13 comments/ 181015 views/ 67 favorites Sister's Licker By: BarelyLegal4now89 Lacey tripped down the stairs to find her mom and brother in the kitchen. Her mom turned from the sink to give her a disapproving look. "Sorry I'm late, mom! But you could have woken me!" "We tried! Well, Max did. He went up to your room, but found you dead to the world as usual." "Yeah, I know, sometimes I sleep like a log," she grinned at her brother, who twisted his lips. "That's a mild way of putting it," he muttered. She came to him to give him an elbow in his side, but he drew away as if stung. Shrugging, she faced her mom, who was now drying the dishes. "So, when are we going to pick Mae up?" "First, you need to get dressed," her mother reminded her, looking meaningfully at her young daughter's clothes. "Oh yeah," Lacey said, glancing down at her plain white tee and shorts, both of which she'd only managed to jump into when she'd woken up minutes earlier. Little did she know what a provocative image she portrayed with her young, firm breasts stretching the light fabric of the tee , the big fat nipples as discernible as brass buttons. Her shorts were mere cut-offs that barely covered her bum, leaving her long, endless legs to taper down to her pretty, pink-polished feet. "Hardly appropriate for picking your prim and proper cousin from the airport, I guess," she noted wryly. "Hardly," her mother agreed. "And don't talk about Mae like that. She's a sheltered teen, that's all. Her father is a reverend, after all." Lacey nodded, sitting next to her brother who was looking through the morning papers so seriously, that she reached out to pinch a piece of bacon from his plate just to annoy him. No one messed with Max's food. But he ignored her. "Get your own breakfast," her mother was the one who teased. Lacey poked a finger into the newspaper he was holding in front of his face. "Hey you! Worried about your stock prices or what?" she grinned. He really was so preoccupied that morning. "Don't be such a pest," he said shortly, suddenly rising and leaving the kitchen, taking the paper with him. "What's up with him?" she turned to her mother quizzically, chewing on the piece of bacon. Her mother shrugged. "We need to get to the airport in half an hour. So move it." "Oh all right! Gosh, everyone's so moody this morning!" And with that, she bounded up the stairs again. In his room, Max heard Lacey slam the bathroom door shut. Then came the sounds of the shower running, and his sister singing in a comical, high pitched voice she saved for bathing. It would have made him laugh like it always did; she was such an adorable brat. But not today. Today, every thing was different. It had all changed, it seemed, just an hour ago. He'd come upstairs, on his mother's instructions, to try and get his sister out of bed. He'd burst into her room, ready to rouse her with a bucket of water if he had to. But the sight that met his eyes had stopped him in his tracks. His sister lay sprawled on her tousled sheets, utterly naked except for the strip of panties that hung low on her shapely, widespread hips. He'd drawn in air sharply, unable to move as he drank in the view of the most beautiful body, in and out of a girlie mag, that he'd ever seen in his nineteen-year old life. The covers lay abandoned on the floor by the bed, and he figured that she'd probably kicked them off sometime during the night. He found himself shutting the door behind him before stepping closer into the room, gazing down at Lacey who still slept on, oblivious to the ogling eyes of her baffled brother. Where the hell, he wondered, had Lacey grown such fantastic, melon-sized boobs? She lay on her back, her face turned to the other side, and so her magnificent breasts seemed thrust in the air, lifting high with each deep breath she took. The nipples were enormous, with fat brown aureoles, and he felt suddenly tempted to reach out, see if the crinkled little nubs would feel rough beneath his palms. Then he stopped short. The last thing in the world, he knew, was to even be standing there, gazing lustfully at his sister's naked body. But that didn't stop his eyes travelling down her flat tummy to where her widespread legs, one knee bent, bared her pale femininity to his hungry gaze. Her flimsy little underwear, mere strips, barely hid from sight the pink, hairless folds of her pussy, the lips so tightly furled it took his whole willpower to keep himself from bending forward to push them apart with suddenly twitching fingers, to discover more of her deep-set secrets... Stop it, Max! She's your sister! a tiny voice snapped him out of his daze of lust, and he shook his head slightly, at last reaching the bed and shaking her gently by the shoulder. Her big, pale-skinned breasts jiggled accordingly. "Lacey, wake up for goodness' sake," he said loudly, his voice somewhat squeaky to his own ears. Her skin felt soft and warm to his touch, and without thinking, he stroked his hand down her slender arm, gripping slightly. "Lacey!" She replied with a tiny snore, turning away from him and on to her stomach, snatching the rest of the air out of his lungs as he was faced with the smooth, deep tunnel of her bare back, which ended in the curve of her utterly beautiful, rounded little ass. He could see now that her panties were a thong, the strip so narrow it was almost non-existent, safely embedded in the crack of her nicely toned ass-cheeks. They were so deliciously grab-able that Max actually felt his two hands twitching. Her legs, hairless and as unblemished as the rest of her body, were just as shapely, and he longed to stroke their seemingly endless length down to her little pretty feet. He'd always known Lacey was beautiful. She was a fitness enthusiast, was into yoga and pilates and all those stuff, and he'd thought she was pretty cool for a younger sister. But he'd never, ever, considered or even imagined her as being this freaking HOT! She had the most fuckable body he had ever seen in his life, and if she wasn't his sister, hell, he'd... Disgusted with himself at the way his mind was working, he jumped to his feet and fairly ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him and dragging in air like he'd been suffocating. He looked down at himself and discovered, to his shame, that he was sporting a huge erection poking forward in his jeans. He pressed down on it ineffectually. "Well, did you manage to get her up?" his mother had asked when he'd finally been able to return to the kitchen. What could he tell his mother, that his sister had managed to get HIM up? It would have all been so laughable if it wasn't so distressing to him, and he could only mumble a reply before burying his head in a newspaper. It was a few minutes later that Lacey appeared. And now, lying back on his own bed, staring up at the ceiling, he heard her turn off the shower, and her squeaky singing. He made himself imagine she had to be drying herself off now, rubbing the towel down her neck, round her proudly bouncy breasts, then down between her thighs... Oh shit, he thought, as he felt himself go painfully hard again. This was ridiculous. They'd been living in the same house together all their lives, they'd been best friends, worst enemies, and the tightest siblings on the planet - but he'd never been aware of her as a female, as a proper woman, until now. Lacey was all grown up, sexy as hell - and his sister. He had to keep telling himself that. He heard footsteps on the corridor, and was just in time to turn on his side to shield the bulge in his jeans when his door burst open and Lacey came in, heading straight for his wardrobe. "Don't you knock?" he heard himself ask testily, not sure if he was happy that she was here in his room, with so many of the wild thoughts going round his head about her just then. His cock seemed to be throbbing out of control just at the sight of her in the ridiculously tiny towel that barely stayed in place around her shapely body. She glanced back at him like he'd just asked the dumbest question. Which he had. No one ever knocked in their house, no one locked their doors, even while bathing. Ever since their parents had got a divorce when they were ten and eleven years old, they'd become a very tight-knit family, never hiding anything from each other. So Max felt guilty that he now had a secret he would have to keep to himself: he had the hots for his sexy sister, and no one must ever find out. "Just want to borrow a shirt, okay?" she threw over her shoulder, rifling through his clothes. She did this all the time, but Max knew that everything was changed now. From his side, at least. "Ah yes, my favourite," she said cheekily, picking out Max's most expensive dress shirt. "This would look great with my blue jeans." He began to protest, but the words became dislodged in his throat when just then, she flung off the towel and, with her back to him, shrugged on the shirt. That unexpected flash of her fresh, naked body was enough to get his rampaging hormones going, and he had to squeeze his thighs together to quell the ache in his loins. Turning to face him, she quickly did up the buttons. "Are you going to keep lying there? I just heard Mom yelling something about you getting the car out of the garage. We really need to be going soon." "Well, you're the one who overslept," he accused. "I was ready ages ago." "Yeah, sorry, I know. These days, when I fall into bed I'm out like a light and it'll take an earthquake to get me up in the morning sometimes. Must be those herbal teas I drink last thing at night," she said with a shrug as she did up the last button. The hem of the shirt reached almost to her knees, but she still looked like a sexy goddess in his over-sized shirt, her hair golden and tousled around her pretty round face. He felt the sudden urge to drag her down to the bed beside him and kiss her for ages, before tearing his shirt off her and... "Just go," he found himself telling her in a somewhat strangled voice. "I'll be out in a second." "Sure," she shrugged, heading for the door, sparing him a backward glance as she wondered what had come over him that morning. He was really acting weird. They drove to the airport soon enough, and picked up the newly arrived Mae. Mae's mother and theirs were sisters, and she usually spent a month or so of the year with them. It was the last few weeks of summer, so they were surprised to see her dressed so warmly in a long, flowing skirt, shirt and sweater. But then, Mae always dressed like a nun. She was pretty, or she would have been if she didn't wear those thick, unfashionably large pair of glasses that made her look like a spinster headmistress, although she was just a few months older than Lacey. She was a sweet-natured girl, though, and her cousins and aunt always liked having her around. Back in the house, they took her stuff to the guest room, where she always slept during her stay. Lacey helped her unpack as they tried to catch up on almost a year's worth of stories. "I've planned a lot of fun things we can do while you're here!" said Lacey, folding the last of Mae's bulky sweaters into the closet. "Shopping, picnics, parties..." Mae was shaking her head. "Dad said no parties, Lacey. Certainly not the ones you usually go to," she said with a good natured smile. Lacey threw up her hands. "You're eighteen, Mae, not eighty! When is Uncle Paul going to let you have some fun? I mean, your clothes," she waved a disparaging hand at the open wardrobe, "The way you look, both need a complete overhaul. And this year, no one is going to stop me from seeing to it myself!" "Can I at least take a shower first?" Mae grinned through her cousin's tirade. "Oh, yeah. Sure," Lacey said, and just stood there until she realised that Mae was waiting for her to leave before she'd undress. "Just..come down when you're ready," she told Mae as she headed for the door. "I could make Max take us swimming at the lake. We haven't gone since we were kids, I think." "Okay," Mae nodded, though she inwardly panicked as she realised she hadn't packed a swimsuit. She wasn't sure she even had one. But a swim sounded great, so when Lacey was finally gone, she got ready eagerly. It took some convincing to get Max to agree to take them. He claimed he had a game but Lacey talked him into driving them in the end, thanks also to their mom's cajoling. She also rustled them up a feast of a picnic, and sent them on their way. The lake was several miles out of town, wooded and secluded, and the water looked so fresh and inviting in the afternoon glare that they were all glad they decided to come. Without much ado, Lacey was the first to strip out of her clothes to reveal a skimpy, colourful bikini with mere sandwich-size triangles covering her nipples and the vee between her thighs. Max found himself swallowing convulsively at the sight of her, hiding his reaction as he offloaded the coolers from the car, not sure he really wanted anyone to notice him ogling his own sister. Mae was shedding her own clothes at a more demure pace, and left Lacey and even Max gaping when she finally stood in a pair of light, full-blown baggy shorts and an equally chunky tank top. She blushed somewhat when Lacey burst out laughing. "You're surely not going to swim in that? Oh, Mae! You'll probably sink." Max chuckled, shrugging out of his own tee shirt. He watched as his sister went to her bag and retrieved a swimsuit. "Thank goodness I always carry a spare. This should suit you, we're almost the same size." She held it out to her cousin, who made a doubtful face. "Chill out, will you! It's one of my more decent suits," Lacey assured her. "Besides, it's only us around. No one else comes around here these days." When Mae still hesitated, Lacey sighed impatiently. "Really Mae, your dad's thousands of miles away. It's not like you're about to do something bad. Just to wear a purely functional piece of clothing to go for a swim!" Mae bit on her lip. Her cousins were looking at her funny and she began to feel guilty. This was supposed to be a fun outing for them, she didn't want to be the one to try and ruin it. She took the suit from Lacey, then disappeared into the woods. Minutes later she returned to find them both treading the water, and came forward to join them, only to be stopped short by their stares. "Gosh, Mae, you look hot! Are those real?" Lacey gasped. "Those" were Mae's watermelon-sized breasts that seemed to be bursting out of the top of the one-piece swimsuit, her waist so tiny it enhanced even more the fantastic bulk of her boobs. She always wore bulky, layered clothes so neither of her cousins would have guessed she was so heavily endowed at the top. Her hips and legs weren't bad either. In fact she had an incredible body, and Lacey was impressed, if not a little jealous that her own healthy-sized boobs were outclassed by Mae's kegs. Mae blushed once again, diving swiftly into the water, hardly able to reply Lacey's question. "We are definitely going shopping tomorrow," Lacey declared. "No way you're going to wear any of the stuff you brought with you. You need to show off that gorgeous figure." Mae pushed her now wet hair back off her face, as they both stood close together in the shallow end. Unknown to her, her raised arms thrust her firm, heavy breasts forward, the deep-lined cleavage somewhat maddeningly inviting to Lacey. Without thinking, she reached forward and squeezed the rounded curves experimentally. Mae fairly jumped out of her skin. "What are you doing!" she yelped, swimming away. Lacey merely burst out laughing at her. "Just checking. I had to be absolutely sure. Fuck, they ARE real!" She turned to Max with a grin, and he actually grinned back. "I just saw some girl-on-girl action," he murmured. "Nice." His sister splashed water in his direction, and he ducked away with a laugh. Mae had never been so embarrassed in her life. Lacey grabbing her boobs like that -! It had been a shock. But what was even more of a shock was the funny little fizz of pleasure that had flowed through her at her cousin's unexpected touch. Apart from the fact that she had almost fainted, of course! She was so confused, she dived underwater. Max swam up to his sister. "Naughty," he said with fond admonishment. He had to admit to himself that it had been fun to watch. Even arousing. Imagining his sister caressing and stroking Mae's incredible tits were going to be the opening scenes of his erotic fantasies for some time to come. "If I had boobs like that, the things I would get up to...," she said musingly. His eyebrows raised. "Do tell," he said. She shrugged, swimming on her back, her own sizeable breasts tilting skywards, the nipples prominent and taut within their skimpy covering. He wondered what she would say or do if he suddenly did to her what she did to Mae. He was dying so hard to feel her tits that he felt his cock rear up in his swimming trunks. Damn, she looked so beautiful and inviting, her skin glowing with diamond water drops, her hair floating around her lovely face. If it was a sin to want his sister, then he was in deep shit. Because he wanted her like mad. "Oh, I dunno," she shrugged, and one breast almost slipped out of its vee-shaped cup. "Probably be a topless model. Star in a porno flick or two." Max's mouth hung open. Mae had resurfaced and heard Lacey's flippant reply. Her own eyes ran over Lacey's body and she found herself thinking that her cousin had a well-proportioned figure, not like hers which she felt looked ridiculous with her massive top half. Ever since she'd been thirteen and her breasts had started popping out like balloons, she had taken the extra effort to always sheathe them in solid bras that made her boobs less obvious to the undiscerning eye. "Jeez, Lacey, you can't say stuff like that! You, a porn star. Don't sound like a tart," Max said almost angrily, the thought of his sister being fucked by well-hung male co-stars making him see red. The very image made him want to hit something. He turned and headed out of the water, grabbing a towel and walking off into the woods. The two girls looked at each other in surprise. "Wow, you really got him mad. I guess he wouldn't want to think you'd be even joking about that kind of thing," Mae said quietly. "For heaven's sake, I was just kidding!" Lacey cried, suddenly fed up. "You and Max, you two really need to lighten up! Jeez!" And she too stomped out of the lake, before immediately disappearing. Mae looked around her in resignation, wondering when things had got to such a head. She really wished Lacey wasn't always so provocative about everything. First squeezing her boobs, then announcing she'd have liked to be a porn star. It might all just be her taking the piss at them, but it wasn't fair, Mae felt. Meanwhile, Lacey burst into an opening in the woods and found her brother sitting on a log, his back hunched as he dug into the soft earth underneath with his toes. She sneaked up to him, then slipped placating arms around his waist. He stiffened for some moments, then relaxed. She laid her head against his bare, broad back. "I'm sorry, Max! I didn't know you'd get so mad. I was just joking. I'm not a slut." "I know you aren't," he said quietly, trying to distract himself from the delicious feel of her cushiony breasts pressing against his back in what he knew was an innocent, sisterly embrace. "I just -- I hate it when you talk like that." "It's okay," she assured him, and pecked his cheek fondly. He was so handsome, even with that dark, brooding frown on his face. His adorable yet manly features, well-defined and somewhat aristocratic, softened at the touch of her lips on his firm jaw. "Let's go enjoy that picnic," she told him, rubbing his well-toned pecs, her hands grazing his tiny brown nipples. He drew in air at her affectionate caress, deeply shamed when his dick prodded straight out in his trunks. His face went hot as he felt sure she noticed what her nearness, her touch, was doing to him. He jumped to his feet hastily, keeping his back to her as he pretended to be dusting off dirt from the log off his thighs. Sister's Licker "You go lay out the food with Mae. She'd be wondering where we've got to." His voice was gruff to his own ears, and he almost heaved a sigh of relief when she said lightly, "Okay." And her steps receded away from the clearing. Soon he heard her calling out to Mae, and only then did he relax, looking down at his discomforting erection, pressing it down furiously. "Fuck!" he swore, hating the whole situation. For how long was he going to keep his unholy feelings from his sister, from his whole family? It wasn't going to be easy.... When he joined the two girls some time later, he found them in a light, giggling mood, laying out the food on the blanket they'd brought. He decided to make an extreme effort to act normal around Lacey from now on, no matter what. She must never, ever, suspect how much he wanted her. The next hour passed without incident, as they sunbathed after the meal. Max pretended to doze off on his side of the blanket as his sister lay some inches away, with Mae on the other end. The latter seemed to getting more at ease in her swimsuit, though Max was sure she'd never been so exposed in public before - even though it was just them. He'd have been more floored by her own impressive nudity if he wasn't already so smitten with his gorgeous sexy sister. Speaking of whom, he looked through the corner of his half-closed lids as she suddenly turned on her stomach and with a sigh, undid the knot of her bikini top, baring her back to the gentle sun's glare. Max gulped, wondering what she was up to now. The two girls were talking about some stupid soap opera on TV, and they thought he was asleep. Lacey was gushing about one of the male lead actors and how gorgeous he was. As she spoke, she casually moved again so that she lay on her back, shrugging the loose strips of her top off. Max almost choked on his next breath, still watching her from underneath his lashes. Her breasts, bare and proud, were just as beautiful as he remembered. He itched so much to reach out, just stretch out his hand and cup their full, firm mounds. But he daren't, of course. He heard Mae gasp when she looked sideways and saw her cousin without her top half. "Gosh, Lacey, what on earth!" Lacey was shrugging. "I think my boobs have got a little pale. Besides, they hardly get to see any sun." "You're such an exhibitionist!" Mae was saying with a half-disgusted flush. Though inwardly her heart was thumping at her first sight of naked boobs. She was an only girl, with three brothers. She'd never really seen a pair of breasts, and Lacey's were lovely, just the size she'd have preferred if she'd been given the choice. She felt an alien, sweet sensation creep over her body as she drank in the sight of Lacey. It was mad, but she felt attracted, even aroused - the first time in her life she'd ever felt that way. To distract herself, she pulled off her glasses and wiped them furiously. "And you're such a prude," Lacey replied promptly. She lifted her arms high, stretching luxuriantly. "I'm not ashamed of my body. Unlike some people," she added pointedly, glancing at Mae, who looked away with annoyance. "Who says I'm ashamed?" she asked, fed up with Lacey. She was happy being criticised about her clothes, her upbringing, and her principles. She was just a little shy, that was all. But she certainly wasn't a prude! She'd put on this skimpy swimsuit, hadn't she? "Then prove it. Take off your swimsuit. I dare you. See, I've taken off the rest of mine," Lacey shocked Mae (and the secretly watching Max) by saying suddenly. And true to her word, she sat up and pulled off her little bikini panties. Then she lay back, looking up with a mocking smile at her flabbergasted cousin. This was getting too much for Max. But with supreme effort, he kept up his pretence of being fast asleep, even deepening his breathing into a snore or two. But he still watched the unfolding scenario with breathless anticipation. "I'm not going to take my clothes off!" Mae exclaimed in indignation, staring with disbelief as Lacey lay naked next to her. "Prude, prude," sang Lacey, running her hands through her hair, striking a provocative pose as she lifted one knee, not caring that Max was right beside her. He was asleep, anyway, she figured. "I'm not a prude," Mae said, almost in tears. She hated being called names. She hated being treated like she was different by her peers, just because her dad had raised her and her brothers up with an iron hand. Ever since their mother had died, he'd had to bring them up on his own. If he was a little too strict then it was because he had such a huge responsibility. At least so Mae told herself. But any time she was around people like Lacey and Max, she was made to realise just how much of life she was missing. To be free, totally free, to have no inhibitions or fears, must feel so good. "You are a prude. Always was, probably always will be. Gosh, I really feel sorry for you," Lacey said, her mocking tone and pitiful look making Mae blush with shame, and then anger. She'll show Lacey. Without another word, she got to her feet, and then, quickly, as if afraid she'd change her mind if she even thought of it, Mae shrugged out of the straps of her swimsuit, and then pushed it all the way down, before kicking it away and standing there naked in front of the watching Lacey. Arms akimbo, she glared down at her open-mouthed cousin. "Now call me a prude," she dared, though inwardly she longed to place her hands to at least cover her pubic area, which was somewhat bushy, the hairs thick, brown and curly. It was an area she barely paid attention to, except to wash, and she noticed how different it was from Lacey's own pretty, shaven pick pussy. Laughing gleefully, Lacey jumped up and hugged her affectionately. "I'm so proud of you, Mae!" she exclaimed, and Mae smiled, at last relaxing. "I didn't mean to sound mean," Lacey apologized, so sweetly that her cousin forgave her everything. "I just want you to..I dunno, loosen up. We're very free in my family, and I wanted you to experience that. We'll have such fun together now, with the new you." She stepped back to view Mae's nicely formed figure, with its massive boobs, the nipples high and pert, very pink. "And you really have nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful." "Thanks," Mae smiled, shocked at how at ease she was, though she'd never been stark naked in front of anyone before. And certainly not out in the woods where any one could chance up on them. But since Lacey didn't seem worried, neither would she. But she glanced nervously at Max, who still lay there, sleeping. "What if he wakes up and finds us like this?" she asked her cousin with a worried frown. Lacey giggled. "We'll probably make him join in, as well. He can be a bit uptight at times, too." Seeing the horror on Mae's face at the idea of Max getting naked in front of them, Lacey laughed, then said mock-solemnly, "To make your initiation complete, we need to take a jump in the water. Ever gone skinny-dipping before?" Mae sent her a look that said, "What do you think?" and Lacey grinned. "There's a first time for everything. In fact, today's a day of firsts. Come on!" And tugging Mae along with her, they both, laughing, dived into the waiting pool. Max was grateful that they were gone now. It gave him the respite he sorely needed, as now he could turn on his back and ease the strain that his hard cock had been put under when he'd been lying on his stomach. It had been an effort to stay still with the sight of two of the most beautiful bodies he'd ever had the privilege to see standing before him. Despite his obvious dilemma though, he had to chuckle, as he listened to them frolic in the lake. Lacey was really making his stiff cousin loosen up. Which in itself was good, but he wondered what else Lacey would put the poor girl up to before the holidays were over. But he shrugged, realising he had his own problems. How to get these horny thoughts of Lacey off his mind. He still feigned sleep when the returned from the pool, dripping and naked. They quickly dried and dressed in their clothes, before Lacey came and woke him up. "Now who's the sleepy head!" she teased, as he faked grogginess, sitting up. "You missed a lot of fun." "Just what did I miss?" he asked lightly, standing up and stretching. He liked the way Lacey looked admiringly at him. Even Mae was regarding him a little shyly. "Um.. nothing much! But I think you'd better dress and take us home. Mom said we shouldn't stay till dark." "Okay. At least I've done my baby-sitting duty for today," he said, finding his clothes and putting them on. Both girls made indignant comments, and he merely laughed. If only they know how far from being babies he considered them. He knew what to do though, after this. He would never, ever, allow himself to be alone with his sister. Not until he was able to work out this raging lust he felt for her. Days went by, and it was easy to keep his inner vow, because being girls, they became engrossed in each other and hardly spared a thought for him as they spent the next few days shopping, sightseeing or just staying in Lacey's room talking for hours. Max generally kept out of their way, always finding some excuse to go out: with friends, for a basketball game, or to the gym, where he spent long hours venting his frustrations on the machines. But at night he had to go home and face his tormentor. She was always there, at dinner, and afterwards as they watched TV. She teased him, annoyed him as usual, but he generally ignored her. But one night, he realised he could ignore her no longer. He'd just returned from a gruelling session at the gym. Lacey and Mae were watching TV with his mom in the living room, and he greeted them breezily before pounding up the stair to the grab a shower. He was soaping himself all over vigorously, the shower running down his naked frame. The noise from the rushing water was so loud that he almost missed the sound of the bathroom door opening. "What the - ," he muttered, trying to see though the soap blinding his eyes. "Relax, it's just me," he heard Lacey say lightly, as she went to the nearby toilet seat. He heard her begin to pee noisily into the bowl. Rinsing off quickly, he finally was able to find the towel and wrap it around himself, turning to face her angrily. "What ever happened to the downstairs loo?" he asked. "You did know I was having a shower, didn't you?" "Of course," she said, regarding him in surprise. "But Mae was in that one, so Mum suggested I come up here. What's wrong? I was waiting but you were taking so freaking long." She looked somewhat hurt by his reaction, and his heart softened, though he tied the towel more securely about his waist. "Sorry. I guess I had a hard day at the gym," he said more gently, as he stepped unto the bathmat. He tried not to squirm as she scrutinised him with open admiration. "Well, it sure must be paying off. You look like something out of Men's Health. What are up to? Trying to impress a new girlfriend?" she teased, though her voice held a hint of jealousy. He laughed at that. "I don't have a girlfriend." "Yet," she added. "You never seem to have time for girls. But I'm sure you've got some of them after you." "What makes you think so?" he asked with a sigh. Lacey, always teasing. Why didn't she just go? Having her this close, with him barely dressed, was not a good idea. He'd been avoiding this kind of situation for weeks. She looked lovely, as usual. She wore a light, flowery little dress with cute little straps that were tied in knots on her bare shoulders, her blonde hair tied high in a ponytail. He had to look away from her beautiful face, going to the sink to shave his little five o'clock shadow. He had to go out again in an hour; a friend was having a birthday dinner that evening: they were all four of them going to a swanky restaurant for the occasion, and they were picking him up by eight: his friend, Josh, his girlfriend Melissa and her twin sister, Lynn. They were all in the same class. He had to be ready by eight. "Well, you're handsome, intelligent, and very charming. I would have thought they'd be bursting down our door by now," Lacey shrugged, coming to stand next to him and watch him shave. Her unexpected nearness made him go over the ritual quickly, not wanting to prolong a situation that was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He didn't reply, but splashed on some cologne. "Look, I'll have to be rushing out in a bit," he told her, already heading for the door. Her next words cut him short. "What's going on, Max? We used to be so..so close. We used to talk about things, hang out. You used to be my friend. But these days it's like you've been avoiding me." He turned around in surprise, to see her face was filled with genuine worry and sadness. He sighed. "You and Mae have been getting along so famously. So who's ignoring who?" Her eyes were wide with understanding, and she came quickly up to him. "I'm sorry if I've been neglecting you. But I just wanted Mae to feel at home. I never dreamed you'd feel left out." She reached out a hand to him, but he backed away. He saw her expression fall. "You hate me," she said suddenly in realisation, and before he could reply, she rushed blindly from the bathroom. He wanted to go after her, but he heard her bound down the stairs back to his mom and Mae. He decided he'd talk to her later. He really had to get ready for the dinner. His friends came to pick him up, and they had a nice time going through an expensive six course meal and a lot of champagne. Josh was twenty now, older than all of them. He hadn't wanted to throw a party, had preferred to spend the day with his best friend, his girl, and her sister. He'd asked Lynn along, hoping to pair the girl up with his pal. But Max hardly showed more than a token interest in Melissa's twin. Both of them were very beautiful eighteen year olds, and Josh would have been glad if his matchmaking had worked. But Max was too busy looking somewhat glum half the time, and the other half he spent getting drunk. He wondered what was biting his usually good-natured pal. Lynn was also the designated driver, so she was the only one that was sober when they finally dropped the now tipsy Max off. He waved his friends goodbye, before letting himself into the quiet house. He was glad to be home. The party had been fun, the food great, and he'd drank a bit too much, but he was happy it was finally over. He'd been so preoccupied with thoughts of Lacey, and that hurt look on her face. The only sounds he could hear now were his footsteps up the stairs. He was going past her room now, and he wondered if he should go in and talk to her, make her understand that in no way could he ever hate her. She was his sister, gosh. He loved her. Too much, it seemed. Making up his mind, he pushed open her door. But of course, she was asleep. The night light beside her bed was on, pooling her in a heavenly golden light. He called her name softly as he progressed into the room, hoping that would wake her. He longed to tell her how deeply he felt for her - and that was why he had to stay aloof sometimes. He came to stand beside the bed. She was wearing a cute little nightshirt, with a Minnie Mouse Motif on the front. But in her sleep it had hitched up to her waist, revealing the long length of her legs, and the tiny strip of her white panties. He gulped, once again ravaged by lust as his eyes locked on the vee between her slightly open legs. She was half-turned to face him, her breathing deep and steady. He knew she was dead to the world, and he knew he should leave right now. But he couldn't. He sat on the edge of the bed, right next to her right foot. Her face, half-buried in the pillow, looked so innocent and beautiful, with her thick lashes forming half-moons on her dusky cheeks. His heart swelled with adoration, even as his cock swelled with lust. Maybe it was all that champagne, or maybe it was just all these weeks of keeping himself in check. But Max suddenly realised he couldn't leave that room till he'd touched her. Made bold with desire, he reached out a hand and cupped the delicate line of her ankle, before stroking slowly, slowly up one leg. Her skin felt as smooth, as silky as it had felt that first time. Every night in the past weeks he'd fantasized about this, about being able to touch and caress her without anything or any one to stop him. And as she slept soundly beside him, he realised this might be his only chance. Watching her face the whole time, he stroked his way up her thighs, his two hands on her now. Her legs parted willingly to his gentle push, and the sight of her prim little white lace-trim made his cock rear up even more uncomfortably in his trousers. No way in hell was he going to stop now. But he was hungry to see more. With light, slow movements, not making a sound, he began to pull up the folds of her tee, till her magnificent breasts were uncovered to his gaze. He swallowed convulsively, wondering if she would awake if he kissed them, sucked them. He didn't care. If he didn't taste those fat juicy-looking nipples now, he knew he'd just die. Bending, his breath shallow and harsh in his chest, he lowered his mouth to worshipfully suckle on her right nipple, the sweetness of it hitting him fast, so fast he almost exploded on himself. His dick was straining painfully against its zipper now. Without thinking, he released the now engorged member from its tight prison, unzipping his pants and then pushing down his shorts so that his cock reared up hungrily. He stroked himself once, twice - but for now, he was more interested in touching Lacey. Abandoning his throbbing meat, he stroked her exposed body hungrily, yet gently, always afraid he might wake her. But she slept on, and he grew more confident. ... He sucked on one nipple, and then the other, kneading her firm round breasts with hands that shook with the force of his lust. Gosh, it felt so good to touch her, to taste her. Just like in his wildest dreams. His mouth slid down to her navel, even as his fingers hitched into the hem of her panties and slid them down her legs. Pushing them even further apart than ever, he bared her fleshy little pussy to his starved gaze. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Max had been with girls, of course. Lots of them. Like his sister had guessed, he was never short of a few admirers. But he'd never fallen in love, and he'd never wanted any one this bad. And none of them had seemed so lovely, so utterly fuckable, as Lacey did. He pushed gentle fingers along the folds of her pussy, grazing over the little button. For the first time, he heard her moan, and he looked up quickly, his heart thudding. She turned her head from one side to another, but that was all. She was as deeply asleep as she had been when he'd come in. Bolder with every second that passed, he bent once again, this time to lap very gently, very softly on her vagina, held open by his fingers, which stroked even as his tongue sucked and licked on her pink little pussy, the taste of her sudden wetness like nectar to his starved senses. He couldn't stop, it seemed, as he buried his face between her legs, gripping her thighs and eating out of her shaved pussy till the smell of her maddened his senses. He was sure this time that he heard a deep sigh escape her lips, but he was too engrossed in his delicious task to check if she was awake. He didn't even care, not any more. He could feel his cock grow harder and longer by the minute, and balls felt heavy and tight, almost painfully so. He licked and licked, burying his tongue deep inside, then twirling it round the pussy lips, then sucking on the tight-looking hole, slipping a finger in to fuck her gently with it. She squirmed, her legs suddenly trembling, and only them did he glance up to look at her face. Her eyes were tightly closed, and he could tell that she was still asleep, and he was amazed, but it only heightened the fantastic pleasure all this was giving him. He wondered at his nerve, wondered what the hell would happen if she suddenly opened her eyes and realised what he was doing. But it all felt so good that he didn't care. Not anymore. Sister's Licker She was tossing her head from side to side now, and he kept watching her, even as he went on with his licking and sucking, one hand reaching up to caress one breast, and then the other. His cock was screaming to be buried inside her, but even in his half-drunken state, he knew he'd never go that far. He'd just wanted a taste of her, and now he'd had it. And it was the best thing he'd ever experienced. He knew when she came. It was sudden, and ended quickly. He'd been suckling on her clit, the two fingers he now had in her pussy dancing in and out with a rhythm that matched his now fast, heavy breathing. His eyes never leaving her face, he watched as her whole body seemed to shudder convulsively for a second, her expression almost pained, though her eyes never opened. In moments she'd calmed down again, her legs going slack. The urge to penetrate her was at its most maddening right then, with her pussy dripping its juices and her thighs wide open and unresisting. But he managed to control himself, licking up every drop of her moistness, before gently pulling up her panties and covering her body with the nightshirt. He left quickly after that, going to his room and spending the next few minutes jacking off and falling into a dazed, happy sleep.