20 comments/ 73231 views/ 54 favorites Me, My Brother, and Marie By: ShariSue Chapter 1 Since they retired a few years ago my parents have spent each summer at our house on the beach. This year I converted one of the guest rooms into a studio and joined them for the summer, spending my days painting, studying the water and the sky, working on endless studies of the light on the ocean. It was just me and my parents during the week, but David, my brother, took the train out from the city some weekends. At the beginning of August my parents were heading to Italy for a couple of weeks to take a trip with some old friends. So on a Friday afternoon I drove them to the airport. David met us at the airport to see them off. "Be good while we're away," my mother said, the same thing she has been saying to us since they first left us alone at home when I was thirteen and David seventeen. "Do you intend to be good?" I asked David as I drove with him back to the beach. "There's not very much to get up to out here," he said. "I'm not so sure of that," I replied. "But I'll probably end up being good anyway. That's how boring I've become." He smiled at me. "You're just in a bit of a rut. You need some adventure rather than spending each day painting." "Maybe you can put your clever mind to it for me," I said, returning his smile. I'd always been in awe at how clever he was. He sailed through high school, college, law school, and was now a lawyer at a big firm in the city. The thing was though -- and he would never admit it -- he had become more conservative in his dress, outlook, everything. But this summer he had met a girl who seemed to be good for him. It was just a summer fling, he said. She was French, working in the city for a couple of months, but he seemed more energized, more alive. We stopped at the town a few miles from the beach to buy some groceries. Then we sat at a cafe on the boardwalk enjoying each other's company. "So tell me about the sexy Marie," I said. "How's it going with her." "It's great," he said. "She's so much fun. It's such a drag she's going back to Europe in a couple of weeks." "Maybe that's why it's so exciting," I suggested. "Knowing it's going to end soon." "Sweetie, is that why you get bored with your boyfriends after three months? That's your attention span?" "No. I get bored with them because I should never have gone out with them in the first place." "So instead you're not going to go out with anyone?" "No. I'm going to focus on my painting and forget entirely about boys." "And at what age are you going to leave this convent of yours?" "When the world recognizes me for the great artist I am and I earn vast sums of money and can afford whatever toy boys I want." "Good luck sweetie." "Thanks bro," I replied. "You've always supported my ambitions." I put my tongue out at him. He returned the gesture. "I'm so glad we're going to spend the weekend alone at the house," I said. "It'll be wonderful to be able to hang out together without mom and dad around." "Well, actually," he said, looking a bit embarrassed, "I asked Marie to come out for the weekend. I didn't think you'd mind." "You rat!" I said. "So you're going to spend the weekend canoodling with your French floozie while I'm moping around trying to ignore the moans coming from your bedroom?" "Sweetie, I'm not a rat and she's not a floozie. You'll like her. She's very sweet." "I see you're not denying the moaning," I said. "I'll keep it down," he said. "Yeah, right, like when you've been having phone sex with her the other weekends you've been out here." "You were listening? What did you hear?" he asked anxiously. "Nothing," I said, lying. I had the room next to him, and the walls were very thin, and I had heard a lot. That's how I knew he was perhaps not really as conservative as he gave the appearance of being. "I can cancel her if you'd like," he said. "No. I'm sure we'll have fun," I said, not convinced at all that we would. I got up from the table. "I want to go to a store just down the street. You'll be good while I'm gone?" "I'll be good. But hurry back. I'm eager to get to the house." "Ok. But I need some money. Do you have some?" He took out his wallet. "I have about $100. How much do you need?" "I'll take it," I said. "I'll give you the change." "What are you buying?" he asked. "A birthday present." "Who for?" "For me. From you." "Ah, yes. Sorry about that. The pressure of work, I forgot . . ." "Did the pressure of work make you forget to fuck your French sweetheart?" "I'm sorry sweetie. And I never know what to get you. So cash is the best gift anyway, isn't it." "Don't try to snivel out of it, you rat." I made a rat face at him, baring my teeth. "Happy birthday Ricki!" he shouted after me as I walked down the boardwalk to the store. Half an hour later we were back in the car and driving to the beach. "So what did I get you?" he asked. "It's on the back seat," I said. He reached around from where he was sitting in the passenger seat and took the bag. He opened it and took out the black bikini I had bought. "Thanks bro," I said. "And you'll have the pleasure of being the first person to see me in it." He held it up to look more closely at it. "It's very tiny, isn't it?" "The tiniest I could find," I said. "It barely covers my boobs. And there's nothing at all on my ass." He looked at the thong string. "I bought this for you? I mean, you bought this for you. Isn't it a bit . . . a bit, you know, intimate for me to buy something like this for you?" I glanced across at him. "But, sweetie," I said, "we're brother and sister, remember. By definition we're intimate." "Not like that. I mean . . ." "You mean sexually?" He blushed, as I knew he would. It was so easy. "Yes, if you want to put it like that," he said. "But we are sexually intimate, dearest brother," I said. "No, we're not," he said. "You mean that me sucking your cock didn't make us sexually intimate?" I asked. "You did it once. Years ago. And I didn't want to do it anyway." He was right that it had only been once. And that I had to persuade him to let me do it. But it was my birthday and I had never sucked a cock before and I thought I should learn how to do it. So I asked if I could practice on him. After weeks of persuading he came with me to the tree house in the woods behind the beach and undressed for me. He came as soon as I put my lips on his cock and as much cum ended up on my face and chin as in my mouth. I insisted that he stay with me that night in the tree house and let me do it again but he refused and left. I undressed and wiped his cum over my breasts and masturbated as I imagined how I should have held him down when he undressed and made him put his cock in my pussy instead. We turned off the main road and headed down the track toward the beach. After a half a mile the track comes to a locked gate. David got out and unlocked it and locked it again after I drove through. From here, it was a few hundred yards to the beach through fields and on a track across the salt marsh. Our house was at the end of the track. We unloaded the groceries and David went to his room to change. "I'm going to swim before it gets too dark," he shouted out to me. "You coming?" "Only if I can wear my birthday present." "Come on then, be quick. Anyway, it's probably too dark for me to see your body." We changed and ran down the deserted beach to the water, hand in hand as we had done since we were little. I felt nearly naked, feeling the warm air on my ass. We waded in, and David tried to tackle me, as he always did. I avoided his attempts, and then jumped on his back and brought us both crashing into the waves. We lay side by side in the shallows hand in hand, feeling the waves break gently over us, looking up at the first stars of the night. "I love this place," David said. "There's nowhere I'm so happy as here. And with you." We lay silently next to each other until we got too cold. David pulled me to my feet and we walked up the beach back to the house, his arm over my shoulders. "So you want to see the full effect," I asked him, and walked a few steps ahead. "That's amazing," he said. "You have a beautiful ass." I turned around and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for my present," I said. "And you still owe me fifty bucks." "What? That little amount of material cost $150 bucks! That's crazy," he said. "Don't be so cheap," I said. "You make more money than you can spend. And $150 bucks to make me happy is not much, is it? You'd spend that much on your French floozie in an instant." "Please Ricki, stop calling her a floozie," he pleaded. "Ok, ok," I said. "When is Mademoiselle Marie arriving, anyway?" "I'm picking her up at the station at ten tomorrow morning." "And how long is she staying?" "Til Sunday. We'll take the six pm train to the city. You will drive us, won't you?" "Depends if I manage to sleep Saturday night with all the canoodling." "We'll be very quiet." "Don't worry. I'm going to lock myself up in my studio and put on my headphones." David put his arm around my waist and we walked the rest of the way to the house. Chapter 2 I was at work in my studio early next morning. David came in about nine carrying some coffee and sat down on the couch. "What have you been working on this week?" he asked. I pointed to a couple of large canvasses. "They're very pretty," he said. There were times when I despaired of becoming an artist and thought about settling for being a cartoonist. My sketch book was full of different cartoon characters and their antics and before this year I often spent days on end constructing their stories, ignoring my painting. But this coming year was my final year at art school and if I couldn't prove to myself and others that I had the eye and the technique to become an artist then there was no point in continuing to paint. So I had locked myself up here for the summer, working long hours on studies of light and color. David's description of my paintings as pretty used to annoy me. I wasn't striving for prettiness. But I've accepted that for all his intelligence, art is his blind spot. He left for the train station a few minutes before ten. I made an attempt to work on one of my paintings, but without any conviction, so gave up, knowing from experience that a lack of concentration can ruin a picture in a few minutes. He arrived back half an hour later. "Ricki," he shouted as he came through the door. "Come meet Marie." I walked out from my studio to say hello. She was wearing a short black skirt, very tight, and black stockings. Her silk blouse was set off by an expensive scarf around her neck, and her shoes were more appropriate for a city sidewalk than a beach. I cringed inwardly in my paint-splattered cut-off jean shorts and t-shirt ending a few inches above where my shorts began. "Hello Ricki," she said. "I'm so glad to meet you." And at that point I was lost. Her accent was so soft, she was caressing the sounds rather than speaking them, and her smile was so broad that it seemed to take over her entire face. I was captivated. My brother is fucking this gorgeous creature? I thought. How is that possible? I looked at him standing beside her with a nervous grin on his face as though she were a prize he had won by cheating. "Hi Marie," I said. "I'm so glad you could come out. I've so much wanted to meet you." I reached to shake her hand. She took it, then leaned forward to kiss my cheek. I panicked, not remembering the custom. Do I kiss her on the other cheek, or what? I ended up kissing her ear. I laughed a little nervously. "Come in," I said, a bit too loudly. "Make yourself at home." Her enthusiasm was childlike. She loved the house, the deck, the view. "So beautiful!" she exclaimed a number of times. "Can we go on the beach, David?" she asked, stretching out his name to "Daveeed." "Yes, let's change," he said, leading her to him room. Ok, I thought, I won't see them again for a while, but they returned a few minutes later. David had on the same baggy swim suit as he wore last night. She had on a gold bikini, the panties cut very high at the hips to show off her long tanned legs and the top cut low to display the tops of her boobs. The gold accentuated her blond hair and her tan. David followed her out the door to the deck and down to the beach like a besotted puppy. Have a nice sweeem Daveeed and Marieee, I thought to myself, and then laughed at my childishness and returned to my studio. They were on the beach for an hour or so, then returned to the house laughing and giggling. They went back to David's room and I imagined them undressing each other from their wet clothes and falling into bed together. I put some music on my iPod and turned it up loud enough to drown any sounds from that direction. David reappeared mid-afternoon. "You want to come swimming?" he asked. "Sure," I said. "But," he added, "maybe you shouldn't wear your new bikini." I didn't. We had dinner together, and I went to bed early. I lay on my bed listening to them make love, my fingers playing with my pussy. Next morning, Marie was up early and joined me in my studio. She looked at my paintings. "They are very good," she said. "You really think so?" I asked, happy at her compliment. "Yes, I do," she said, and we spoke for a while about art and painting. I didn't see them much of the rest of the day. Marie's comments about my paintings inspired me to work and I stayed in my studio until four. I was exhausted. I changed into my new bikini and went for a swim. Marie was sitting on the porch watching me as I walked back up to the house. I drove them to the station in the evening. "I'm so happy to have met David's little sister," Marie said, kissing me on the cheek. I drove back to the house. On my work desk I found a note from Marie with her email address and phone number. "In case you want to talk about painting. Or anything else," she had written. I took off my clothes and lay in David's bed and imagined him and Marie making love on the same sheets. Chapter 3 On Monday and Tuesday I worked hard and productively. On Tuesday night as I was falling asleep I got a call from a friend asking me if I wanted to meet him in the city on Wednesday night. I said yes. I took the train to the city Wednesday evening, and returned to the house Thursday afternoon. I picked David and Marie up at the station about eight Friday evening. We had dinner and they headed to his bedroom soon afterwards. I didn't have the energy to listen to their love making so I retreated to my studio and slept on the day bed. I was still dozing when Marie came in the next morning. "I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked. She sat on the chair by my work table and I looked at her from where I was lying. She was wearing one of David's white shirts and pair of white panties. Her long tanned legs were bare. "How was your week?" she asked. "Did you make progress?" I told her about my frenzy of activity in the first half of the week. She looked at the canvasses I had been working on. "Yes, something different," she said. "Where did these ideas come from?" I started telling her how my conversation with her last weekend had made me think more clearly about what I was trying to do, and my joy at finding someone who understood painting. She smiled her broad smile. "I'm so glad," she said. "And the second half of the week? What did you do?" "I got distracted," I said. "By what?" "I got a call from an old friend who was in the city for the night, so I went in and spent the night with him." "Sounds mysterious! Tell me more," she said. "His name is Stefan. I met him five years ago. He lives in LA and comes to the city on business now and again. He calls me up and we have dinner and then spend the night together in his swanky hotel room. Or sometimes we skip dinner. Depends how horny were are." "And did you have dinner Wednesday?" she asked, laughing. "Room service. I haven't had sex the whole summer. I'm a big fan of masturbation but sometimes I need someone else's touch." "Was it good?" "It always is with Stefan." "When did you get back here?" "Thursday. Stefan left for the airport very early in the morning. I fell back to sleep when he left. I woke up a couple of hours later and lay in bed thinking about what I could do before I had to check out." "You should have called me," Marie said. "I would have loved to come to see you." "I thought about calling you. The thing was though, I was still horny, so I called another friend of mine in the city to see if he wanted to come over. If he hadn't answered, I was going to call you to see if you wanted to come over." I felt myself start to blush at my choice of words. "For breakfast or something, you know." She laughed. "I would have loved to come over for breakfast or something! But your friend beat me to it. So who is this friend?" "He's a boy I knew growing up. One of David's friends, in fact." I paused. "Actually, David's best friend." "Jason?" Marie asked. "The boy with the long blond hair and the great body? I've met him. He's very cute." "Yes, Jason. He is cute. We see each other occasionally. But please don't tell David." "I won't breath a word, sweetie. It's wonderful to have a friend like that to turn to." "Yes. It is. Casual sex between close friends. But David would be all shocked and protective." "Yes, he is easily shocked, isn't he," she said. "But I like to think I'm changing him a little." "That's good," I said. "I'm so glad for him. Otherwise he's going to too set in his ways to change." "You were listening last weekend when made love," she said. It wasn't a question, just a statement. "It sounded like great sex," I said. "It was nice. David can be very passionate when he's properly aroused." We heard David's door open and a few seconds later he came into the studio wearing just a towel around his waist. "What are you girls talking about?" he asked. "Cocks, David," I said. "What do girls ever talk about?" "Oh," he said, "I thought you might still be talking about painting." He left for the shower and I rolled my eyes. Marie laughed. "Your brother has a very nice body," she said. "Yes, but we've got to get him some better swimwear," I said. She laughed again. "Something sexy like yours?" "Did you like it?" I asked. "It was stunning," she said. "It showed off your cute body beautifully." I began to blush. To hide my embarrassment I got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. "Anyone want coffee?" I asked. "Yes, sweetie, I would like some," Marie said. ____________________________________ There was a storm midday. I stood on the deck watching the light change and the colors become more intense as the thunderclouds approached, then the soft blue sky that trailed the storm. I spent a couple of hours in my studio working with watercolors trying to quickly capture what I had seen. About four o'clock Marie joined me. She looked at my sketches. "When you work quickly you bring out the intensity of what you're seeing," she said. "Maybe there is more energy in these sketches than your canvasses?" She was right. But I had always differentiated my sketches from what I thought of as my real art. But I was tired and didn't want to think about painting any more. Marie sensed my tiredness. "Sweetie, she said, "let's go for a swim. You need to relax a bit." "You're right," I said. "So let's go," she said. "And I have a surprise for David. A bikini like yours." "A thong?" She nodded. "I didn't bring it last weekend because I thought it might not be appropriate on the beach. Americans can be rather prudish at times I think," she said. "But when I saw you I thought I also would like to show off my ass." Me, My Brother, and Marie She pronounced "ass" with a long sibilant sssss. "So let's do it," I said. "My brother's lucky day." The three of us walked down to the water together. Marie took my arm and we walked ahead of David. "So he can enjoy both of our asses," she whispered to me. When we got to the water's edge Marie took David's hand and led him out into the waves. I could see that his cock was hard. I walked into the water a little way away from them so not to embarrass him. We got out of the water and spread out our towels and lay down on the sand, David between Marie and me. Marie asked David to rub some sun cream onto her back. She undid the top of her bikini. "Now me," I asked, when he had finished helping Marie. He hesitated, but started rubbing the cream onto my back. Like Marie I undid my bra strap. When he finished with me, Marie sat up, letting her top fall off. She rubbed cream into her shoulders and breasts and stomach. Then she threw the cream back to me with a smile that told me what she thought I should so. So I too let my top fall off and I covered my chest with cream. David looked away as I rubbed it into my breasts. Marie was lying on her side looking at David. "You are so lucky," she said, "being surrounded by such pretty boobies." "Maybe you shouldn't," he said. "You might get a ticket." "A ticket for revealing our boobies? Surely not. It's not like we're showing our poossees." I laughed out loud at how she had pronounced the word. "I love how you say pussy!" And we both lay there saying the word "poossee" over and over again. "Maybe we should show our poossees!" she said. "What do you think, David?" "No, please don't," he said. "But I thought you liked my poossee?" she said. "Yes, but it's not . . . not appropriate, not with Ricki here." "But I think she would like to see my poossee, wouldn't you Ricki?" "That's not what I meant," David said. "I shouldn't be seeing hers." I felt sorry for teasing him. "Don't worry David, I'm not going to show you my poossee if you don't want to see it," I said. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, brushing his arm gently with my breast, and stood up and walked back to the house, leaving them alone on the beach. ___________________________________ It rained Sunday morning. I got up late and drove into town to do some grocery shopping. When I got back, I made myself some tea and went to my studio. Marie came in a short while later, wearing only panties, and sat on the edge of the daybed. "Where's David?" I asked. "He's on his phone. Some work thing." The rain had cleared up and a soft translucent light was shining through the window behind her. She looked like a mirage, the light shimmering in her blond hair and throwing her naked breasts into relief. I reached for my sketch pad and started to draw her portrait before the light changed. I worked quickly and instinctively, not thinking or analyzing. When I was done I sat looking at the sketch, astonished at what I had achieved. Marie got up and stood behind me to look at the drawing. "You are very talented, sweetie," she said. I looked up at her, my eyes level with her breasts, and returned her smile. "I was inspired," I said. "The beautiful light, your beautiful body . . ." My words trailed away as she leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. Then she stood up and left the room. I stayed sitting in the chair looking at my drawing, my body tingling with the touch of her lips on mine. She kissed me again when I dropped them at the station that evening, this time on the cheek. I returned her kiss, my lips brushing against the corner of her mouth. I drove back to the house with one hand on the steering wheel and the other pressed hard between my legs. Chapter 4 The following Friday I picked David up at the station. "Where's Marie," I asked. "She'll be out tomorrow. She has so much to do before she leaves next week." Later that evening we walked down to the water. I was wearing the thong bikini panties and a cut-off white t-shirt. We stood next to each other in the shallows. "I'm sorry Marie's going back," I said. "That must be very sad for you." "Yes," he said. "But I always knew it was just for the summer. And I'm not going to spoil this weekend by thinking sad thoughts about her leaving." I took his hand and led him further into the water, knowing that he wouldn't able to resist the urge to tackle me. We both ended up, as usual, lying at the water line, hand in hand, looking up at the stars. "But I will miss having sex with her. She's the most exciting girl I've ever been with," he said. "I can't believe my dear brother is talking to me about sex!" I exclaimed. He laughed. "I am a prude, aren't I?" I leaned over and lay on his shoulder, the water lapping over our legs. "Maybe Marie has cured some of that," I said. He kissed my forehead. "Maybe. But when you took off your bikini top last weekend, I was so embarrassed. I don't know why. Many guys see their sister's breasts. It's not such a big deal." "That's the right spirit!" I said. "Come," I said, standing up and reaching for his hands so I could pull him up. I stood in front of him and raised my arms over my head. "What?" he asked. "Pull my t-shirt off." "Why?" he asked. "Because you threw me in the water and soaked it. And because I asked you too." He reached out and pulled it up over my head. He stared at my breasts. "Not such a big deal?" I asked. "You are beautiful," he said. "And you are very sweet," I said. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, my breasts pressing against his chest. His arms went around me, his hands on my shoulders. Then, as we stood in the water, his hands moved slowly down my back until they were just above the top of my panties. Inwardly I was begging him to move them lower, to brush them across my ass. My nipples were erect. Could he feel them? And then I felt a small movement in his groin as his cock began to stir. Please, now, run your hands across my ass, pull me close against your cock, I begged him silently. He kissed me softly on the lips. I returned his kiss, wanting his mouth to open and his tongue to caress mine. His hands moved to my hips and he pulled me against him and I felt his cock, hard now. I want your cock in my pussy, my thoughts pleaded, please my dear brother! But then he stepped back, breaking our embrace. We stood looking at each other, both silent. Then he took my hand. "You are so beautiful sweetie, and I love you so much." "I love you too," I said. He led me back up the beach to the house. When we got there he kissed me on the cheek. "Sleep well sweetie. See you tomorrow." "Sleep well darling brother," I said as he went to his room and closed the door behind him. ________________________________ Midday Saturday David left to meet Marie at the station. She came to say hello when she arrived, but I stayed in my studio out of their way until dinner time. We ate together, then sat on the porch. Marie had brought a bottle of champagne. "To celebrate a wonderful summer," she said. We sat there drinking champagne and talking. The champagne made me drowsy, and I got up and said I was going to bed. "Not for a while, sweetie," Marie said. "Let's walk down to the water first." She took David's hand. I took his other hand and we walked down the beach. A few yards from the water she told us to stop. As we watched she started to undress. Her t-shirt came off first; then her shorts. I stared at her naked body, soaking in her beauty. "Now Ricki," she said. I obeyed. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Then I slipped my bikini panties down my legs and stood there naked for them both to see. "David," she said. He obeyed. He took off his shirt then undid his shorts. We stood together on the beach naked, our eyes exploring each others' bodies in the moonlight. David's cock began to get hard. Marie saw it and laughed. "Come, David, to the water." She took his cock in her hand and led him to the water. I walked behind them watching her ass as she walked down the beach. We stood waist deep in the water, the waves gently brushing over us, until it got too cold. Then we walked back up the beach hand in hand, still naked, David's cock now very hard. I thought Marie would lead him straight to the bedroom but she told him to sit on the couch on the porch. She sat beside him. "Did you know that your brother had such a beautiful cock, sweetie?" I shook my head. She took it in her hand. "It is amazing," she said. "Would you like to watch me masturbate him?" I looked at David's face. He was smiling at me. "Yes," I said. She knelt in front of him and gestured for me to kneel beside her. I watched as her hand held his cock, running up and down his shaft. David was making small moans as her hand stroked him. Her other hand slipped between her legs and she started caressing her pussy. As David was about to cum, Marie leaned forward and guided his cock to her mouth. "Come, sweetie," she said to me. "Help me lick him." I leaned forward and put my face next to hers. I ran my tongue along the length of his cock, my lips brushing against hers. She took him in her mouth and I caressed his shaft with my tongue and lips, kissing his cock, kissing her lips, our mouths pressing together around his cock, our tongues exploring his cock together until his cum shot out into our mouths and over our faces. Marie pressed her mouth hard against mine and she came as her tongue penetrated my mouth. We sat there quietly for a few minutes. Then I kissed David on his cheek and went into the house. _____________________________________ Marie joined me in my studio the next morning. We sat on the bed cross-legged facing each other. She was wearing Daniel's white shirt and sitting like that I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. She caught my eyes looking at her pussy. "You like my poossee?" she asked. "It's beautiful," I said, laughing again at her pronunciation. "I loved watching you masturbate last night." She spread her legs wider. "I loved you watching me," she said. Her fingers went between her legs and she spread her lips so I could see the wet pinkness of her pussy. She caressed herself gently, all the time looking at me. "You are so beautiful," I said. "Does it turn you on to watch me?" "Yes, very much." "Do you want to unbutton my shirt?" she asked. I undid the few buttons and slipped it off her shoulders. She sat naked in front of me. I put my hand on her breast and felt the hardness of her nipple. She moaned softly. "Undress for me, sweetie," she said. I stood up from the bed and pulled my t-shirt over my head and undid my shorts and dropped them to the floor. I sat down facing her again, my legs spread. She reached for my hand and drew it towards her pussy. I slid two fingers into her wetness. Her fingers went between my legs. She drew my face towards hers and we kissed as we fucked each other with our fingers, gently at first, but then more firmly. Her fingers and her kisses had made me so wet and my orgasm was building so quickly. Her pussy tightened around my fingers and she came too, kissing me hard on the lips as our orgasms swept through our bodies. Marie took her fingers from my pussy and wiped my wetness on my lips, then ran her fingers down my neck and over my breasts. We sat facing each other, smiling. "Come to Paris," she said. "You can paint during the day and we can make love at night." "I will," I said. She kissed me softly on the lips. "Promise?" I ran my hand along her thigh, wanting to touch her again. "I promise," I said, my fingers exploring her pussy, my lips again pressing against hers. Out of the corner of my eye I saw David standing in the doorway. I caught his eye for a split second as he left. "You better go," I said. "You'll miss your train." She kissed me again and left. A few minutes later I heard them leave the house and the car start. I lay back on the couch and pulled the sheet over me. I closed my eyes to call up an image of Marie kneeling on a bed in front of me and my tongue exploring her pussy and her beautiful ass. ____________________ David woke me with a kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see him sitting on the daybed next to me. "Marie caught her train?" I asked. He nodded. "Sorry to have interrupted you earlier," he said, smiling down at me. I returned his smile. "Did it turn you on to see your little sister's first time with a girl?" "Yes, very much." "Did you get hard? "Very hard." "And are you hard now? He nodded. "Can I see?" He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. He undid his shorts and took them off. He stood next to me with his cock rigid. I pulled the sheet off my body and opened my legs wide so he could see my pussy. "I'm still so wet," I said. I wiped my wetness onto my hand and reached for his cock. He gasped at my touch. I stroked him, watching his face as my hand slid slowly up and down his cock. Then I pulled him to me, guiding his cock towards my pussy. He knelt between my spread legs. I pulled him forward so the tip of his cock was against the lips of my pussy. Then I slid down on the couch, slowly pushing myself against his cock, pushing it inside me. We both let out long soft moans. He leaned over me and kissed me and started fucking me, slowly, gently, but his kisses and thrusts quickly building in intensity. My orgasm built quickly, and I came as he shot his cum into my pussy. David lay on top of me, his cock still in me, his head cradled on my shoulder. I stroked his hair. We kissed softly. "That was so wonderful," he said. "So you'll fuck me again?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "When? In another five years?" "Next weekend." "When Mom and Dad will be back," I said, frowning at him. "So I'll sneak into your bed when they're asleep." "They'll wake up. They're such light sleepers." "I'll be very quiet." "Yeah. Just like you were with Marie?" "I'll be extra quiet, I promise." "You're saying that I can't excite you as much as Marie does?" "That's not what I meant, sweetie," he said, kissing me, "and you know it." I held him tightly against me.. My hand held his cock and felt it begin to grow again. I turned him over on the bed so he was below me, then moved down so my face was next to his cock. "So now, finally, can I suck your cock?" I asked. "I thought you did a pretty good job last night." He said. "I had Marie's help," I said. "This time it'll be all my own work." I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him gently and slowly as I looked him in the eyes, watching the excitement on his face, waiting patiently for the moment when my darling brother would lose control and shoot his cum deep into my mouth.