44 comments/ 182133 views/ 256 favorites Splintered By: SarCatsm Author's note: All characters in the story are eighteen years or older. All sexual acts are both fictional and consensual. Splintered I can name at least seven ways to remove a splinter. If it's not too deep in, and the end is sticking out, you can use tweezers or tape-- glue will work too, if you wait for it to dry. If it is, I've found that the best way to get it out is to apply baking soda, drawing salve, or even a potato (Gramps taught me that one). It'll pop right out, no fuss and just a little muss. Unfortunately sometimes even that won't work, or maybe you're just a tough guy who doesn't mind a little blood. If that's the case, you can apply pressure to one end of the splinter by piercing the skin with a sewing needle (sterilized of course, unless you want a sore finger and tetanus) and pressing down. Or you can take a razor blade and cut it out. But of course, when that sliver of wood jams into your fingertip, none of those things run through your brain. The first thing you always do is hiss like a bitch and squeeze your hand like a little kid who just touched the stovetop. "Fuck!" As I startled and recoiled from a pair of tickling hands, a splinter stabbed into my finger. The fragmented board I'd been trying to remove from the broken gate smacked back against its post as I pulled away and whirled on my assailant. In a pair of aviator sunglasses and some sort of sandals with heels, my little sister looked more like she'd just arrived from L.A than from a college town in Pennsylvania. Her head was thrown back in laughter. "You're still ticklish?" Katelyn exclaimed, clapping her hands together in amusement. "That's awesome!" I glared, torn between shoving my injured finger in my mouth and brushing it off like it was nothing. "I'm not. You should just warn people before sneaking up on em." Though I couldn't see through her dark glasses, I knew she was rolling her eyes by the way she looked up at the sky. "I didn't sneak up on you. I said your name twice, you just didn't hear me." "Whatever," I grumbled, brushing my hands off on my pants and trying not to wince when my ring finger throbbed. "When did you get in?" "Just now," Katelyn grinned, pointing her thumb back towards the house. "Tina said you were down here fixing the fence, so I put my bags in my room and headed this way-- well-- I went to see the new lambs first, but you know what I mean." At the thought of her squealing over the newest lambs in my family's flock, the corner of my mouth twitched upwards. my little sister was always in love with the babies, sneaking them treats when our dad wasn't looking. It was like her to go see the lambs before her only brother. "Yeah," I sighed, glancing at the gate I'd been attempting to patch up. "Patrick thinks it was a drunk driver, but we'll never know for sure. We're just lucky he came in early today and saw it before we let the flock out." "Well, if you've got them penned in, just fix it later," she insisted. "Come on, Daniel, I haven't been here since Christmas break. I missed you. You see more of those sheep than you see of me anyways." I reached into my back pocket for my phone and checked the time. It was getting close to noon anyways, the hottest part of the day, and I was already sweating my balls off. "Sure. Is Tina making lunch?" "Yeah, she's mixing up the chicken salad now." Katelyn squinted against the sunlight and started fanning herself. Her hair had already been pulled off her shoulders into a ponytail, and I could see beads of perspiration breaking out on her forehead. "Let's eat and go for a quick swim. The pool at school has been out of service practically since it opened last month." I snorted and gathered my tools, gesturing for her to lead the way back to the house. "All that money Dad's paying for your fancy art school and their pool isn't even working? What a waste of tuition." "It's practically criminal, right?" She shook her head mournfully as she trudged down the gravel driveway, somehow managing to keep her balance in those shoes. My eyes traveled from her talented ankles up her slim legs, which were encased in a pair of tights patterned with some tribal print. Kate's sense of fashion had always been a little weird to me, but if stretchy African pants and button down denim tanks were what was cool back in Pennsylvania, I guessed that was her business. The way the tribal pattern stretched across her butt was interesting, though, and I quickly scolded myself and looked away with a twinge of guilt. My little sister was no doubt the attractive farmer's daughter they wrote about in country songs. Of course, I didn't notice it until her sweet sixteen, when I accidentally broke my best friend's nose for requesting to do something unmentionable to her. Until then, she'd been my dorky baby sister, two years younger and infinitely more innocent. She had more freckles back then, and her curls were more springs than the soft waves she'd somehow obtained during her senior year. I'd seen her in braces and manure both, but after Hollis asked if he could take her to the barn after the party, all I could see was the length of her hems, the cuts of her blouses. It was my brotherly duty, I told myself. So even after she graduated and left for college, when she supposedly was able to take care of herself, I still noticed things-- like the swell of her breasts in a sweater, or the deep curve of her waist. And if I thought the tights were bad, the bikini she laced herself in after lunch was worse. When she came bouncing down the stairs in a pair of flip flops and cut-off shorts, still securing the bikini ties behind her head, I nearly choked on my chicken salad sandwich. "What is that?" I coughed, pointing accusingly at the black script curling up from the waistband of her shorts. Behind me, Tina looked up from the sink where she was washing dishes. "Is that a tattoo?" Kate looked down and then back up at us. "Yeah, I've had it for like a year. I haven't mentioned it before?" "No, you haven't," I shot back, my eyes cutting to Tina's teenage son. He'd been picking on his plate of chips when Katelyn had started down the stairs, but now he was paused mid-chew, his eyes fixed on my sister's midriff. In his defense, the smooth plane of her stomach was distracting enough, but the tattoo brought attention to just how low her shorts were sitting. But the sight of him gaping made my blood boil anyways. "Chill, Danny, it's just a tattoo." She rolled her eyes and approached the table, picking a chip off of Keenan's plate. Up close, I could see that the swirly script read, "Let it be." Keenan swallowed hard. I looked over my shoulder, expecting some help from Tina, but she simply shrugged and went back to washing dishes. I was appalled. Tina was like our second mother. She and her husband Patrick had been working on our parents' farm since Katelyn was in diapers. The whole day continued in that fashion. We took Keenan to the river behind our house to swim with us, and I spent the entire afternoon watching him drool over my sister. It didn't help that she insisted on trying to dunk the both of us, which caused her to constantly press her boobs against my back and neck. Though it wasn't bothersome for me, it was aggravating to watch the blush on Keenan's face. Kate's tits were small, but perfectly shaped and extremely rousing. I ended up fixing the fence in the dark because Kate wouldn't let me go without wanting to tell me this story or ask for help unpacking. It wasn't until Patrick and Tina were leaving that she finally decided to retire upstairs and leave me alone. It was the most she'd spoken to me since she'd left for art school two years ago. I decided not to comment on the strangeness. I awoke to the smell of bacon wafting through the air, which was weird, because my six am alarm hadn't screeched yet and my mom never cooked breakfast. After a moment of sleepy befuddlement, I remembered that my parents had left for their anniversary cruise, and that Kate had come home to help me with the farm for the week. Rubbing my eyes and kicking off my blankets, I stumbled downstairs to find my sister swearing over a skillet. "Damn it!" she muttered, and I squinted to see what she was scraping with a spatula. "Son of a bitch." "Whatcha doin?" I asked slowly, rubbing the back of my neck as I entered the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder at me with exasperation. "I was trying to make pancakes, but first they wouldn't set and now they're burning and sticking to the pan." Glancing at the bowl of batter and the overturned box of Bisquick mix on the counter, I grinned sleepily. "Need a hand?" She dropped the spatula and let go of the skillet with her hands in the air, like a convict facing down a policeman. With a sigh of disgust and frustration, she stepped away and fell into one of the chairs at the table. I scraped the remains of her burned pancake into the trash and pulled the nonstick spray from the cabinet. "Didn't think you'd be up until noon," I told her, spooning batter into the pan. Kate was an infamously late sleeper, more of a night owl than anyone else in our family. "Couldn't sleep," she grumbled, and I heard her chewing on bacon behind me. "Unfamiliar bed." "Sorry." After she moved out, Kate's bedroom had been turned into Mom's craft room. My sister's bed went with her to her new apartment and the room she was sleeping in now was the guest bedroom. The mattress was more springs than cushion. "I had something I wanted to talk to you about," she began as I flipped the first couple of pancakes onto the plate she'd set out next to the stove. "So I was going to make dinner anyways, but I guess breakfast works too." My curiosity peaked. My sister and I had always been extremely close, but after she left for art school, our conversations weren't as common as they used to be. "What is it?" I could sense her hesitance. "Well. I told you yesterday I'm supposed to be working on my final pieces for classes this week, right?" "Yeah?" She'd gone on and on about it, actually. Her last days of classes would be the week she got back to Pennsylvania, but our parents had insisted that she come down so it wouldn't be just me and Patrick running the place during the day. "Well, I was wondering if you'd-- um-- be my model for one of my drawing series." The way she asked, I could tell she was trying to play it off as if it was no big thing, but her nervousness was obvious. "Of course," I answered, a little flattered actually. Though I'd seen my sister's art all over the house, I'd never seen her do portraits before, much less one of myself. The paintings that littered our walls were mostly of sheep, with the occasional abstract thrown in. "I'd love to." She was quiet, which was strange. I deposited the next two pancakes onto the plate before looking over my shoulder at her. Her pretty mouth was curled into a frown, and her big blue eyes were boring holes into the plate of bacon on the table. "Hey," I said, tilting my head to try and distract her gaze. "It'll be fine. You'll get it done in time." Kate winced. "Actually, the thing is, it's for my Drawing Human Anatomy class. All of our models have to be... nude." While my brain took a moment to catch up with my ears, she looked up through her lashes with embarrassment. I blinked and turned back to the bowl of pancake batter, suddenly too horrified to make eye contact with her. "Oh. I didn't know. You can't use, like, pictures off the internet or something?" "It's my final," she stressed. "And even if I wanted to, we have to submit signed copies of our models fully dressed. Consent reasons." I deposited pancake batter into the pan, stammering on a reply. "Well that's different, you know?" The thought of being naked in front of my kid sister made me feel weird, even if we had taken baths together until she was five. I hadn't even had a girlfriend to see me naked in almost a year, much less someone I didn't plan on sleeping with. "I mean, I'm honored and everything, but that's just-- I think that would be weird, you know?" She laughed nervously behind me, and I swallowed. "No, I know. I just don't really know many people around here anymore, so I... Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out." I heard the sound of the chair scraping the floor as she stood from the table. When I turned around to say something else to her, I just caught the last of her slender legs escaping to the second floor. I didn't see her again for several hours, and when I did, it was after Patrick and Tina had arrived. She was working on scouring the last of the fleece that had been shorn last month. We'd grown up on this farm, Kate and I, and even though she'd hardly touched the sheep in two years, she seemed to slip back in the familiar routine without a hitch. Our shepherd dog, fondly named "Useless" by my Dad, ran playfully around her feet as she worked at the large tubs. Patrick and I spent our time feeding the flock and milking the ewes, which was plenty for a morning's work. On the farm's official computer inside, Tina worked on the paperwork that was normally my mother's responsibility. Before Kate came along, our parents farm-- which was our grandparents' before that-- farmed sheep for their meat along with their milk and wool. After Kate, though, and the screaming fit she threw when she figured out her favorite lamb was being sent to the butcher house, our family began strictly producing dairy and wool. It was a simple, unappreciated life, but one our family had lived for generations. I expected that my kids would work on that very same farm. Despite the laborious job, though, I didn't tire my body enough to distract myself from Kate's proposition that morning. She'd hardly glanced in my direction since, which was an unpleasant difference from her bright mood yesterday. I felt bad that she was embarrassed, because if I was honest, my reluctance to be her model wasn't as sincere as it could've been. By the time the day was winding down, I'd almost talked myself into it. It was just a couple of drawings-- not like we were going to be fooling around or anything. She wasn't asking me to jack off in front of her. It was just sitting still while she objectively drew my naked body. I glanced over my shoulder at her as I scraped mud off my boots at the side entrance. Kate was leaning over the pen to pet one of the lambs who'd come over to meet her, her ass high in the air as she reached out over the fence. Swallowing, I pulled open the door and stepped inside. She followed not long later. I was sitting down eating the spaghetti and meatballs Tina had left for dinner just as soon Kate walked in, blushing when she found me looking up at her. "Oh. Hey. That looks good." "It is," I mumbled around a mouthful of noodles. Scooting the chair in, I gestured to the pot on the stovetop. She quietly retrieved a plate from the cabinet and removed the lid from the pot, fixing herself a large serving. Then, setting it on the table, she went to the refrigerator and inspected the contents before pulling out one of my beers. "Hey," I told her even as she opened it and took a swig. "You're not twenty-one for another four months." "Sweet of you to remember, Dad," she replied smartly, sitting down and digging into the spaghetti. "If you're drinking, I'm drinking." "I'm legal," I informed her, wrapping a hand possessively around my own bottle. She shrugged, not looking up to meet my eyes. We continued to eat in silence after that. Hoping she didn't notice, I watched the way she picked around the small meatballs and wondered if she was trying to go vegetarian again. She'd tried several times since she was about fifteen, but had never quite managed to make it for very long. When I'd finished my second plate and still hadn't accumulated the desire to go up to my room, I cleared my throat awkwardly and looked towards the living room. "So I was thinking I'd be your model, if you still needed me to." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her stop mid-bite and look at me. "You don't have to, you know." It was my turn to shrug. "I mean, it's not like we haven't seen each other before. There's albums full of naked baby pictures 'round here. And we're adults." Kate nodded. "Yeah. It would be strictly professional. You could put on headphones and close your eyes if you wanted." Thinking on that, I felt a little better. Well, to the headphones. I'd probably keep my eyes open. "Okay. I'll do it." "Are you sure?" she asked, lowering her fork. Though I still couldn't meet her gaze, I knew she was staring at me with her giant blue eyes. "Yeah," I replied. "I was just kind of surprised this morning. No big deal." "Okay," she said, her tone coloring with something like excitement. "Cool. Wanna shower and change and meet in the living room in an hour?" "Sounds good," I answered, finally forcing myself to look back at her. Her plump lips were spread in a half smile, and tendrils of sweaty hair laid limply around her face. Vaguely, I wondered how I'd ever said no to her in the first place. Without saying anything else, I picked up my plate and set it in the sink, taking the rest of my beer with me upstairs. If I was going to be naked in front of my little sister in an hour, I was going to need it. When I came back downstairs, hyper aware that I was wearing only a thin pair of flannel pajama pants, Kate had rearranged the living room furniture so that the old overstuffed couch was directly in the center of the room, and our dad's recliner was pushed back in the corner. She was sitting cross-legged in that recliner, a large sketch pad sitting on her lap. Her wet hair was pulled back and twisted in a giant clip on top of her head. "You look like you smell much better," she commented as I entered the room. My mouth twisted wryly. "Thanks. You too." For a moment, we were at a loss for words, and I stood awkwardly in the doorway as she bit her lip and stared. "Um," I began, rubbing the back of my neck. "How do you want me?" I thought for a split second that I saw something glitter in her eyes, but before I could even wonder about it, she was pointing to the couch with her drawing pencil. "Just stretch out over on the couch. Let me know if it's too cold in here. No blankets for a little while." "It's fine," I told her, shuffling over. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my pajama pants, I took a steeling breath before pulling the fabric down and climbing onto the couch. Looking her in the eye so she wouldn't think I was bashful, I laid back as if she was the tv and it was just another Sunday night. "Um," she exhaled, looking down at her sketch pad and back up at me. "Okay, just let your left arm lay back behind your head-- yeah, but keep looking at me. And rest your other hand on your chest. More natural, like-- just like that. You've got really nice hands." I took her directions quietly, trying to think on anything except the fact that my penis was within her line of sight. In theory, I guess all guys like to think they have a pretty impressive package, but it wasn't something one generally wanted to think about when his little sister was about to spend an hour or so staring at it. In an attempt to lighten the mood, I pursed my lips and whispered, "Draw me like one of your French girls." It had the effect I'd hoped it would, making her laugh and shake her head. "Don't do that with your face or my professor will think you're gay." "Well, what does your professor look like?" I wondered aloud, furrowing my brow thoughtfully. "Are we talking hot, artsy, beret-wearing professor? Or bald, bearded, aging professor?" "Bald and bearded. Now stop moving your face." Splintered After a few moments of adjusting me, Kate repositioned herself in the chair and leaned over her drawing pad. At first I tried to think of the to-do list I had to accomplish tomorrow, regretting not bringing down my headphones, but after several minutes of quiet, I just tried to relax and watch her watching me. It was easier than I thought, once we got past the awkward conversation part. Her eyes seemed almost squirrel-like, darting back and forth between me and the paper, while her drawing hand was smooth and graceful. It reminded me of sunny afternoons in the pen, stretched out drinking sodas while Hollis and I played cards and Kate doodled sheep. The way she held the pencil was the same. Her long, slender fingers cradled the pencil like something precious, just barely curling enough to hold it in place. I let myself zone out watching her hand, listening to the light scratchings of her drawing. After a little while, I realized why she'd asked about the temperature-- my arms were breaking out in gooseflesh, but I didn't complain. Instead, I grit my teeth and focused on something else-- for instance, the cleavage spilling over the neckline of her camisole. I didn't try and chalk it up to brotherly duty or look away out of guilt for once. If she could see all of me for her drawing, I could watch the creamy skin of her tits as she leaned over the paper. There were a few freckles there that hadn't faded away completely and I realized as I stared that I'd memorized them after so many years of watching my sister's breasts. I thought about swimming in the creek yesterday, feeling those soft tits sliding up and down my back as she dunked me and demanded piggy back rides. She'd latched on like a parasite, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. Even in the lukewarm water, I could feel the heat of her behind me. Especially the spot pressed against the small of my back. Suddenly, I felt my dick twitching in response to the thought, and I coughed both in surprise and to cover the tiny action. Berating myself, I tried to redirect my thoughts, but they only flickered back to the sight of Kate's tattoo hiding beneath the low-slung waist of her shorts. In my mind's eye, I saw the tan leanness of her stomach, the slight curve of her hipbones, the top button of her shorts that she'd left undone. Before I could stop myself, I was thinking of pulling the zipper down and revealing the entirety of that tiny piece of art she'd branded into her skin. I wanted to see just how far it reached. I panicked as I felt myself hardening, twisting my hips to hide the evidence of my arousal. Pressing my erection into the back of the couch, I frantically attempted to think of sheep. My version of baseball. Smelly sheep, dirty sheep, sheep with bits of shit tangled in their fleece. "Danny, what are you doing?" she whined, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "I'm hardly done with the basic shapes." "Cramp," I lied, twisting away from her sight. Of course, my dick, not being intelligent in its own right, only responded to the pressure of the couch pillows with an enthusiastic throb. "Well, shake it out and lean back this way," she demanded, transferring the pencil to her other hand and shaking her own arm in demonstration. I'd seen her do the same thing dozens of times while she drew. Though this time, of course, my brain chose to focus on the way the action made her perfectly shaped boobs jiggle slightly. "I can't," I told her, gritting my teeth in chagrin. "It's a little bit worse than that." "Did you pull something earlier?" Kate tilted her head at me. "I can get you some ice." "No," I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut. "I just..." Twisting my hips back in her direction, I let her see my awful erection. "Oh," was all I heard her say. "Oh." "Yeah, I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something. Just give me a minute." Sheep giving birth, lambs covered in ewe gunk, mucking out afterbirth... I looked at the ceiling in hopes that the off-putting thoughts would kick in sooner rather than later, reaching down to cover the proof of my lustful thoughts. "If you need to, um, take care of that, I can step in the other room. I don't mind." Her voice sounded small, but firm. "We can be adults about this." I shook my head and swallowed. "No, I'll fix it." Feeling ridiculous trying to stand up while covering my junk, I ambled off the couch and tried to put her out of my eyesight. As I was walking through the kitchen to the bathroom, though, I heard her giggle. I stopped in my tracks, looking over my shoulder accusingly. "Are you laughing at me?" She instantly pulled her lips in, attempting to look sobered, but the glint of amusement was still in her eyes. "No. Well, yes." Her cheeks twitched as she tried to contain her smile. "But I'm laughing at your situation, not your... situation." Burying her teeth in the soft plumpness of her lower lip, she gave me a conspiratorial wink. "Your situation is actually quite impressive." My brain slammed on the breaks, my cock responding to the impish look on my little sister's face. At a loss for words, I merely shook my head and disappeared into the bathroom, trying to understand why my mouth had suddenly gone so dry. I shut and locked the door behind me. Once Kate was out of my sight, I leaned against the bathroom counter and squeezed my dick almost in punishment. I had to hold back a groan, and I quickly began to beat myself to the thought of her biting her lower lip. With just a bit more than a little guilt, I imagined those pink lips wrapped around my cock, bobbing up and down in a sloppy, hungry rhythm. I pictured those artist's hands wrapped around me, cupping my balls, turning that delicate pencil grip into a teasing fist. In the back of my brain, I knew it was so wrong to be imagining my little sister while I masturbated, but her mischievous wink had sparked such dirty images in my mind. My breathing grew heavy, and my chin dropped to my chest as I felt myself reaching the edge. I thought I heard a rustling outside the door, but I brushed it off as my imagination. Then, though, I saw shadows dancing in the crack beneath the doorway. Was that Kate? Was she listening outside the door? With that thought, my cock exploded, and I bit my hand to muffle my orgasm. I was shocked at how quickly I'd come just by thinking of my sister. Beneath the door, the shadows fluttered and then disappeared. Still struck with awe, I took a moment to just breathe before tearing off some toilet paper to clean up my mess. When I emerged from the bathroom and crossed through the kitchen, I found Kate in the same position I'd left her in. There was no impish gleam in her expression, no evidence she'd been hiding outside the bathroom door. It almost seemed like the shadows had been all in my head. "Sorry," I said as I took my place on the couch again. After what she'd said about my cock, I didn't bother feeling shy about it. If anything, I felt a little proud to have my body displayed before her. I wasn't a weight-lifter or anything, but running a farm was hard labor, and I knew my previous girlfriends had been fans of my physique. I resumed my previous position, not missing the way her eyes swept over my body before blinking and returning to her drawing pad. The rest of our session went by in uneventful monotony. After a while, my muscles started to actually cramp, and it felt like forever before she finally stood up, setting down the drawing pad and stretching her arms over her head. Her camisole came up a little bit as she did so, revealing part of the tattoo at her hip. "I've got everything I need for right now," she began, shaking out her sore hand. "I'll draw in the scenery later. Same time tomorrow?" I nodded and sat up, secretly excited that I'd get to spend another night watching her excuse-free. "Yeah, no problem. You headed to bed?" Kate picked up the drawing pad and collected her pencils. "Definitely. I forgot how long farm days are. I'm wiped." "Oh yeah," I remembered. "You didn't get any sleep last night." "Nope," she gave me a tired grin. "Definitely will tonight, though. See you tomorrow." With that, she exited the living room with a little wave. I heard her feet on the stairs as I stood and pulled my pajama pants back on. It felt good to be covered up again, and I grabbed another beer from the fridge before following up the same stairs. When I passed the guest room where Kate was sleeping, I paused, leaning in just slightly. Just the rustling of covers. With a strange sense of disappointment, I continued walking, my brain inexplicably looking forward to the day ahead. She was wearing a sun dress the next day. It reminded me of the days before she left for college, having my baby sister running around the farm, footloose and fancy-free. The dress was white, with an eyelet lace trim. It laced in the front, though she'd left it untied at the top, and the skirt just barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. It was very distracting, and I was glad that Tina's son had school that day. Every so often I'd look for her over my shoulder and find her somewhere across the farm smiling back at me. It was the hottest day of the year so far, and Patrick and I were almost melting in the sun. In the end, we decided to put the flock in the barn, where it would be a little cooler and not in the direct sunlight. Then since most of our work was inside after that, I didn't see much of Kate for several hours. When it started to get dark, Tina came to fetch Patrick, and though he offered to stay and help me finish with the sheep, I told him to go ahead and head out. I continued working for about a half hour after they left, and then dusted off my jeans and left the barn. Kate was in her pristine sundress, kneeling in the grass beside the house with the hose in her hand. I watched for a few moments as she splashed the cool water in her face. It looked refreshing, and in the dim light of twilight, that white dress seemed to glow. She appeared almost magical, and I found myself humming with pleasure as I watched her lift the hose to her mouth and take long sips. Closing the distance between us, I wiped my forehead with the back of my arm. "Hey." She looked up at me. By the yellowish light of the floodlights, I could see that she'd splashed water all down her front. "Hey. Want some?" I nodded and took the hose as she handed it over. I managed to get a few good swallows in without getting it everywhere, and the metallic tasting hosewater was as good as a tall cold glass of sweet tea. "I'm about ready to starve," I informed her, handing back the hose. She rolled it up and turned off the water. "I think Tina made broccoli and cheese soup," Kate replied, standing and wiping the grass off of her knees. When she straightened, I could see just how much water she'd splattered down the top of her dress, and if my eyes weren't fooling me, I could just barely make out the round pinkness of her puckering nipples. I drew my eyes up and away, feeling the desire from the night before stir low in my belly. "Sounds good," I answered with a cough. Before I could let my mind wander any further, I nodded and walked around to the side entrance of the house. Behind me, I could hear her following, and though all I wanted was to run away from her and the forbidden attraction of her young body, I held the door open for her so that she could slip inside after me. Curse my proper upraising. We ate in companionable silence. It was easy to see that she wasn't used to all this manual labor since she'd been up at college for the past two years. She practically zoned out as she ate, her spoon moving robotically to and from her mouth as she stared past my shoulder. "I think I'm gonna make some coffee," I mentioned, standing and crossing the kitchen. "Want some?" "Sure," she replied, pushing her empty bowl back. "If you're gonna go shower, will you get my drawing pad off my bed? I'm gonna stay down here." Nodding, I set the coffee maker to start and cleared our bowls off the table. "Be back in twenty." This time, while I was showering, I made sure to jack off as a preemptive. I tried to think about porn and previous lays, but all I could focus on was the sight of Kate's nipples peaking through the wet fabric of her sundress. Groaning, I pressed my forehead against the shower wall and kept my eyes on the crack under the door. No shadows this time, but the thought of pushing that white eyelet lace up and over her tanned thighs was enough to get me to finish. Satisfied, I quickly finished washing up and changed into a pair of loose shorts. Kate's drawing pad was exactly where she said it was. It had been left open to the drawing from the night before, and I recognized my naked form, though the scenery she'd drawn wasn't our country styled living room. She'd placed me in a bed, with wrinkled sheets lying around my body. My arms were stretched back over a pair of pillows instead of the arm of our couch. It looked good. It looked sexual. When I brought it downstairs with me, I'd expected to find Kate in the living room, but she was still in the kitchen, positioning one of the table chairs by the stove. My work boots had been pulled inside and set by the foot of the chair. "We working in here tonight?" I asked, handing her the drawing pad and the fancy art pencils I'd grabbed off her bedside table. "Yep." She hadn't changed clothes, though the front of her dress was drying and I couldn't make out the curves of her breasts anymore. "Just sit there and face me." I did as I was told, watching her face as I slid off my shorts. She didn't glance over, so I shrugged it off and sat in the wooden kitchen chair with my hands on my lap. It took her a few moments to get me to sit in the exact way she wanted me, but the uncomfortable air from the night before was gone. It actually felt a little charged, and I was glad I'd taken care of my dick beforehand. "So, what's college like?" I asked her while she drew. "Do you go to a bunch of ragers with your sorority? Eat Ramen and smoke pot with your roommates?" Kate snorted. "Yeah, sure, we'll go with that." After a moment, she continued. "I have a little group of friends I hang out with. Sometimes we'll go to a party but mostly we hang out at the apartment and do stuff." "What about classes?" I watched the way she gnawed on her lip as she drew, her brow furrowing with concentration. "What are those like?" "They're fun. My core classes weren't, but the art ones are great." Her eyes were staying on my torso, and she spoke as if she was hardly listening to herself talk. "Huh. Cool." I'd wanted to go to college, but my dad had hurt his back right before I graduated high school. He needed me to stay back and run the farm with him, even if he didn't say so, so I'd let college slide. It was never really a big deal, so I didn't think I'd miss it that much. It wasn't my dream, though, being one of the only guys to stay in the area while all my friends went off. But it was okay, I guessed. Kate paused. "Okay, curl your fingers a little bit." She was looking at my lap now, which made excitement thrill down my spine, but I didn't let it show. "I thought you wanted them flat yesterday?" I curled my fingers into fists on my thighs, but she screwed her mouth up like she wasn't happy with them. "No, not so tight. Looser." I followed her directions, but her expression still looked unsatisfied. She reached out her hand like she was going to point something out to me, but then she put the drawing pad on the table and moved from her chair. Kneeling between my slightly open legs, she began to fix my hands exactly as she wanted them. My breathing hitched, and I watched as she took extreme care not to touch my exposed member. I could feel her warm exhales, though, and the image of her between my naked thighs was beyond erotic. "Don't worry," I told her in an attempt at a joke. "We won't have a repeat of yesterday." The corner of her mouth twitched upwards, and I felt the ends of her dark curls brush my knees. "It's okay. It's a natural body function. And I've never seen a penis get... you know. Hard." My eyebrows skyrocketed as a strange sense of relief warmed me. "Really? You've never... been with a guy?" She shook her head, seemingly suppressing a smile. Moving her attentions from my left hand to my right, tiny sparks bit my skin where her soft fingers touched me. "No, not that far. Most guys are stupid. They're not like you." I felt my skin getting hot, a warning sign that jacking off in the shower might not have been enough. As she fidgeted with my hands, I watched her eyes dart from my fingers to my cock, and it twitched at just that little bit of attention. Kate suddenly looked up at me from beneath her eyelashes. "Danny, do you think I could touch it?" The air rushed out of my lungs, making me unable to speak, but I swallowed and nodded. It's just a girl's curiosity, I told myself. Just like little kids playing doctor. Trying very hard not to break the position she'd just placed my hands in, I held my breath as she looked back down at me and moved her gentle fingers to my dick. "The skin is so smooth," she whispered, possibly to herself. I could feel myself throbbing in her light grip, and it took everything I had not to shift my hips and press it into her hands. "It feels cool." I inhaled sharply when her thumb brushed over the head of my cock, and I grit my teeth. "Kate, if you do that, it's gonna--" "Don't worry about it," she interrupted, giving me a trial squeeze. My dick was growing quickly, throbbing with pleasure at my sister's attention. "I'm just interested. I've only seen penises in class and pornos. And yours is so big." A half-moan escaped me as she curled her fingers around me, holding it tight and beginning to move experimentally. Her breathing was growing heavy too-- I could feel it on my inner thighs, and I saw that she was shifting oddly on her knees. "Is this okay?" she exhaled, her pink tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. "I mean, I'd rather learn about them from my big brother than anyone else." "Yeah, Katie, it's fine. It's too fine, really." Her big blue eyes looked up at me curiously, and my hips surged into her hand of their own will. "Sorry. I'm trying to be still." "It feels good?" she asked, her expression a little serious. Her grip got a little firmer, and she sped up her gentle jerking motions. "Can I try to make you come?" "Oh, God, Katie." I was rock hard now, in disbelief that my little sister was jerking my cock. "If you keep doing that, you will." She gave me a small smile, leaning forward and taking my dick in both hands. From that angle, the front of her dress gaped open, and I could see the perfect curves of her small tits. The entire scene was insane, like something out of a dirty magazine. My cock hadn't been touched by a woman in a while, and having my baby sister ask if she could make me come-- I was ready to come undone, and I'd already jerked off once that night. Groaning with pleasure, I let my head fall back against the chair. My eyes slid over to the kitchen door that led outside, and I wondered vaguely if I'd locked it. How awful would it be if Tina came back for something she'd forgotten and found me naked with Kate kneeling between my legs. That was when I felt something warm and wet slide across my tip, and I came in surprise. I managed to look down in time to see her pull her tongue away, pausing in her jerking to watch hot cum shoot across her hands and cheek. "I'm so sorry," I stammered. Leaning forward and using my palm to wipe the ejaculate off her face. Her eyes were wide with shock and wonder, and she released my cock to touch her fingertips to her cheek. "Let me get you a paper towel," I told her, pushing back the chair and tearing off a sheet from the roll we kept on the counter. My dick was still throbbing with the after effects of my orgasm, but I tried to ignore it as I wiped the cum from her hands. Splintered "Danny," she murmured. "You missed a little." I inspected her wrists and arms. "Where? I'll get it." She looked up at me, her eyes full of something heavy and sultry. Pulling one hand away from me, she pulled down the neck of her dress to reveal a few drops of jizz in her cleavage. I cleared my throat, but did as she requested, wiping the cum from her creamy skin. "I think-- um, maybe we should finish tomorrow," I told her, gesturing at the drawing pad lying forgotten on the table. "You were really tired earlier." She smiled, looking down and laughing softly. "I had coffee." "Oh." I nodded, wondering where I'd left my shorts. "Okay." When I tried to pull my hand away from her chest, she grabbed it. "Danny, wait." With her other hand, she reached down and pulled the hem of her dress a couple centimeters higher. "Would you... do that for me now?" I thought about my fantasy in the shower, the thought of lifting that skirt and letting my hand disappear underneath. "I don't know, Katie," I answered, swallowing hard. My body was screaming yes, but some piece of rationality was trying to remind me that she was my little sister, that I wasn't supposed to want her like this. "Please, Danny?" She released my hand, but began pulling at the strings of that damned dress. Yanking until it was undone, she tugged the fabric beneath her tits and let them rest in plain sight. "Everybody at school just tries to get in my pants. You're the only guy I trust." Sighing and shaking my head, I took her hand and pulled her up. She wobbled for a second, grabbing my bicep to balance herself, but she looked at me in confusion when I sat her down in the chair I'd just been sitting in. It was that brotherly duty, I told myself again. If I didn't do this for her, she'd go get it from some sleaze. I was protecting her. Her face broke into a smile when she realized what I was doing. Biting her lip, she used both hands to pull the hem of her dress up. When I parted her knees and knelt between them, I noticed that her pale pink panties were stained with a darker spot of moisture. Something rumbled in my chest. Did seeing my pleasure do this to her? "Touch me," she breathed, fisting the fabric of her skirt in her hands. "Please." I couldn't resist that. Resting my palm on her upper thigh, I brushed my thumb across the wet spot. She jumped, but then exhaled in a way that felt encouraging. For a moment, I just took my time rubbing her soft mound up and down, trying to see how damp I could make her. Though she didn't say anything, her breathing got heavier and heavier, even whimpering a little when I would trace the spot right where her nub was hidden. "You sure?" I checked. My finger was resting at the edge of her panties, just barely brushing the soft hair beneath. "Yes." She nodded, even pressing her hips against my hand just slightly. Her eyes were fixed on me, wide and trusting. Not needing to be told twice, I let my finger delve beneath the wet fabric. With one hand I pulled back just a little of her underwear, just so my finger would have room to work. I could hear her breaths coming quickly as it explored her slick slit. She was fragrant, and the heady scent made me want to bury my nose there between her thighs. When I found her sopping hole and nudged inside, she jolted, making a little gasp of pleasure. "You're um," I had to squirm a bit to fit my finger inside. "You're really tight, Katie." She began to twist and arch, her breathing turning into heavy pants as I eased in and out of her. I supposed that if she'd never seen a guy's cock, she'd probably never let one do this to her either, and I felt heated with pride. I was the first person to be inside my baby sister. Just as it should've been. "Even your fingers are big," she murmured, her mouth falling open as her eyes squeezed shut. Curling inside of her, I found that rough spot I knew she'd enjoy and began to rub it quickly. Kate nearly launched off of the chair. Her hand snatched mine, holding it into place against her pussy. "Oh. Right there. That feels good." Unable to resist, I lowered my face and began to press kisses against the insides of her thighs. They were quivering, flexing and relaxing as she grinded against my hand. Even in my wildest relationships, I'd never experienced something so erotic as this. I wondered how I'd even be able to sleep that night. "Do you ever touch yourself like this?" I wondered, not bothering to apologize or ask if it was a rude question. She'd talked to me the day before about 'taking care' of my erection. It was fair that I ask her about her own masturbatory habits. "Sometimes," she admitted. "Last night. But it feels better when you do it." I had an idea, and Kate made a noise of protest as I withdrew my finger and stood. Her azure orbs watched me desperately as I reached behind me and pulled the chair she'd been drawing in over. I sat it just in front of her and lowered myself into it. Then I leaned over and lifted her legs over my knees, so that her thighs were splayed open and she was almost laying across the chair. I saw the confusion in her expression replaced with bliss as I buried my finger back inside her hot pussy. In this position, I was able to reach over with my free hand and take one of her perfect tits. "Oh, Danny," she mewled, her eyes screwing shut. I rolled her pretty pink nipple between my fingertips, the edge of my mouth lifting as I watched her chest heaving with pleasure. "This feels so wrong. But so amazing." I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Do you want to come, Katie?" I whispered, tugging on her nipple. "I can do that for you." She nodded quickly, gripping my wrists in her hands. Her inner muscles were clamping down on me, and my mind was suddenly invaded with the thought of shoving my thick cock into that tight hole. My hand was slippery with her juices, and I thought about how easy it would be for me slide inside. I'd just have to pull her forward a few inches and my head would be at her entrance. Shaking my head of the thought, I slipped my thumb beneath her panties to join my index finger. After some quick searching, it found her clit and began to tease in slow circles. Kate's gasps of ecstasy became more guttural, and she began thrusting against my hand. The sight was so illicit, so damn sexy. I leaned over to take her ignored nipple between my lips. "Oh, Danny," she begged. "Oh, Danny. Yes. Please. Oh, Danny." I forced a second finger into her pussy and began pumping her as quickly as I could. She screamed, gasping my name, and I could feel her entire body convulsing as she came all over my hand. Her walls fluttered and spasmed around my fingers, and her nails dug into my wrists. Even after I'd slowed my hand, I kept her pinned against the chair with my body and mouth. I sucked and lapped at her nipples, savoring the sweet taste of the sensitive skin. She went slack, her chest rising and falling heavily. "Where did you learn that?" she asked, releasing my wrists and letting her hands fall to either side of her hips. "I didn't expect that would be so..." She was distracted by another yelp of pleasure as I slowly extracted my fingers. I sat up, resting my juice-soaked hand on my knee. I was tempted to lick it clean, to see if she tasted as good as she smelled, but that might have set her off, so I exerted every ounce of self control I had. "I've just picked it up over the years," I answered, my brain too focused on the incredibility of what had just happened to think on details. "I think I was... fifteen? No, fourteen, when I first did that." Judging by the expression on her face, she went somewhere else, and after a few moments of quiet, she sat up and righted her skirts, smoothing her hands over the lace. Her cheeks were flushed, her forehead glistening with sweat, and if I wasn't mistaken, her lower lip looked swollen. As if she'd been biting it as hard as she could. "Do you want to finish your drawing?" I asked, scooting my chair back a little. Kate nodded. "Yeah. I think I can focus now." We switched chairs, an exhausted contentedness laying over us as we finished the sketch. I felt almost buzzed, as if I'd had one too many beers. Vaguely I wondered if things would be awkward again, but I actually felt more relaxed. I didn't feel like a thirsty man in a desert while I watched her watching me. When she announced she was finished, twenty or thirty minutes later, she folded the drawing pad closed and stood up. I noticed that she had to grab the table to steady herself, and my lips twitched with amusement. "I'm all done for tonight," she told me. "Same time tomorrow?" "Same time tomorrow," I agreed. I leaned over to grab my shorts off the floor. She turned towards the stairs to leave, but paused and looked back at me. "If you don't mind, I think I'd like to do that again tomorrow too." My eyes scraped down her body, taking in the exposing way her blouse was untied, the creases of her skirt where her hands had been fisted. She looked absolutely sinful in that bright white dress, and I had another dark thought of sticking my dick inside her. I nodded. "Yeah, we can do that again tomorrow. If you want." I was sure Patrick knew something was up, but he didn't say anything to me. He just kind of watched me curiously out of the side of his eye as we worked, as if he wanted to ask me something but couldn't. I tried to play it cool, ignoring Kate if I saw her around during the day, but I couldn't help but glance at her ass in her short denim shorts, or the way her tie-dye tank top was slashed in the back to show off the curve of her spine and her white bra clasp. I wondered if maybe Patrick caught me stealing looks. I wondered if maybe I was just being paranoid. The day went by painfully slow. Tuesdays were shipping days, which meant we all spent most of our time wrapping, labeling, and boxing product in the morning. It was tedious work, and extremely boring. I thought I might catch Kate at lunch, but Tina told me she'd gone upstairs to work on schoolwork. As I choked down a couple of cheeseburgers, I pictured she was working on our drawings. "You okay?" Tina asked me, her brow furrowed and one hand on her wide hip. "You been staring at the chair for the past ten minutes." I blinked, realizing she was right. I'd been reliving the previous night in my head, my eyes fixed on the kitchen chair that I'd made my little sister orgasm in. Was that her first orgasm? I made a note to ask. "What? Oh, I'm fine. Thinkin' bout other stuff." "If you say," she said with a sigh, shaking her head and turning back to the stove. I smiled to myself. Fine. I was definitely fine. I was finer than I'd been in months. That night, Kate and I seemed to have some unspoken agreement to inhale our dinner. It only took minutes for us to clear our plates and agree that it was early enough to start drawing. We both disappeared upstairs with a beer each, and I showered like a madman. I didn't bother jerking off this time, but my cock was already getting hard just thinking about what we'd agreed to repeat. I beat her downstairs. My beer wasn't even half empty, so I sat at the table and nursed it until Kate joined me. When I was almost finished with it, I heard her on the stairs behind me. Turning around, I choked, inhaling beer at the sight of my baby sister in a towel that just barely covered everything. She reddened when I saw her. "I just thought, if you're going to be naked, maybe I should be too." Her blush was more intoxicating than the beer in my hand, and I couldn't help but watch the generous expanses of skin revealed with every step she took. Though she didn't remove the scrap of fabric knotted around her, Kate gave me a provocative glance from beneath her lashes and took her place in our father's recliner. The way she curled in the chair brought my attention to the creamy length of her thighs and the just-barely-visible curve of her ass. Between the amount of skin she'd bared and the looks we kept exchanging it didn't take long before she asked if we could take a break. Proud of myself for keeping my penis under control for as long as I had, I happily agreed. She'd had me standing in the living room for this drawing, half twisting to look back at her. It was by far the least comfortable of the positions she'd put me in so far, and I was glad to be able to sit on the couch and rest my muscles. Still in her teeny towel, Kate set the pad down on the floor and crossed the room, sitting on her knees on the couch next to me. "I was thinking last night," she began, not meeting my eye. "You seemed to really respond well when I-- er-- licked you. And you already taught me how to give a handjob, so I was wondering if I could..." She didn't finish her sentence, looking up at me and letting me fill in the blank. On one hand, I felt a little uneasy. Handjobs were one thing. Letting her put her mouth on me was another. In the end, I nodded, and she leaned over my lap, taking my cock in her hands. It was only seconds before I was hard and throbbing for her, and she looked up at me before continuing. "As long as it's what you want," I told her. At my reassurance, she looked back at my dick, and soon I felt her hot, wet tongue lapping at my shaft. Her little licks were unsure, a little awkward, but it only reminded me that I would be her first for this. "Put it in your mouth," I murmured. Hopefully she knew well enough not to use teeth. I felt the heat of her closing over my cock and I groaned. She was holding it firmly at the base, and her lips pressed tightly around me. After a moment of getting her bearings, she began to bob up and down, cradling my length in her tongue like a pro. All the blood in my body was rushing to my cock, and I moved her still-wet hair away from her face so I could see what it looked like with my dick between her virgin lips. Kate lowered herself as far as she could go on me, and I rested my left hand on the back of her head, holding her there just for a moment. Her expression contorted with a bit of discomfort, but she didn't struggle, and the sight of it made it near impossible not to start fucking her face. After a couple of seconds, she gagged, and I let her up for air. She gasped for a couple breaths, but immediately went back to my cock, pressing the flat of her tongue against my tip. "Yes, Katie, that's right," I hissed. "So fucking wrong, sucking your big brother's cock like that." The knot of her towel was coming undone, and I reached up to yank it off. She shifted, apparently embarrassed at being exposed, but she settled at the sound of my sigh of awe. "You have an amazing body," I whispered, brushing my fingertips down the length of her spine. They wandered over the curve of her ass, dipping into the valley there and brushing across her puckered asshole before finding the wet heat they were searching for. She moaned, the noise muffled by the cock stuffed in her mouth. The vibrations of it made me growl in response, and I teased the wet entrance of her young, hungry pussy. It pulled and clawed at my finger enthusiastically, and before I had the chance to play with her, she forced her ass back against me so that she took all of it. I couldn't quite reach the angles I could last night, or focus as well with her novice mouth sucking me in, but I gave her what she wanted, gently finger-fucking her tight hole. It seemed to distract her too, since her work became sloppier, but just looking at her perfect figure bent over my dick made up for it. Her soft little tits bounced in time with the quickening bobbing of her head, and I felt my arousal tightening impossibly in my groin. "Sis, sweetie," I groaned, using my free hair to tug lightly at her hair. "I'm about to come. Use your hand." She either didn't hear me or didn't listen, tightening her grip on my cock and sucking like she was trying to pull the cum straight from my balls. "Sis," I breathed again, my hips involuntarily trying to match her mouth's pattern. "Katie. Kate, sit up. Use your hand." "Mm-mm," she tried to say, and a part of me panicked. "Kate, you're going to make me come. Katie, wait-- Ugh!" It was too late. She'd used her free hand to cup my balls and it was too much for my system to handle. I growled with irritation and pleasure, watching her eyes widen as she gagged and coughed on the load of cum shooting into her mouth. I saw stars as waves of euphoria beat at me, and I swore as she pulled away and caught a thick rope of semen across her face. When I was able to uncurl my toes and catch my breath, I halfway expected her to be grossed out and annoyed, but she was smiling. Her expression was almost triumphant. "That wasn't half as bad as Callie made it out to be," she half-laughed. "You didn't have to do that," I told her sternly. Kate rolled her eyes, sitting back and effectively dislodging my fingers from her pussy. "I just wanted to try it," she explained. "And it doesn't taste bad. Does make my throat feel kind of bizarre, though." I wanted to get up so I could get her a paper towel, but there was cum all over my lap, and I didn't want to get it all over the couch. At least the image of my jizz on her face wasn't a completely off-putting one. "Can you bring me a towel or something?" I asked, and she promptly crawled off the couch and disappeared into the kitchen. She returned with a paper napkin in her hand. Her face was already clean, and she was smiling contently as she wiped up the mess we'd made. I noticed she took extra care in cleaning my sensitive head, something I was grateful for. For a moment, I wondered if she expected me to or wanted me to make a move for her, but after throwing away the napkin, she just took her drawing pad back up and ordered me back into position. "I'm not saying I want to," I began uncertainly as I took up my uncomfortable pose. "But did you want me to do that to you too? Like yesterday?" Kate shook her head, her eyes fixed on the sketch. "No, that's, um. That's okay." The way she wouldn't meet my gaze, I wondered if I'd done something to put her off, but I wasn't going to push the subject. There were some lines I was okay with drawing. I let the topic die and resumed my temporary job as a part time nude model. I'd already been asleep for a couple of hours when I heard Kate's signature knock. It was one we used to share when we were kids and she'd sneak into my room. Sometimes it was nightmares, sometimes it was noises outside, but I was used to that familiar three-knock combo when she wanted to talk or just not be alone. I rolled over, squinting in the dark to make out her sheepish expression. "Hey." My voice was thick with sleep. "S'goin on?" "Unfamiliar bed," she shrugged. "Can't sleep." I nodded, too tired to argue, and scooted to the side of the bed. She shut the door and padded across the hardwood floor. The old bed creaked under her weight as she crawled in and shimmied under the quilt. For a few minutes, I drifted in and out of sleep as she tossed and turned. I almost wanted to get up and go sleep in the guest bed myself, but I wasn't about to be run out of my own room, so I stubbornly buried my face in the pillow and sighed. "Danny?" she whispered. "Are you awake?" "Unfortunately," I muttered back. "Do you think you could hold me?" I groaned, then sighed again. Then I rolled over and threw my arm over her waist, drawing her into my chest. The quilt rustled with her shifting as she wedged herself into my arms, pressing her back into me. That did seem to help. She settled down, and her breathing evened out. I didn't even remember falling back asleep. Her groping hand woke me, fumbling in the crevice between her firm little ass and my groin before it found the rock hard erection between them. "Kate?" I mumbled, my face buried in curls scented with some girly shampoo.