fancy," she said softly. She glanced down at the menu and gasped at the prices, "At least it's not terribly expensive." She knew there were restaurants that were five times more expensive downtown, and usually not worth the price.

Her brother squeezed her hand. "Don't worry about the prices. You're worth every penny. I would spend a thousand dollars a plate if it made you happy."

Her heart melted. "Luke, you're too good to me."

"You're better to me," he said, and then gently kissed her cheek. 

The waiter arrived and took them through a tour of the menu. After he finished his spiel he said, "How about a bottle of merlot or cabernet for the happy couple?"

The siblings smiled and replied, "No thank you," in unison.

They both ordered diet pops. He looked a little annoyed that they weren't ordering a bottle of wine, but he promptly returned. Luke ordered an appetizer of calamari. They still needed time to look over the menu and decide their entrées.

"Everything looks delicious," she commented, still scanning over the descriptions.

"Do you want to share two things? Maybe it'll make the decision easier." He rubbed the back of her hand his with his thumb, one of his favorite acts of love to provide her.

"If you want to. I don't want to interfere with your choice."

"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to."

They decided on seafood ravioli with a cream sauce and osobuco. The waiter returned with their drinks and took the rest of their order.

While they waited for the appetizer, Luke kissed her hand, and then set it on the table. His hand made its way underneath the table cloth. He found her knee, and then pushed her skirt up on her thighs. Amy giggled as he massaged her inner thigh, slowly working his way upwards. He neared her panties, and then came back down. 

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, looking at the other diners. Most were couples enjoying a romantic evening together. She didn't see any familiar faces.

She opened her legs further, silently begging him to her touch higher, but he didn't give it to her. He could feel her heat bubbling behind her silk panties. 

Amy kept her eyes locked on his as they became glazed with lust. She bit her lip to keep quiet as he lightly dragged one finger over her concealed slit. Her toes curled against the soles of her shoes. Then, he quickly pulled his hand away and grinned. 

"You're so mean," she whimpered as she squirmed in her seat. 

Luke grinned. "I'm never mean to you."

"Well, no, but you're teasing me," his sister playfully pouted.

"Look who's talking," he chuckled, patting her thigh. "You tease me constantly. You're doing it right now."

She raised a chestnut brow. "How am I teasing you right now?"

Her brother purposely stared at her breasts and the dress that held them. Her nipples were just barely out of view behind the clothing. "That's how," he replied, not moving his eyes.

Amy looked down at her cleavage and giggled, causing it to jiggle. "I thought you liked me showing off for you."

He raised his eyes to hers. "I do, but it's a tease. I can't touch or taste right now. It's agony."

"You'll get to," she said with a wink. "I want you to want me as bad as I want you right now." She extended her arm, and then ran her fingers along his tie. 

Her brother smiled warmly. "Amy, I want you every moment of every day."

"And, I you." She leaned over and kissed his warm cheek just before their appetizer arrived. 

Luke's hand continued its torturous tease up and down her thigh as they ate the crispy calamari. He only grazed her womanhood for brief moments. It was just long enough to make her squirm, and then it was back down to her knee. 

Amy was aching for him and her panties were rapidly becoming soaked. He dragged his finger along her slit and pushed the silk into her. She mashed her teeth together to keep from letting out a moan as her cheeks became hotter. 

They finished the calamari and stacked the plates in the corner of the table. 

His sister reached underneath the table and found his hand. She looked down to make sure the table cloth was completely covering her, and then put her other hand underneath. She looked at his face as she pulled her panties over and pushed his hand up to her bare mound. 

"Do you feel that?" Amy whispered.

He pushed one finger into her dripping cunt and nodded. 

"It's all for you. That's what you do to me. I'm always like this for you," she said softly.

Her brother grinned. "I like keeping you this way." He sank his finger fully inside of her. 

She closed her eyes tight and ground her teeth together. 

Luke kissed her flushing cheek, and then whispered in her ear, "You should feel my cock. I'm so hard for you."

She blinked her eyes open and nibbled her lip. She felt so naughty, doing such things in a busy restaurant. 

Their table was in the corner and they felt like they were in their own little world. Also, as long as they weren't obvious or loud, no one would be the wiser. The long table cloth aided their naughtiness, hiding what was going on beneath the table.

Amy's hand wandered over. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder as she stretched. She cupped his package through his slacks and was greeted with his firm bulge.

She smiled softly. "That feels nice."

"Mmhmm," he mumbled. He withdrew his finger, and then pushed it back inside of her slippery tunnel.

They continued fondling each other for a few minutes. Then, they both sat up and kept their hands to themselves when they saw their waiter coming back to the table. 

He dropped off the dishes. They looked and smelled wonderful. The seafood ravioli was topped with shrimp and scallops and a tomato cream sauce. The ossobuco was perfectly smothered in sauce and served with grilled polenta.

He had forgotten to bring them extra plates so they could share. They asked for them again, and the siblings were left dying to dig in while they waited for him to return. 

It felt like an eternity until he came back. He gave them the plates, and then they began feasting.

Amy tried the seafood ravioli first and had a food-gasm as the flavors sank into her taste buds. Luke did the same and had a similar reaction.

"Oh my god, this is so good," she said once she had swallowed. "I bet Grandma knows how to make something similar to this."

"You should ask her this weekend."

"I think I will. I should also ask her for all of her recipes. She knows how to make the best tortellini."

They chatted about their weekend ahead while they dined. They would be going to Iowa for their cousin's wedding. Their parent's said that they would be spending Friday and Saturday nights with a lot of family members at their grandmother's farm house. 

Amy dabbed her mouth with a napkin, and then had a sip of pop. She noticed the look in her brother's eye that told her he was thinking about something. "What is it?"

"I just had a thought," he replied. "I know it'll be a long day on Saturday, but I think that we should go ahead and drive back home after the reception."

"Are you sure? It's a six hour drive." Her voice was concerned. "You'll be exhausted."

"Well, we'll see how it goes. But, I think we should. Mom and Dad will definitely be staying the night, and then we can have the house to ourselves on Sunday morning."

She pursed her lips to one side. "That is a very good point. But, seriously, you know how easily I can fall asleep in cars. I don't want you to drive us all the way back, just so we can have sex."

"Fair enough. I won't promise, but it's something to keep in mind," he said with a grin. "We still have a few places on our list to hit."

Amy giggled. "Yes we do. If not Sunday, then I'm sure we will find other chances here and there."

They continued their meal until they were pleasantly full and still had plenty of left overs. Amy asked the server for to-go boxes when they ordered tiramisu for dessert. He took their plates and boxed up the food for them.

"Amy, do you really want to get boxes? We'll have to carry it around with us the rest of the night."

She nodded. "I'm sure. We can't let it go to waste. We'll find a homeless person to give it to and make their day," she said with a smile.

"That's my sister, always thinking of others." He dropped a kiss on her temple.

She nuzzled into him. "It's the least we can do. I'm sure whoever it is will appreciate it."

The waiter returned with the food boxed up and in a bag. He gave them their dessert and dropped off the bill. Amy asked him for some plastic silverware. He came back and placed it in the bag while they were devouring dessert. Luke had already put his card in the check presenter. The server took it and returned before they finished eating.

Neither of them wanted to take the last bite. They decided to split it into two smaller bites. 

Luke left the waiter a twenty percent tip, even though he seemed annoyed with them half of the time. He and his sister were extremely nice and courteous to him, but he never seemed to smile. Not to mention, the eye roll they got when they didn't order a bottle of wine. Luke figured he was just having one of those days and he always tipped at least twenty percent anyway.

When they were finished, Luke rose up from his chair first. He came over and pulled out her chair. He took her hand and helped her up from her seat, and then picked up her jacket and slid it onto her arms.

She kept a soft smile while he did such gentlemanly acts for her. She felt like a princess. 

Luke picked up the food, and then held her hand as they left the restaurant. 

"Thank you for such a lovely evening," she said as they walked down the busy downtown street. 

"It's not over yet, my love." He squeezed her hand. 

She smiled wide as he led her a few blocks down the street. On the way, she saw a woman sitting up against a wall in ragged clothing. Amy stopped him from walking further.

"Hi," Amy said as they approached the woman. 

She looked up at the siblings. "Hello?" she questioned her greeting.

"This may sound strange, but we just finished dinner. We had some leftovers and thought you could make use out of them." Amy smiled warmly.

The woman's face lit up. "Really?" she gasped.

Amy nodded, keeping her smile. "There's even some silverware in there. I hope you like Italian food." She took the bag from Luke, and then handed it to her. 

"Bless you, child." The woman's voice was more than gracious as she received the food. "Thank you."

The siblings both smiled to her. "You're welcome," they said in unison.

They continued walking and both of their souls warmed up from the good deed. This wasn't the first time she had given someone food like that. She knew that she would appreciate it more than they would ever know. 

Before turning the corner, Amy looked back over her shoulder. She saw the woman sharing the food with someone else and smiling brightly. Amy smiled and felt joy in her heart from making the woman's day.

They continued strolling for a couple of blocks until they reached the Willis Tower. 

"Are we going to The Skydeck?" Amy asked with a cheerful voice. "I've never been to the one here."

"You got it." He kissed her lips quickly.

The pair headed for the doors hand in hand. 

"I know it's called the Willis Tower now, but it will always be Sears to me," his sister commented.

"Me too. My brain won't let me call it anything else."

They went in the same portion of the revolving door. Amy giggled as he went behind her and pressed against her body while they pushed the door around. He put his hands on top of hers and she wiggled her ass against his crotch. 

They stepped into the lobby and made their way to the automated ticket machine. Amy squeezed his hand and rubbed his arm with the other while he pushed the buttons on the screen. After receiving their tickets, they followed the signs and made their way to the elevators. 

There was another couple ahead of them in line. They waited patiently for the express elevator to return to the ground floor. Amy took off her coat, and then draped it over her arm. Luke took it from her and she smiled at his courtesy. 

The usher told them a few facts about the building while they waited. Such as, it is 1,451 feet tall, there are 108 floors, and it was completed in 1973 after three years of construction. The Skydeck opened in 1974, and on a clear day, you can see over fifty miles in all directions and four states. 

"We picked a good day to come up here, wouldn't you say?" Luke asked, kissing her temple.

"It was you that picked a great day," his sister cooed.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and the two couples stepped inside. Amy smiled over to the other pair who appeared to be in their late thirties. Her brother stood against the wall and Amy rested her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, just under the curve of her bosom. The other couple followed suit.

The doors closed, and one of the fastest elevators in the world, began shooting them up at 1,600 feet per minute. Both women grabbed onto their men as their knees went weak from the pressure. Everyone felt like they were two inches shorter from the speed.

"This is how I imagine it feels on Jupiter," Amy said, referring to comparative atmospheric pressure.

Everyone in the elevator chuckled.

"I feel like I'm being folded like laundry," Luke commented.

"My stomach feels like it was left on the ground floor," the woman added.

Suddenly the doors opened again on the 103rd floor. Everyone let out a gasp. 

The two couples smiled at each other before Luke and Amy stepped out first. He took her hand again and they walked, trying to make their wobbly legs work again. It wasn't an easy task as their bodies felt funny from being up so high. 

They made their way to the windows that were straight across from the elevator door. The sun had already set and the buildings were lit with neon lights.

There weren't a lot of people on the floor, just a handful of small groups of friends and couples roaming around and enjoying the scenery. 

"Wow," Amy gasped, standing as close to the window as possible. A rail pressed into her stomach. "This is amazing. It's so pretty."

Luke smiled, adoring her expression before taking a look out the window himself. "It's not as pretty as you."

His sister giggled, "Luke, you're too sweet. If you get any sweeter, you're going to start giving me cavities when you kiss me."

He chuckled, "You're too cute," and then planted a kiss on her cheek.

"You know what we haven't done since you've been back?" Amy turned her eyes from the window.

"What would that be?"

"Take a picture together," she said with a smile, and then pulled her phone out of her purse.

He smiled. They both turned so their backs were towards the window. Amy held out her phone in front of them and Luke pressed his cheek against her temple. She snapped the picture while they both smiled brightly. When she was done, she examined the picture on the screen. 

"That'll do for now," she said with a wink, and then leaned into his ear. "We will have to take more pictures later. More tantalizing ones," she whispered.

When she pulled back, they shared a salacious grin. Luke nodded in agreement. Then, they continued walking.

They went to the next set of windows that faced east. They both looked out to see the buildings, and then the lake behind them. 

Amy was focused, looking out the giant window. She was drinking in the glorious view. She looked out, and then down, seeing the bustling city below. 

Luke reached into his suit pocket with his free hand. His left hand still held hers and he lifted it slightly. He grasped onto a small piece of cold metal inside of his pocket. Then, keeping his eyes forward, he reached over and slipped a silver ring onto her slender middle finger.

Amy looked down, feeling the ring on her finger. She smiled radiantly as she watched him push it down towards her knuckle. When he finished, she lifted her hand to see it close up. It was a silver band, printed with piano keys all of the way around the ring. 

Her eyes lit up like a thousand sparkling diamonds on the ocean.

"Oh my goodness!" she beamed. "I love it!" She jumped up and down in place, admiring her new jewelry. 

"You do?" he asked rhetorically. He loved her reaction. It was just what he wanted to see. A smile was painted on his face.

She glanced back and forth between her right hand and his eyes. She nodded avidly. "I love it and I love you for getting me something so perfect!" she squealed. 

She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders. He held her around her waist and returned the warm embrace. His hand rubbed against the soft black lace of her dress. She pressed her lips to his and they shared a passionate kiss in front of the skyline of downtown, not caring for the moment who could see them

He wanted to get her something she could wear every day. He saw plenty of rings with hearts on them that he would have liked to get for her. But, it would be hard explaining to people that her brother had gotten her an item that screamed that it was from a lover. He also saw a lot of pieces with flowers, but that didn't fit her personality and was way too girly and more for a young girl. They weren't right for her. When he saw the ring with the piano keys, he instantly knew that it was the one. 

When the lover's embrace broke, Amy smiled up to him again. "I'm never going to take it off. I love you so much."




Luke and Amy Ch. 08



Amy woke up from a forty-five minute nap somewhere along I-88 on the way to Iowa. She opened her eyes and nuzzled into her brother's arm that she had been holding onto while she was sleeping.

"Where are we?" she asked in a yawn.

"Just passed through DeKalb." Luke kissed her head. "Did you have a good nap?"

"Oh yes, sleeping on you always brings me good rest." She lifted her head, kissed his upper arm where she was snuggled into, and then rested her head back on the headrest. "Sorry I fell asleep."

He chuckled, "I'm used to it. You used to always sleep on me during road trips." He lifted her hand that he was holding and kissed the back of it before settling their hands back on the console.

"I've always loved sleeping on you," Amy commented with a smile. 

"I've always loved you sleeping on me."

She closed her eyes again, but kept her mind busy with thoughts from their afternoon rendezvous to keep herself awake. Their parents had left for their grandmother's house, which was just outside of Des Moines, mid-morning. When they arrived home after Luke picked her up from school, they checked off another place on their "tour of the house" list. 

Their parents had remodeled the master bathroom last year, complete with a luxurious walk in shower. The shower stall was quite large, with glass panes, and a wide bench at the back. 

After several minutes of making out and touching each other while the hot water cascaded down their bodies, Luke bent her over the bench and she squealed giddily. She had her hands settled on the porcelain with her ass presented to him. They were both thoroughly aroused from the kissing and teasing of their hands. He stepped up behind her, held her hips, and then slid his erection into her hot cunt.

They both uninhibitedly moaned out in pleasure once they were joined together again. Amy pressed herself back into him as hard as she could, begging for him to use her. He obliged, and within minutes was pounding her slick inner flesh.

Amy whimpered and squirmed at the memories. Luke looked over at her in blue Cubs hoodie that was unzipped, showing the lavender spaghetti strap tank top underneath and denim skirt that stopped a couple inches above her knees. He smiled, but kept quiet.

Her mind continued replaying the events. She felt him caressing her ass and the marks of ownership he had left there the previous evening. Her head was turned over her shoulder and she looked at his face while water was splashing against his back. 

The glass walls quickly fogged up and they both had become sweaty from the heat of their bodies and the temperature of the water. 

She heard herself screaming to him, "Use me, use your slutty baby sister like the piece of fuckmeat she is."

She loved talking dirty for him because it heightened the arousal for both of them. She knew how much he adored it and she would dish it out at any moment he asked for it. Words could fly out of her mouth like she was reading a memorized speech if she wanted them to. 

Amy remembered feeling him throbbing inside of her, but she wasn't done yet. A quick position change would help delay his orgasm. They didn't have a lot of time, because they needed to get on the road, but they had enough. 

She had him sit down on the bench, and then she mounted him in a reverse cowgirl position. He held her waist as she bounced, pulling her down onto him even more forcefully than she was already going. On every thrust, his cock bottomed out inside of her and she felt it in the pit of her stomach. The sensation made her squeal in ecstasy. 

Her wet brown hair was matted to her skin and Luke had made a comment that her hair covering her nipples made her look like a beautiful mermaid. A smile curled on the corners of her lips from the memory. 

Her brother had pushed her hair over one shoulder and began kissing her neck in the spot he knew that made her squirm, right where her neck and shoulder meet. He pulled her back against his chest and she spread her legs obscenely wide over his thighs. His hands greedily groped her breasts while her hips rolled in his lap, keeping him deep inside of her.

Amy kept her eyes closed and rubbed her thighs together while writhing in the passenger seat. 

She remembered hearing him growl in her ear, "Cum on my cock. Let me feel my baby sister orgasm on me."

At his command, she gave in to her inevitable climax, squirting her fluids out around his thick cock. He held tight onto her as her cunt milked his shaft and her body shuddered. Moments later, his orgasm erupted inside of her, spitting volleys of his spunk inside of her cunt. When she got back to her feet, his seed trickled down her inner thighs.

Luke let go of her hand, and then reached over and ran his fingers through her long silky brunette mane. "You're thinking about the shower today, aren't you, Squirt?"

"Mmhmm," she muttered a reply. She blinked her eyes open and turned her head so she could look at him. "I'm wet again just thinking about it."

Her brother's hand ran down her body before finding her knee. He trailed his hand along her inner thigh as he spoke, "Let me feel how wet those memories made you."

Amy giggled as she pulled her skirt up. She lifted her bum off of the seat and hiked her skirt up to her hips, exposing her white and purple polka dotted thong.

His hand slid further up until it settled on her silk covered mound. He could feel her heat radiating through the fabric. 

"My, my, my," he said as his fingers slid beneath her panties, "Amy Marie Davenport, what am I going to do with you?" He was greeted with her silken fluids as his fingertips pushed into her slit.

"Love me," his sister moaned as he teased her clitoris. "Love me for being yours. Love me for being so turned on by just thinking about you. I can't control it."

Luke's fingers trailed down to her cunt. There was a pool of her hot nectar at her entrance and he pushed one digit inside of her while keeping the other hand on the wheel. 

He didn't look over at her as he gently pumped her with his finger. "I do love you for being mine and I always will."

Her eyes fluttered closed and she whimpered. She lifted her hips to meet his hand, not caring if anyone driving by could see. Luckily, he was in the right lane, so drivers passing on the left wouldn't get the easiest view.

Suddenly, he withdrew his finger. Amy pouted as he covered her sex with her panties.

"Pull your skirt back down, dirty slut," he said with a teasing grin. "We have five hours to go, I can't have you getting off just yet, can I?" He patted her thigh, and then brought his finger to his mouth.

She opened her eyes and shot him a playful scowl as she wiggled her skirt back down. "Fine, you win this round. But, I'll get you back for this."

Her brother sucked her fluids off of his digit, and then offered her his hand to hold. She took it and wrapped her fingers with his.

"How do you plan on getting me back?" He glanced over quickly before returning his eyes to the road.

Amy turned in her seat, facing him. She reached over and tussled his soft brown hair as she giggled, "If I tell you, you'll be expecting it." She smoothed out his hair where she had messed it up as she continued, "That wouldn't be any fun."

Her hand trailed down his black t-shirt on his arm. She watched the silver piano key printed ring, he had given her last night, spin on her middle finger as her hand moved. She settled her hand on his forearm. 

"So, tell me about this 'glue-sniffer' that Wendy is marrying tomorrow," Luke said.

Amy laughed as he had recalled how their mother described their cousin's fiancé. "Well, I told you about him before, but I'll refresh your memory. His name is Greg."

He nodded. "Okay, but what makes Mom refer to him that way?"

"Hmm, where to start? Well, he's one of those people who can never settle on anything. Cousin Matthew called me after Greg had proposed to Wendy." She stopped to laugh. It took her a moment to be able to speak.

"What's so funny?"

Amy shook her head and forced herself to stifle her laughter. "Matthew had said, that Wendy told him about an hour before he proposed that he had found his calling."

Luke raised a brow as he changed to the left lane to pass a slowly driven mini-van. "What was his calling?"

His sister tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably. "He had gone camping the weekend before and thrown his phone into the lake. Apparently, being one with nature showed him that he should be a park ranger."

"What's wrong with being a park ranger?"

"Nothing, it's just that it lasted about a week. That was after he thought he should be a fireman because he played hockey with a lot of firemen. Apparently, God had told him that was his path."

"God told him he should be a fireman because he played hockey with a bunch of other firemen?"

Amy shook her head. A few more laughs erupted from her mouth before she could speak again. "Want to know his other reason for wanting to be a fireman?"

"Let me guess, to save lives?"

She shook her head wildly, causing her hair to swish against her shoulders. "Because, it would be an easy job. Supposedly, firemen do nothing all day except for sit around and play video games."

It was Luke's turn to crack up. "Are you kidding me? Did he forget the part about going into a burning building and rescuing people?"

After passing a couple of cars, he merged back into the right lane and reset the cruise control.

"Apparently so. Also, according to Matthew, he is the last person you would want saving your life in any situation."

He shook his head, compressing his chuckles. "Now, why would that be?" he asked in the flattest tone possible.

"He's the laziest person you will ever meet. Matthew had told me that he went to help them move to a new apartment and Greg probably did ten percent of the work. Meanwhile, Matthew and Wendy were going back and forth to the car carrying boxes. The whole time, Greg is just chilling on the sofa because," she lifted her hand off of his arm and made finger quotes, "he was tired." She settled her hand back on his forearm.

"Everyone is tired on moving day. Why is he special?"

"Beats me. Matthew said that he had to throw something at him to get him to move off of the sofa and come help them move the mattress. That is of course, after he had basically yelled at him for being a lazy ass, for an hour, while Greg ignored him."

Luke chewed his lip for a moment, trying to comprehend all of this information.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Also, let's not go into what happened when Greg and Wendy were in Chicago and stayed with us last fall."

He drew out his words for dramatic effect, "Oh god, what happened?"

"The guy doesn't know how to use a fucking trash can. It's like it's below him to use one. There were pop cans everywhere. Literally everywhere. Also, he never picked up his dishes or threw away fast food bags. Seriously, Luke, while he was at our house, Mom would pick up stuff everyday while they were out, then he came back and it was like a tornado came through. His pants were in the middle of the kitchen floor one evening, don't have any idea why."

"Jeez, what does Wendy see in this guy?"

Amy shrugged. "He's nice? He likes shoes as much as she does?"

Luke looked over to her and into her matching blue eyes. "I don't think a shared shoe fetish is a good enough reason to marry someone." He turned his eyes back to the road. "And, from what you're saying he doesn't sound like a nice guy."

His sister smiled. "Not all guys can be as wonderful as you, my love," she cooed, and then dropped a kiss on his cheek. She settled back sideways in the seat and curled her left leg, putting her foot under her other knee.

Luke smiled and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. "That may be true. And, not every girl can be as perfect as you. But, seriously, why is she marrying this vinegar sac?"

She laughed, "Vinegar sac, that's a bit too fancy of a term for a douche for him."

He chuckled, "I thought you would get a kick out of that."

Amy squeezed his hand. "I do. I'm going to have to remember that one," she said with a smile. "But, in all seriousness, I really have no idea what Wendy sees in him. Neither does Matthew."

"Maybe, he's good in bed?"

"Umm, well, from what I heard while they were visiting," she shuddered, "I wouldn't say so. They had the air mattress set up in Mom's office, and let's just say, I could hear a bit too much."

"They didn't even try to be quiet? Are you fucking serious? You're right on the other side of the wall!"

"Luke, it sounded like he was jack hammering her. Seriously, and Wendy was just making this repetitive, 'uh, uh, uh' sound the whole time. It sounded like the worst and most boring porn you could ever see."

Her brother laughed. "I make you sound a lot better than that," he commented with a wicked grin.

"Oh yes you do. And I love how you sound when you're grunting and groaning." She shivered as her mind was filled with the sounds her brother made while he was fucking her. "I spent the first night trying to fall asleep with my pillow covering my head. The next day, I grabbed some earplugs from Mom and Dad's room to prepare myself."

"Okay, so he's not good in bed. Maybe, just maybe he's got a really nice dick?"

"Possibly. But, if that's all Wendy wants in a guy, she has more problems than the guy she's about to marry."

"That's for damn sure. But, I have a nice cock, right?"

"Oh goodness, yes!" Amy exclaimed. "Everything about it is perfect."

Luke smirked and glanced over at her before changing lanes. "What's perfect about it?"

His sister blushed. "Do you really want me to tell you?"

"Yes I do. I want to know what you like so much about it."

"Well, besides the fact that it's attached to you, because that's what's most important."

Luke smiled while she closed her eyes to picture his member. He returned to the right lane.

Amy rubbed his forearm while she spoke softly, "I love how thick you are. It's not too much so it hurts me, but it feels fucking amazing when you fill me and open me up. You're on the larger end of average, so it's not like it's scary big, and it slides down my throat and fills my cunt and ass perfectly."

He grinned while listening.

She continued in the same soft tone, "I love your head. It's so fun to wrap my lips around and massage with my tongue. When you push into me, especially in ass, it's like it pops in." Her cheeks became hotter, as did her pussy. "I can feel the ridge under your head while you're fucking me."

He glanced over to see her flushed cheeks as she nibbled her lip, thinking of what else to say. His organ was filling with blood as she complimented it.

"I love your veins," she said with a happy sigh. "I love feeling them on my tongue, especially when you're throbbing and close to cumming. I can feel your heartbeat through them."

Luke had always been a bit self-conscious about his veiny member. It made him happy that she loved them. "Why do you like them?"

She licked her lips and opened her eyes. "Because, it makes your cock what it is, kind of like its personality, if you will. They are beautiful. I really do love them." His sister paused for a moment, and then added, "It's like your cock was made for me."

The siblings shared a smile, and then Amy leaned over to drop a quick kiss on his lips before his eyes returned to the windshield.

"Anything else you want to know?" she asked.

"I think that's enough information," he replied with a grin.

She sat up on her knee, and then moved her hand from his arm. She slid it over his thigh and went straight to his package. She gently cupped and massaged his half hard organ through his jeans. 

"It's your turn," she whispered.

"My turn for what?"

Amy nuzzled his cheek with her nose. "Tell me what you love about the special place between my thighs."

He moaned and opened his legs wider for her teasing hand. He kept his foot near the pedals in case he needed to use them while the cruise control was on.

He swallowed hard as she ran her fingers over his balls before speaking, "Well, like you said, it's yours so that's number one."

"Copycat," his sister giggled.

"Maybe so, but it's true. Even if it wasn't as beautiful as it is, because it's yours I would still love it."

Amy smiled sweetly. "Thank you. But, what makes it beautiful?" She quickly switched to her left hand trailing over his package and holding his hand with her right so she could sit down in the seat. She still kept her torso turned to him.

"Well, I love that you shave yourself bare, because I can see everything."

She smiled and dragged her fingers over his bulge.

"I love how your lips are so smooth and perfectly fold, hiding the prize underneath. There's no extra skin, like some girls have what guys call 'roast beef.'"

Her hand stopped moving and she raised a chestnut brow. She tilted her head down and looked at him over the black rims of her spectacles. "Roast beef?"

"Well, it's not the nicest term. Cause of course you can't control what you have down there."

"Of course. But, what does it mean?" Her hand resumed teasing him. She trailed her finger along the outline of his growing erection.

"Well, it's basically when a girl has a lot of extra skin down there so it's sort of flappy. I guess that's a good way to put it. Some guys really like it, cause they can pull on it with their lips. But, it's not my cup of tea. They do it sometimes in pornos and I'm not a fan."

"Oh, like when a girl has a bad set of fake tits and when her nipple is being sucked. The guy pulls on it and it looks like he's pulling on a balloon? I can't stand that."

Luke chuckled, "Yeah like that. But, even if you were that way, I would still think your pussy was beautiful. And who knows, I might enjoy the tugging on your lips."

Amy smiled and gently rolled the back over hand over his hidden cock. "I'd love your cock even if it was really small cause it would be yours." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. She continued once her butt was back in the seat, "Tell me what else do you like about my pussy."

Her brother grinned. "Well, I love how your clit his hidden behind your lips. When I pull you open it's like your pussy blossoms for me, like a tender rose in full bloom."

She turned her hand back over and her fingers rubbed against his balls. "I like how you put that. It blossoms."

"It's true, my love. That's what I think every time I do it."

"What else do you like?" She batted her lashes for him to keep complimenting her.

"I love, love, love your cunt," he moaned as she groped his package. "It's so fucking tight and even tighter after you've squirted. I love how wet and hot you get. I've never been with a girl who leaks like you do. When I slide my cock into you, it really is heavenly."

"Tell me why it's heavenly, please," she urged him.

Luke ground his clammy hand on the steering wheel. "You feel so soft, it's like velvet. You hug me like a glove. I love when I'm buried inside you and my cock hits your cervix. You make the loveliest little squeal."

His sister shivered. "I love feeling you in the pit of my stomach," she whimpered. "There is nothing like that. It's like we are completely and utterly connected."

"It truly is."

She nibbled her lip for a moment before asking, "Do you like how I taste?"

"Oh god yes," he moaned as his cock ached to be freed from his jeans. "You taste sweet. And, when I'm eating you out, it's like when you eat a juicy peach and all the nectar runs down your chin."

Amy's fingertip trailed up his zipper. She popped the button on his jeans undone, and then slowly pulled the zipper down. She slid her hand inside of his pants. "Thank you for telling me."

"You're very welcome," he replied as he lifted up so she could push his pants down a little and free his organ.




Luke and Amy Ch. 08



She quickly took off her jacket and tossed it to the backseat. Luke looked over as she moved. The tight camisole tank top did very little to conceal her breasts. They weren't completely on display, but the snug fit of the shirt left little to the imagination. He could see the corners of the cups of her bra. Little purple polka dots teased him. The lavender spaghetti straps of her top sat right next to the white straps of her bra. He smiled and returned his eyes to the road.

Amy grinned wickedly after spitting into her hand. She gently picked up his hand from the console and moved it to the wheel. She sat back up on one knee and leaned over. Her palm returned to his erection and she rubbed her saliva into his flesh in soft up and down strokes. 

"Sweetheart?" his sister whispered as she kissed his ear.

Luke nuzzled his temple against her forehead. "Yes, love?" 

His sister placed her palm against the tip of his cock and pressed her fingers against his frenulum, cupping his helm. The pads of her fingers softly danced on his nerve filled flesh as she asked, "Have you ever had road head before?"

He gripped the wheel with both hands as he groaned, "No, I haven't."

Amy licked along his earlobe as her fingers wiggled on his flesh. "Really? I'm surprised."

Her brother sighed in pleasure as she worked her magic on his cockhead. "It's true. Never had the opportunity, I guess. Are you going to be my first?"

"I would be honored," his sister replied in her sultry tone. 

She lifted her other knee up onto the seat. The seatbelt annoyingly laid across her body. She pulled her hair over her right shoulder before completely bending her body over the console. Luke leaned back to give her more space and lifted his arm as she came down. He gently rubbed her back over her soft cotton shirt.

Amy wrapped her fist around the base of his erection and she licked his cockhead softly between words, "People passing by are going to see, aren't they?"

"Yes baby."

She wiggled her ass and giggled, "That makes it more exciting." Then, her lips latched around his bulbous head.

Luke groaned as her mouth melded to his flesh, "Yes it does. Risky and exciting."

His sister's tongue slithered across the slit of his cock as her hand gently pumped his shaft. Her wet muscle swirled around his head as she suckled gently, tasting his precum on her tongue. 

Her brother reached over and pulled her denim skirt up over her hips, exposing her bare bum except for the thin strip of silk of her thong. Her ivory flesh was covered in bruises that he put there the night before by wildly spanking her. He filled his hand with her fleshy cheek. His fingertips rubbed the crease between her ass and thigh. His other hand held tightly onto the wheel.

Amy curled her left arm underneath her and settled it against the console. She slowly pushed her lips further down his shaft as her tongue lured it deeper into her mouth.

Luke groaned as he felt his member push into her tight throat. He'd felt it several times before, but each time was a treat. 

She took her hand off of his cock once her lips touched her fingers. She placed her palm on his thigh and kept her elbow down so it wouldn't get in the way of the steering wheel. 

Amy didn't stop pushing her head down until her nose was pressed against the open fly of his pants. She gagged a little at first, but suppressed it as she always did. She loved taking him fully and hearing the groan of love and satisfaction that came from him as she did so. 

He caressed her ass as he fought with his eyes to keep them open. His mouth had gone dry and his breaths became heavier. "Fuck, Amy, you're too fucking good to me."

A car passed them on the left. He glanced over, but the driver of the vehicle didn't look over. 

"Thank you," she mumbled around his thickness.

She softly bobbed her head on his length. Her lips came up halfway and his cock just barely popped out of her throat before she came back down again. She never stopped moving her tongue, twirling it around his length in every direction she could reach as she suctioned him. 

Her brother felt at home in her mouth, even though he was desperately trying to concentrate on the road. Her mouth was always wet and warm and suckled him with an expertise he had never experienced from anyone else. She expressed her love to him in the way that only she could, by giving to him and tending to him. 

Amy moaned onto him, thanking him for letting her service him. Her tongue fluttered along his length as she rocked her head to each side. His thick tool throbbed between her lips.

She slowly pulled all the way up, puckering her lips against the tip of his shaft, and then pushed down as hard and fast as she could, engulfing his entire length into her throat.

"God damn, fuck," he growled. He tightened his grip on the wheel and his toes curled in his shoes.

His sister had his cock buried in her throat as she rocked her body over the console. She fucked him with her whole body through her mouth, cramming his dick behind her lips and grinding him inside of her throat. 

He lifted his hips up to meet her thrusting face, forcing himself as deep as possible into her orifice as he growled and grunted. He panted heavily, fighting to keep his focus on driving. 

"I don't think road head was meant to be done by a woman of your talent level," he moaned deeply.

He kept his right foot near the brake, just in case it was needed. The cruise control was set on seventy-two miles an hour. He silently thanked the inventor of cruise control.

Amy brought her mouth off and spit onto the tip of his tool. "You love my talents," she giggled. 

Then, she kissed the tip of his erection, pursing her lips around it and taking her time, pushing down. Her lips collected her saliva as she turned her head side to side and took him inside of her throat again. 

"Fuck, I do," Luke grunted as she swallowed his length. 

He glanced down to see her head working up and down. He wished he could look in her eyes. He loved looking in her eyes while she tended to him, connecting with her as she took care of his needs.

She closed her eyes and focused on the taste his flesh and his veins throbbing on her tongue. His organ was firm, but his skin was soft. His sister moaned onto him, showing him how much she loved giving to him. She loved feeling him slide into her throat, stretching it open and filling it. 

Amy settled and held still for a moment with his erection hidden completely behind her lips. Her throat tightened and released around his member. She rolled her tongue around his shaft, tasting him and feeling his racing pulse through his cock. 

He shivered and ground his hand on the top of the wheel. His body was flooded with the warmth provided by her mouth. He wrapped his fingers into her panties and tugged up on them, pulling the silk on her pussy as he growled. Her panties absorbed the juices from her leaking cunt and she wiggled her ass in the air. His sister moaned onto his throbbing flesh, sending vibrations into his body.

Her lips sealed around his flesh as she pulled her mouth up, then pushed back down at a steady pace. She sucked him with tender care, bobbing her head in his lap. Her mouth made dirty slurping sounds as she worked up and down, and her tongue fluttered against him. Drool spilled out of the corners of her mouth and pooled in his pubic hair.

Another car passed by, but Luke didn't look over. His mind was overwhelmed from the fight between concentrating and focusing on the pleasure she provided him. His balls churned, nearing release. He gripped her ass and the steering wheel as he forced himself to keep his eyes open. The intensity of her suctioning mouth mixed with his first road head experience was quickly becoming too much.

"Jesus, fuck, Amy," he roared as his legs tensed up. 

His sister suckled his flaring head. Her hand returned to his shaft and pumped it steadily. She moaned onto him, begging him for his seed as she milked him. She could feel him throbbing and swelling even thicker between her lips.

"I love you so much," her brother groaned as his body was taken over by his orgasm. He squeezed her butt cheek hard.

He erupted inside of her waiting mouth, showering it with ropes of his thick seed as she brought it out of him. She moaned instantly, tasting him on her tongue. Amy milked him of everything he could give her, filling her hungry mouth with his spunk. She didn't stop until his dick started twitching from being over stimulated.

She carefully brought her mouth off of his cock, keeping her lips pressed against his flesh. Her lips instantly sealed as she pulled her mouth up, and then lifted off of his lap. His hand fell off of her ass as she moved.

Amy smiled as she slid her legs off of the seat and sat back up with a mouthful of her brother's load. She sat down sideways, facing him and pulled her skirt down as his musky seed sank into her taste buds. 

Luke grinned as he looked over at her, seeing her swishing it around in her mouth. "I don't think there are any girls in the world who love cum as much as you do."

She swallowed his cum in a gulp, and then licked her lips as she wiggled her skirt back down. "Are you complaining?" she asked, raising a brow playfully.

"Fuck no. I love how much you love my seed." He lifted his hips to pull his jeans and boxers back up, and then she held the wheel for him while he zipped up. 

He took the wheel back and held her hand. She wrapped their fingers tightly together.

"Good, because I do love it, so very much," she said with a smile. 

Luke smiled while keeping his eyes on the road. 

Several quiet minutes passed between the siblings. They just held hands and listened to the classic rock music that came in through the speakers at a moderate volume. 

Amy slid her lavender ballet flats off, and then curled one leg under the other. She continued to smile as she looked over his masculine features. She adored his strong jawline that was covered in scruff. She knew that their mother would probably harp on him to shave before the wedding tomorrow, but she hoped that he wouldn't cave. 

She loved his eyes, the bright blue that matched hers perfectly. When they were children, they would joke with each other that looking in each other's eyes was like looking in a mirror. She loved looking into them now and seeing his love for her. It was always there, but of course, it had grown much deeper and it was the love of a lover, not only a brother. 

Amy let go of his hand and fanned her fingers in and out over his palm while thinking of the day she had to get her first pair of glasses. When she was eight-years-old, she failed the vision test at school. She had always sat in the front row in class, and because she was near-sighted, she never realized there was a problem. 

She didn't want to get glasses, but her brother told her she would be just as pretty with them as she was without them. He never teased her, called her "four-eyes," or anything of the sort. He did vow to beat anyone up who did. Though, she never took him up on the offer. 

Now, she can't see herself without glasses. She liked how they complimented her face. That was of course, when she got a bit older and glasses became more fashionable. She knew that she was a nerd and loved herself for it. So, a nerdy style frame for her glasses was the obvious choice. She had tried contacts once, but couldn't stand them. She always had problems putting eye drops in and touching her eyes. The experiment of contacts lasted three days when she was sixteen. Also, she liked the ease of glasses.

Her brother however, still had perfect vision. She used to playfully tease him that he faked his way through vision tests. 

The melodious ring of her cell phone emanated from her purse and broke her day dreams. Amy leaned down to pick up her purse, put it on her lap, and then pulled out her phone. The screen was lit up with her mother's number.

"It's Mom, no sexy talk," Amy giggled.

Luke smiled. "I can hold off some times," he said with a wink.

She answered the call and put it on speaker. He turned the radio down.

"Hey Mom," Amy said. She held the phone between them.

"Hey Mom," Luke said right after.

"Hey guys. How's the drive?" Kathryn's voice was loud coming through the speaker. Amy turned the volume down a little.

"It's going. There are lots of plowed corn fields and barns, you know. The standard," Amy chuckled.

Their mother laughed. "Yeah, I clearly remember that from earlier today. I just wanted to check in on you guys. Dad and I got here about an hour ago. Grandma's is really getting packed. Some of Mitch's family is staying here too."

"Mitch's family too?" Amy asked, in reference to Wendy's father's side of the family. "Who?" 

"Umm, so far, his parents and his brother Wayne. His sister, her herd of children, and husband are supposed to be here in a couple hours."

"Wow, this is really going to be a full house," Luke said.

"Yeah," Kathryn sighed. "We are trying to figure out sleeping arrangements."

"It'll all work out, Mom, don't worry about it." Amy squeezed her brother's hand.

"I know it will. So anyways, where are you guys?"

"We passed a sign a couple miles ago. It said we were in Sterling," Luke replied. "We should be there around nine, I think."

"Okay, be safe. And don't speed, Luke. We will all be here. Don't try to get here earlier than you have to."

"I won't, I promise."

Amy smiled at him. 

"Alright, you guys be safe. Call me when you're about an hour away."

"I will, Mom. Love you," Amy said.

"Love you," Luke said.

"Love you both. Bye."

"Bye," the siblings said in unison.

Amy hung up the phone and put it back in her purse.

"Hey, Kristy is sleeping over this weekend while she watches Penny, right?" he asked.

"Yes."

Luke clicked the turn signal and then changed lanes to pass someone as he spoke, "Is she sleeping in your bed?"

"It's not my bed. It's our bed," his sister commented with a smile.

He glanced over and smiled back. His heart warmed up from her statement.

"But, yes she is. That's why I changed the sheets before we left. Couldn't have her sleeping in our sex sheets, could we?" Amy giggled.

He chuckled, "No, definitely not. Not with how you squirt and soak them."

She winked. "Yup. I'm a smart cookie."

"Yes you are. One of the many things I love about you."

She leaned over and dropped a kiss on his cheek. She nuzzled him before resting her shoulder back against the seat. "There are many things I love about you too."

The siblings shared a warm smile as Luke returned to the right lane.

The scenery of farms and empty fields whizzed past as miles of road were covered.

Luke broke the silence, "Hey, Squirt, are you getting hungry?"

"Yeah, I barely ate lunch today because today was the deadline to get the yearbook to the publishers. So, I only had enough time to eat about half of my sandwich. Where do you want to stop?"

"Well, I'd rather not eat fast food, or at a diner by a truck stop, like that one time."

His sister laughed, remembering a place their family stopped several years ago on the way to their grandmother's house. The silverware came in a paper wrapper with an envelope-like flap over the top. The waitress was nice, but got her and her mother's orders wrong three times. On the third attempt, they just ate what they were given, because they had already spent too much time here. That was of course, after it took her ten minutes to return and check on them after the first wrong order. Luke and Phil felt terrible eating while the ladies waited, but with their blessing, they did. Amy and Kathryn had several French fries from their plates to keep their stomachs from rumbling too much. Also, the bathrooms were much less than desirable.

"We've had a lot of adventures together haven't we?" Amy chuckled.

He smiled and glanced over at her. "Yes, we definitely have. I love our adventures, but I'd rather not have lunch today be a bad one."

She returned the smile and his eyes returned to the road. 

His sister leaned down and fished her phone out of her purse. "Is a chain restaurant okay?" she asked as she began searching for restaurants on her phone.

"Good ole reliable. Perfect," he replied with a grin.

After a few minutes of an internet search, she found an American fare casual restaurant that would be just off the highway in a few miles. They both agreed on the place and Luke drove them to their destination.

When they arrived, the parking lot was quite empty, considering it was early evening on a Friday. The location was practically in the middle of nowhere, so that didn't help business much. Most diners were probably just making a stop on the road, just as they were.

Luke turned off the car and came around to the passenger side to open her door. She quickly slipped her jacket on before he got to her door. She picked up her purse, and then took his hand. The siblings walked to the door hand in hand.

The hostess took them to a table in the corner of the bar area, in front of the windows. Amy sat with her back to the window and Luke sat next to her, in front of a wall littered with random old time-y knick knacks that had been bought in bulk. The hostess dropped off the menus on the wooden table, and then disappeared.

The siblings held hands on top of the table and Amy crossed her legs. They smiled to each other, and then began looking over the menu. Luke rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand while they scanned over the entrée choices. Burgers, salads, pasta dishes, and the like were the items listed.

The waitress arrived a couple of minutes later. She was a bubbly and perky girl around Amy's age. She introduced herself as Katie. She was quite flirty with Luke at first, leaning over the table with her breasts nearly in his face while describing the specials. However, Luke's kind smile, then a squeeze of Amy's hand showed her that he wasn't interested. Katie backed off on her seduction, but still remained friendly.

The pair asked for diet sodas and she promptly returned, practically skipping on the way. She dropped off the pops, and then took their orders. Amy asked for a ceasear salad with grilled chicken and it was a swiss cheeseburger with mushrooms for Luke.

When Katie galloped away to drop the host station to drop off the menus, Luke leaned over and dropped a kiss on Amy's cheek. She nuzzled into him and smiled. He kissed her temple before he pulled away.

He switched hands that were holding hers, and then his right hand went under the table and settled on her knee. He gently caressed her bare skin. "Mom said that Uncle Mitch's sister was bringing her herd of children. How many is that now?"

"Hold on, let me think," his sister chuckled. "Alicia's on her third marriage, and had Felicity and Taylor with the first guy. Blake with number two. Her husband, Richard, has Hunter from his previous marriage..."

"My god," Luke muttered.

Amy chortled, "We aren't done yet." 

"How many does she have with Richard? I know they had Bonnie before I left."

"Yes, Bonnie is four now and last year they had Sadie. I really don't know how she's able to keep popping out so many kids. Well, of course, biologically she can, she's only forty-two. But, you know what I mean."

Her brother chuckled, "Yeah I do. Especially for that long. Felicity is nineteen now, right?"

"Yup. So, she's been having kids for that long. I guess child-support pays well." She paused for a moment. "Sorry, that was a bad joke."

Luke squeezed her hand. "It does though. So, it wasn't that bad." He gave her a reassuring smile. 

She smiled back. "So, yeah, there will be six kids from the Alicia and Richard clan. Also, Uncle Cliff, Aunt Carla and their kids. No wonder Mom is worried about sleeping arrangements."




Luke and Amy Ch. 08



"I wonder who I'll be bunking with." His hand continued to rub her knee and lower thigh. "I could volunteer to take the attic."

"You always loved it up there."

"Yeah and so did you. Do you remember when we'd go up there and hide when we were there for the Fourth of July parties?"

Amy giggled, "Yeah, cause there were like forty plus people in the house. We just wanted to get away from all the people and enjoy some quiet and talk and play cards."

Luke smiled fondly. "We could hear Mom and Dad yelling for us. Mom found our hiding place, and then joined us."

His sister laughed. "Remember, she was so mad at first. Then she said, 'It's quiet up here. Can I play go-fish with you guys?'"

Her brother grinned. "You always had us beat in go-fish. I swear you were psychic."

"Nah, I could just see through the back of your cards," she said with a wink and squeezed his hand.

"I always won Monopoly, though. At least I had that."

"Not always. I won twice," she protested playfully.

He chuckled, "Yes you did. Then, you rubbed it in my face all night."

Her tone changed to a sultry whisper as she spoke, "I like rubbing my pussy in your face these days." Her hand left his to grope his package. 

"Rub your pussy in my face all you want," he said with a muffled groan.

She slid her hand down to his sac. The back of her fingers rubbed against the wooden seat as she massaged his balls. Then, she slowly came back up. She giggled as she took her hand away when she saw Katie coming to the table with their food.

The siblings shared a wicked grin. Luke quickly ran his hand underneath her skirt and along her inner thigh that was crossed over her other leg before setting his hand back on the table.

The waitress dropped off the dishes and asked if they needed anything else as she put a bottle of ketchup on the table. They both politely told her they were all set. Then, Katie let them be.

Amy took a sip of pop, and then mixed her salad with her fork before taking a bite. Luke cut his burger in half, and then began chowing down on it. 

They talked more about the family members who would be at their grandmother's house tonight and tomorrow. The siblings always got along well with their mother's brother Cliff. He had a knack for making everyone laugh.

About halfway through their meal, a man who appeared to be in his mid-forties came in and sat at the bar. 

Amy noticed him looking at her immediately. He was wearing a gray business suit with a white shirt and black tie. He sat alone, sipping a golden brew. His eyes trailed to her several times. She locked eyes with him for a moment and smiled. Luke noticed as well and grinned proudly, knowing his sister was the object of many male fantasies and she was his lover.

"Take your jacket off," her brother said softly.

"Why?" Amy asked.

"Cause your breasts look amazing in that top you're wearing. I know you like men looking at you."

She giggled and blushed, shying away into her shoulder. She wanted to tease the stranger, but she didn't want him to only allow her to do so because she wanted it. "Are you sure? I don't want to make you jealous. I only have eyes for you, my love."

He lowered his gaze and looked into her eyes through her glasses. "I am absolutely sure. Don't you remember a couple of nights ago? I know you're mine. I like showing you off. It's exhibitionism in a way."

His sister shivered as her flesh rose up with goose bumps. She clearly remembered Luke sharing her with Ethan and the events of the evening. 

He took a bite of his burger, swallowed, and then said, "Take your jacket off and pull your shirt down a little. He won't be able to look away."

Amy smiled, nodded, and then put her fork on her plate. She looked down at herself as she unzipped her jacket, and then pulled her arms out. Her jacket fell behind her in the seat. Then, she wiggled as she pulled at the sides of her thin, lavender, spaghetti strap top. She worked it down until the white tops of her bra cups were showing and her cleavage was spilling out.

Amy looked over at Luke and saw him smiling as he chewed. She didn't need to look at the man, because she knew where his eyes were. She could feel them burning into her tits.

Her brother swallowed, and then wiped his mouth before kissing her ear. He whispered, "Now uncross your legs and open them up. Don't make it obvious. Don't look at him, yet."

She grinned as she did what she was told. She liked how he was coaching her and telling her what to do to drive the man wild with lust. Her legs opened as wide as they could with the confines of her skirt. Her brother reached down and tugged up on her skirt. She lifted up so he could bring it up higher on her thighs and her legs could open even wider, allowing the guy a view of her panties if he wanted it.

"This is so naughty," Amy whispered.

"You love naughty."

She giggled, "I do," and then brought a forkful of romaine lettuce to her mouth.

Amy lifted her eyes for a moment and saw the man shifting in his seat. She looked back down at her plate and smiled inwardly. 

The restaurant was mostly empty. There was a couple snuggled up together in one of the booths in the bar, facing away from them. On the other side of the wall, there were a handful of patrons scattered throughout the establishment. 

Luke finished his burger and left a heap of fries on his plate that he pushed away. He wiped his hands, and then found her thigh under the table. He massaged her creamy flesh, slowly working his way up to her panties.

"He can see your hard nipples," he muttered in her ear.

His statement made her nipples swell even more and press against the two thin layers of clothing on her chest. 

Her brother continued to tease her thigh and graze his fingers over her panties while she finished her salad. Amy squirmed in her seat as his fingertips brushed over her clit. They only lingered for a moment before coming back down. Her cheeks and womanhood were equally hot. 

Very soon after the teases began, she didn't want to eat anymore.

Luke glanced over at the guy. His eyes were glued on Amy's body, oblivious to anything else in the world. He knew that he was committing the visual to his memory. 

He kissed her earlobe and spoke between soft kisses, "After we pay, I'm going to go to the bathroom. You're going to go up to him and tease him and use your womanly talents like I know you're capable of."

"Luke, I can't," she whispered as she nuzzled her warm cheek against his face. She looked over at the guy and locked eyes with him again. She nibbled her lip for a moment, and then looked away, playing coy.

"Why can't you?" He cupped her silk covered pussy in his hand. He could feel her arousal radiating trough the fabric. His cock had grown hard from teasing his sister and the man. His organ was now strained inside of his jeans.

"I don't know," she moaned softly as the heel of his hand ground against her clitoris. "I just can't. He's a stranger. What if something bad happens?"

He nibbled her ear, and then said, "After I use the restroom, I'm going to stand in the hallway and watch. You don't have to get up till you can see me again. I'll be right there if anything bad happens. I'm always here to protect you."

She closed her eyes and nodded. "I know you are."

"Don't worry. I'll never let anyone hurt you. You know that."

"I do," his sister whimpered. 

"And, if he does something you don't want, like grabbing you, run, and I'll go beat him up. Then, I'll meet you outside after I've given him a couple shiners."

She shook her head and giggled. "You'd beat up a guy for me?"

"Hell yeah I would."

His sister kissed his cheek and smiled.

Her fluids were soaking through the silk and onto his hand. Amy reached over and felt his bulge under her palm. He was rock hard. She massaged him tenderly, letting her fingers dance over his hidden flesh.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," he said in a gentle groan into her ear.

His voice caused a tremor to run down her spine and to her toes. He took his hand from her mound, and then grazed his fingers over chest. His fingertips poked into the cup of her bra. Amy felt like she was about to melt from her arousal bubbling so intensely inside of her. 

She opened her eyes and looked over at the guy at the bar. His eyes were glued to her. He idly held his beer glass in the air near his mouth, as if he was scared to move because it would cause her to disappear. She bit her lip as she caught his gaze with her eyes. Then, she closed her eyes and nuzzled into her brother's cheek.

"I just know how much you like attention and teasing men. You're a novice, yes, but I'm helping you aren't I?" His fingertips lightly rubbed over her erect nipple.

"You are helping me and I want to tease him," she murmured as she shivered. Her hand held his bulge a shade harder. She could feel him throbbing through his pants.

"Good girl. I knew you did," he muttered. 

The waitress bounced back to the table. The siblings instantly separated upon seeing her. Katie giggled knowingly as she approached them. Amy blushed harder and just shook her head when she asked if they wanted boxes. She dropped off the check, Luke asked her to wait while he pulled out his card, and then handed it to her. Katie smiled, and then turned away.

"Luke, I'm nervous," his sister said softly.

He smiled, and then brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it between sentences, "You have nothing to be nervous about. You could tell him the sky is purple and you like to eat bugs. He'd still be into you and fantasize about you."

Amy giggled, "I'm not so sure about that."

"I am," he stated with a grin. He kissed each of her knuckles, and then settled their hands back on the table. "When you've had enough of teasing him, wink at me, and I'll come get you."

"All right."

Katie returned with the card and receipts. She thanked them, and then picked up their plates from the table. She wished them a good night before disappearing to the kitchen.

Luke signed the receipt and left a very good tip. Then, he rose up from the table. He bent down to kiss his sister's lips, and then made his way to the restroom.

Amy sipped the rest of her pop, wetting her dry mouth. She held the stranger's gaze and smiled with the straw between her lips. He grinned back. Her pulse raced while she waited for Luke to appear in the restroom hallway. She put her jacket on, left it unzipped, and then picked up her purse. She put it over her shoulder, appearing to be getting ready to leave.

Luke smiled to her from across the room and gave her a nod and a smile.

She got up from her chair, and then sauntered over to the bar. She held the man's gaze. The longer she looked into his eyes, the hotter she grew. His dark eyes pierced her and she noticed the flakes of gray in his brown hair as she approached. She swayed her hips and bounced purposely as she walked, causing her cleavage to give a delightful jiggle.

The couple in the booth was still there, turned away from Amy and her seductive walk. The bartender was keeping himself busy behind the bar. 

She stopped when she reached his barstool. She felt like his heart must have stopped. His breathing was staggered as she reached over, took his beer from his hand, and then placed it down on the bar. Her fingertips danced along his arm, over his suit jacket.

"Hi," Amy said softly.

"Hello," he stuttered, "where is your boyfriend?"

"He's in the restroom," she replied. She bent her knees a bit, and then slowly rose back up, rubbing her breasts against his other arm. 

"I don't want to get punched in the face."

Amy giggled playfully and tapped his cheek. "Don't worry. He knows I'm a slut."

The man groaned at her words. She could feel him trembling against her as she dragged her hand down his silk tie, slowly making her way to his crotch. 

She lightly tickled his modest belly, just above his belt as she leaned into his ear and used her vixen tone, "Did you like seeing what he was doing to me?"

"Uh huh," was the only thing he could say. His voice was hoarse with lust for her.

Amy's lips brushed his ear as she whispered in a sultry tone, "Did you see my panties?" Her hand crept lower, but not touching his cock yet.

"Yes," he groaned in anticipation.

She looked to the hallway and saw her brother smiling and ready to pounce if he needed to.

Her hand turned as it came over his crotch. She rubbed the back of her hand along his hidden length. "Did you like them?"

"Yes."

Amy pulled away from his ear and smiled. "Would you like to touch me?"

The bartender looked over, but went back to polishing glasses, ignoring what was going on just a few feet away. 

"Touch you?" the man questioned with surprise in his voice.

She smiled and used her free hand to pull her jacket away from her body. It stretched out, shielding the view from anyone who could be looking from the other side of the restaurant. "Go ahead, touch my tits. I know you want to."

He raised his shaky left hand and ran it over the large curve of her bosom. He quietly moaned the instant he touched her body. Amy smiled and bit her lip as his hand cupped her fleshy mound, weighing it in his hand. She looked down to see his hand on her and noticed a gold band on his ring finger.

Amy grinned wider. Her hand left his crotch, and then she ran her finger over his ring. "You're a naughty boy, aren't you?" she asked, raising a brow.

He just nodded. No words left his lips, though he seemed to try.

Her hand returned to his package. She ran her fingers along the outline of his member before curling her hand over it. She stroked him firmly though his slacks. His eyes closed and he groaned from her expert touch. Her fingers wiggled against him, pressing into his firmness. Her genitals were on fire. She didn't want to fuck him, but loved knowing what she was doing to him.

She looked deeply into his dark eyes. "I like naughty boys," she said with a flirty wink.

His mouth fell open and he groaned audibly. Amy could feel his member twitch against her hand. 

"Will you do me a favor?" she asked softly, looking into his eyes.

He raised his eyes from her breasts. His breaths were short and raspy as he blurted out, "Anything." 

He groped her tit harder, pressing his fingers into her flesh. Amy felt her nipple pressing against his palm. She rubbed his encased organ harder.

"Think about me when you fuck your wife," she said in a sultry whisper.

"God yes, I will. I promise," he groaned. "I don't think I will ever not be able to."

"That's a good boy," Amy smiled, and then kissed his flushed cheek. She winked at Luke as she came back from his face. "You know how to make a girl happy."

The man smiled. "I'll always fantasize about you."

"Your fantasy girl's name is Amy."

Her brother came up from behind the man. He quickly grabbed Amy's hand. Her jacket fell back against her body and the stranger's hand came off of her tit. She squealed with mock surprise when Luke grabbed her and pulled her away from him.

"You're such a fucking slut. I can't even use the restroom without you getting yourself in trouble," Luke growled.

Amy looked in his eyes. She knew he was playing a role. Her feet took a moment to catch up with her body as he took her out of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, please don't be mad," she pouted. "You know I can't help it."

He let go of her hand, and then reached under her skirt. The denim rumpled up on his wrist as he took a handful of her fleshy bum. "You're my slut, never forget that."

She squealed from his firm grip, "I'll never forget. I promise." 

Luke withdrew his hand from her ass, and then straightened her skirt before they passed the host station. Amy turned her head and gave the guy a wink and a smile. She raised her hand and gave him a little wave when they reached the doors. Her brother patted her ass as she passed through the door that was opened by the hostess.

When the siblings reached the car, he pinned her against the passenger door. He ground himself into her as he spoke, looking into her ocean blue eyes, "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she said with a smile, seeing the true love in his eyes.

He kissed her fiercely. His tongue invaded her mouth, searching every crevice and massaging her tongue. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him even closer to her. 

He pulled away, leaving her panting for more. He grinned at her, kissed her forehead, and then took her hand. He brought her a couple steps back before opening the door for her.

Amy slid into the seat and he closed the door for her. She buckled up while he came around to the other side. He plopped down in the seat. He put on his seat belt, ignited the engine, and then took her hand.

"Did you enjoy teasing that guy?" Luke asked as he left the parking lot.

"Oh yes, very, very much," his sister replied, squirming in her seat. "He's going to fantasize about me while he's fucking his wife."

He grinned wide. "I could have told you that. Before you even went up to him he was going to be."

Amy giggled, "It was really hot for me to do that. But, you know what really got me hot?"

"Tell me."

"Knowing you were there watching me do it. That it was your idea and you encouraged me to do it."

"Amy," he squeezed her hand, "you were thinking it before I mentioned it. The moment he started looking at you, I knew you wanted to tease him."

She blushed. "How do you know me so well?"

"Because, I'm your brother, I know you better than anyone else in the world." 

Amy noticed a truck stop right before they entered onto the on ramp. She wanted something to drink and to use the restroom since she was too distracted at the restaurant to think of it. She shrugged it off when she looked over at the gas gauge. They would need to fill up pretty soon anyway. 

"Take off your skirt and your panties," her brother said bluntly.

Her mouth dropped open and she gasped, "What? Right now? Off?"

Luke grinned wickedly as he entered the highway. "Yes, right now. I know you're sopping wet after what you did in the restaurant."

She playfully shook her head. "All right, if you say so."

His sister lifted up from the seat as she unbuttoned, and then unzipped her skirt. She hooked her thumbs into her thong before wiggling both garments down her thighs. Luke glanced over as her shaven pussy came into view. He got a quick look at her swollen lips that were shiny with arousal. He set the cruise control while she kicked off her shoes and lifted her feet out of her clothes.

"Take off your jacket, too," he told her firmly.

Amy did as he said. She slipped her jacket off, and then held it in her hands. "What do you want me to do with this?"

"Put it on the console. In case I see a cop we'll need to cover you quickly before passing him."

She giggled, "Aren't you smart?"

"Sometimes," he said with a wink. He lifted his arm so she could put her jacket on the console. Then, he placed his hand on her thigh and opened her legs wide. "Put your other foot on the dashboard."

Amy lifted her right foot and placed it where she was told. She leaned back in her seat and lightly ran her ringers over her mound. She shivered instantly from the touch. "I'm insanely wet."

"I know you are, baby. You're going to do exactly as I say." Luke massaged her inner thigh. "Close your eyes."

She closed her eyes and nodded gently.

"Run your fingertips along your slit. Then, just barely poke it into your cunt."

His sister nibbled her lip as her fingers followed the trail from her clit to her cunt. She took her time, feeling her juices collect on her fingers before dipping her middle finger inside of her hole. 

"Come back up. Rub your clit back and forth, but slowly." His eyes glanced between the road, the mirrors, and what she was doing next to him. He enjoyed giving her commands, because he knew she liked taking them.




Luke and Amy Ch. 09



Amy smiled to herself, stepping down the little attic stairs. It seemed as though everyone in her grandmother's house was still sleeping. There were no other noises or voices coming from anywhere in the house. She wasn't as worried walking down the long corridor back to the room that she was supposed to be sleeping in, but she still stepped around the creaky floorboards.

She carefully opened the bedroom door and found Felicity sawing logs with one arm hanging off of the bed and the sheets bunched up, barely covering her body. After putting her phone on the charger, Amy grabbed her toiletries in their blue transparent bag from her suitcase. With the items in her hands, she left the room. 

She stopped at the linen closet next to the bathroom, retrieved three plush towels, and then went to the next door to her right. Amy closed the bathroom door behind her before stripping out of her pajamas. She placed her clothes in a pile by the door before stopping to clean her pearly whites.

While brushing her teeth, she looked at her naked form in the mirror. She watched her ample breasts sway as she coated her mouth with mint plaque remover. Her hair was slightly messy from sleeping and the love making that she had shared with her brother. After spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing her mouth, she turned to the side and checked out the bruises on her bum that had started to lighten and turn more yellow than black and blue.

She pulled out the rest of her toiletries from the bag and put them out on the counter, followed by the case that held her birth control pills. She popped one out into her hand, and looked down at the tiny pill in her palm. 

For a brief moment, she considered what it would be like to have a child with her brother. As quick as the thought came to her, it left as she realized the futility of her desire. Deep down, she knew that they wanted to be a true couple, but bringing a child into their lives would be a selfish act on their parts. She popped the pill into her mouth, and then cupped her hand under the faucet to get water to wash it down with. 

After doing her business, Amy turned on the water for the shower and set the temperature much less hot than she preferred. She knew a lot of people needed to shower after her and the hot water would deplete quickly. She didn't want to be the reason it did. 

She went through the routine of washing her hair, shaving, cleansing her body, and then washing her face. The lukewarm water had her nipples swollen throughout her shower. 

She hopped out and dried off before wrapping her body and hair in a towel. The other towel was left on the counter for her brother to use shortly. She picked up her clothes, and then went back across the hall.

The towel stayed wrapped up in her hair while she dug through her suitcase to find fresh pajamas. She tossed a pair of purple and white Northwestern Wildcat PJ pants onto the bed, followed by a purple shirt, a pink sports bra, and pink cotton panties. She towel dried her hair, and then covered up her nudity. Felicity's snoring continued as Amy got dressed.

Amy yawned as she grabbed her blow drier. She dropped it on the bed, and then sat down and sent her best friend, who was house sitting this weekend, a text to check in with her. Kristy wouldn't be awake yet, but she wanted her to get it first thing in the morning. Then, she went back to the bathroom to blow dry her long brunette locks.

Amy felt eyes on her while her head was flipped over, drying the underside of her hair. She tossed her head back and smiled upon seeing Luke standing in the doorway. He returned the smile and continued to watch her until she finished.

Her brother dropped a gentle kiss on her lips once she was done. "Did you sleep well?" he asked with a sly grin.

"I would say so," she replied. She ran a brush through her mane as she returned the question, "How about you? Was the attic chilly?"

He shrugged with the grin still painted on his face. "It was warm enough."

His sister smirked. "I'm glad you were able to stay warm."

"Did you pack my shampoo and stuff?" Luke put his sweat pants, shirt, and boxer briefs on the counter.

"Yes I did. I even brought your razors and shaving cream, though I would much prefer it if you didn't shave." She looked over the scruff on his face. "You have a beard that's filling in nicely."

Luke looked in the mirror and ran his fingers over his jaw. "You're right, Squirt. I never really thought I'd look good with one. But, I think I could get used to it." He smiled at her in the mirror. "As long as Mom doesn't harp on me about it today, I won't shave. Just for you." He dropped a kiss on her temple.

His sister batted her eyelashes and cooed, "Just for me?"

"Just for you," He said with a grin, and then rustled up her hair.

Amy playfully swatted his side with her hairbrush. "I just brushed my hair and now you've messed it all up." She rolled her eyes and let out a sarcastic sigh.

Luke took the brush from her, stood behind her, and then began brushing her hair. She smiled immediately and tingles ran down her body to her fingers and toes. They both kept their ears open, listening for doors opening in the hall.

"Would you ever let me shave your face?" Amy asked with her neck arched back slightly.

"I thought you didn't want me to shave."

"Well, I don't, but if you need to or want to. Would you let me?"

His fingers ran through her silky locks along with the brush. "I've never had anyone else do it."

"You'd just have to teach me. I'd sit on the counter and go real slow so I don't hurt you."

"Sure. I'd let you."

He saw her sapphire eyes sparkle, and then kissed the top of her head. 

"You could shave me, if you wanted to," his sister whispered seductively.

Before he could answer, the siblings heard a door open down the hall. Luke stepped away, gave her the brush, and then quickly put toothpaste on his toothbrush. Amy put her glasses on her face before slipping the ring he got for her back onto the middle finger of her right hand. She left her blow dryer on the counter in case anyone wanted to use it later.

Amy returned to the hallway and headed for the grand staircase in the middle of the corridor. She said good morning to Aunt Debbie on the way, and then bounced down the stairs. 

The sun was coming in through the large bay window in the dining room and lighting up the polished table and the wood floor leading into the kitchen. Amy stepped through the archway into the kitchen, and then began retrieving items to cook breakfast with. She found a mixer in one of the lower cabinets, along with a long griddle and a couple of skillets. 

She opened up the fridge and pulled out sausage, bacon, milk, eggs, and anything else she would need to make breakfast for a large quantity of people. 

After placing everything on the counters, Amy looked over the task ahead of her and Luke. 

"Maybe, this wasn't such a good idea," she laughed at herself and shook her head. "I'm about to cook for an army." Amy smiled and shrugged before filling the mixing bowl with pancake mix. 

Luke came into the kitchen and smiled to his sister. He quickly dropped a peck on her lips, knowing his aunt wouldn't be far behind. Amy smiled at him, and then looked him over in his fresh pajamas. She knew he would look delicious in a suit in just a few hours, but she would ravish him wearing sweats and a t-shirt just as much as she would with him in formal wear.

"So, what do you need me to do?" he asked, looking over the spread on the countertops. 

His sister turned off the mixer, and then brought the bowl over to another much larger bowl. "Well, you can start the eggs if you want to," she said as she poured the pancake batter in. 

He began cracking eggs and dropping them into a bowl. Amy went back to the mixer and started making more batter.

Halfway through the carton, Luke lowered his voice and started to sing "I am the Walrus," by the Beatles. She smiled as he sang.

"I am the eggman," he sang.

Amy changed the next line, "You are the eggman."

They smiled to each other across the kitchen island.

"Goo goo g'joob," they said together.

Her brother continued singing and she continued to grin while listening and changing the one line. The mixer beating the batter and the cracking of eggs accompanied the melody.

Aunt Debbie came into the kitchen and found the siblings. Luke was whisking eggs to be scrambled and Amy was waiting for the griddle to heat up before dropping the first ladle of pancake mix on. They both smiled upon seeing her.

"You guys are up early," Debbie said, running her fingers through her messy locks. She made her way over to the coffee maker.

"We thought it would be nice to make everyone breakfast." Amy smiled, and then dropped a ladle of batter on to the griddle. 

"That's so nice of you two." Debbie began making a pot of coffee. It took her a moment to find the filters. Then, she asked, "Do you guys want some help?"

Luke tore up bits of cheddar cheese and dropped them into the bowl of eggs. "I think we're good, wouldn't you say, Squirt?"

"Yup," Amy agreed. 

They smiled to each other, and then to Debbie. 

"We weren't around for most of the chaos yesterday, so we can make it up to you guys this way," Amy said. "Plus, you're the mother of the bride. You need a bit of a break."

Their Aunt smiled warmly. "Thanks guys. We will all appreciate it. But, do holler if you need any help."

"We will," they said in unison.

Luke and Amy continued their breakfast making duties. Debbie left the kitchen once the coffee was done and went to the dining room to enjoy it. They weren't alone for too long, the aroma of bacon and sausage was waking up everyone in the house and they began filtering in downstairs. While they cooked, they shared secret lover's smiles and stood close to each other at the stove.

Matthew was one of the last people to come into the kitchen. Amy locked eyes with her cousin and he blushed immediately. She grinned slyly, and then returned her attention to the pancakes that needed to be flipped. Matthew looked over at Luke who was turning slices of bacon in a skillet. Luke shook his head gently, letting him know that he didn't tell his secret. His cousin nodded, and then made himself a glass of orange juice. 

Amy finished the last pancake and placed it on top of the heap on the plate. Her brother was moments from finishing the bacon and sausage. Matthew found paper plates and silverware and placed them on the island with the food. 

Once everything was in place, Amy called out, "Breakfast is ready!"

She made plates for herself and Luke while several family members trampled over each other to get into the kitchen. Luke made them glasses of orange juice before joining her at the kitchen table. They were thanked over and over for making breakfast and always replied with a warm, "You're welcome."

People scattered throughout the house to eat, some in the dining room, others in the living room, and even some on the patio. Matthew sat down in the breakfast nook with Luke and Amy. Alicia's son, Blake joined them as well.

Friendly conversation continued throughout the meal. Amy could feel her cousin's eyes on her, but she kept it to herself and smiled inwardly at each of his glances. She giggled when his goatee got sticky with maple syrup. Then, she got up and grabbed a damp paper towel for him. For a moment, she considered wiping it off for him, but instead she just handed it to him with a smile.

When Amy finished eating, she dropped her plate in the trash and her fork in the sink. She washed her hands, and then went upstairs. On the way, Wendy practically ran over her. The staircase was easily wide enough for two people to pass by each other, but often as of late, Wendy was too wrapped up in her own world to notice others.

Amy heard Wendy downstairs giving commands about what she needed done before leaving. Amy rolled her eyes as she stepped into the bedroom. 

She quickly made the bed, and then checked her phone. Kristy still hadn't texted back. Amy chuckled to herself, knowing her best friend was always a late sleeper on the weekends. 

She laid the suit travel bag on the bed before unzipping it. After pulling out her dress, she placed it gently on the bed with the skirt draped over the edge. She waited a moment before closing the bag back up. Her fingers ran over her brother's gray Prince of Whales check suit. The worsted wool was soft under her fingers. She smiled to herself as she traced over the lavender lines that made faint boxes in the print. 

"You're going to look so handsome, Luke," Amy said softly. She zipped it up when she heard footsteps coming down the hallway, followed by several more.

There was a knock on the door. She rose up from the bed and opened the door. Her brother was standing in the doorway, smiling at her. Felicity was behind him, stepping into the bathroom.

"Do you have my suit?" he asked as he stepped into the room. He left the door open, given that they were in their grandmother's house.

"Yes," his sister replied as she picked it up from the bed. She placed the hangers on his fingers and kept her hand over his for a moment. It felt like electricity was passing between them. 

Luke leaned down a bit so he could whisper in her ear. "I miss touching you when I want to."

She closed her eyes and nodded. "Me too," she whispered back. "There are so many people here."

"I know. I would put you on that bed right now and ravish you if I could."

Amy's legs went weak and she whimpered in his ear. He wrapped his free arm around her and held her up, keeping her from falling. 

She looked up into his matching blue eyes and smiled. Her heart ached to kiss him, but she backed away, hearing someone coming towards the bedroom. Luke felt it too and he smiled back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Matthew walking by. She silently thanked herself for stepping back when she did.

"You're not going to get dressed up in the attic are you?" she asked as she went over to her suitcase, and then squatted down in front of it. 

"No, I don't think that would work out very well. I'll probably go next door after I get my cufflinks and shoes out of my luggage."

Amy placed her baby blue and white, spiked stilettos on the floor, and then she smiled up at him. Luke raised a brow and grinned as his sister held up two pairs of panties in the air for him to choose from. 

He pointed to her left hand, which was holding a light blue lace thong. She nodded, put the other away, and then fished out the matching bra and garter belt that went with it. While he watched her gather up the garments, his cock stirred. He liked knowing what she would be wearing underneath her dress all day. She placed a pair of nude silk stockings on the bed as well. Then, she quickly rose up and placed her dress over the items. They shared a wicked grin just before Matthew knocked on the open door.

The siblings turned their heads towards their cousin. 

"What's up?" Amy asked, and then glanced back at the bed to make sure her lingerie was hidden before looking back over at him.

Matthew stepped into the room. "Well two things," he said, running his hand through his short brown hair. "First, I don't know how to tie a bow tie. Do either of you know how?"

"Yes I do," she replied quickly. She knew it would be a grand opportunity to tease him and she really did know how.

"Really?" Matthew asked with a shocked expression. "I've been practicing for days and can't do it."

Luke smiled. "She does something once, remembers how to do it forever."

Amy fiddled with her hands and played coy, shying away into her shoulder. Her brother softly patted her shoulder. 

Their cousin chuckled, "Well, great. Then, Wendy won't yell at me."

The siblings smiled at him. 

"What's the other thing?" Luke asked.

"My mom and dad are going to be leaving pretty soon to go to the church with Wendy. I was wondering if I could ride there with you guys."

It took Amy a moment to answer. Her mind raced to the memory of squirting in her car yesterday and that it probably still smelled like her, not to mention the floor mat that she soaked. Luke saw her eyes as she shot him an urgent glance, knowing exactly what she was thinking. 

"Yeah, that should be fine," she said quickly, consciously trying to not let the worry come out in her voice. "What time do you need to be there?"

"I need to be there by noon to take pictures," Matthew retorted, rolling his eyes. 

"That's fine. The ceremony is at two, right?"

Matthew nodded. 

"One condition though," Luke said with a smirk.

"What's that?" his cousin asked.

"Can I borrow your room next door to get dressed?"

Matthew nodded again. "Of course you can. Thanks guys."

"You're welcome," they said in unison. 

"Just come knock when you're ready for my bow tying expertise," Amy added.

Matthew left the room, and then Amy immediately whispered, "The car might smell, you know. What are we going to go?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it in a few minutes."

His sister nodded and smiled. She trusted he would take care of it and cover their tracks. Luke kissed her forehead quickly, and then turned to leave the room.

He looked back at her one more time before leaving. Amy put her finger to her eyes, then her heart, and then pointed to him. Luke did the same and held up two fingers at the end, silently telling her, "I love you too," before stepping into the hallway. 

He left the door open and Felicity came in a moment later. She firmly closed the door behind her. 

"Are you excited about today?" the curly haired brunette asked.

"Yeah," Amy replied with a smile, and then turned her back to her as she pulled her shirt off. "It's been awhile since I went to a wedding."

"Me too. Well, my mom's don't count," Felicity said with a chuckle.

Amy couldn't help but laugh as she took off her sports bra. She slipped into a loose button down shirt so her hair wouldn't get messed up after she styled it. After buttoning a couple of the buttons in the middle, she turned back around. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh about that. That was a bit rude of me," Amy said.

Felicity shook her head a chortled, "It's not rude if it's true."

The young women smiled to each other before Amy grabbed a few hairpins out of bag. Felicity began getting dressed and Amy sat down in front of the floor length mirror to do her hair. 

She took her time, putting her hair into a low, loose bun at the base of her head. First, she did small braids down the side starting from a center part and down both sides. Amy held bobby pins between her lips as she worked on the bun to make it stylishly messy and working the braids in on each side. She set it with the pins, carefully placing each one until she finished and her chestnut mane was set in the low bun.

Felicity watched what she was doing, in awe of her skills. "Could you do my hair for today, too?" she asked shyly.

Amy turned around and smiled wide. "I sure can. Is it okay if I do it in a little while though?"

"Yeah sure." Felicity smiled back as she zipped up the back of her purple dress. "I'm sure my sister would want you to do hers too."

Amy winked. "I wouldn't mind doing hers either." She turned back to the mirror, and then began applying her makeup.

She outlined her eyes with dark liner, following the curve of her lids a little further out, making a slight cat eye effect. Carefully, she tinted her eyelids with a silvery blue before adding dark mascara on her lashes. Her final application was pale pink lipstick, followed by lip-gloss.

Amy hopped up from the floor and Felicity looked at her makeup that was expertly applied.

"Wow, you could be a hairstylist and a makeup artist," Felicity said as she stepped into a pair of pumps.




Luke and Amy Ch. 09



Amy giggled, "Nah, I'm just a perfectionist. That's all it is."

"Perfectionist or not, I wish I had your skills." Felicity looked down at her modest chest, and then at Amy, who was unbuttoning her shirt, facing to the side. "I also wish I had your breasts."

Amy blushed. "They aren't all they are cracked up to be." She turned towards the bed as she pulled the shirt off. She placed it on the bed, and then picked up the light blue, strapless, lace bra. 

"Maybe. But, I bet guys like them."

Amy reached behind her and clasped the bra. "Well, yeah, they do." She closed her eyes for a moment and remembered her first night with her brother and him telling her that she had the most perfect set of tits he had ever seen. "But, guys just like tits in general."

Felicity dropped her head back and laughed. "You got that right."

Amy turned her head and they smiled at each other. 

Felicity rose up from the bed, and then made her way to the door. "I'll be in the dining room, waiting for my hairstylist and makeup artist," she said playfully. 

"Okie dokie," Amy replied before she had slipped out the door.

Felicity closed the door firmly behind her, and then Amy wiggled out of her pajama bottoms and panties. 

She picked up the baby blue garter belt, and then put it on. She made sure the fabric was smoothed out against her skin before sitting down to put her stockings on. Once they were pulled up to her thighs, Amy hooked on the blue garters. Each garter had a little blue bow on them. Then, she picked up the thong that matched her bra and its gentle floral print. Both items were very sheer lace and see through. She pulled her panties up her legs, and then set the band over her hips. 

Amy stood up and looked over herself in the mirror from the front, side, and back. She ran her hands over her stomach and grinned, knowing her brother will be going crazy all day, knowing what was under her dress. For a moment, she thought about dancing with him and whispering in his ear, reminding him of her lingerie. 

Her daydreams were interrupted by a knock on the door. She hurried over and opened it up, keeping most of her body behind the door and peeking her head out of the crack. Matthew's face greeted her.

"Oh hey," Amy said, seeing him dressed in his tuxedo, holding the red bowtie in his hand.

Her cousin's eyes trailed down the bit of her body he could see. Which was just a small bit down her side, but he was able to get a glimpse of her bra, panties, stockings, and garters. Amy grinned as he looked at her and it took him a moment to speak.

"I think," he stuttered, "umm. I think..." his voice trailed off.

She tapped her fingers on the door and giggled, "You think I need a couple more minutes to get ready?"

Matthew nodded. His cheeks had turned pink.

"Yeah, I do." His cousin smiled. "Just a couple. Wait out there and I'll open the door when I'm done."

He stepped back from the door, and then she closed it. 

Amy went back to the bed, smiling to herself, knowing how attracted to her he was. "Today is going to be a fun day," she whispered as she stepped into her satin, baby blue, strapless, tea length dress. 

She went back over to the mirror, and then reached behind her and zipped up the dress. The bodice of the dress hugged her ample bosom and left a tasteful amount of cleavage above the white satin line at the top of her dress. She tied the sash into a large white bow on the left side of her waist. The ribbon hung down, past her hip. Amy smoothed out her skirt, causing the white satin under- layer to dance just below her knees. 

After returning to her suitcase, she retrieved the jewelry that her mother let her borrow. She put in blue diamond stud earrings, and then put a white gold chain around her neck. A single blue diamond suspended right below the hollow of her throat. These pieces of jewelry were extremely expensive, but the silver ring on her finger, from her brother, was priceless. 

Amy stepped into her spiked stilettos. The toes were blue, which matched her dress, with a wavy pattern that met with white, until the heel, which was also blue. 

She walked over to the mirror for one last look over herself. Her hands ran over her curves and she played with the bow on her side for a moment. She knew her brother would like touching it. Then, she went back to the door and opened it wide.

Matthew's jaw hit the floor. She smiled sweetly and motioned for him to come inside. 

Amy giggled softly as it seemed that his feet needed a second to catch up with the rest of his body. He tripped a bit, and then continued into the bedroom.

"Are you okay?" his cousin asked sweetly with a smile.

"Yeah. It's just that you're," he softened his voice, "really pretty, Amy."

She smiled and blushed, shying away into her shoulder. "You really think so?"

Matthew nodded eagerly. "I've always thought you were pretty." He took a couple steps up to her, and then handed her a red bowtie.

Amy took it from him before popping the starched white collar up around his neck. "You've always thought I was pretty?"

Matthew was intoxicated with her womanly scent. Her shampoo and soap flooded his nostrils. Her hands on him made him melt. Her gentle touch as she slid the tie around his neck felt like little shocks each time her fingers grazed over his skin.

She nibbled her lip and leaned back so she could see his face. "You didn't answer my question, Matthew," she stated with a teasing tone.

He slid his hands into his pockets so he wouldn't be tempted to touch her. "I didn't? What was the question?"

Amy smiled and shook her head gently. Her fingers flicked the ends of his bowtie as she spoke, "I asked if you always thought I was pretty."

His lips had gone dry and he licked them before replying, "Yes. Always, even when you were in junior high and had those rubber bands on your braces."

His cousin smiled radiantly and looked up into his dark eyes through her spectacles. "I think you're just buttering me up now."

There were a couple stray strands of hair coming down from her forehead and he wanted to push them away, but instead he kept his hands in his pockets and smiled.

"Well, maybe a little," he chuckled softly.

Amy began tying his bowtie, taking gentle care to do so perfectly. Her eyes were focused on what she was doing with her hands and the silk. "Even I know my braces were bad."

"Well yes, but there's more than one thing that makes a person beautiful." He closed his eyes and kept his head arched back so she could work. "You're a beautiful person inside and out, Amy. I've always known that."

"Matthew you're too nice," she cooed.

"Maybe so, but it's the truth. And today, you're stunning."

She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thanks Matthew," she whispered. Her hands ran down his chest, over his white shirt.

Her cousin smiled, feeling her lips brushing his skin. His heart sped up.

She pulled back and messed with the bowtie a bit more, it still wasn't perfect. She pulled it undone. "Let me do this from behind, I've always been better doing it that way."

Matthew didn't say anything, but Amy noticed the wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Are you thinking something dirty?" she asked playfully.

"Maybe," he replied with a wink. "I can't help it around you. Especially after last night."

She shook her head and grinned. "You better be a good boy."

Matthew let out a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes teasingly. "If I must. But, you don't have to be a good girl."

"Is that so?" She tugged the loose tie around his neck.

He nodded and grinned.

Her cousin stepped over to the mirror and she went around behind him. He bent his knees a bit so she could easily reach around his shoulders and see what she was doing.

Amy started retying the bowtie, again taking her time and watching her hands in the mirror. Her breasts rubbed against his back purposefully. She breathed into his ear, "You like it when I'm bad, don't you?"

"Very much so. You caught me a bit off guard yesterday."

"I did?" Her tone was innocent.

"Are you kidding me?" He chuckled.

She pulled the tie through the knot. "As long as you liked it, cause I did."

"I loved it," he said honestly.

"I'm glad." She made sure the tie was even, and then kissed his cheek. "Looks like you're all set."

Matthew looked over her work in the mirror, and then set his collar back down. "How did you learn how to tie a bowtie, anyway?"

Amy saw him having trouble with his cufflinks. She took over for him as she answered, "My ex-boyfriend was in band and they wore tuxes for concerts. And well, our school didn't like the idea of fake bow ties cause real ones look better." She took his other hand, and then attached that cufflink. "So, once I learned on him, all the other guys caught on and before I knew it, I was tying all the guys' bowties before their concerts." She patted his hand once she had finished.

He smiled. "You're too nice. But, I'm glad you learned cause you saved me the wrath of Wendy today."

Amy rubbed away the bit off lipstick she had left on his cheek. "I'll save you anytime. But now, I have to go do Felicity's hair."

"Have fun with that."

They left the room together. Matthew went next door for his jacket and cummerbund. Amy headed down to the dining room and found Felicity and Taylor waiting for their hair stylist. 

She went to work immediately, styling Felicity's hair first. She took advantage of her curls and gave her a half up-do with her curls set over one shoulder. For Taylor, she did an elegant French twist with strands of blonde framing her face.

Before she was finished, a line had formed of family members wanting Amy to do their hair. She gladly took their requests and smiled as she did so. 

While she was doing Debbie's hair, Luke came down the stairs. 

Amy's heart stopped for a moment, seeing her dashing brother in his suit. Her aunt's hair was wrapped up in her fingers when her mouth went dry. She knew he would look handsome, as he always had good taste, but once again, he had far exceeded her expectations.

Luke smiled at her. The look on her face told him he had done well.

She looked over him, quickly drinking him in. He had parted his brown at the side, which along with the growing beard on his face made her knees weak. The charcoal gray check of the suit went perfectly with the lavender shirt he wore beneath the check vest. His narrow tie was lavender gray, just a couple shades darker than his shirt. 

For a moment, she pictured him pulling out a pocket watch while standing on a street corner, as if he was waiting to meet her for a date. Then, she imagined him pulling out his white linen pocket square to wipe her happy tears when he gave her a gift or took her somewhere extravagant. 

Her brother's words broke her out of her trance just in time, "I'm going to go clean out the trunk of the car so we have room to take food to the banquet hall."

Amy blinked her eyes and nodded before resuming her hairstylist duties.

Luke grinned at her, and then went outside. He walked down the driveway, crunching the gravel under his gray wingtips. 

After opening the trunk, he moved over the heavy blanket, remembering she had kept the standard carpeted floor mats in the trunk. He pulled them out, along with an aerosol spray can. A smiled curled on his lips, remembering when he gave it to Amy before leaving, because she said she always liked the smell of his car. 

Luke opened the passenger door and was immediately greeted with the lingering scent of his sister's sex. 

"Okay, this may be tougher than I thought," he said to himself as he tossed the thick winterized floor mat onto the ground. 

After trading out all of the floor mats, he wrapped the others in the black blanket. He sprayed the car with the scent that could only be described as "barber shop." It smelled like a thick shaving cream. He liberally sprayed it all over, and especially over the passenger seat.

"We should have left the windows down last night," he muttered. 

Luke also picked up a couple pieces of trash that had made their way to the backseat during their drive yesterday, pop bottles, an M&Ms wrapper, the wipes that were used to clean the dashboard, and a couple of napkins. He stuffed everything into a grocery bag from the truck stop they stopped at.

He turned on the car for a moment and unrolled the windows half way, hoping that would help air out the extensive amount of air freshener mixed with her left over aroma.

After closing up the doors, he gathered up the blanket, keeping it folded in his hands to hide the floor mats, and the trash bag on his fingers. He headed back inside.

For a moment, he considered hiding the blanket behind the barn, but he didn't want to forget it. Also, someone or some animals might find it. That wouldn't be best the idea. 

Amy saw him coming from the window in the dining room. She was doing her grandmother's hair. The siblings smiled to each other and she felt more at ease about Matthew riding with them, seeing that Luke had taken care of it as promised.

Luke went straight upstairs and to the attic. On the way, he dodged Wendy running through the hall to find her flower girl, Alicia's daughter Bonnie. 

Once in the attic, he placed the blanket in the corner by his suitcase. He smiled, looking at the makeshift mattress, made out of numerous blankets. His being filled with warmth that started at his chest and spread through his body. He remembered how he and his sister had intensely made love the night before. He shivered at the memories of her holding him tight and her telling him to not let go of her.

He flipped open his suitcase to see the purple and black corset she had worn for him. He grinned and closed his eyes, picturing her perfect breasts propped up by the garment and how it hugged her curves with superiority. He dropped it closed, making a mental note for her to buy at least one corset before they left for their trip. 

Luke grabbed a set of family heirloom cufflinks out of his bag. They were worn silver and had a large "D" engraved in script on both of them. He put them on as he walked back across the room to the door. 

When he returned downstairs, Wendy, her parents, and Bonnie had left for the church. The tension level in the house seemed to have decreased one-hundred percent without the bride's presence. 

His sister smiled when she saw him enter into the dining room. She resumed doing Taylor's makeup and kept her lips curled happily, though not looking at him was a challenge. Luke sat down at the table and silently admired his sister, doing yet another thing with perfection.

Several minutes passed by before Matthew came into the dining room. Amy didn't look up, but she could feel another set of eyes admiring her. She smiled inwardly, two men looking at her, one of which her lover, made her warm between her thighs. She loved that her brother continued to enjoy looking at her, clothed or not. It made her feel important and special to him, which she was.

She fought to concentrate as she expertly applied makeup to her another female face. Each one she had done differently, experimenting with colors that made their eyes pop. There was an array of makeup items spread over the table. For a moment, she really did feel like a makeup artist. 

Kathryn returned to the dining room to ask Luke and Matthew for help getting the trays of food into various vehicles. The guys rose up from their seats and immediately helped her.

Luke and his cousin each carried large, covered trays of lasagna to Amy's green Honda. Several silent trips back and forth filled up the trunk of the car. Then, they stacked trays of cookies on top.

On the final leg, Matthew spoke up. "Can I ask you something, out of sheer curiosity?"

Luke nodded. "Yeah, sure."

"Is Amy seeing someone?"

Luke pressed his lips together and shook his head. His inner voice said, "Yes, me, and she's mine. Though, if you want to fuck her, you sure can as long as I'm there." Instead, he just kept silent. 

"Sorry, I know that's a weird question. I know I'm her cousin, so I shouldn't ask that. Not like anything could ever happen." Matthew placed the cookies down in the trunk. "Don't tell her I asked that, okay?"

Luke followed suit with the cookies, and then patted his back. "I won't tell her. But, seriously, don't worry about asking. I know Amy's beautiful, and well," he shrugged, "quite hot. So, I understand your curiosity."

"Thanks, Luke," Matthew said with a sigh. "Why is it that the good ones are always unattainable?"

Luke forced himself not to grin while his mind ran wild with how much he had "attained" his sister. He swallowed, and then calmly stated, "It's just how it is." He closed up the trunk.

The pair headed back inside, and then continued bringing food outside to a few other vehicles. 

By the time they finished, Amy was done doing everyone's hair and makeup. 

She washed her hands and her brother met her in the kitchen to get a glass of water. He nudged her away from the sink by pushing her with his hip. Her hands were lathered up with soap and she shook her head.

"I'd splash you with my soapy hands, but..." her voice trailed off.

"But what?" He grinned as he stepped to the side, giving her access to the sink again.

Amy rinsed her hands while she whispered, "That suit is too amazing to get soap on, and it's even better with you in it."

Their moment was interrupted when their parents came into the kitchen. Luke grabbed a paper towel for her to dry her hands.

"We need to be at the hotel by twelve-thirty to drop off everything for the reception. I've been put in charge of making sure everything is ready there," Kathryn said.

The siblings nodded.

"Wait a second, isn't that the wedding planner's job?" Amy asked.

Her mother shrugged. "I guess after the last minute catering cancellation yesterday, no one trusts the wedding planner anymore."

Her children shook their heads. "I hope they aren't paying her too much," Luke added.

"I hope not either." Kathryn chuckled, "But, I guess that's not my problem."

"No, it's not." Amy tossed the paper towel in the trashcan as she continued, "We need to leave in a few minutes to drop off Matthew. The hotel isn't too far from the church, is it?"

Phil shook his head. "No, about ten minutes, I think." 

His wife nodded in agreement, and then gave her children directions to the hotel before leaving the kitchen.

Luke ran his hands down the soft satin on the back of his sister's dress. "You look absolutely beautiful today," he said into her ear. 

She lessened the space between them and leaned into him. Goose bumps rose up on her arms as he lightly touched her. "Thank you," she whispered. 

They kept their eyes on both entrances to the kitchen as they rested back against the counter. Their voices remained quiet.

"Everything about how you look today is perfect." Her brother quickly kissed her temple. He took a deep breath of her hair before pulling away. "You're a goddess, Amy. The way you did your hair makes you look even more like a princess than you usually do."

Her fingers snuck into the pocket of his slacks and she rubbed the wool between her fingers. "You look like a prince in this suit."

"The pattern isn't called Prince of Whales check for nothing." Luke trailed his fingers over her bare shoulder blades.

Amy smiled as she spoke, "You're more handsome than any other prince in the world. You're my prince and I'm your princess."

"Yes I am and you're mine, for always."

She had the urge to turn her head and kiss him, but she held back. 

They spread apart upon hearing footsteps nearing the kitchen. Amy pulled her hand from his pocket and he grabbed his glass of water from the counter.

Matthew strode into the kitchen. He couldn't help his eyes roaming over Amy for a moment, down over her chest, her waist and the pretty white bow on her dress, and then down her stocking covered legs to the spikey heels she wore. 




Luke and Amy Ch. 09



Their cousin shook his head, and then asked, "Are you guys about ready to go?"

"Yup," she replied quickly. "I just need to run upstairs and grab my purse."

"Go for it, Squirt," Luke said, even though she was already at the archway.

Amy turned and playfully shook her head before hurrying up stairs. Quickly, she grabbed her purse and her phone. On the way back down, she replied to a text from Kristy, who had told her that everything was fine at the house and she and Penny were going for a walk. 

Luke and Matthew met her at the door.

"Do you need a jacket?" Luke asked.

"Umm," she muttered, looking down at herself. She knew she would probably be chilly in the evening. "Damn it, I'll be right back."

The men chuckled as they watched her race back up the stairs. Both of them eyed her swaying hips and the dance of blue and white, fluttering together just below her knees. Luke made a conscious effort not to lick his lips, though his cousin did.

Amy returned a few moments later with her gray trench coat draped over her arm and smiled to the men at the foot of the stairs. She purposely added an extra bounce to her steps as she went down the stairs, giving them a view of her jiggling cleavage. Her eyes stayed down, watching the steps. She didn't want her cousin to see her eyes locked on Luke's.

Her brother took the jacket from her, and then they both offered her their arms. She held both of their arms. Then, they escorted her outside. 

Amy liked being between two men that cared about her. Her brother loved her much more deeply and passionately than her cousin, but she knew Matthew had a form of love for her as well. 

Luke opened the passenger side door for her. He gave her a moment to gather her skirt before closing the door. She took a deep breath, all she smelled was air freshener. As she smoothed out her skirt, she noticed the different floor mats and smiled softly.

Matthew slid into the backseat on the driver's side so he could glance at Amy. He placed his red fedora that he would wear at the reception next to him.

Luke got in the driver's seat, and then everyone buckled up.

Luke drove down the gravel road, towards the highway to get to Des Moines. Amy quickly reminded him of the directions to get to the church from their grandmother's house.

She rested her arm on the console, right next to her brother's. He wanted to hold her hand as bad as she wanted to hold his, but they both tried to ignore it. Instead, their hands and arms just barely touched. It was enough, for now. 

In the silence, Amy looked down at her right hand and smiled, watching the piano keys on her ring spin as she turned the ring with her thumb. Luke glanced over and saw what she was doing. He smiled as his eyes returned to the road.

After entering onto the highway, Matthew said, "You know, honestly, I didn't think Wendy and Greg would get all the way to today."

Amy turned her head so she could see him and raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

Her cousin shrugged. "Well, you remember all the things we had talked about before, don't you?"

She nodded. Luke listened.

Matthew looked at Amy as he continued, "I just don't get it. She says she loves him and he loves her, but I don't see it. It doesn't make much sense to me."

Amy pursed her lips to one side as she moved sideways in her seat to see him better and to save the strain on her neck. Her hand drifted onto her brother's forearm. "I know what you mean. When they were visiting, he was a total asshole to all of us. Some people are just that way, I guess, but she could do a million times better than him."

"I should be happy for her." Matthew sighed and looked down at his hands that were folded in his lap before returning his eyes to hers. "But, I just can't be. I know he'll end up hurting her and she will come crying to me when she does."

The siblings grimaced at their cousin's statement.

She thought for a moment before speaking, trying to think of the gentlest way to put what she was thinking. "Do you think that maybe she just wants to get married?"

Matthew's dark brow arched. 

His cousin nibbled her lip for a moment. "One of my friends, Madison, she has an older sister. She met a guy in college who wasn't all that great, and well, pretty much treated her like dirt. Madison always told me she knew that her sister was just getting married because she would be able to have her dream wedding."

Matthew nodded.

Amy noticed where her hand was and pulled it away from Luke's arm, slowly letting it move down so her fingers were curved over the console. "Her sister and the guy were divorced less than a year later. Yeah, she got the wedding she wanted, but it just didn't seem worth it. Maybe, Wendy is the same way."

"I think you could be right," her cousin said. "I mean, I don't want her to get divorced that soon, but it could happen."

Luke thought he should offer making bets on how long their marriage will last, but he knew that was in bad taste.

"Just be happy for her today, it's all you can do for now." She rested her head against the head rest, and then glanced over at her brother for a moment before looking back at her cousin. "On the other end of the spectrum," she realized the words coming out of her mouth, but let them keep going, "you have women who are happy to not get married and stay as a couple until they get old and gray."

Luke realized the meaning behind her words and smiled softly. His eyes remained forward as he changed lanes. 

"You're right, Amy. Some people are just happy the way they are and don't seem to want to fuck it up by getting married," Matthew said. 

She nodded with a smile, and then reached back and patted his knee. "Don't worry about Wendy. She's always been the type to do what she wants to. Whatever happens will happen."

Her cousin placed his hand on top of hers. "Thanks."

They smiled at each other before she withdrew her hand and turned back around in the seat.

A few moments later, Luke exited the highway. 

Matthew admired his cousin from the view he had in the backseat. Her beautiful profile had him in a fog until he said, "Hey, Amy?" 

She lifted her hand from next to her brother's and ran it over her neck as she turned to look at him again. "Yes sir?" she replied playfully.

"Will you share a dance with me at the reception?"

His cousin smiled sweetly. "Of course I will." She turned her eyes to Luke. "How about you, do you want to dance with me too?" She knew his answer, but wanted to hear his response.

"Sure," he retorted with a grin. "As long as you don't step on my feet like you did when we were little."

Matthew laughed, "Same goes for me too."

Amy let out a sarcastic heavy sigh, making her lips vibrate against each other. "I think I'm just a bit better at dancing these days."

"We'll have to test that theory, Squirt," Luke chuckled.

She playfully rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. "Test away, I could score higher than either of you, I'm sure of it."

Everyone in the car erupted with chuckles and laughs.

A couple miles later, with the aid of his sister's memory, Luke pulled into the parking lot of the church. Their cousin thanked them for the ride, and then got out. They waited until he was inside before pulling out of the parking space.

Amy immediately took his hand the moment she could. "That's so much better," she said with a smile.

Luke intertwined his fingers with hers. "I couldn't agree more." 

After getting back on the road, he kissed the back of her hand several times before resting their hands back on the console.

His sister smiled as she circled his cufflink with the index finger of her right hand. She traced over the "D" as she spoke, "Dad gave you these when you graduated, didn't he?"

"Yes, just like when he got them from Grandpa," he replied. "And, Grandpa got them from his father the same way."

"It's pretty neat that we both have things from our great-grandparents on Dad's side." She rested her head sideways on the headrest so she could look at him.

"You still have the ring, I assume."

Their great-grandmother's wedding ring was passed down to her when she was just three-years-old. Her mother held onto it until she was fifteen, so Amy wouldn't lose it, but before then, she always knew it was hers.

"Oh yes, I protect it with my life and always will." His sister reached up and ran her fingers over his ear, tracing his cartilage. "Though, I have to admit, I never really understood why I got it."

"If I remember correctly, forgive me if I'm wrong cause I was seven when it happened, but it was because you were the youngest Davenport female when she passed away."

"No one ever told me that," Amy commented with a smile. 

"I remember a few things every now and then." He rolled to a stop at a light, and then turned to her. "Now kiss me before I die of desperation for your lips."

She ran the back of her fingers over his cheek, under his jaw, and then up the other side as she neared his lips. "I can do that," she muttered, brushing her lips against his.

Their mouths met and their eyes closed. Warmth spread throughout their bodies as their lips locked as lovers for the first time today. She whimpered into his mouth as she tasted his tongue and he squeezed her hand. Their tongues played together, twisting and twirling together. 

Her toes curled in her shoes and her nipples hardened beneath her clothes. Their mouths were one and they breathed air from each other's lungs. They showed their passion by the melody that sang in their kiss. 

Luke opened one eye, saw the light was green, and then broke off the kiss. His sister giggled as she settled her head back against the headrest. 

Amy lifted their locked hands from the arm rest before she opened the console. She retrieved a napkin and used her elbow to close it back up. She reached over and wiped her lipstick off of his lips. He grinned, and then playfully puckered his lips. His sister giggled at his pose as she cleaned his mouth.

A couple minutes later, they arrived at the hotel.

Luke turned off the car and looked over at her as she was unbuckling her seatbelt. The sun coming in through the windows gave her hair a golden sheen and her makeup shimmer.

"Yes?" she asked softly.

Her brother smiled as he replied, "I'm just admiring your beauty."

Amy nibbled her lip as she turned her face to his. Her heart fluttered and she trailed her fingers along his upturned palm. "Admire away, my love."

Several quiet moments passed and Amy's cheeks became hotter. His eyes never left her face as he looked over each of her features from her sparkling eyes, ivory cheeks, button nose, to her shiny plump lips.

He wanted to reach up and stroke her face, but he kept his hand down in case of anyone seeing them. "I love you, Amy Marie Davenport."

"I love you, Luke Calvin Davenport." She leaned over and dropped a soft peck on his scruffy cheek. "Let's go get this over with. Then, we can enjoy some down time before the wedding."

"Down time, huh?" Luke asked with a salacious grin and a nudge of his head towards his lap.

His sister playfully punched his arm. "Get your head out of the gutter!"

"It's not in the gutter. When it comes to you, it's in a beautiful ocean of dirty-ness."

She giggled, "I'd say that was the corniest thing I've ever heard..."

"But?"

"But, I love our ocean of dirty-ness."

"I'm glad. Now, let's get this taken care of."

The siblings got out of the car, went to the trunk, and then began the first of several trips back and forth carrying trays of food.

The front desk agent gave them directions to the ballroom. They followed her words and arrived in an extraordinarily decorated room that was still being set up.

Their mother was speaking with a member of the kitchen staff. She waved at her children, and then pointed to a long empty table. Luke and Amy nodded before walking over to the table. They dropped off the trays, and then retreated outside.

After several trips to their car, and then helping other family members, the siblings finished their wedding duties. They had a quick chat with their parents before leaving the hotel.

Luke opened the door for his sister and she slid into the car. She held up her skirt so he could close the door. Then, Luke went around and plopped down in the driver's seat. They both buckled up.

"Where to now?" he asked as he ignited the engine.

Amy fished her phone out of her purse, and then checked the time. "How about we drive around for a bit and see if there's a place we can park for a bit. Not too far away, but not too close either."

She put her phone back in her purse, and then took his hand as he left the parking lot.

Luke smirked. "What are we going to do while we park?"

"Oh I don't know," his sister replied with a devilish tone. "We could make out or knit. Maybe we could count cars passing by."

He chuckled, "Only one of those options sounds like fun."

Amy gasped, "What? You don't want to knit?"

"Hmm," he muttered. "Well, maybe we could knit you a sexy little dress."

"Damn, I didn't bring my knitting needles. I don't know what I was thinking."

Luke pressed the brake at a light, and then it turned green before the car was stopped. "Shame shame. I guess making out is what it'll have to be then."

The siblings smiled at each other.

A few miles down the road, they spotted a large shopping center. Luke pulled in and found a spot in the middle of the busy parking lot.

"Do you think we're safe here?" her brother asked.

"Unless anyone is going in that store to get a last minute wedding gift, I think we should be fine."

He turned off the car before they both unbuckled their seat belts. The siblings turned towards each other.

Amy continued to hold his hand and with the other, she ran her fingers over his lavender shirt, poking her fingers beneath his vest. She nibbled her lip as her hand pushed further inside and over his suspender. 

"I like suspenders," she said softly as she nuzzled his nose with hers.

Luke grinned, tracing her jaw with his fingertip. "Oh, do you?"

"Yes," her lips brushed his as she spoke. "They are sexy in a nerdy way."

"Well, you're sexy in a nerdy way," he commented, and then softly kissed her lips. "And, a whole lot of other ways."

Her fingers curled over the elastic of his suspender, tugging it softly. "As are you, big brother."

Her lips pressed hard against his and her tongue glided into his mouth. He willingly accepted her tongue and massaged it with his. The strawberry flavor of her lip-gloss sank into his taste buds as she sucked his tongue into his mouth. She felt his heart speed up under her hand as their kiss became hungrier, expressing their desire for the other. 

Luke's fingers drifted down to her neck, pulling her more into him. Her whimpers were swallowed by his mouth and he moaned back into hers. 

Amy tugged on his tie, pulling it out of this vest. Her fingers clasped tight around the silk and she rubbed the material under her thumb.

He broke off the kiss and muttered, "You're going to wrinkle my tie."

She giggled and kissed through the soft scruff on his cheek. Her grip on his tie loosened. His hand left hers and he rubbed her thigh over her satin skirt. He clinched the fabric while she left a trail of nibbles across his neck. 

"Hey, now you're wrinkling my dress," his sister mumbled into his neck. 

He dragged his hand up over her torso to her chest. He groped her breast over her clothing. "Well, I think that's going to happen unless you take it off."

Amy moaned softly into his ear, and then licked along his earlobe. "Something tells me that's not possible."

"Then maybe, I should go underneath it," he said with a wicked tone.

"Oh yes please," she whimpered. 

Luke looked for anyone walking by before slipping his fingers under the neckline of her dress. Her hand drifted from the console to his crotch at the same time. He gently pushed her head to the side with his cheek, and then devoured her neck with kisses.

Her brother found her erect nipple through the soft lace of her bra. He pinched it gently, causing her to shiver. Her fingers curled over his growing shaft and she rubbed his cock through his trousers with more fervor. 

"I love when you touch me," she whispered a moan. "I love when you kiss me, oh goodness, I love anything you do to me."

"Tell me what else you love that I do," he groaned as she squeezed his organ harder. He bit her neck, but not hard enough to leave a mark. He glanced around again before pushing his hand inside of her bra and kneading her firm breast. 

His sister's breathing became faster, as did the words coming out of her mouth, "I love when you let me suck your cock and watch me when I do." She kept her eyes open just enough to watch the other direction for people passing by. "I love when you spank me like you did the other night and make me feel like a filthy slut. And, I love how you love me and can be so tender."

"I love showing you my love for you in many ways. You know I still love you even though I'm ramming you and you're saying the filthiest things." He pulled his hand away from her breast, upon seeing someone with a shopping cart stop at the car next to them. 

She moved her face away so she could look into his eyes. She smiled softly as her hand moved down towards his knee. "I do know that you love me, no matter how dirty we are being. That's what makes it so special when we are together." 

Her brother stroked her pink cheek with the back of his hand. "It does. Last night was incredible."

Her eyes sparkled as radiantly as her smile. "It really was," she said fondly.

Luke looked back to see a woman loading groceries into her trunk. He returned his eyes to hers and traced her lips with his thumb. "Tell me other things you love."

Amy kissed his thumb between sentences, "I love when you kiss me all over and when you make love to my pussy with your mouth. I love when your fingers are inside me. I love when you get more dominant with me. But, I like that you don't do it all the time so when you do it's special."

He kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoy it."

"I do. Want to know what I love most?"

"Tell me, please."

His sister's hand drifted back up to this hidden package. She ran her fingers over his concealed dick and smiled as she spoke, "I absolutely love when you fill me completely, all the way inside me, so deep."

"I love that too, completely connecting us together." He smiled, and then kissed her lips softly. 

She nibbled his lower lip before pulling back. Her fingers continued to glide along his crotch, over his cock and down to his balls. "What's your favorite part about fucking me?"

"Do I get to pick just one?"

Amy nodded and grinned. "Yes, just one."

He thought for a moment before responding to her question. She waited patiently for his answer and teased his genitals. 

"Can, I have two? Please?" Luke asked playfully.

"Fine, two, but no more."

He nudged her glasses up on her nose, and then trailed his finger behind her ear. "I love when I first enter you. Right when the head of my cock slides in and your body opens up for me, taking me inside your warmth. Your lips wrap around my cock so perfectly, and it is truly an amazing feeling."

She moaned at his words and squirmed in her seat. Her pussy was already hot and became slicker from his statement. "And, number two?"

"When you orgasm. It's fucking incredible to feel your cunt pulsating and squeezing me just before you squirt. Then, you just let go and you soak me."

"Oh, I love soaking you." She paused for a moment, and then added, "I thought you were going to say cumming inside me."

Her brother chuckled, "Well, you only gave me two. That's number three."

"My orgasm ranks higher than your own?"




Luke and Amy Ch. 10



Amy watched the Illinois scenery zoom by. The sky was gray and littered with clouds, shielding the sun. Large plowed farms were the only accompaniment to the scenery. 

She felt her brother squeeze her hand and she turned to him and smiled. They were almost to civilization, but Chicago Proper was still a couple of hours away. They had left their grandmother's house in the early morning and were both thoroughly looking forward to having the house to themselves until Monday evening. 

"Hey, handsome," she said with a smile, breaking a long peaceful silence between them. Her eyes trailed over his masculine features. 

Luke glanced over and grinned. "Hello, beautiful."

Amy leaned over and kissed his cheek, just above his beard line. She settled back into her seat and curled one of her legs under her. Her head rested against the headrest, turned to the left so that she could look at him. 

"Are you still doing okay? If you want a nap, I can drive for a bit." She reached over and trailed her hand over his arm that was covered with a soft, dark blue hooded sweat shirt. 

"I'm good, thanks for the offer though. I may want a nap when we get home." He paused for a moment and smirked. "That is, after I fuck you."

His sister squirmed and giggled, "Nap all you want after you use me, my sexy man."

"I'm sure that my nerdy goddess has a lot of homework to catch up on today. So, that would be a good time for a nap."

"I don't have too much, but yes. It'll be a perfect time."

Amy rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. She wasn't sleepy. She just wanted to be close to him. She breathed in his scent and cuddled in, wrapping her free arm around his. 

"Hey, Luke, can I ask you something?" Her eyes remained closed.

"Always." He kissed through her brown hair.

"You said you were leaving March thirtieth, right?"

"That was the original plan, yes," Luke replied.

"Original plan?"

"Well, I've been thinking, since school doesn't start till the third, I could stay an extra day or two."

Amy perked up, lifting her head off of his shoulder, smiling wide. Her tone was excited as she rhetorically asked, "Really?"

"Really," her brother confirmed with a bright smile that matched hers. "I really don't need an entire weekend to get prepared for the semester. So, I was going to see if I can change my return flight to that Friday or Saturday."

She started bouncing in place, unable to control her jubilation. "Oh goodness, I hope so!"

"I really hope so too. I'll see what I can do. I promise."

"Another twenty-four or forty-eight hours with you would be wonderful. Also, I won't have to skip school to go to the airport with you."

"You want to come see me off?" he asked.

"Of course I do. Every moment with you is precious." She kissed through his facial hair, and then rested her head back on his shoulder and snuggled in tighter, pressing her breasts against his arm. "I'll be a mess, I'm sure. But, I want to go."

He smiled, and then kissed her head again. "I could be a mess too. Leaving you is going to be hell."

"It is." Amy sighed. "But, you have to go back. As you've said, you don't have much longer."

"I'd rather stay here with you."

His sister nuzzled her forehead into his neck. "I would like that too. But, I'm not letting you stay. You need to finish school. That doesn't mean I won't miss you. But, it's important that you go back."

"I know." He rested his cheek against her head. His voice was soft as he spoke, "I'll miss you more than you know."

She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath, in attempt to keep tears from forming in her eyes. Her words came out a bit shaky, "So will I." 

"Do you still want to come visit me in the summer?" He lifted his head to give himself a better view of the highway. 

"Oh yes, I absolutely will." She had calmed the tears away and smiled. "It won't be too long till then."

"No it won't. And, I'll help you pay for the trip as much as I can."

"Thank you. I know I'll get a lot of money for graduation gifts, but I'm not sure how much it'll be."

He changed into the left lane to pass a slowly driven vehicle. "Well, you won't have to pay for a hotel."

She grinned and angled her head up so she could look up at his face. "Is that so?"

"Yup. My roommate is pretty cool, I've been teaching him English so it won't be all that weird. It won't be like you can never talk to him and it's always awkward."

"Well, umm, he knows you have a sister, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, but he's never seen a picture of you. I don't even think he knows your name."

Amy raised a chestnut brow and pulled away from his shoulder, but still keeping his her arm around his. "You've never told him my name?"

He chuckled. "Well, I haven't lived with him long. We moved in together in January. I always refer to you as 'meine Schewester,' and he refers to you as, 'deine Schewester,' meaning your sister."

She giggled, putting her head back down. "Well, it's probably a good thing he doesn't know my name. You should keep it that way."

"I definitely will."

The car was quiet for several minutes, except for the hum of the engine and the occasional clicking of the turn signal when Luke passed by other motorists.

During the silence, a melody began filling her mind. She closed her eyes and focused on it, it was soft and lyrical at first, and quickly started becoming more intense and passionate. 

Luke was caught by surprise when she suddenly jerked up. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes," she replied in a hurried tone, "I just need to write something down." She reached to the floorboard, and then dug a pen out of her purse.

He kept a confused look on his face, but stayed quiet. Amy sat up on her knees and he glanced over to see her ass in her dark wash blue jeans. She turned in the seat, and then reached back into the pocket on the back of the passenger seat. Luke's eyes trailed over again as she turned around and her breasts bounced underneath her zipped up Cubs hoodie as she plopped back down in the seat.

She opened up her manuscript notebook, and then scrambled to find a blank page. Quickly, she drew treble clefs and bass clefs on all of the blank staffs on the page. Luke's puzzled expression faded when he realized what she was doing.

Amy closed her eyes again and hummed the opening melody she heard. She filled in the key signature and time signature, and then hummed the tune slowly as she began to notate it. Her fingers tapped on her knee occasionally, as if she was playing piano keys, and then she would fill in more notes.

She put her feet up on the dashboard and put the manuscript pad on her thighs. Her pen was going wild on the paper, writing out the piano piece that she was hearing in her head.

Luke took glances over at what she was writing, but he let her work with a smile on his face. He loved when she was focused on something.

When she turned to a blank page, he asked, "What is it you're writing?"

"One second," she muttered. She finished the phrase before answering, "I have to write a piece for my music theory class by the end of the semester. And, this will be it." While it was a piece for her class, it truly was her brother's song and she hoped to serenade him with it.

"That's awesome. Did it just come to you?"

She took a moment to fill out treble and bass clefs down the page and the next while they talked. "Yeah, pretty much."

"How does that happen?" he questioned with curiosity.

"It's the same as when you hear a random song in your head. Except, this isn't one you've heard before. I can't really explain it better than that. It just happens, and when it does, I need to write it out before I forget it."

"You don't have to." Luke smiled. "You're incredible."

Amy went back to writing. "You're not so bad yourself, love."

He rolled to a stop at a tollbooth. "Can I have a kiss before you get focused again?"

"I'm already there, but yes, you can have a kiss anytime you want." 

Her brother turned his head, and she turned in her seat. Their lips met with a gentle brush, and then their tongues glided into each other's mouths. They played with and massaged the other's tongue for a few moments until Luke had to pull up to the booth.

He pulled the cash from his pocket and paid the toll. Amy went back to work. 

Luke listened to the song that she was softly singing. Already, he liked how it sounded. Her hand was furiously writing, filling in the staffs.

The siblings were a couple miles from the exit for the shopping mall in the suburbs when Amy finished writing. She started from the beginning and sang the notes inside of her head, so that her brother wouldn't hear. She gave herself a nod as she closed up the notebook. 

Luke looked over at her and said, "All done?"

"I think so." His sister smiled at him. "It's quite a lot longer than was necessary for the class. But, that won't matter. It was just a minimum, and I tripled it," she said smugly.

"You always do more than the minimum for anything." He took her hand again now that it was free. 

She dropped the notebook on the floorboard, and then sat back in her seat. "You're right. I hope you think it's a good thing."

"It's a great thing."

Luke exited the highway, and then drove them towards the parking lot. The mall was right off of the highway. He didn't waste time looking for a space and took the first one he found. He knew Amy wouldn't complain about having to walk an extra few feet. 

They got out of the car, and then met up by the trunk. Their hands interlocked again as they walked towards the doors.

"Are you going to help me pick out some stuff today?" Amy asked.

He looked over at her, watching her chestnut mane bounce on her chest. "Of course I will. Though, some stuff I pick out may be too slutty for you." He winked.

She swung their hands back and forth in the air as she smiled brightly. "That is a possibility. However, I think, too slutty to wear out may be a better way to put it."

"So, some will be for my eyes only?" Luke wiggled his eyebrows.

"A lot will be for your eyes only, my love." She kissed his lips gently, and then passed through the door that he was holding open.

The siblings walked hand in hand into the three-story mall. They reached a map and Amy tapped her lip as she looked over it, planning the best route to hit the stores that she wanted to go to. 

"Do you plan on buying anything for yourself today?" She asked as she scanned over the backlit map.

"Is that sports store still on the third floor?"

His sister pointed to its exact location. "Yup, right here."

"I want to stop in there, but besides that, I wasn't planning on anything else." He kissed her temple.

"Okay, well if you want to stop somewhere, just drag me on in." 

"Well, since you're the one we're here for. I would say you're the one who's doing the draggin' around," he said teasingly.

Amy playfully slapped his arm. "We are here to buy lingerie and skimpy dresses for me to wear for you. I would say that this is actually more of a shopping trip for you than me."

"You're onto something there."

They shared a salacious grin, and then began walking. Luke let her lead. The mall was set up a bit off-kilter with escalators and stairs in random places and the floor layouts did not stack right on top of each other. They dodged a small herd of teenage girls as they made their way to the first store.

"Where are we going first?" He asked.

"There is a pair of stilettos that I've been eying for a while, so we are going to go get those. Also, I'll be able to wear them while I try stuff on and it'll make more sense to wear those instead of sneakers with short skirts."

Luke smiled, already looking forward to what he was in for. He had been shopping with girls before and it always felt like a chore. But, today was not going to be that way.

Amy stopped in her tracks, and then they went inside of counter-culture store with loud heavy metal music playing. Luke was a bit puzzled at first, but kept his hand in hers as they went in. A sales girl who had more tattoos than bare skin greeted them as they walked in. The siblings smiled at her.

Amy took her brother straight to the back where the shoes were. She was on a mission. Luke's eyes got distracted by the numerous tiny skirts on the wall while she looked over a shoe rack. 

She noticed where he was looking and grinned. "Do you like anything up there?"

"A couple." He grinned back. 

His sister hooked her fingers into the sling-backs of a pair of shiny, black, peep-toe platform stilettos with contrasting red trim. "Decide what you like while I get these in my size.

Luke nodded an affirmation, and then she let go of his hand. He was left staring at what seemed like an endless amount of mini-skirts. All of them lacked enough material to make the garments proper. Some were more punky than others, some bright almost neon colors, pleats, smooth, plaid schoolgirl-eqse ones, shiny metallic, and sequins. Anything a male could imagine hung on the wall and he knew Amy would look mouthwatering in any of them.

Amy came back and sat down on a tiny bench after getting a sales associate to retrieve the shoes in her size. She took off her sneakers and socks, and then began rolling her jeans up her calves. She looked over at her brother who seemed to be in a trance. "Find anything yet?"

He hadn't even realized that she had returned. It took him a moment to reply. "Yeah, a lot of things actually." 

"Good. Gabe will be back with the shoes in a second." She swung her bare feet, grazing her toes on the floor while she waited.

"Gabe? Who's Gabe?" His eyes were transfixed on berry colored, pucker flared skirt with a black band. The garment looked to be maybe six inches from top to bottom, definitely not any more.

"He's the sales guy that's helping me." She looked over at him and couldn't help but laugh at the bewildered expression on his face. 

Gabe returned, carrying a shoe box. He opened it for Amy, and then handed her the shoes. She slipped her feet into them and hooked the sling-backs over her heels.

"Could you help my boyfriend?" She asked sweetly, pointing towards her brother. After the words came out of her mouth she smiled, realizing that was the first time she had called Luke her boyfriend out loud to anyone else. 

The salesman with three vertical piercings in each eyebrow smiled. "Of course I can." He went over to pick up a pole that would help him reach anything high up on the wall.

Amy stood up and stepped over to a mirror, Luke took notice and wondered for a moment how she was able to walk in shoes like that, but she did so with finesse. Her hips swayed and what he could see of her calves looked amazing. 

She looked over her feet with a giant smile on her face, looking at her lower legs from all angles. "Like them?"

Luke nodded, enjoying how the light caught on the shiny patent leather. "Very much."

She giggled and kicked one foot up behind her before scurrying over to him. She kissed his lips, and then pulled away quickly when Gabe returned.

Luke pointed at several skirts and the salesman fished them down. Some of the items had matching tops with them, much like bikini tops. Amy didn't look at the price tags on anything as the number of hangers grew in her fingers and Luke's. She had money saved since she had started babysitting at thirteen. 

Gabe showed Amy to the dressing room, which was more like a closet with a curtain than anything else. She thanked him for his help, and then began putting the hangers on the hook in the room. Luke handed her the rest of the items, and then she drew the curtain closed. 

She slipped her feet out of the stilettos, and then took of her hoodie and jeans. She slipped into the first skirt and buttoned it on her hip. It was pink and black plaid with suspenders that hung down off the hips, giving it a punky look. The skirt hugged her hips, set right below her hip bones. 

Amy put the heels back on, and then went over to the mirror to look herself over. The back of the garment wasn't long enough to cover her butt. She giggled, feeling extra slutty and a bit shy since she had never worn something so short. Also, she was thankful she had on a red thong so her cheeks were on display. Her green t-shirt didn't make sense with the skirt, but left plenty of her stomach to view.

She went back to the curtain and pulled it open just a little so she could see her brother by poking her head out. He was chatting with the salesman a couple steps away.

"Luke," she got his attention. He stepped closer and she whispered, "This is so short it doesn't even cover my butt."

"I think that's the point," he said with a wicked grin. "Let me see."

Amy's cheeks turned pink. "I can't come out there. Everyone will see."

Luke looked over at Gabe and he gave him a go-ahead nod to go in there with her. The men shared an understanding smile, and then Luke stepped inside the dressing room.

His sister's platform stilettos brought her almost up to eyelevel with him. He kissed her lips softly before taking a step back to look her over. He could see the bottom of her ass clearly in the mirror, peeking out beneath the pleated skirt. 

She nibbled her lip as she did a slow spin for him. His fingers grazed over her exposed bum as she turned.

"You look ridiculously hot," he muttered. "Insanely hot."

"Really?" She blushed while playing with the dangling suspenders.

"Fuck yes." He reached around her and patted her ass. "Bend over. Let me see you like that."

Amy giggled and turned around. She bent from her waist, looking over her shoulder at her brother as her skirt rose up higher and higher, completely showing off her ass. She wiggled her butt at him and he softly groaned from the view of her bum and red lace covered mound.

She backed up into him, grinding her butt against his crotch. His hands found her hips and he pulled her into him. Her pussy grew warm as she felt his cock stir with life beneath his jeans. 

Luke leaned over her, his hands trailing up to grope her ample breasts. His cock pressed against her, dry humping his sister as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you wearing everything you buy today."

Her knees went weak and his grip held her up. "I'd like that very much," she whimpered.

He kissed her warm cheek before backing away, leaving her breathing a little harder than normal. It took her a moment to recover and he picked up another skirt.

"The one you have on is a keeper, let's keep going or else we will never get out of here." He grinned as he handed her the next one.

Amy tried on several different skirts. Most were just as short as the pink plaid one; some were just a little longer and covered her ass, but nothing more. The more she tried on, the more comfortable she got wearing things so short. Some of them looked better on the rack than on her. They weren't bad, they just weren't the best. 

When Amy put on a satin black skirt with attached garters and a bow over right where her pussy was, Luke lost his breath for a moment. His mouth watered and his heart jumped several beats. The garment left just a peek at her butt, but she only had to bend over just a tiny amount before it began showing her off underneath the small pleats.

He cleared his throat, but his voice remained husky. "That's my favorite so far."

"Yeah?" Amy beamed. She ran her hands over the soft material and tugged on the garters. "I like this one too." She looked at herself in the mirror and spun around, checking it out from every angle. "Where am I going to wear all of these?"

"It's not about where you'll wear them. It's about wearing them for me." He picked up the last skirt left on the rack while she began taking off the black satin one. "I don't think we'll even get out of the hotel room if you were to wear that. So, I wouldn't worry about it."




Luke and Amy Ch. 10



She giggled, and then put the black skirt in the keeper pile, and then worked the berry pucker flare skirt up her legs that her brother was fixed on a few minutes ago. 

Luke nodded with approval, noticing that half of her ass was flaunted in the garment. He considered asking Amy to try on the top that matched it, but he decided some things are better left for later. He also knew it would fit her.

"Do you think men will be looking at me when I wear stuff like this?" She adjusted the black band so it sat just below her hip bones.

He couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. "Amy, you're too cute."

"What did I do?" she asked with an innocent tone.

"Men look at you wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Think about the question you just asked with your ass hanging out like it is right now."

Amy giggled, turning pinker by the second. She looked over her shoulder into the mirror and tried tugging down the back of the skirt, but it was a useless effort. It was made to show off her bum. 

"I'm just not used to wearing things like this yet. It's all new to me." She started pulling the skirt down. 

Luke reached out and stopped her. "Keep it on for a second. If you really want a second opinion, I'll get you one."

"From who?" She gave him a questioning look.

"Gabe. Who else?"

The siblings shared a wicked grin before Luke stepped out of the curtain. Amy waited a few moments for him to return. To occupy herself, she fixed up everything on the hangers, making sure the clips were centered on all of the garments. 

She heard the curtain open again, and turned her head over her shoulder. She smiled at her brother, and then the salesman. Gabe's eyes were glued to her lower half.

"She was wondering if men would look at her wearing something like this," Luke said causally. "I told her they would, but she wants a second opinion."

Gabe studied her carefully before speaking. Amy kept her sweet smile with her back to him, watching his eyes rake from her ass and down her elongated legs, and then back up again. The salesman licked his lips.

"Well?" she asked with a shake of her hips.

The salesman's cheeks had flushed. "Yes," Gabe croaked, "yes, they will."

She glanced over at her brother who was grinning proudly ear to ear. She winked at Luke, and then picked up the items that they weren't going to buy. Amy bent over a bit, though it was unnecessary as she picked up the garments. She put the items she was going to buy over the fingers in one hand, and the others in her other hand.

"What do you think of me wearing this, Gabe?" She kept her back arched, feeling cool air against her ass. 

"I think," he coughed before continuing. "I shouldn't tell you what I think."

"You can tell her," Luke encouraged him. "She likes to know things like that."

Amy nodded in agreement. She gathered up the items, and then stepped over to Gabe. 

"If you didn't have a boyfriend," he lowered his voice, "I'd be fucking your brains out."

Her face lit up and she bounced in place. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." She handed him the articles of clothing, bringing him out of his trance. "Thank you so much for your help today. We don't want these." Amy handed Luke the ones that they would be purchasing. "Thanks again for your help today. I think we are all set, I just gotta get this off, then we'll be out of your hair."

"No trouble at all." Gabe took one last look over her before she closed the curtain.

Amy quickly put her jeans and sneakers back on. She threw her hoodie on over her shirt, but left it unzipped. After she put the shoes back in the shoebox and the skirt on the hanger, she met up with Luke. She picked up a few accessory items, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. Also, she grabbed a couple bottles of neon color nail polishes.

The siblings headed over to the register. They all shared light chit chat while he rang them up. Amy thanked him once again for all of his help while waiting for her debit card to process. He handed her a large black bag, and then they wished each other a great day. Amy smiled inwardly, knowing that she was the highlight of his day.

Luke took her hand as they left the store. "I hope you know you're not buying everything today."

"I have plenty of money. It's really not a big deal."

He took the bag from her. "That's not the point. I want to buy stuff for you today, spoil you a little."

She smiled and stopped to kiss his lips softly. "Thank you. If you want to spoil me, I won't stop you."

"Good girl." He let go of her hand to pat her ass, and then took her hand in his again as they continued to the next store. 

As they walked towards the escalator, Amy continued to scan the surroundings for anyone that she would know from school or friends of her parents. She interlocked her fingers with his and smiled at him. Luke gently kissed her temple. 

"What's our next stop?" he asked.

"Well, we could either go to a lingerie store, or the store that I get a lot of my dresses from, next. They are close to each other."

"Will these be slutty dresses?" she questioned with an arched brow.

Amy giggled, "Slutty dresses are on the third floor."

"Bummer," he said with an exhale.

She shook her head and chuckled. "Slutty dresses will come, but I can't wear them all the time while we are on vacation."

"Who says?"

They reached the escalator and Amy waited for a moment, watching a few of the moving stairs go past before stepping on. She had a small fear of escalators since she got her foot stuck in the edge of one when she was a kid. Since then, she always waited for three to go past before taking a step. Luke stepped on after her and joined her on the step.

"I just don't think it would be proper to wear a skimpy dress to say, an art museum." She reached over and held out her hand, catching some water from the fountain that ran down the length of the escalator. "Also, a girl needs options."

"I guess you do have a point." 

Amy wiped her hand on her jacket. "I promise. You will see plenty of me in slutty dresses, not to worry."

"I'm not worried one bit."

"So, lingerie, or proper dresses first?" She asked as they stepped off the escalator.

"Lingerie, then the proper dresses, then the slutty dresses."

"Good call, darling." 

They shared a smile, and then Amy led him to her favorite lingerie store, again dodging groups of teenagers as well as mothers with strollers on the way.

When they arrived in the store, Amy stated, "There's going to be a lot of stuff I'm going to want in here. So, you gotta keep me from buying every single thing that I think is pretty."

"What's wrong with you buying everything you like and everything I like? Hmm?" He shot her a wicked grin.

"I guess nothing really. But we should have some sort of limit, don't you think?" She stopped to browse over the corsets near the front of the store. 

"I hate to disagree with you. But, I don't think that's necessary." His eyes were caught by a shiny white satin corset with a tasteful floral print. 

Amy knew she wanted the green and black corset with a sash that tied around the waist in a bow that was displayed on a mannequin. She quickly scanned to find it on a hanger, and then pulled it off. Luke immediately gave her a nod of approval when she picked it up. 

"Well, let's see what we find. Not everything is going to look as good on me as it does on the rack." She pulled out a black corset but didn't like the odd print it had, and then placed it back. 

"Once again, I must disagree with you. With a body like yours, you could wear anything in this store."

"You're too sweet," his sister cooed. "But, we also thought all the skirts you picked out would be great on me and we didn't buy every single one."

Luke reached up and pulled down the white he had been eying. "True, some were better than others." He handed the garment to her and she smiled.

The siblings reached for a red wet-look corset with black lace overlay and black ruffled trim. They laughed together for a moment as Amy put the hanger on her fingers.

"It's good we like the same things," she said with a grin. 

"Very good." Luke looked over the area once more, and then pointed at a teal satin number. She nodded, before he took it down.

They continued through the store, adding more and more garments to their hands. A salesgirl came by and gave them a mesh bag to hold everything in as the number of items they were holding grew. They tossed in the flimsy satin slips and teddies that they had already grabbed. The bag was overflowing by the time they added chemises and camisoles to it. 

When they reached the section with babydolls, Amy couldn't help but laugh. "When am I going to have time to wear all of this stuff?"

Luke grabbed a sheer pink number, and then added it to the bag on his arm. "There will be plenty," he stressed the word, "of time to wear everything that we get today."

Amy giggled and then pulled down a lavender garment that was equally sheer. "If you say so." She leaned into his ear and whispered, "You can take pictures of me wearing everything."

"I can?" he questioned with a bit of shock in his tone.

His sister rubbed his back and slipped her hand in his back pocket, giving his ass a squeeze. "I want you to take as many pictures of me as you want before you leave." Her voice was soft and sensual in his ear. "Pictures of me posing for you, pictures of us, and pictures of you inside me. Anything and everything you want, big brother."

Luke couldn't help but softly groan at her words. His cock twitched beneath his jeans. He didn't know if he'd be able to make it through a photo session with her, but he'd love to try. "Consider it done," he whispered. 

She kissed his cheek and looked into his lusty eyes. "Did you bring a camera with you?"

It took a moment for the haze in his mind that was visualizing himself taking pictures while fucking his sister to clear. He didn't respond to her question.

Amy continued, "Cause we aren't going to be able to print them, and you'll have to put them on your computer when you get back. I don't want to give you my camera."

"Huh?"

She playfully slapped his arm. "You weren't listening to anything I just said."

"Sorry, I was distracted."

Amy repeated the question, "Did you bring a camera with you? Or do we need to get one before we leave?"

"Oh, yeah I have one. Though, we should get a memory card for these pictures specifically."

She pursed her lips and nodded. "Good idea." 

They grabbed a few bra and panty sets before Amy was satisfied to start trying on everything. She noticed the spinning rack of stockings and made a mental reminder to pick up several pairs before checking out.

Amy found a salesgirl and had a quick to chat with her to make sure that it was okay if her brother stayed outside, but nearby. The young woman looked over at him and, and then she and Amy shared a knowing smile before she unlocked one of the dressing rooms.

Luke took a seat on a cozy chair right outside the room. He knew he wouldn't be able to go in with her, but liked the tease of knowing she would be trying on everything just feet away. He could see her legs under the door and watched as she began stripping out of her clothes. 

She tried on the bras first, lace, satin, silk and all different cup styles. With each one she put on, she told her brother which one it was and that she liked the fit. He approved from the other side. This store was her favorite because they were always consistent with sizing. She didn't have any problems with any of the items and put them in a pile. 

Amy began trying on the bustiers next. The first was sheer white with ribbon accents. She liked it before she even got it all the way on her body. The lavender one, she wasn't sure about the ruffles along the bottom. The garment was also sheer and held her tits magnificently, and she loved the bow that was placed between her breasts.

"Luke, I don't know about this one," she said as she repeatedly spun around, checking herself out in the mirror. "It's the light purple bustier you liked."

Her brother stood up and went over to the door. "Open up, let me see."

"Okay, just ignore the panties I have on, they don't match and I can't try on the ones it comes with."

She pulled the door open and smiled sweetly upon seeing him. He carefully looked her up and down several times while she spun slowly. 

"What don't you like about it?" He couldn't find a single thing wrong.

She turned so his back was to him and pointed at the cut along the bottom. It ended at the top of her butt and the ruffles poked out above her skin. "Do you think this looks weird?"

Luke was mesmerized by the ribbon lace up back that the hem line didn't even concern him. "I think you look amazing, truly. Nothing at all looks weird."

His sister turned to him and smiled brightly. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely positive." His eyes trailed down to her cleavage, and then back up again.

"If you're sure, then we'll get it." 

"One-hundred percent."

Amy kissed his lips, and then pushed him away so she could close the door. "Get out of here," she teased. "There's a lot to go still."

Her brother chuckled and went back to sit in his chair. He waited patiently while she tried on item after sexy item. She didn't let him see everything and took her word for it when she said something looked good. She continued to tell him what it was she had on so he could mentally picture it. With a couple of garments, she opened the door quickly, let him get small peak, and then closed the door just as fast. Luke shook his head and grinned several times. 

A few other women passed by him to take dressing rooms of their own while he waited. He liked that Amy was still telling him everything she was putting on, even when other people were around. His member was swelling the longer he waited, the longer she teased him, and the more he wanted to see every outfit that she put on. 

He continued to be patient, though the last few times she opened the door for a second opinion or a quick tease, he wanted to push her inside, rip her panties down, and drill her against the wall. Sadly, he knew that would not be a good decision. He would have all night to fuck her when they got home. It was worth the wait. 

Amy opened the door when she had finished trying everything on. She looked at her brother and let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion. He laughed and she giggled. They quickly went over everything that they were going to purchase and took out a couple items that weren't complete favorites. They still were going to purchase ninety-five percent of what she went in with originally. 

Before going to the registers, Amy stopped at the stockings. She picked out a few pairs, as did Luke. She grabbed more standard ones, while he picked out fishnets and printed ones. He also grabbed a couple of body stockings. 

Amy raised a brow at the body stockings. He pushed them in the bag and said, "Trust me. You'll look incredible in these."

She shrugged and grinned, and then they went to the registers. 

Amy watched as she scanned every item, second guessing herself about the number of garments that she was purchasing. She had never bought so much lingerie at one time before and the feeling made her a little uneasy. Usually, she got one or two items at a time. Today, several hundred dollars' worth was sitting on the counter and being bagged up. She knew her brother would enjoy everything and she would as well, so she shrugged off the thought.

When the salesgirl gave them the total, Amy started to fish her debit card out of her purse. Luke stopped her and handed the woman his.

"Luke, it's too much, you can't pay for all of this," his sister said weakly, feeling bad about the amount of money he was about to spend.

He nodded at the blonde woman to go ahead with the transaction, and then looked at Amy. "I told you I wanted to spoil you and I am. You deserve pretty things."

"But..." she tried to protest, but the card was already swiped.

"No buts." He kissed her forehead. "You're my girl. And, my girl deserves anything she wants."

Amy's heart melted and her eyes glittered with love. She smiled, and then kissed his lips. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." He took his card back, placed it in his wallet, and then she handed them the bags.

The siblings left the lingerie store, and then headed down to their next stop, hand in hand. As they strolled, Amy swung the bag on her arm back and forth in the air. 

"It seems as if you're going to have a whole new wardrobe for Montreal," Luke commented as they entered into another store. 

Amy was already browsing the racks and put a strapless pink dress over her arm. "Is that a problem?" she asked playfully.

He let her walk around the store, gathering items. He stayed a few steps back to watch her bubble butt bounce in her snug jeans.

"I never said it was. What did you say earlier?" her brother teased, "A girl needs options."

She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned. "Yes, lots of options."

Amy made her way around the store, plucking dressed from the racks. She held them up to herself to see what he thought of them. A few he grimaced at, but most he commended with a smile and a thumbs up. He also picked out a black, one shouldered dress with a star print patterned over the dress. His sister smiled wide and grabbed it from his hands as soon as she showed it to him.

Amy skipped back to the dressing rooms. Luke followed behind her and found a seat on a chaise lounge. She dropped off the bag she was carrying on the floor next to him. She grabbed the platform stilettos she had purchased earlier, and then went behind a long velvet curtain to strip out of her clothing. 

Luke looked up when she opened the curtain and was taken back by her beauty as she strolled out in a short, white, spaghetti strap dress. He had questioned the long stem rose print when she had showed it to him earlier, but with her in it, it was beyond adorable. She sashayed her way over to him, and he liked it even more as her cleavage jiggled in the sweetheart neckline.

"Wow," he muttered. "Definitely a keeper."

She did a slow spin, letting him see her from all angles. The hem flowed out from above her knees and she held her hands above her head as if she was a ballerina. 

"I like this one too, a lot. It's pretty girly," she said as she turned back to him.

"I like girly. Especially girly things on you."

Amy leaned down to give him a quick kiss, and then scurried back to the dressing room. Luke chuckled, watching her disappear.

She tried on the heap of dresses she had picked up. A couple she didn't like when she put them on, but still let him see her in them. Luke wasn't sure what she didn't like about them, but went ahead and agreed with her. Each time she came out, she walked the catwalk for him, swaying her hips and making sure to add an extra bounce to her step. 

By the time she tried on the last dress, Amy was getting exhausted with constantly changing clothes. "This is a lot of work," she muttered to herself as she tied the halter behind her neck. "I could never be a model."

Luke grinned ear to ear as she approached him once again. "Beautiful," he said softly as he looked her over. 

Amy ran her hands over the off white dress with deep blue blossoms printed on it, almost as if they were painted on. The scalloped trim stopped right above her knees and in some areas showed just a hint of her lower thighs. 

"Is it bad that I want to rip this off you right now?" Luke reached out and tugged at the black sash that was tied in to a bow on her waist.

"I wouldn't say that was bad a thing at all." She tapped her chin and cocked her hip, resting her hand on it. "Actually, I'd say that's a very good thing."

She ruffled his hair, and then bounced back to the dressing room. She quickly took off the dress, and then put her jeans, t-shirt and sneakers back on. Amy came back out with her arm full of dresses and her jacket laid on top. He took the jacket from her, and then stuffed it in one of the bags. She put her high heels back in the bag as well.




Luke and Amy Ch. 10



"It's time to get some shoes to go with all of these pretty dresses," Amy said as she began walking back to the main area of the store. 

"Oh god," Luke muttered with a graveling tone. He picked up the bags and peeled himself off the cozy recliner.

She looked over her shoulder at him and laughed. "What? You thought this was going to be all fun and games?"

"I'm just giving you a hard time," he chuckled and patted her back. "You're starting to wear me out, that's all."

"You just want to get to the slutty dress part of the day. I know that's what it is."

He dropped the bags and held up his hands, surrendering. "You caught me."

His sister giggled, as she made her way over to the shoes. She tried to hurry, picking out a few pairs of heels to match the dresses that she was going to buy. Lucikly, all of the boxes were on display, so she didn't have to wait for a sales clerk to get them for her every time. As much as she tried to hurry though, she always had to make sure they were perfect and would complete the outfit. 

Before hitting the registers, she browsed over the accessories and added a few more items to her purchase.

As the perky salesgirl was ringing up the items, Amy got out her debit card. 

"I'm buying this round, don't try to stop me," she stated. She handed the brunette her card before her brother could try to protest.

"Then, we will just have to get even more things for you at the next store." Luke winked.

They shared a grin, and then continued sharing light conversation with the giggling sales girl until she finished up their order.

More bags were added to Luke and Amy's hands as they walked out of the store. She couldn't hold his hand now, but they walked as close together as possible through the mall.

"Is it time to go to the third floor now?" Luke asked with a hopeful tone in his voice.

"It sure is," she retorted with a giant grin.

The siblings made their way to the escalators. Amy counted the moving stairs again before stepping on. Her brother rode up a step behind her. She could feel his eyes on her ass and smiled to herself as she swayed back and forth for his viewing pleasure.

They went up another escalator, and then down the central artery of the colossal mall. Amy continually scanned over her surroundings, looking for people she might know. What she didn't notice were a couple of her classmates scurrying up behind her.

"Amy!" rang a young woman's voice, followed by another shouting her name.

Amy spun around and smiled. She was thankful for the first time ever that she wasn't holding her brother's hand as two of her friends hurried up to her. However, she thought it might be odd for Luke to be holding bags that were obviously from the lingerie store they had gone to. "Please don't notice the bags," she silently willed her friends as they approached.

Amy dropped the bags to the ground a moment before she was surrounded with hugs. Luke took a step to the side to make room for the three females to embrace.

"What are you doing here?" April asked with a surprised expression.

"I thought you were in Des Moines for your cousin's wedding," Madison added before Amy could speak. 

"Oh, well, that was yesterday. So, on the way back, I dragged Luke in here cause I wanted to pick up a couple things," Amy said.

Both girls' eyes flicked over to Luke. Madison returned her eyes to Amy, and their other friend continued to check him out, spinning a blonde lock around her finger. 

Amy filled Madison in on details about the wedding, while April took the opportunity to flirt with her friend's brother. 

Luke watched as April stepped over to him, a bit too close for comfort. He felt like he was about to be eaten as shark bait, but he had to keep up the charade. April was nearly as gorgeous as her sister, the siren of his class, but neither of them could hold a candle to Amy. 

His heart sped up and his stomach turned as she drew her fingernails up his arm. He was thankful he had numerous shopping bags in his hands and he clenched onto them. Amy saw what was happening a few feet away, while keeping her focus on her other friend, though her stomach was flip flopping and she wanted to rip her away from her brother.

April was quite tall and barely had to lift up to whisper into his ear in a lusty tone, "Now I know what my sister was always talking about."

"I'm sorry?" He was dumbfounded from her statement and trying to think of a way to nicely get her off of him.

She pressed into him harder and exhaled into his ear, "She had the biggest crush on you." Her hand had moved to his stomach and she rubbed up his chest. "Now, I know why. Too bad, I never met you sooner."

"Well, any sooner, you wouldn't have been eighteen, and that's statutory rape," he stated flatly, desperately trying to show his disinterest with his voice. "Also, I've been gone for a few years."

She wasn't buying it. Men never turned her down and she had learned all of her moves from her big sister. April pulled away to look in his eyes with her body pressed into him. Amy continued to check over, making a conscious effort for a growl not come out in her voice as she talked with her friend.

Luke felt like she was trying to read his mind while her eyes darted over his. Her hand came up and she traced his jaw with her fingers. Her touch felt numb and made him uneasy. He wanted to look over at Amy but kept his eyes unfocused on her face because he didn't want to bring any attention to the screaming voice inside of him that was desperate to tell her that his only interest was Amy.

"So how long are you in town for?" April asked. Her chest pushed into his like she was trying to suffocate him with her tits.

"Till the end of the month." Luke dropped the bags onto the floor and placed his hands on her hips, gently nudging her away.

She wouldn't budge and pressed her body even harder into his. "We should get to together before then. It would be fun to make my sister jealous, wouldn't you say?"

Her lips shined with a glossy invitation that he did not want to take. He wrapped his hand around her wrist, and then took her hand away from her face. "That won't be necessary." Luke inwardly chuckled at the fatherly tone of his voice.

Amy clenched her fist, digging her nails into her palm as she watched and listened. She wasn't mad at her brother. She thought he was handling this quite well, considering the blatant flirtation that she was using on him. Flirtation wasn't a good enough term, April was pouring on her seduction. However, she wanted to pounce on April and scream at her.

April pouted and hunched her shoulders forward. She took a step back while looking at the ground. Then, her eyes returned to his and she spoke in her best little girl voice, "Too bad. You should know how good I am in bed." 

"Someone else might make better use out of that information." Luke gave her a forced smile. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm not going to take you up on it."

She glanced down at his crotch and pouted even more when she didn't notice the semblance of a bulge forming. "What? I don't do it for you?"

He took a moment to pick his words carefully and make sure they came out with enough to conviction to put an end to this. "I have a girlfriend and I'm not going to cheat on her."

April sighed and crossed her arms under her breasts. "Whatever," she said as she rolled her eyes. "If you change your mind, your sister has my number."

Amy couldn't take anymore. She picked up her bags and stepped over a couple of paces. "April," she said through gritted teeth. She unclenched her jaw for her next string of words. "I would really appreciate if you stopped flirting with my brother. It's really grossing me out."

April threw her head back in a laugh. "Oh Amy, you're so cute. I bet it's just cause he's a stud and you can't have him yourself."

Madison was the innocent bystander in the confrontation. Her eyes flickered back and forth between her two friends while she hoped that she wouldn't have to break up a cat fight.

Amy bit her tongue to keep from saying what she wanted to. She cocked her head to one side as the words flew out of her mouth, "I don't know where you get off, but seriously stop. He has a girlfriend. He doesn't want you."

"All men want me, Amy. You're just jealous that you can't have Luke." April needled her. "If he was my brother I would be all over him in a second. Since you can't have him, you won't allow anyone else the pleasure." She had finished her statement with an upturned nose.

Luke looked back and forth, between them. He was already uncomfortable, and now even more so. 

Amy took a deep breath, pushing down the anger inside of her. She reminded herself that April was her friend, though in this moment, she was the furthest thing from it. She was her enemy.

Amy needed to be the bigger person in this and just make it end before she said something she would regret. She looked into her eyes and spoke slowly, "That is not the reason. Luke is my brother. He's a good guy and he has a girlfriend. He's not going to fuck you. So please, let it go. I don't know what's gotten into you today, but let it go. There are plenty of other men for you to seduce and Luke isn't going to be one of them."

"I'm sure I'll convince him differently," April stated with a wink towards him. "I have a couple more weeks for him to change his mind."

Luke shook his head firmly. "It's not changing."

Amy smiled inwardly.

Madison grabbed her friend's arm. "Come on, let's just go. We need to pick up a birthday present for my mom. Please, can we go?" she begged.

"Fine." April shook her off of her. She was still going to get the last word in. "Amy, you need to relax. Luke can fuck whoever he wants." She was turned and stomping away before the end of the sentence.

Madison looked back and gave the siblings an apologetic look. Amy nodded, sympathizing with her, as did Luke.

Luke picked up the bags and they began a silent walk to their next destination. After a couple of minutes, he spoke up, "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You did the best you could. I just wanted to claw the tramp's fucking eyes out."

Her brother kissed her temple. "I love you. I'm just sorry you had to witness that and get in a fight with your friend."

"I love you too." Amy sighed deeply as he pulled away. "It's all part of what we are. Hiding. Always hiding."

He easily picked up on the complex tone of her voice. There were several layers to it, sadness, anger, disappointment, guilt, and a small glimmer of happiness slipped in because she did love him.

Luke didn't say anything for a moment. Her silence made him uncomfortable. He had never seen her like this since he had gotten home. He spotted an empty bench, and then put all of the bags in one hand. His free hand went to the small of her back and he led her towards it. 

Once they were seated, with bags around their feet, her took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Talk to me, Amy. Tell me what you're feeling."

She kept her words quiet because of people passing by. "I just love you. It's not fair. It's just not fair. There's nothing in the world that can compare to what we have together and no one will ever understand us. We have Ethan, and thank God we have him. I could never keep all of this bottled inside and it's wonderful to have someone like him that we can be open and honest with. But, I just want to scream to the world and tell everyone that I'm madly in love with my big brother and I can't."

He listened intently while she rambled off her thoughts. His eyes and hand never left hers. 

"It hurts me that I can't be open. I know the secret is part of the thrill, but we are beyond 'the thrill,' aren't we?"

Luke nodded.

"I bit my tongue so much with April." She felt tears welling up in her eyes and sniffled them away.

"I know you did. So did I." He squeezed her hand.

"What are we going to do, Luke?" Her eyes went wider as she looked at him and her bottom lip quivered.

His heart hurt from the look she gave him. It was the same look she gave him growing up, desperate for her brother's advice. Except this time, he didn't have any. He could say everything would be okay and work itself out, but he himself even questioned that. The one thing he knew, he didn't want to lose her and he really didn't want to hurt her.

Luke swallowed hard before answering her, "Amy," he paused again. He spoke in quiet whispers, "I don't know. I don't have a brother-sister incestual relationship for dummies book." He tried to lighten her mood and she cracked a smile. "I'm going to ask you this again, because I don't want to hurt you."

His sister cut off his next thought because she knew what he was going to ask. "No, I don't want to stop. I love you. I want you. For always."

He glanced around for any sign of her friends, and then gave her a quick, tender kiss. He pulled back and looked into her eyes again. "What we do is we take it a day at a time. We continue loving each other and being together as we have been. I know the secret is hard. It's the hardest part. Loving each other is easy. Keeping our secret is the painful part."

Amy nodded with her sapphire eyes still wide and desperate.

"If something happens, if someone finds out, if your friends find out, or even worse, Mom and Dad find out, we deal with it. We deal with it together. I promise you, Amy, we're in this together." He lifted their locked hands and kissed each of her knuckles. "When I go back to school, you won't be alone. Ethan will be here for you to talk to and confide in. I'll be a phone call away and I'll be with you too."

She smiled fully and he smiled back. "We're in this together," she repeated with confidence.

"We are, and always will be. It's always been you and me." He did a quick look around again, and then kissed her lips. "Do you feel better?"

"Yes, very. Thanks for making me talk. I was going to wait till we got back in the car."

"Thanks for talking to me. I always want you to tell me what you're feeling."

"I will." Amy kissed his cheek, and then whispered in his ear, "I feel like getting some slutty dresses for you to enjoy me in. Then, I want you to fuck me silly when we get home."

Her brother grinned wickedly. "Let's go then!"

She giggled as she collected her bags. Luke grabbed his, and then they went to the store.

He looked around the store. It seemed like a place for a stripper to buy work clothes from. The walls and racks were littered with the shortest dresses imaginable, tiny skirts, wicked lingerie, some costumes, microscopic bikinis, and a whole section full of shoes.

"Have you ever been in here before?" Luke asked as she fingered through a rack.

"Yes, but I've never bought anything except for a pair of shoes and some panties." She pulled out a bright yellow, one shouldered dress, and held it up for him.

He nodded his approval. 

"I've gotta say though, I'm quite exhausted from trying on clothes." She moved over to the next rack. "If it's okay with you, I'd rather just try on things at home and save the receipt in case I need to return anything."

"Are there any other reasons behind that thought?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Mmhmm," Amy muttered as she looked over a white tube dress. "We will get home sooner."

"I love how you think."

They continued through the store, plucking out dresses in a rainbow of colors. All of them were form fitting and skimpy, with various cuts and styles. She also picked up a handful of bikinis that she knew she probably couldn't wear any other time except for their vacation. 

Before going over to the shoes, they went over all of the dresses together, decided their favorites, and handed a few off to one of the salesgirls. She quickly tried on shoes to match the dresses that she was going to buy. Included in the mass of shoe boxes was a pair of thigh high, red, vinyl boots that she hoped would fit because she couldn't try them on with jeans.

When it was time to pay, Luke insisted that this was his purchase. His sister thanked him and whispered in his ear that he would be truly thanked when they got home.

The siblings made a quick stop in an electronics accessory store for a camera memory card, and then went a couple of doors down to the sports novelty shop that Luke wanted to go to. 

He was busy looking over the numerous baseball caps when he heard his sister holler for him.

"Luke! Come over here!" she called gleefully.

He hurried over to her and found her holding something behind her back. 

"I found something that you're going to love," Amy cooed with a bright smile that lit up the area around her.

He smiled. "Well, show me already."

He tried reaching behind her and she playfully drew her hand further behind her. After a few moments of teasing him, she gave in and presented him with an authentic Cubs jersey of his favorite player growing up.

Luke snatched it from her, as if he didn't get his hands on it, it would disappear. "Mark Grace! Amy you remembered!" He wrapped his arms around her, forgetting where they were, and covered her face in kisses.

"Of course I remembered, silly, I remember everything," she giggled as his kisses continued. "I also remember how happy you were when he got his ring with Arizona in 2001."

He spoke softly into her ear, "You're the best little sister any brother could ever have." He kissed her lips and offered her just a taste of his tongue before pulling away.

"You're the best big brother any girl could ever ask for," she whispered with happiness gleaming in her eyes. She quickly took the jersey back from him, and clung onto it, pulling it away from him. "I'm buying you this. You've spoiled me all day, now it's my turn." 

He laughed at her playful stern tone and raised his hands up in surrender. "You win."

They returned to the caps, and Amy helped him pick out one before they went to the registers. She bought both items for him and she glared at him when he tried to protest.

"Your girlfriend wants to spoil you, accept it," she stated as she handed the salesman her debit card.

Luke's heart warmed when she called herself his girlfriend. His sister. His girlfriend.

"Take it, man, it doesn't happen often. I would love my girlfriend to spoil me every once in a while." The clerk swiped her card and handed back to her. "You're a lucky guy."

"Thanks, I really am," Luke said proudly. 

The siblings left the store, and then the mall together, lucky to not run into Amy's friends again. They walked so close together that their arms grazed over the other's as their strides took them outside. 

After tossing the numerous bags in the trunk, Luke opened her door for her. She plopped down in her seat, and then he went around to the driver's side. They buckled up, he ignited the engine, and then their hands found each other's. 

Luke entered the highway and while he drove, Amy called her best friend to let her know that they would be arriving home in a little over an hour. 

After she hung up her phone, she looked over at her brother. "Luke, there's something else I was feeling earlier, when April was flirting with you."

He glanced over at her, nodded, and then returned his eyes to the road.

She squeezed his hand and locked their fingers tighter together. "It bothered me to see another woman all over you like that." Amy took a deep breath before she continued. "I feel bad too, because you like it when I flirt and tease other men. But, seeing her practically dry humping you..." her voice trailed off and she inaudibly mumbled the rest of her words.

"It's different when you do it." He looked over to see her spinning the silver ring on her middle finger while nibbling her lip. "It's different because it's foreplay for us. It turns us on. We want it to happen. But, when she was doing it, we both didn't want it to happen."