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The Shy One Ch. 01

By: Rob_mDear



Desire

The tip of Lisa's tongue moved down the length of Brad's cock, then immediately back up, teasing him. She twirled her tongue around its head a few times, then descended on it with her entire mouth, surrounding him with wet fire. Brad sucked air in through his teeth, muffling his appreciation, fighting back the urge to moan. 

His little sister was just down the hall. He couldn't let her hear him.

Lisa had always given good head. It was a shame she'd decided she preferred girls as lovers. She covered Brad's cock with her mouth, running energetically up and down his length with her lips, then taking his cockhead and sucking it furiously as her hand stroked him just as vigorously. Brad felt no guilt, as far as Lisa was concerned, by imagining that Cassie was the one sucking him off. Lisa didn't care.

Brad and Lisa had been steady lovers, once, two summers ago. It hadn't lasted long. That was when Lisa had decided she was more interested in girls. At first he'd thought he was in for a summer of amazing sex whenever he wanted it. Everyone knew Lisa was a wild one. Two weeks into their affair he got the "it's not you, it's me" line, but in a way he'd never expected.

Since then she had only shown serious interest in women, although she liked sex too much to completely pass on men. At least, she didn't find them revolting.

This was a pity blow job. Brad had suffered through four weeks so far this summer without so much as a kiss from a girl. 

They were in his room at his family's summer home, at a secluded lake far north in Minnesota. When they were younger it had been great fun. Their families came here every year for weekends or weeks at a time. There were a lot of others their age around then, all in vacation houses scattered around the lake. Everyone hung out all day, swimming, sailing, sunning. As the summer wore on they would pair off, boys and girls, different couples every summer. They had their flings and their fights and their drama, along with a growing awareness of sex.

Now they were older. Brad was entering his third year of college, Lisa her last. Cassie had just finished her first. Most of their usual friends hadn't even come to the lake this year, or last. They showed up sometimes for weekends, but mostly they stayed home to work, or traveled to Europe. 

For Brad, Lisa and Cassie, though, their own families had insisted they do this, that they enjoy one last summer without responsibility. They had a whole lifetime to work, they were told. They might never have an entire summer off again, until they retired in fifty years.

Brad supposed he should be grateful, but he knew his old high school friends were all at home together. They were partying at night and on weekends. They were meeting girls. They were having more adult fun, even if they had to put in long, boring days behind a cash register or stocking shelves.

Here, there was no one to meet. There was only Lisa, and Cassie.

"It's okay with me if you imagine that I'm Cassie," Lisa said. Startled by the comment, Brad looked down to see her blue eyes twinkling mischievously at him. She wore a sly grin, then went back to kissing his cock. She slapped it against her face, as if trying to wake it up. He realized with embarrassment that he'd let his mind wander so much he hadn't entirely kept his erection.

"Just imagine Cassie's hot little mouth sucking your dick, Brad. Imagine how tight her tiny, little lips would feel around your cock."

With that, Lisa descended on him again, taking him as deeply into her throat as she could. She squeezed his cock aggressively with her hand and lips, seemingly trying to simulate the feel of Cassie's own petite mouth.

Lisa had been teasing him about Cassie for weeks. 

It was only a few days into the summer when Lisa had asked if he'd mind if she went after Cassie. She thought Cassie was hot, and Lisa couldn't stay celibate all summer. And all the other girls were already taken, by guys. 

At first Brad was stunned, but he didn't think he had any right to refuse. He didn't even think Lisa should have asked his permission, though he was glad she had. It meant their friendship was still important to her.

Brad was also sure that naive, inexperienced, young Cassie would refuse her. He was shocked at how quickly Cassie had succumbed. All it had taken was a couple of beers, a late night sitting at the lake, and suddenly Cassie and Lisa were making out, then Lisa had her hand up Cassie's shirt, and finally Cassie was moaning and squealing like a whore.

Brad himself didn't have any love options left. There were so few people at the lake this year. Everyone that was available had already paired up. Brad was soon the odd man out. The last two women left were Lisa and Cassie, both of them sexy, beautiful and unavailable. He couldn't have either, Lisa because she was his friend, and she was interested only in women, and Cassie because she was his little sister.

But then Lisa had made things worse. She had started to play games with Brad. She kissed and fucked Cassie whenever she knew Brad was around and could hear them. When they were alone, sometimes even when Cassie might hear her, she'd tell Brad what a hot little fuck his sister was. She'd go into detail, telling him about how she kissed, or how hot her pussy felt and tasted, and mostly about the wonderful noises she made when she came.

Brad had heard enough of that himself to know she wasn't lying. Lisa didn't hesitate to make Cassie come when she knew Brad was in earshot. She'd been doing it all month. Brad had heard Cassie screaming and squealing in ecstasy any number of times by now. It seemed that Lisa could almost make Cassie come just by looking at her.

Unfortunately for Brad, listening to Cassie have an orgasm was the most erotic, amazing and musical sound he had ever heard. She squealed and breathed and screamed in the best little whore soprano he'd ever imagined. He got an erection every time he heard her. He always knew he should wander away, to give them their privacy, but he always sat and listened, getting harder with every sound she made.

Brad's cock was rock hard again, now, as Lisa energetically devoured him. He could feel himself getting ready to come. Thinking about Cassie always turned him on. He almost couldn't look at his baby sister anymore without feeling aroused, now that Lisa had shown him how hot she was. He constantly pictured her when he masturbated. He heard her in his mind, coming for him. He imagined squeezing her tiny little tits, or watching them jiggle as she rode him. 

And here Lisa was, guessing at and playing to his fantasies, playing Cassie for him with her mouth on his cock.

Brad looked down at Lisa's blonde hair, bobbing up and down on his prick. He closed his eyes and leaned back to imagine Cassie there instead, squealing and sucking all at once, eager to taste her brother's cum. He saw her short, black hair falling across her clear blue eyes, just above her freckled cheeks and her button nose. Then he imagined her opening her eyes, looking at him with her usual silent, serious, piercing stare, as he came into her mouth.

Then he did. He shot a wild burst of cum into Cassie-Lisa's mouth. His cock jerked and stiffened again, pouring more cum into her, filling her with a month of liquid frustration. He lifted his hips from the mattress repeatedly, trying to drive his cock up into Lisa's throat. Lisa kept the head of his cock in her mouth throughout his convulsions, taking every single drop. Brad wanted to say Cassie's name out loud, but bit it back.

He settled down, catching his breath. He opened his eyes to look down the length of his body toward Lisa. His muscles glinted with sweat from the heat, and from his excitement. She looked back at him. She wore a tight lipped smile on her face, with her mouth closed and filled with his cum, like a snake that had just swallowed a mouse whole.

Without pleasantries or explanation, she abruptly slipped off of his bed and left the room. Brad leaned back and stared at the water stained ceiling, listening to the birds and the wind, feeling the hot, heavy afternoon air gust into his room. He thought about Cassie, just down the hall.

It was going to be a very long summer.

* * *

Brad watched Lisa and Cassie together from a growing distance. He was walking slowly, falling a little further behind with each step. They'd all taken the sailboat out to one of the tiny islands, dropped anchor, swam ashore, then walked around a bit. The island wasn't much bigger than a few large yards, with a high hillock in the center. It was a riot of greens of all different shades from various plants and trees, and from moss and lichen on fallen logs and boulders. Old golden leaves, brown dirt and tan pine needles littered the ground. It was all painted by a hodge-podge of sun and shadow.

At first the three of them were together, a group, fooling around. Soon Lisa had taken Cassie's hand, and now those two were a couple walking along ahead of Brad. Lisa laughed every now and then at her own jokes, or she'd whisper something into Cassie's ear, occasionally flicking it with her tongue as she cast a teasing glance back toward Brad. Or else she'd taunt Brad with some loud comment.

"Cassie has something to say to you, Brad," she yelled, then laughed at Cassie when she seemed reluctant to respond in any way. Cassie just kept walking, without even turning her head. Brad couldn't see, or guess at, her expression, or what Lisa was teasing them both about.

It was a sunny day, with a strong, gusty breeze coming in across the lake. Brad looked at the girls' hands. Cassie's finger kept caressing Lisa's, moving incessantly back and forth. Cassie was so quiet, so shy. She rarely said a word, but she liked to touch. She touched Brad whenever they were together. She'd done it since they were little. She hovered close by, sometimes leaning against him, or putting her hand subtly next to his, just barely brushing against him.

He liked that. It made him feel warm and needed, like she wanted him to shelter and protect her. He had always looked out for her, for as long as he could remember. She didn't really need him anymore. She'd grown up. She was strong and willful, under her quiet demeanor, but he still liked to protect her. It just seemed to be a part of who they were together.

"I wonder if there's anyplace around here a little more private than this island," Lisa said to no one in particular, with a leer in her voice. The comment obviously was meant for both Brad and Cassie, but with entirely different implications for each of them.

Cassie didn't answer. She just moved closer to Lisa, resting her head against her shoulder as they walked. Brad fought back a grimace at the thought of them abandoning him to do something he couldn't join.

Cassie looked so damn cute walking hand in hand with Lisa, Brad thought.

"This is as private a it gets," Brad told them both. He'd be damned if he was going anywhere. They got more than enough time alone with each other, while he got nothing.

Brad spent a lot of time around Cassie. He always had, since they were little. He'd always thought he understood her better than anyone. He thought he liked her a bit more than everyone else, too.

People, guys in particular, didn't like or dislike Cassie much. They just didn't notice her. Or rather, some of the guys did, at first. She wasn't curvy or sexy, but some guys were attracted to her cute, natural, little-girl good looks and her calm, somber demeanor. She didn't smile much, but when she did it was warm and genuine. 

Soon enough they found out how unbelievably quiet she was. Then they backed off and lost interest. It made them uncomfortable. It spooked them.

"Fine. What else can we do?" Lisa asked, as if speaking to the trees off to her left.

Brad watched as Lisa released Cassie's hand, only to slip her arm smoothly around Cassie's waist. When Cassie responded in turn, leaning more firmly into her, Lisa let her hand drift down onto the top of her lover's ass. Brad watched in envy as Lisa explored his little sister's curves.

Lisa leaned in to whisper something more into Cassie's ear. She planted one long, affectionate kiss on her hair, then whispered something more. Brad was sure she was begging her to go off alone with her. Happily for Brad, Cassie seemed to be resisting, this time.

Cassie was also stubborn. Just because she didn't talk much didn't mean she didn't think, or have an opinion. She simply spent a lot more time watching and listening and thinking. She just didn't bother to say whatever popped into her head.

Cassie didn't do small talk.

Brad jealously watched Lisa's hands sliding around the smooth curve of Cassie's ass, while Cassie timidly returned the gesture. Brad imagined Cassie doing the same with him, then shook the image away.

Lisa whispered something else into Cassie's ear. Brad saw Cassie smile, then look away out across the lake. He couldn't tell if she was embarrassed, or considering something.

"Hey, Brad. Wanna do some skinny dipping?" Lisa yelled back to him.

Cassie snapped her head back to Lisa at that, then looked shyly back toward Brad. She wants to, he thought to himself, but not with her brother around. Brad was starting to feel more and more uncomfortable.

"Maybe," Brad said. "You two first."

"You wish," Lisa answered.

Brad looked admiringly at them both, as women. Lisa was taller and fuller, with a curvy but athletic body. She had broader shoulders and wider hips, and a bust most guys shamelessly stared at, one that strained to spill out of whatever she wore. Like many Minnesota women, she had long blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin.

In striking contrast, Cassie was very short and thin, with a tight, beautifully round little ass he had always adored. He loved her tits, too. Other guys didn't. They were small, so small that Cassie often went without a bra. To Brad they were perfect. He loved watching them jiggle just a little when she ran, or when he tickled her. He'd found chances to act silly and tickle her often, ever since they were teenagers, just to see her tits quiver. And to hear her high pitched laugh.

"Fine, Brad, have it your way. Come on, you guys," Lisa said. "Let's swim, naked and free. And naked." 

Without waiting for a reply this time, she reached behind her back to unclasp her bikini top. Brad watched in delight, trying to disguise his expression, as her wonderfully firm breasts literally popped free, exposing everything to him. He didn't get to see nearly as much as he wanted, just a blur of flesh and tan lines, as Lisa half hopped down toward the lake, pulling her bottoms down at the same time, and then splashed into, then under, the water.

"After you," Brad said to Cassie. 

As always, she had a shirt on over her own bikini top. She'd kept it on even when they swam ashore from the boat. It had almost dried by now in the hot summer sun. Brad held his breath, hoping that Cassie would actually remove it, and more, and let him see her sweet, tiny breasts. He felt his own heart pounding at the thought, as he tried to fight back the erection he felt building.

Cassie stared him down with sharp blue eyes, from behind her too long, black bangs.

"I'll turn my back," Brad said, having known all along that he'd have to do so. She was his little sister, and his shy little sister at that. Anyway, turning around was the only way to hide a bulge that would soon be impossible to conceal.

"Don't you dare peek," was all Cassie said.

That was a whole conversation for Cassie. When Cassie was alone with someone she was comfortable with, then she might talk, though still not a lot. She just didn't have the same need that everyone else did to fill the silence with her own voice. She could be perfectly comfortable sitting in a room with someone in complete silence, just reading or watching T.V. or thinking, just being with them. 

Brad tried to glance inconspicuously over his shoulder. When he did, he realized that Cassie hadn't moved. She'd been waiting for him to do just that. She was too smart. She didn't admonish him, but he quickly turned away as if she had.

Feeling guilty, and maybe emboldened by his embarrassment at being caught trying to peek, Brad did something impulsive. He looped his fingers into his own suit, knowing that Cassie would still be looking at him, and pushed them to the ground. With his bare ass in plain view for his sister to see, he sprinted into the water and dove in, giving her, as Lisa had, only the briefest glimpse of his own naked body.

Once he hit the water, Brad wished he'd had more courage, and given Cassie more of a show. He swam a good ways out, far enough that Cassie wouldn't be able to completely tell if he was watching, before stopping to tread water. He quickly wiped the water from his face and eyes. He couldn't see much from there, but he'd at least see something.

Cassie watched him warily, still completely dressed, from the shore. Lisa had slipped back through the water toward Cassie, and was now standing in knee deep water, wonderfully naked, talking to her. Brad felt his erection grow further at the sight of her curving, wet ass and tits, glistening in the afternoon sun.

Both of them looked toward Brad, then Lisa spoke softly, and Cassie responded. Brad couldn't hear a word. Even though he was clearly facing her way, Cassie began to disrobe. First she turned her back to him, then began by pulling down her green bikini bottoms.

Brad realized that while the sight of Lisa was inspiring, for him the image of his sister's fantastic, naked ass was overwhelming. He was now grateful that he was in deep, cold water, with his hard cock well below the surface. He furtively let one hand reach down, to hold himself as he watched, entranced by the sight of his sweet little sister undressing.

With her back still to him, Cassie pulled her shirt up and over her head, then quickly unclasped and dropped her bikini top. Brad admired the back of her completely naked form, even if he couldn't see her tits. Turn around, he thought. Just turn and walk slowly into the water. Or run, he thought mischievously, run and let your tits bounce wildly.

Cassie didn't turn. She and Lisa exchanged more words. Cassie's tone was somewhat combative. Lisa walked up out of the water to stand before Cassie. She kissed Cassie lightly on the forehead, then unexpectedly pulled her into a full embrace that smoothly fell into a deep, passionate kiss.

Brad had to let go of his own cock, to keep from coming then and there. The sight of beautiful, naked Lisa energetically kissing his naked baby sister was absolutely the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. As Lisa's hands slipped gracefully and sensuously down Cassie's bare back, to stroke and then roughly grab her ass, Brad felt like he was going to die.

Brad couldn't resist. He grabbed his cock again, held it tightly, and tugged a few times. He stroked himself as he watched the girls embrace and kiss. Cassie's hand came up to trace the edges of Lisa's tit. Lisa's hand moved between them, searching for Cassie's slit. That was all it took. In a moment, he filled the lake with his cum, as he watched Lisa kiss Cassie. Once again, he had to stifle his own groan to hide his orgasm from his little sister.

"We'll be back in a little while," Lisa yelled to him, after breaking the kiss. She stared into Cassie's eyes, and then took Cassie's hand to lead her further up the shore, around the trees and out of sight. Cassie had never turned to let him see her pretty, little breasts.

Brad treaded water for a while, before returning to shore to disconsolately pull on his suit. He looked around. The island was too small. He couldn't possibly get far enough away. Lisa was doing it to him again. She was torturing him.


The Shy One Ch. 01



Brad turned and headed back to the boat, where he would sit and listen to his pretty little sister come for Lisa.



The Shy One Ch. 02



Temptation

The gang was hanging out at the beach after dark, all nine of them. One of the older guys had brought two whole cases of Lake Mud, a locally brewed beer. They'd started a small bon fire, then sat around in its flickering light, making jokes and teasing each other. One by one the various couples paired off and fell quiet, huddling close to whisper and giggle among themselves, or to just quietly cuddle and kiss. Brad grew more despondent with each moment, as everyone's boisterous nature succumbed to lust, and they all found satisfaction in their partners, everyone but he, Lisa and Cassie.

Brad could see Jason's hand up Bailey's shirt. Her eyes were closed and content. He could see Jason planning his next move, trying to figure out how and when to get Bailey away from the crowd. Brad had been with Bailey a few times last summer, and wished he'd moved more quickly this time. She wasn't as cute as Cassie or Lisa, but she loved oral sex. Jason had beaten him to it, before he had even realized it was a race.

Lisa and Cassie never sat together when their group gathered. Lisa wasn't sure how everyone else would react to a lesbian couple in their midst, so they played it cool, unless only Brad was around. Lisa usually sat beside Brad instead, with his sister somewhere nearby. Lisa seemed to like making people think that she and Brad were a casual item, to disguise her fling with Cassie.

Cassie stood up to get another beer from the cooler.

"You can come watch us tonight," Lisa told Brad offhandedly, once Cassie was out of earshot. She casually took a swig from her own bottle.

"What?"

"Come watch us," she continued, after swallowing the mouthful. She held the bottle near her lips, as if eager to drink more, but she waited to finish her explanation. "I'm taking Cassie down to that secluded spot at the corner of the lake. She still won't go down on me, but you can watch me make her come. It will be better than just listening to her. Or pretending your hand is hers."

She put her lips to the bottle, tipped it back, and poured in enough to bulge her cheeks, looking at his eyes the whole while, awaiting his reaction. 

Brad didn't answer her. He just stared into space. Lisa was a good friend, and they'd shared their deepest, darkest secrets for years now. He knew about her pathetic suicide attempts and her bad poetry, and she knew about the time he'd been with a guy his freshman year at college, something no one else in the world was ever, ever going to know about. 

They'd shared a little of everything, over time, but his lust for his little sister was probably his most shameful secret ever. She had guessed at it, teased him with it, but he still wasn't openly admitting to it.

"Look, you don't have to stay long," she said. "I won't even know you've been there, that you ever showed up. You know the spot. Just wait for Cassie and I to slip off, then follow us. If you want to."

* * *

Brad's heart was pounding loudly, at least to him. He didn't dare to get too close, to have Cassie hear him. Lisa had been right, he didn't want her to know he'd taken her up on her offer. He hovered in the darkness on the path, a short distance away, trying to peek between the trees and the undergrowth. Between that, the distance and the dark night, he imagined far more than he actually witnessed.

There was a large, flat boulder by the lakeside. Two summers ago he had lain naked on his back on that boulder as he watched Lisa ride his cock for the last time, before ending things the next day. The memory was painfully erotic.

His little sister had climbed onto it now. She lay on it on her back in the moonlight. She looked lovely.

Cassie had her knees bent and her ankles pulled up against her ass, with the soles of her feet flat on the stone and her knees spread wide. Her sun dress had been pulled up above her waist. 

She almost always wore a loose shirt or dress over her bikini, even at the beach, to mask the smallness of her bust. Lisa had told him Cassie was embarrassed by her small tits, especially as the young women around her all matured and developed more fully, while she was left feeling like a little girl among them.

Lisa knelt on the ground beside the boulder, with her head buried between his sister's legs. Cassie had one hand in Lisa's hair, and the other crammed into her mouth in a fist to help fight back her charming moans.

She wasn't succeeding, but the girls were far away from everyone else. No one would hear anything through the thick woods. By now they were probably all making too much noise of their own, anyway, Brad thought sourly. No one could hear Cassie except Brad.

Brad wished he could see more. He dearly wished that he could clearly see her face. He imagined it contorted in agonized ecstasy, fighting to hold still as Lisa's tongue tormented her. He especially wished that he could see his sister's tits. He thought briefly, wistfully, that Lisa would strip her naked. Maybe Lisa could arrange something another time. 

Brad quickly dismissed the thought. He could never, ever admit his lust for Cassie to Lisa, no matter how much she had guessed, or how obvious it was to her.

He stayed until the end, until his sister was spent and quiet, softly whimpering in Lisa's strong embrace, before slipping away.

* * *

"I could actually arrange for you to fuck her, you know," Lisa said in an absurdly casual tone. They were walking together up the steep road beside the lake, heading to the corner store together to pick up the morning paper. Cassie was back home, sleeping in.

Brad had made his trips to the boulder a routine, regularly watching Cassie and Lisa together each evening. But the thought of fucking her was ridiculous, and Lisa knew it.

Brad looked at her long and hard. He couldn't tell if she was serious or teasing him, or trying to trap him into saying something revealing. Every day she seemed to take this one step farther. He had no idea how she could even pretend be so blithe about the idea. Lisa was a real work of art sometimes.

He looked up at the low ceiling of gray clouds stretching across the entire sky, threatening to ruin the day.

"Come on, you know you want it," she said. "I can see it in your eyes every time I talk about her, and every time I kiss her. I've never seen anyone so jealous in my life."

"She's my sister, Lisa," was his annoyed reply.

"Oh, so what. I fuck other women. And more. Half the time I wish I had a cock of my own, to fuck women with. Who am I to judge? In case you haven't noticed, there aren't a lot of alternatives around here for you, and I'm not going to service you any more. That one blow job was it. It's going to be a very long summer for you. You want her, badly. Give it a try. I won't tell," Lisa finished, staring at him.

"How exactly would you get Cassie to let me fuck her?" Brad asked, keeping his eyes facing front. He felt unsettled, and oddly detached. It seemed as if his feet were walking on their own, while his own voice carried on a conversation without him. His throat had tried to make the question sound entirely hypothetical; as if there was no way that he was seriously considering the idea.

"She's already bored with me. She won't lick pussy. It scares her. At first it was cute, a real turn on, the idea of luring a naive, little virgin into lesbian sex, going down on me. It's getting tired, though, and becoming a turn off, instead.

"She wants a cock in her. She lost her virginity at college this year and now she's hungry for more. It's all she talks about. It bugs me. I've tried some cucumbers and things, but the fact is the girl's not a lesbian at heart. I'm afraid I'm just a casual excursion for her. A toy."

Brad looked at Lisa with what he hoped was an expressionless face. Inside, he was a jumble of emotions. The idea that Cassie wasn't really into Lisa made him feel great, even though he knew he couldn't ever fuck her himself. It had made him jealous to see them together. Now that seemed less important, almost silly. Their affair wasn't permanent. It was just summer fun, just a passing adventure for Cassie.

"When I go down on her I tease her a lot about cocks, about how much she wants one," Lisa continued. "That's usually what sets her off. Lately, I've been telling her that she'd take any cock she could get, no matter who the guy was, and then she really gets going. She really would take any cock she could get. In fact, it seems like having any random guy off the street is more exciting for her."

Brad searched Lisa's face, trying to figure out where this was going. He was offended that Lisa had implied his sister was a slut. He also knew that it was all true. He'd heard a lot of Lisa's dirty monologues for himself the last few nights. 

But Cassie couldn't possibly be willing to fuck her brother, no matter what the circumstances. And Lisa couldn't have told Cassie about his presumed interest. If she had, he'd kill her.

"So what I figure is that I can tell her that I've arranged for her to have a secret, anonymous cock come to fuck her. It has to be anonymous, or I'd get jealous. It's attached to some guy, but he's just a prop, nothing more. I'll tell her that she's mine, and I don't want her to like the guy, so she can't know who it is. She can't look. She has to promise not to look.

"She'll lie on top of me, kissing me the whole time, and I'll have a guy come and fuck her from behind, and she'll never know who it is. She has to just pretend that it's my cock fucking her. Then the guy will slip away, while I hold her and kiss her and calm her down, and maybe tell her what a good, little slut she is."

Lisa paused to study Brad's face, trying to gauge his reaction. Brad stopped, trying to think, and failing. Instead he was picturing it, picturing Cassie's tight little ass in front of him, with his cock slipping in and out of her willing slit. In his mind he could hear her squeal as Lisa held her down and he fucked her relentlessly.

Even now his cock was straining against his shorts. He knew that if he were really given the chance he couldn't stop himself. He'd have to fuck her. And Lisa was giving him the chance.

"I could find someone else to do it," Lisa said.

Brad turned quickly to look at her. That comment had had its intended effect.

"You like the idea, I can tell," Lisa said, before he could respond. She and he were too close, he thought. She always knew what he was thinking, sometimes before he did.

"She'll like it, too, I promise, and she'll never know it was you. I can make sure of that."

She made it sound like he had just agreed to her ludicrous plan. They arrived at the door to the store. Lisa hesitated before pulling it open. 

"Come to that same secluded spot tonight, after we slip away from the group again."

She didn't wait for an actual answer. She just walked into the store, ending the conversation.

* * *

Brad couldn't believe he was really going to do this. He was going to fuck his sweet, darling little sister. He felt like a rapist. He knew she wanted it, or at least that she wanted a cock, but not his, not her brother's. She didn't know it was going to be his. 

His was probably the only cock in the world she didn't want, her brother's cock. If she knew she would freak out. 

He felt slimy. Brad thought about heading back, right now, before it went any further. Lisa would call him a coward, but they'd all be better off.

Yet there they were, Lisa on her back on the stone, with Cassie sprawled on top of her, both of them naked from the waist down. Lisa held Cassie in a tight embrace, kissing her passionately, seemingly never letting Cassie up for air. Lisa had been alternating between kissing and talking to her for a while, asking Cassie if she was ready to feel her cock inside her.

Cassie never answered, but she moaned and squealed more loudly whenever Lisa said anything. Brad knew what that meant; that she was ready. 

She looked so sweet and inviting in the moonlight. He looked down to where her back narrowed into her slim waist, then spread pleasingly again to form the beautiful, small, round globe of her ass. He watched jealously as Lisa's hands traveled down to cup Cassie's ass cheeks, then grab them tightly, squeezing and spreading them, opening Cassie further to Brad. He couldn't see clearly in the dark, but he knew her tiny cunt was right there, waiting for him.

Brad moved closer, just behind Cassie, to within a step or two. He'd taken his own shorts off further up the path, tucking them away beside a tree. He'd left his shirt and shoes on. His cock strained toward his little sister's ass, leading him there.

Lisa grinned at him over Cassie's shoulder. She slid her own legs in between Cassie's and used them to pry Cassie's legs apart, opening her even wider for him. Once she had her properly spread, Lisa looped her ankles over Cassie's, holding her legs firmly down, pinning her in place for Brad.

Brad hesitated. This was incest. This was rape. This was a violation of his beautiful little sister, the girl he had protected since she was young. It was just a cheap trick to get his rocks off. He was basically going to masturbate into his sweet baby sister.

Lisa looked at him imploringly, sensing his apprehension. She widened her eyes at him, egging him on. Brad hesitated a moment more, then surrendered to everything. With a sudden urgency, he moved forward onto the boulder, on his knees. He leaned over the girls, propping himself up with his arms to either side, and hovered there, just above Cassie's naked flesh. He briefly, gently brushed his cock across his baby sister's cool, smooth, soft ass.

"Here it comes, Cassie," Lisa purred. "My big, beautiful cock is coming to fill you."

Cassie wailed as soon as she said it. Brad couldn't hold back any more when he heard her. He lost all restraint. He pressed his cockhead against his little sister's wet cunt, intending to just touch her with it. He was amazed at how quickly and easily he slipped inside her. He hadn't really meant to go that far, that quickly. It just happened.

Cassie's squeal then was like magic. It was the most wonderful sound he'd ever heard. Now there was no stopping him. In a moment he was ramming himself in and out of her, listening to the slap of his hips against her ass cheeks, listening to her moans and little girl squeaks and whorish squeals, listening to Lisa ask her how it felt, how her cock felt, how deep it went.

Cassie's cunt was so tight. It was so wet and hot and tight. Cassie's cunt muscles clenched and unclenched around his cock, like a hand squeezing him over and over, trying to grab him and hold him inside her. She was literally pulling the cum out of his cock with the strength of her cunt. He had never felt anything like it.

Brad didn't last long. He couldn't. In moments he felt his cock harden further, then blast waves of cum into his little sister. He hadn't meant to do that. He'd meant to pull out, to come on her, or on the boulder, not in her. He'd wanted to save her from that aspect of her violation. But he didn't, he couldn't. He poured his cum into her with no will to stop.

He stifled his own groan as he came, afraid Cassie might recognize his voice. He drained himself into her, giving her every drop he could, while he listened to Lisa yell to Cassie that they were all coming together. Lisa told Cassie she should see the look on the guy's face, the amazing expression he made as he came.

Brad panicked then, afraid that Lisa's words would incite his sister to turn and look at him. Instead Cassie buried her face in Lisa's neck, gripping her tightly as she continued to shudder with one orgasm after another. Orgasms he had given her, Brad thought to himself. He had made his little sister come. She was still coming for him, over and over, her cunt walls quivering delightfully against his hypersensitive prick.

When Cassie finally subsided, Lisa held her head in her hands, running her fingers through her hair. She kissed her forehead and made shushing sounds into her ear. Lisa softly told Cassie what a good little girl she had been, and how nice she'd made her cock feel, how hard she'd made it come, how she'd completely emptied it of every drop it had to offer.

Brad wanted to stay there, to stay in his sister all night, but the overpowering feeling of lust had passed. Now that his cock had finally released his tortured frustrations into Cassie, he felt himself panicking. He pulled out. 

Once the cold night air hit his wet, cum covered cock, it snapped him into startling awareness. The remnants of his lust washed away in moments and he was left in a rush of guilt and fear. 

He scrambled back off the boulder, scraping a knee in the process. Once on the ground he turned and ran up the path, stumbling in the dark over tree roots and half buried rocks. He grabbed his shorts, then hurried further along the path into the woods before stopping to pull them on. Without looking back he continued home, hating himself all the while for what he'd just done.

* * *

"You have to do it again tonight," Lisa told him the next day at the beach, as they waited at the snack bar for an order of fries and drinks.

Brad looked at her in surprise. He'd spent all night and morning wrestling with his memories of their encounter, alternating between a feeling of absolute elation and a stronger, more prevalent feeling of unbelievable guilt. He'd raped his baby sister.

They got their food and headed back to the beach. Lisa started eating her fries before they'd even paid. Brad didn't have much of an appetite.

"I can't," Brad told her matter-of-factly, but sternly, as soon as they were away from other people. He suspected there was a touch of whine in his voice, too, and that embarrassed him further.

"You have to. She loved it, Brad, she can't stop talking about it. She's asked me a dozen times already when we can do it again."

"Find another cock, then," Brad said tersely, not really meaning it. He wanted desperately to do it again. He knew he couldn't, but he wanted to. And he never wanted another guy anywhere near Cassie.

"Oh, come on, it wasn't so bad, was it? This time you'll last longer, too. We'll all really, really enjoy it this time."

Brad still didn't answer.

"She loved it Brad. You should have heard her talking about it afterward. All night. All morning. She absolutely loved it."

Brad stared at her, knowing there was no way he was going to refuse. She knew it, too.



The Shy One Ch. 03



Release

Brad fucked his sister anonymously again, in the dark on the boulder by the lake, just like the previous night. Lisa was right, he did last a lot longer. He listened to Cassie scream, and felt her squirming beneath him for what seemed like hours, though he knew it couldn't have been nearly that long. He wantonly sawed in and out of her delightfully tight, wet slit. 

She excited him so much that he stayed hard even after he'd come, with her wet cunt embracing his faceless, nameless cock. He just kept pounding into her, relishing the sounds of her screams, and the thought that he was bringing her this much pleasure. The only way he could deal with his sense of raping his baby sister was to give her as many orgasms as he could.

So he fucked her long and hard, long after he was exhausted and numb. Once he had come himself, it was all for her.

He did it again the next night. And the night after.

By the fifth time, Brad had mostly shed his inhibitions. He wasn't entirely without guilt, but he grew more eager each night. He'd grown almost comfortable with the arrangement. Lisa enjoyed it. He enjoyed it. Cassie seemed to enjoy it the most. 

She was the ignorant victim in their sordid masquerade, but she liked it. If she never found out that it was her brother that was mounting her and driving her to orgasm each night, then the whole thing was ultimately harmless. He just had to protect his identity.

The fifth night was different.

Lisa's parents had gone out for the evening. They were going to dinner with friends in another town, over an hour's drive away. That meant the house was all Lisa's until at least midnight.

Brad and Cassie and their family were just finishing dinner. His two older sisters had taken a break from work and had driven up to join them for a few weeks. They immediately talked about heading out to a nearby town to go to a bar, as if they'd been there all summer and were as bored with the social life as Cassie and Brad. 

Cassie and Brad both refused the offer to join them. Brad felt awkward. He knew that Cassie had a good reason, but he should have been jumping at the chance to get out, to drink, and to meet women. It looked strange when he said he didn't want to go. As an excuse, he claimed he'd lost his fake ID.

As soon as he said it, he looked shamefully at his feet, thinking about how he'd really rather stay home so he could fuck his sister.

Aimee and Tara had left for the bar just before Lisa arrived. Lisa chatted with their parents, just polite small talk designed to make them think she was a good, well sorted out college girl. They talked about her plans for senior year, and after college. Then Lisa lead their youngest daughter Cassie out into the evening sunlight, to take her home for an evening of wild, shameless lesbian sex, and something far more wicked.

Brad waited as long as he could before following them, more than an hour. He walked down the road as the sun was setting. Soon he was standing outside of the house Lisa's family rented, set back in the woods, far from the road at the end of a winding, gravel driveway.

Lisa had left the doors unlocked. The heavy, deep green front door was ajar. He quietly pulled open the screen door, eased it closed behind him, and then softly climbed the carpeted stairs. He could hear giggling and moaning coming from Lisa's room.

Once outside the door to her bedroom, a quick peek around the corner showed him that Lisa lay beneath Cassie, their heads between between each other's legs. Cassie was holding her head up, well above Lisa's lonely pussy. She thankfully faced away from him toward the dark oak headboard. Her pretty ass was aimed right at Brad, just like on the boulder all the other nights, but more clearly visible in the flat and fading evening light. 

Lisa had her own face buried in Cassie's pussy. She was making assorted loud, silly noises, eliciting peals of laughter from Cassie, interrupted by the occasional moan or sharp intake of breath as Lisa abandoned her comedy routine and instead found a sweet spot to which Cassie responded charmingly.

Brad backed off and leaned against the wall. He listened for a long time, until their giddiness subsided and their lovemaking turning more serious. Cassie began to moan and squeal as Lisa began her own, usual, filthy monologue.

"Are you ready for your cock to come again, Cassie? Are you ready to be fucked?" Lisa asked wickedly.

All Cassie could manage by now was a single high pitched "uh-huh" sound. Even that barely coherent response took a visible effort from her.

"He's going to fuck you really hard today, Cassie. This isn't a boulder, it's a nice soft mattress, so he can ram his cock into you as hard as he wants to," Lisa warned. "And I know he wants to. Really, really hard."

Brad noticed that Lisa had dropped all pretense of the cock being hers. It was some faceless guy's cock, now, not her own fantasy cock.

"Do you want him to fuck you hard, Cassie?" Lisa asked, sounding like a stern school teacher.

Cassie managed only another "uh-huh", even higher pitched than before, as her excitement grew.

Brad had stripped completely this time. He looked down at his body. Brad himself was only a few inches taller than petite little Cassie, which also meant he was far shorter than all of his friends. Most women preferred tall men, he'd always imagined, and that, he thought, was part of the reason he was usually the last to find a girl. He hated being short.

He was well muscled, though. He put a lot of effort into working out, trying to compensate for his height with solid, masculine muscle. The definition in his body was unmatched by any of his friends, and he was proud of it. Cassie had complimented him on his body often, so he knew she approved, even if she didn't lust after him the way he did her.

He suddenly wished Cassie could look at him when he fucked her. He wanted her to enjoy his body, and to think of it as hers, that it was all for her.

Brad turned the corner. Cassie was now all the way up on her hands and knees. She had one finger in Lisa's pussy, moving it slowly and watching it closely, studying it, maybe playing with the idea of finally giving Lisa what she wanted. Lisa tipped her head back to look at Brad from under Cassie's cunt, aroused and glistening before him from Lisa's attentions.

Cassie seemed to sense that he'd entered the room. She jerked her head up to stare straight at the headboard. Brad sensed her body stiffening in anticipation, or apprehension. Then Cassie lowered her chest onto Lisa's stomach, arching her back, while lifting her sweet ass higher and opening her cunt invitingly in the process. Brad caught the briefest glimpse up Cassie's loosely hanging t-shirt of one sweetly glorious, tiny breast hanging free, then pressing into Lisa's lucky stomach, before the shirt pressed in around it, again hiding it from him. Cassie moved her ass invitingly from side to side, as if actively searching for something to fill her.

It was the wicked act of a complete slut, Brad thought. She was a slut for his cock. 

He wanted to just look, to admire her, but he felt his lust surging, taking control of him again. In moments he was on the bed, guiding his cock into her so the tip of it was propped up just inside of her.

The hot, wet warmth of her cunt lips burned the head of his cock, and he yearned to bury himself in her. This time he did as he'd planned to do the first night. He held himself in check, just barely inside her, relishing the heat bathing the head of his cock, but he denied it to the full length of his shaft. For one moment he fought the urge. Instead, he listened to her whimper.

He had never touched her, except with his cock. He'd always kept his hands away, using them to prop himself up above her on the boulder. This position, on the bed, let him easily rest his hands on her hips. He could touch her delicious little ass. 

He did so eagerly, wishing he could slide his fingers up to touch his sister's tiny breasts as well. He wanted to feel her nipples, to play with her, fondle her, but he couldn't make himself do it. That would be even more of a rape. Instead he used his hands on her hips to firmly pull her backwards onto the full length of his prick, smoothly impaling her.

She squealed just as he knew she would, but far more loudly than he'd ever heard. He panicked at first that someone would hear, then remembered they were alone in the house, for once, and the houses around the lake were so far apart that no one could possibly ever know. He hadn't realized how much she had been restraining herself until now, how loud she could really get.

The sense of privacy gave him a sudden feeling of release, too. He abandoned everything, all restraint, using his hands on her hips to drive himself into her with fast, violent, slamming strokes. He fucked his pretty little sister hard and deep, making her wail and scream as loudly as he could. Her screams flooded the world for him.

Lisa loved it, and said so.

"Look at him fuck you, you little whore," she growled. "Look at him hammer you with his cock. Listen to how much you love it, you slut. You slut. Cock loving slut."

Then Lisa raised her mouth up to Cassie's clit and clamped down on it, sending Cassie into further peals of ecstatic moans. Brad felt his own balls brushing across Lisa's hair and forehead as Lisa used her tongue to tease the edges of Cassie's cunt around his cock.

Cassie writhed around, rubbing her tits on Lisa's stomach, wiggling her ass against Brad's hips and pressing her cunt against Lisa's mouth, and onto Brad's cock. She shrieked and moaned the whole time. Her throat tightened so even her screams emerged half strangled and twisted into animal cries.

For a brief moment Cassie turned her head to the side to rest it on the sheets between Lisa's legs, and Brad could see her face squeezed and stretched and frozen in ecstasy, but wearing a small, happy smile. 

He feared then that she would open her eyes and see him, but she quickly turned it back to the headboard, as if realizing herself that she was too close to breaking the rules.

Brad and Lisa fucked Cassie for longer than ever before. Brad came once, but stayed hard and aroused, and fucked her even more fiendishly after that. Lisa constantly added her dirty words describing the milieu, while Brad caressed Cassie's ass and the small of her back, and drove his cock into her wildly.

Then Lisa surprised him again.

"Do you want me to describe your lover to you, Cassie?" she purred.

Cassie's suddenly growing moans showed that the idea excited her more.

"He's short, and he's muscular," Lisa started.

Brad panicked. Cassie was going to figure this out easily. There just weren't that many guys around.

"He's got blue eyes just like you," Lisa added.

Shit, Brad thought. What was she doing? He slowed his thrusts as fear took over.

"He's got black hair, just like you," Lisa teased. "Just like you."

Cassie's moans intensified, then turned back into screams, even though Brad had eased off. He never thought she could scream this loud.

She had to know it was him by now. But she kept fucking him, pressing her ass against him and screaming more loudly. Brad didn't understand why she hadn't figured it out yet, why she didn't stop and pull away in revulsion.

"Do you want him to speak to you, Cassie?" Lisa asked. "Do you want to hear your lover talk to you while he fucks you?"

Cassie opened her mouth to emit a wail beyond anything Brad had ever heard. Brad was barely moving now, but Cassie was rapidly rocking herself back and forth, purposely spearing herself on his cock, over and over again, with the barbaric abandon of a rabid animal.

Lisa crawled awkwardly out from beneath Cassie. She knelt beside Brad, running one hand up and down Cassie's spine. She grabbed a handful of Cassie's black hair to yank her head back unkindly. She held it there, held her whole body hard against Brad, unable to move any more, with her brother's cock deep inside her.

"Your lover has something to say to you, little Cassie," Lisa said firmly.

"Go on, say something," Lisa ordered, turning to him, glaring at him. "Say something, something honest." Lisa softened her glare to an expression of gentle pleading. "For your lover."

Brad stared at her in shock. Lisa widened her eyes and nodded frantically, silently urging him to do it. He couldn't possibly. He couldn't say anything now. His tongue tightened in his mouth at the thought.

Brad looked at Lisa, then looked down at his cock buried in his little sister's hot, tight cunt. He looked at her beautiful round ass, and her tiny tight asshole just above where he penetrated her. He slid out a few inches to see the base of his cock glistening with her cum, then pushed it back in quickly, as far as he could, as if hiding his shame that way. 

He listened to Cassie scream, then looked up again to see Lisa still holding her head back by the hair. He was raping his little sister, they both were. 

Maybe Lisa was right, he thought. He had to say something, something to make it right. Something had to make this right.

"You're the most beautiful girl I know, Cassie," he said at last. "The most beautiful, perfect girl I've ever known. I love you."

Lisa let Cassie's hair go as she exploded into a cacophony of screams and moans and wails at the sound of Brad's voice. She pulled her cunt away and then drove it back again, hard, against Brad's hips and onto his cock. He grabbed her waist more tightly to pull himself into her as deeply as he could. Together they used their combined strength to join their bodies in a tight, inseparable, incestuous bond.

He pressed so hard that she fell forward onto the bed, onto her stomach. He fell forward onto her to push himself in even farther. He could feel the flesh of her ass giving under his weight, pressing against his stomach. He felt her cunt envelop his cock all the way to the base, where her hot cum now moistened and heated the skin of his groin.

He could tell Cassie was coming then by the way her cunt quivered and grabbed at his cock. Then he was coming, too, filling his little sister again with her brother's cum.

"I love you, Cassie. You're beautiful and I love you," he said again and again as he came into her.

Cassie had no answer, except to keep grinding her ass against his hips, finally silenced. Lisa lay beside them smiling at him. He wanted to smile back, and couldn't. He was emotionally spent. But he wasn't raping Cassie this time, he was fucking her. He was making love to his beautiful baby sister.



The Shy One Ch. 04



Guilt

Sunday came, and the family of six had a big breakfast together. Things were much more frantic in the house with all four of the kids around. Aimee, Tara, Brad and Cassie were bustling and talking and bickering and laughing.

Afterward, Cassie sat in one corner of the sunny family room, watching them all read. Mom had a magazine, Dad the morning paper, Brad the sports section, and she, Tara and Aimee all had paperbacks. She loved it when they did this. It made her feel comfortable and secure. She thought it would always be one of her favorite memories of summer. 

That and her time with Brad. Her real favorite memories were any of her moments with Brad, erotic or mundane.

Cassie herself read voraciously. Usually, she was completely absorbed in her reading, focused and conscious of nothing else. Not today. Today she was distracted.

Cassie looked at the sun streaming in through the east windows, hitting Brad in his chair like a spotlight. He kept glancing over at Cassie. She liked that. She stole quick glances herself whenever she could. For a while he became lost in an article, and she was able to study him uninterrupted for a long time. 

Cassie liked the sharp angles of his jaw and cheeks, with the constant hint of the shadow of a beard, even right after he'd shaved. His head was like a chiseled block. He worked out so much even his faced looked muscular. She admired the tight sinews where his neck spread into his broad shoulders, above a barrel chest. Even beneath a loose t-shirt, the lines and edges of his pectoral muscles showed.

She wished that he would walk around shirtless at home. No one would care, and she'd love it. She wished she had the nerve to ask him to do it.

Then he glanced her way again. She let him catch her looking at him, then smiled happily and returned to her book.

As soon as she felt him look away, she went back to studying him. He'd gotten Mom's blue eyes and thick, black hair, like her, but he kept it neatly out of his handsome face. He'd avoided getting the childish freckles that she and Tara were cursed with.

Brad looked at her yet again. She widened her smile, holding his gaze until he became uncomfortable and looked away, pretending to go back to his reading.

He used to do it all the time, to look at her. She noticed. She had always noticed. He had stopped when she started playing with Lisa. Cassie called it "playing", to herself, because it was never anything more. It was just something fun to do, something to try. And it had made Brad pleasingly jealous.

Lisa was nice, and she was experienced, and a good kisser. Cassie felt inadequate and inexperienced when it came to sex. So Lisa made for a fun summer adventure, and a good teacher. She hadn't expected it to bug Brad so much, but she also hadn't intended for it to last more than a few weeks. But now it was all working out.

Cassie got up and moved over to sit at Brad's feet. She didn't touch him. He seemed a bit squeamish since last night, more than a little nervous. He probably had serious regrets. She didn't, but she could give him his space. But not too much space. She wanted to be as close to him as she could.

* * *

The bright morning seemed to drag on forever, getting hotter with each passing minute. Aimee and Tara, having been working all summer, started the day eager to go to the beach early. They were disappointed when both Cassie and Brad said they were "beached out". It then took the two sisters forever to get ready, to pick bathing suits, to get their gear together, and to get out. Cassie thought they'd never leave.

As soon as they did she stood up and walked over to the stairs. Mom and Dad were still home, but they'd stay down here. Probably.

Once at the base of the stairs she stopped and stared silently at Brad. He knew she was looking at him again, and he was purposely avoiding looking back. Cassie grew impatient waiting for him to look her way. When he finally did she didn't smile, she didn't make any expression, she just stared back into his curious blue eyes while starting up the stairs.

He quickly dropped his gaze back to his magazine, so she stopped after just a few steps. He looked back at her then, and she added a look of intensity to her expression. It was a blank expression, but an intense one none the less. Maybe there was a bit of a plea in it. This time he took the hint, putting his section of the paper down beside him. Cassie continued up the stairs, knowing he'd follow soon.

* * *

Cassie had her skirt unclasped and slipping to the floor along with her panties almost before she reached the top of the stairs. She went into Brad's room to turn some music on, not caring what it was. She turned it up enough to cover any noises she might make, but not so loud as to cause her parents to come up and complain. 

She walked back to her own room. She enjoyed the wicked, free feeling of walking naked below the waist, through the hallway of the house, with her family downstairs.

Once in her room, Cassie leaned forward on her elbows against her dresser, looking at herself in the large, oval mirror hanging on the wall above it. The music drifted in through the walls and hallway, something new she didn't recognize, with a strong bass and a fast beat. 

She looked at all of the freckles, and her black eyebrows, plucked narrowly, and her naturally long black eyelashes contrasting sharply with the blue of her eyes. Her too long bangs fell across her face down past her irises, the way she liked them, as if she were hiding behind them.

She looked at her thin, tiny lips, beneath a small, slightly upturned nose. It all seemed so soft and subtle. She wondered how attractive she really was to Brad, if he'd like it better if she had fuller lips, or more pronounced features. She wanted to be beautiful for him, like he'd said she was last night.

Cassie looked further down at her reflection, down into the collar of her own shirt. She could see her small, bare tits hanging inside her loose fitting top. Brad would be able to see, too. Cassie hated her tits. They made her look like a little girl. But Brad liked them, or at least he always strained to catch a glimpse. Cassie couldn't wait to let him see them now, just like this.

Then he was there, in the open doorway, staring at her. She didn't stare back, and she didn't turn, but she was aware of everything he did by his reflection in the mirror. She kept her gaze locked on her own face, thinking about how he could see her bare ass once again.

She couldn't look him in the eye. She couldn't even risk looking him in the eye. She couldn't let him see how badly she wanted her brother to fuck her. She felt like a whore. A warm blush rose in her cheeks.

Brad looked nervously back down the hallway and stairs, toward where their mother and father were still sitting and reading. He was so cute when he got nervous, Cassie thought. Cassie rarely got nervous, at least not enough to show it. Except for the blush just now, she admitted to herself.

Brad hesitated, then as always gave in to his desire and stepped into her room, smoothly closing the door behind him. It was darker and cooler here than downstairs, hidden from the morning sun. It had an artificial feeling of complete privacy. It seemed that she was finally alone with him.

Cassie felt a thrill run through her as Brad's hands dropped to his belt and started to undo the buckle. Cassie still hadn't seen his erect cock. She'd felt it five times now, but had never seen it. Lisa had spent hours describing it to her. She'd described its size and girth, every bend, the shape and color of his cock head, how it changed as it grew, aroused by thoughts of being with her, everything. 

Now Cassie was going to see it for herself. And Brad was going to fuck her again, alone, without Lisa there. It would finally be just her and her loving brother.

* * *

Brad dropped his shorts as quickly as he could. He wasn't in a hurry to get it over with, but he was desperately afraid they'd be caught, with Mom and Dad right downstairs. He wasn't sure that the music was going to cover Cassie's noises, if she couldn't restrain herself more than usual.

He shouldn't take the chance, he knew, he should at least leave some clothes on in case someone started to come upstairs. He could leave everything on, even his shorts, with just his cock sticking out. That would be safest, but he wanted Cassie to see his body. He pulled his shirt up over his head, then stood just behind and beside her, completely naked, so she could get a good look at him in the mirror. 

She didn't look, though, she kept her bright eyes steady, always staring, unblinking, straight into her own. Brad reached forward to brush some of the hair from her pretty blue eyes. He wanted to finally see her eyes as he entered her.

He allowed himself a momentary caress of her ass with one hand, too. Cassie sucked her breath in as he did it. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad, if it was a sign of apprehension or satisfaction. He traced the outline of her ass with one finger, then slid it up and down the crack between her ass cheeks, working slowly closer to her two holes there. 

He thought briefly again about his parents downstairs. He fought his anxiety off, stepping behind his baby sister to guide his cock easily into her once again.

Brad pushed in and out of her slowly this time, gently and smoothly and easily, in sharp contrast to the way he'd always fucked her before. He wanted to be her lover, now, not her rapist. He wanted to be gentle and easy. He wanted to be a tender, loving brother.

He could see her face for the first time, with his cock insider her. He'd always been forced to watch the back of her head until now. She'd been as faceless as he. She wore a soft, warm, tight lipped smile. She had closed her eyes as soon as he'd entered her, tipping her head slightly back and smiling contentedly, like a cat being petted, as he eased his cock in and out of his little sister. She looked calm and happy.

He'd fucked her so many times, now, but he was still amazed at how hot and tight her cunt was. It almost felt like his cock wouldn't fit, except she was so wet and slippery that he slid into her easily. The heat of her covered his cock, overwhelming his senses, almost forcing him to feel and think about only that, only his cock and her cunt. Everything else faded away like background noise. The musical feel of his cock in her cunt was the only thing he really knew.

Brad looked at both of their reflections. He realized now, with elation, that he could see his baby sister's bare tits down her shirt. They hung freely beneath her loose fitting top, which in turn hung freely away from her body. Each tit shook gently with every thrust he made, first rocking forward so he could clearly see her entire nipples, then back, where they quivered briefly before he pushed himself into her again. He studied their beautifully conical shape, enhanced only by the slightest of curves at the bottoms, before rising to wonderfully small, hard, pointed nipples at their tips.

Brad was overcome with the urge to make them move, to make them dance. He thrust into her harder, only for that reason. They moved a bit more, so he quickened his pace, trying to make his sister's tits dance wickedly for him, like two nasty puppets on a string.

As he screwed her faster, Cassie's smile widened. Her teeth showed now, and she began to moan. Brad stole a glance back at the door, again conscious that someone might hear her, but he didn't stop. 

When no one came upstairs, he began to push himself into his sister even harder. She moved her hands onto the edge of the dresser to steady herself against his thrusts, to push back into him. Each time he rocked his hips forward, she pressed her ass back against him just as hard. 

Brad rested his hands on her shoulders, then slid them down her arms to find her hands. She immediately grabbed him, interlocking her fingers with his.

They stood there, fucking, hands tightly entwined. Cassie's eyes opened, but she again stared only at herself. Her head snapped forward and back with Brad's movements.

Brad stared at her reflection, marveling at the expression of joy on her face, listening to the wonderful, subdued sounds coming from her mouth. They were sounds that he was drawing out of her, or forcing out of her. He would push his cock in from behind, and a wicked high pitched whisper of a squeal would come out of his little sister's mouth. He did it over and over again, relishing the feel and the sight and the sound of it all, his ability to make his sister squeal at will with his cock.

He felt his cock growing, losing control. Cassie's pussy pulsated, gently, then again, more firmly, as she came once, then once more. She bit down a louder scream, then came yet again and couldn't hold back. It seemed like a torrent of small orgasms took her all at once.

A moment later, Brad heard a noise down the hall. Still, he couldn't stop himself. They were going to be caught, but he couldn't stop now. He had to come inside her again first, inside his little sister. He had to make her keep coming, and come himself, too. He had to give her as many climaxes as he could, so that it would be love, not rape. It didn't matter if their parents caught them.

It wasn't rational, he knew, but he had no control.

As if she sensed his need, Cassie came violently for him. Her cunt muscles quivered and tensed and gripped him with the force of ever more intense, unending orgasms. She pushed herself back onto his filling cock, fighting back tortured screams of lust.

Brad closed his eyes to avoid the inevitable, to avoid the sight of his mother's or father's face as they walked in and caught them in the act of incest. He heard the door open. Whichever of them it was stood there in silent shock.

He thought about what he was doing. He was fucking his sister. He was fucking his beautiful baby sister. He was ramming his cock into his pretty little sister. He was ready to come into his adorable, sweet little sister.

Moments passed with no interruption. Then Brad's thoughts instantly, irresistibly returned to how he felt inside Cassie. He felt his cock growing. It surged and grew and stiffened, feeling like it was going to burst. Then it did. He drenched the insides of his little sister with his cum, mixing it with hers, filling her with all he could give her.

When he was done she continued to grind her ass back into him. She whimpered and moaned, while he stood there panting and sweating, holding her hands in his, caressing them with his thumbs. He finally opened his eyes, looking first at her, then daring to look in fear in the mirror, over Cassie's shoulder toward the door.

Lisa stood there, grinning. She had already closed the door silently behind her. When she saw him finally look her way she stepped forward to sit near them on Cassie's bed.

"Shit, you guys are bold," she said. "Even I wouldn't have had the nerve to do that," she added, looking back at the door, toward the constant danger of them being discovered by their parents.

Cassie's smile widened further, as she insatiably ground herself a few more times onto Brad's cock. She turned to look Lisa in the eye. Brad was jealous of that. He'd just fucked her mercilessly, and she had refused to look at him, her brother and lover, but she looked right at Lisa. It was as if he had still only fucked her anonymously. He had still only serviced her, or raped her.

"Your mom and dad let me in and told me to just come up when you didn't answer," Lisa explained. "Luckily they didn't come get you themselves. Oh, and before I forget, they suggested you turn the music down. I think you should have turned it up, myself."

Brad reluctantly let his cock slide out of his little sister. The suddenly naked feel of it was almost physically painful. Cassie immediately straightened up, leaning back into him to maintain the contact, still holding his hands. She rubbed her face against his neck, as her soft ass rubbed against his wet, shrinking cock. 

Brad caught a glimpse of them both in the mirror, petite, half-dressed little Cassie with naked, thickly muscular Brad, both of them glistening in the heat with sweat from their exertions. She was smiling and pressing against him lovingly, again like a cat, this time nuzzling its owner. The look on her face made Brad feel wonderful.

Then he thought about Lisa, sitting there watching. It hit him with both guilt and jealousy that Cassie was supposed to be Lisa's girl. He released her hands to scamper over to his pile of clothes.

"I'd better get dressed," he mumbled needlessly, betraying both his anxiety and a touch of anger.

"So what do you guys want to do today?" Lisa asked, seemingly oblivious. "I mean, for the rest of the day."

Brad looked at Cassie, who moved to sit beside Lisa. Cassie looked at her in silence, but with an expression of interest. She waited patiently for Lisa to open up.

"No, I'm not mad," Lisa said, answering the unspoken question. "And I'm not at all jealous. To be honest, Cassie, you're really cute, and very hot, but you're just not catching on to this whole lesbian thing. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but you're straight. And someone has to eat my pussy soon, or I'm going to explode. I can't keep waiting for you."

Cassie smiled, Lisa grinned, and Brad laughed nervously, but his spirits immediately lifted.

"What's worse, if Brad had ever fucked me the way he just fucked you, I think I would be looking for a guy myself," she added, widening her wicked grin. "I wish I had a brother."

Cassie smiled at the floor. She leaned over to give Lisa a quick kiss. Lisa pulled back momentarily, then kissed her again, lingering on her lips, letting the kiss grow passionate. 

Brad felt another wave of anger and jealousy. Cassie could kiss Lisa like that, but hadn't yet kissed him once. Cassie could look at Lisa and kiss her, but not even look at him when he screwed her.

Cassie popped up off the bed to get her own panties and skirt and quickly pull them on.

"Come on, let's go," Lisa said, standing up and heading to the door. "I want to go sailing today." 



The Shy One Ch. 05



Anger

It was very windy, almost too windy to sail, so after wrestling with their twenty-four footer for a short while, they lowered the sails, drifted into a cove and dropped anchor to eat a late lunch. 

Brad and Lisa had been talking constantly about pretty much nothing, while Cassie sat quietly as close to Brad as she could. She liked being able to finally touch him again, after having willed herself to stay away for the past month. Lisa was tender, and comfortable, but Brad made her feel safe, and desirable, and at home.

The wind repeatedly, mischievously blew a slice of bread away from Brad as he struggled to make a sandwich. He kept catching it and putting it back, over and over. It was almost a comedy routine. Finally Cassie reached out to help, holding it down with one finger tip.

"I can do that myself," Brad snapped at her.

His tone and reaction caught her off guard. She felt hurt. He leaned across the seat over Cassie's lap for the mayonnaise, but couldn't quite reach it. Lisa was nearby, but didn't notice, so Cassie picked it up and handed it to him.

He accepted it with a grunt.

She didn't know why he was angry. He didn't have any reason to be angry at her. She was just helping him. She didn't usually. She let him help her. But it felt like she needed to, now. She had to do more for him than just let him fuck her, or else she was just a whore. She had to be his little sister, too.

She loved the way he fucked her, she loved the feeling. She certainly came a lot, more than any other time in her life. Not that she was Miss Experience.

But she didn't want to do it for that, to fuck, just for herself, just to climax. She did it to make him feel good. The sex was all, or mostly, to make him feel good, to make him come. It almost wasn't for her at all, she'd realized, and that made her a whore. Whore's have sex just for the guys, not for themselves.

She couldn't stand thinking of herself as a whore, but it's what she was.

She tried again, reaching into the cooler to grab a deep purple plumb, the best one, placing it beside his sandwich. Brad liked fruit, and this batch of plumbs was unusually good. If she could, she'd keep them all to herself.

Brad scowled at her. "Thanks," he said, almost with a another grunt. 

That was it, that was all.

Cassie sighed, giving up for now, focusing instead on preparing her own lunch. She grew angry herself. He was just in a bad mood. Now she was, too.

* * *

Brad didn't know why she had to be so nice all of a sudden. He was raping her every day. Yes, she liked it, obviously, and she wanted it, but it was still rape. 

They didn't touch or kiss, they didn't act like lovers. They just fucked. He fucked her. She lay there for him, and he put his cock in her and did whatever he wanted until he came inside her. He couldn't stop himself. He had no control. He had to fuck her, and he did with complete abandon.

He was a rapist, an incestuous rapist.

And now she was being nice to him in response. It made him feel like a monster, guilty and manipulative and horrible.

Abruptly, he abandoned his lunch, as hungry as he was. He angrily pulled his shirt off to dive into the water to swim, punishing himself by refusing to eat. He stayed under as long as he could, swimming away from the boat and Cassie. He punished himself further by holding his breath to the point of bursting, until finally succumbing and breaking the surface to take in air in one great gasp.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Cassie looking at him from the boat, her face creased with worry. That made him feel even worse. He swam further away.

* * *

The next evening, the family had gathered together to watch a DVD. There was a sudden explosion, followed by a cacophony of machine gun fire. One of the lead characters made a dry, witty comment in the midst of the chaos, and everyone laughed. Cassie looked around the room at all of their faces. They all seemed to be into it, even Aimee and Tara. Everyone except Cassie and Brad.

Cassie looked long and hard at Brad, being sure to catch his eye. He stared back. After a short while, once she was sure he understood, Cassie stood up and walked out of the room, not looking back. She turned and headed up the stairs. She let herself cast one, quick glance at him again as she ascended. He was looking at her. She knew he would follow her again.

* * *

Brad stood at the door to Cassie's room and stared. The ruddy evening sun was halfway below the horizon. A small stripe of reddish sunlight fell across the bed, right across Cassie's hips and legs, putting them in sharp contrast to the rest of the shadowy room.

His little sister lay on her back on the bed, naked only from the waist down, as usual, still hiding her wonderful tits from him. Her beige top and even skin contrasted with the floral print of the quilt beneath her. She had spread her legs subtly, a shy invitation that allowed him to see her clearly for the first time. 

She didn't have much pubic hair at all, he noticed. What was there was short and straight and black. Her cunt lips already glistened with her excitement. He'd never seen a girl's pussy so wet before sex. It was no wonder he always slipped into her so easily.

She had her eyes tightly shut, with her head turned to the side. Her hands were stiff at her sides, grabbing the quilt as if hanging on, afraid she might slip off. She looked tense, but not afraid. It made Brad apprehensive. Still, he went ahead. He knew she wanted him to do it. He knew he couldn't stop himself. He'd never stop himself.

Brad closed the door gently behind him. He let his hands casually undo his belt buckle, and his zipper, willing himself to take his time. His shorts fell to the floor right beside Cassie's panties. He reached into the elastic of his boxers and let those slide down as well. His cock, now released, stood out stiffly in front of him, aiming at Cassie.

A loud voice drifted up the stairs, followed by another, as his older sisters argued about something. When the voices faded away he could still hear the muffled sounds of the movie playing. Brad hoped it would suffice to hide Cassie's unstoppable whimpers and screams. He hoped, too, that she could quiet herself some. But not too much.

He couldn't believe he was doing this again, taking this risk, with everyone right there. Any of them could come upstairs at any moment, Mom, Dad, Aimee, Tara, any of them, all of them, but there was no way he was going to stop. His cock needed Cassie again. He needed to please her, too.

Brad knelt on the bed between his little sister's legs. He wanted to take his time, to kiss her pussy, then work his way up her stomach with his mouth to kiss her tits until finally finding her lips with his. He wanted to kiss his sister the way Lisa had, even more than he wanted to fuck her. If she would let him, he'd lay there and kiss her for hours.

He wished too that Cassie had taken off all of her clothes. He wanted so much to see her tits, to play with them. They were so small, but they were unbearably exciting. He wanted to explore them, and her whole body. But she kept them hidden. She wanted her brother to fuck her, to rape her, it seemed to Brad, but that was all, not to touch her, not to make love to her properly.

He guided the tip of his cock against her sweet, waiting pussy. Before he had even touched her this time she let out a soft whimper of anticipation while spreading her legs further. Brad looked up at her face to see that beautiful smile. She liked his cock. He felt a little less guilty.

He slipped it into her burning flesh. He was once again immediately enslaved by the sensation of hot, wet, soft, baby sister cunt around his cock. He plunged all the way into her in one sudden, deep stroke. She squealed immediately, grabbing the quilt at her sides more tightly, pulling it in bunches into her grip and smiling widely. Her smile warmed and excited him like nothing else ever had. 

Brad propped himself on his arms above her, just as he'd always done on the boulder by the lake, being careful not to touch her with anything but his cock. Then he watched her intently as he surrendered to the need to slide his cock in and out of her, over and over, as fast as he could. He focused first on that, just that, the soft feel of her heat first covering and surrounding and squeezing his cock, then leaving him feeling cold and naked, then covering it again.

He looked at her smile, and the way she rocked her head from side to side with each stroke. His eyes traveled down to her bare shoulders, where the straps of her camisole top lay loosely against her skin. He looked still further down at her little tits, jiggling rhythmically once again with his movements, bashfully hidden beneath her clothes. Her hard nipples were dark circles straining against the thin, tight fitting fabric of her beige top. 

Brad looked down past his waist to watch his cock sliding in and out of his sister's nearly bare pussy. As he withdrew he saw her juices on his cock, gleaming in the reddish light of the setting sun. Then he plunged it in again, as violently as he could, watching it disappear into her. She spread her legs further, letting out another of her wondrous whimpers, more signs that she loved having her brother fuck her.

* * *

Cassie listened to the easy rhythm of soft, wet slaps as her brother's cock pulled slowly out then quickly forced it's way back into her pussy, filling her the way she needed. Her hands clenched the quilt at her sides, holding her in place as he fucked her with an exhilaratingly charming power. 

Each time he drove into her she slid a little further along the bed. Each time she contained herself enough to let out only a soft whimper, then used her grip on the cotton quilt to pull herself back down as he pulled out, trying to keep him from leaving her too much, only to have him push back into her, to fill her, and to drive her again along the smooth bed.

She couldn't bring herself to look at his face as he fucked her, instead keeping her eyes tightly shut. She wanted to; more than anything, she wanted to see a look of lust filling his face as he fucked her. But she couldn't. She wasn't his little sister now, she was his little whore. She didn't want to see the look on his face as he fucked his whore.

She had to at least touch him. She'd held back for so long, trying to just be another lay for him, trying not to enjoy it too much, not letting herself be his lover. It took all of her courage to let first one hand, then the other, release the quilt and find the smooth, taught skin of her brother's ass. 

She touched it gently, just a feather touch, barely there, as if he wouldn't want her to do it. He wouldn't want his little sister to touch his ass. She had watched it all summer, studied it, hungered for it. It had always been right there as he fucked her, but always out of her reach, simply because she wouldn't allow herself that pleasure. It was as if it wasn't incest if they didn't touch. She'd never touched him until now.

His skin was sweaty. It was hard, too. The muscles of his butt bunched into a solid mass as he pulled himself almost completely out of her and held himself there, suspended above and outside her. Cassie panicked immediately, afraid that her touches had caused him to stop. 

In fear she grabbed him tightly with both hands, digging her fingers into his ass, trying to pull him back into her. He held himself out, resisting her, for too long. And then he was in her again, this time sliding her far up along the bed with one long, deep, animal thrust.

The sheer strength of it forced Cassie's eyes open. She felt like that one stroke went more deeply into her than he had ever been. A loud wail escaped her throat, unready and unable to restrain it, as she stared, unfocused, at the muscles of his chest balanced above her. 

Somehow she found the will to cut off the sound, suddenly frightened that her family might hear her. She continued to stare at Brad's chest as he now held himself deeply inside her, pressing his hips firmly again hers, seemingly trying to get in still deeper, to completely fill her with his cock, almost to rip her open with it. He had pushed her far up the bed, almost into the headboard. 

It felt magnificent. Her brother's cock filled her totally and magnificently. He was looking at her, watching her, and she felt a warm pride flooding her with his attentions. But she still couldn't look him in the eye. Not yet. He still didn't know what a whore she was. He had to see her as his beautiful, baby sister again before she could look at him.

Cassie admired the clean lines of the firm, glistening muscles of his chest and abdomen. Now that he was again fully inside her, now that she didn't need to pull him into her, she let her hands slide down the sides of his ass and inward to his groin. 

She brushed his pubic hair, and then let her hands glide upward, so that her fingers could feel the ripples of muscle as they passed over his stomach, then cruise further still to feel the hard ridges at the bottom of his tensed pects. He was so well muscled, so deliciously hard and strong.

He was her strong big brother.

He'd fucked her so many times now, yet she hadn't yet been able to explore his body. Everything was always so awkward or hurried or panicked or secret.

She wanted so much to look into his face, to see her brother's expression as he held his cock inside his little sister. His little sister whore, she thought. She wanted to see what he was thinking, to see if he really thought what she thought, that she was a whore because she loved his cock and she loved making him come.

She really was. Except she didn't fuck for money. She fucked him because she loved the thought of making him come, more than she loved how he made her come. So she was something else, something nasty and nice, all at once. Cassie smiled at the thought.

She spread her legs farther apart, pulling her knees up, opening herself to him as much as she could. She pressed her calves and feet against his back, feebly trying to hold him inside her, to pull him in deeper. He was too strong. Brad was in complete control of their lovemaking. Giving up, she pulled her legs higher, under his chest, past his tensed arms, eventually resting her feet on his shoulders, opening everything to him. Cassie wanted to have every last bit of her brother inside her.

She wanted, too, she'd always wanted so badly to kiss him. Somehow, she couldn't do that either. She was a mess. Her brother fucked her, yet she couldn't bring herself to look at him or to kiss him. If she could kiss him, if she kissed him when he fucked her, she might really feel like his lover. She could be her brother's ultimate lover.

She moved her hands up behind his neck, hoping to pull herself up to kiss him if she found the courage. For now, she simply stared timidly at one of his nipples, thinking that maybe she could kiss him there first. She could put her lips against his hard muscled flesh and kiss him gently, with only her lips, almost like a little sister is supposed to kiss her brother.

Abruptly his cock pulled part way out of her again, only to begin pounding her sadistically, out and in, hard and fast. She listened once more to the wet slaps her cunt made under her brother's thrilling assault. She felt another scream welling up inside her, one she knew she'd never be able to fight back. In a sudden rush to muffle it she lifted her head to his chest, covering his nipple with her mouth like a gag. 

She tasted his sweat. She was surprised to feel that his nipple was hard against her tongue, just like hers, and Lisa's. She felt the intense heat of his skin on her lips. Her hands moved up into his thick black hair, grabbing the back of his head to help hold herself up, to pull her face harder into his chest, trying frantically to bury her unstoppable screams in the taught muscles of his chest.

Her whorish squeals only made the speed and force of his thrusts increase, driving her further out of control. She grabbed him more tightly, screamed more loudly, then suddenly with an act of will powered by fear she shut it off. But by stopping her screams, she couldn't stop her desires any more. 

She let her lips kiss their way up his chest, past his collar bone. Anxious again, she hesitated at his neck, kissing it constantly, repeatedly, as he fucked her. Then she gained courage, or lost her ability to fight her desires, and let her mouth work its way up his chin to his face. There she planted kiss after tiny, gentle kiss on her brother's lips.

He didn't kiss her back. She didn't know why, and it frightened her. She had to stop. She had to stop kissing her brother. She couldn't stop now, but she was scared. He continued to fuck her, but he wouldn't kiss her. She searched his lips as if looking for the key, kissing his upper lip, his lower lip, the corners of his mouth, anything that would open his mouth to hers.

Brad froze suddenly, with his cock deeply inside her. Cassie was afraid that she'd pushed him too far, too fast, that he was panicking, that he was going to stop. Then she realized that he was going to come. She was going to kiss him as he came inside her. She consciously tightened and relaxed her cunt muscles, trying to help pump the cum out of him, to push him over the edge. 

It all happened at once. She felt his cock stiffen and release a burning, wonderful spray of cum inside her. She felt and heard a delicious, satisfying moan rise from his chest to escape his lips, which trembled against hers with the sound. And she felt his lips part with the moan, opening his mouth to hers.

Her small tongue quickly found his in his mouth, but was there for only a moment. An instant later his tongue had pushed hers aside, forcing it's way past it into her own mouth. It was another muscle of his, huge and strong and powerful compared to hers, hunting and marauding through her just like his cock. 

Cassie came too, now, overwhelmed by the thought of her brother's cock and his cum and his tongue all filling her, all violating her, all consuming her. She screamed into his mouth, making no effort now to stop herself. The louder she screamed, the harder he kissed her. He pressed her down into the bed with his hard, sweaty body, and his wide, hot mouth and his stiff, penetrating cock.

She wasn't a complete whore any more, she thought warmly. She was holding him. She was kissing him. He fucked her and kissed her and held her, too. Now she was her brother's lover. Now she was going to kiss him like this whenever she wanted, whenever she could.

Cassie smiled broadly while Brad continued to do as he wished with her, making her come over and over beneath him.

* * *

Tara trembled slightly as she moved away from the door. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. At first, she'd thought that Cassie was just masturbating, and doing one hell of a job at it. She was all ready to barge in, both to embarrass her and to ask her how she did it, when she heard Brad moaning as well.

Her brother and sister were together, fucking, or doing something damn close. Maybe they were just masturbating in front of each other, she thought, as if that was any better.

Tara had no idea what she thought, or what she should do, as she headed down the stairs. She had to talk to Aimee about it.

* * *

The family had planned to eat together very late that night, after the movie. Brad was still lying, exhausted and sweating, on top of Cassie when they were called down. Both quickly dressed, with quiet, shameful smiles, and hurried to sit at the table. 

It had started to rain outside.

Cassie and Brad ate dinner in silence as the rest of the family carried on, excitedly revisiting various scenes from the movie, telling Brad and Lisa that they should have stayed to watch. Brad didn't hear anything they said, listening instead to the steady, pounding rhythm of the rain as it hammered the roof of the house. To Brad, it felt as if the storm was raping the house. He could swear the wind was whimpering like a lover at the same time to mock him.




The Shy One Ch. 05



Cassie stared at him throughout dinner, making no effort to mask it. It made Brad feel both good and bad, happy and guilty. The emotions warred inside him as he tried to think only about chewing his food.

It was Brad's turn to rinse the dishes after dinner. He'd only done two when Cassie floated to his side to help him. Their sisters had gone off to talk out on the covered porch that wrapped around the house, enjoying the suddenly cool evening air and the dusty, metallic smell from the rain. Mom and Dad still sat at the table, reading sections of the day's paper. 

Brad saw Mom watch as Cassie came to him, catching Dad's eye while nodding their way. Their parents both smiled softly, thinking together that it was cute the way Cassie hovered around her older brother, to the point of actually helping him with his chores.

Their parents mistakenly thought the sibling's attraction to each other was adorable.

Brad tried not to think about Cassie as he rinsed the dishes, then handed them to her to put into the dishwasher. It was frustrating, spending all of this time with her, doing all of these things together, without being able to touch her now, the way he wanted to, when she was this close. She had just made him feel amazing, and now the torment of separation was agonizing.

She stood side by side with him, her arm brushing his every chance she got. She kept glancing up at him shyly, looking at his mouth and eyes, her expression seemingly vacant. Every time he looked at her, she looked away, back at the dishes.

He felt guilty about so many things, now, but mostly about being an angry jerk with her the day before, just because she had been nice to him. He still didn't like it, being further rewarded for his own self indulgent excesses, but he didn't need to find another way to hurt her.

Once, Cassie glanced over at their parents to find them lost in their reading. She abruptly lifted herself up on her tip toes to give Brad a quick kiss on the chin. She dropped nonchalantly back to the dishes, acting as if nothing had happened. Brad looked over her at his parents, their faces and thoughts still buried in the newsprint. 

Her kiss warmed him. He was still angry with himself, and an emotional mess, but he decided to give in to his urges yet again and risk it. It was craziness, but he did.

Brad reached over to take Cassie's chin firmly in one hand. He spun her face toward his, while looking past her at his parents. She didn't resist. Her eyes dropped to watch his mouth in bashful anticipation. 

In a moment his mouth was on hers, his tongue darting between her lips to find hers. Their tongues fought and danced, frantically, for just a moment before he panicked, deciding he'd pushed his luck too far. He was insane. He broke the kiss off to quickly grab another dish, trying to pretend nothing had happened. He was too scared to look over to see if their parents had noticed.

Cassie stood beside him, unafraid, smiling up at him with a look of warm love. Her hand found the skin at his side under his shirt, caressing it gently. He brought one hand down to hers in response, squeezed it once and began to caress her fingers. She returned the gesture, smiling as she put the next plate in the dishwasher with only her free hand.

"You guys are taking forever," came their Mom's voice from the table. "It's just rinsing. Let the dishwasher do its job, and go somewhere and have some fun."

Cassie released his hand immediately to move it up to grab the next dish. Her smile was now a grin. They'd gotten away with something wicked, and she liked it. They finished as quickly as they could to head upstairs, making no pretense of going up separately.

* * *

Brad couldn't take her again. He didn't have the energy, and he knew that this time they'd be caught for sure. It was too quiet downstairs, too late at night. Anyone might be coming up to bed at any time, especially his older sisters. Aimee and Tara had spent the day in the sun and weren't used to it yet. They'd be exhausted by now.

He also felt too guilty.

Instead, he and Cassie sat together on his bed, listening to soft music, cuddling and sneaking kisses. It wasn't long before the kisses became longer and more passionate, and soon their mouths were wide and wet and permanently entangled. 

She sat beside him, letting him kiss her, kissing him back, but she kept both hands on her lap. Brad let himself use one hand to caress her arm, gently, over and over, but he took her posture to imply that was all that he should do. Kiss, but don't touch.

He wanted so much to let his hand wander over to her breast, to touch it, gently, at least at first, then more roughly if he could. It was right there, closer than ever before. He was kissing her. He had fucked her. He had come inside her, and made her come with him. He'd made her sing like the most expensive whore ever.

He wanted to fondle and explore her body. He wanted to touch her magnificent little tit.

But he couldn't make himself do it. Not yet.



The Shy One Ch. 06



Restraint

"Lisa, I know you're the last person in the world that's going to answer this properly," Brad began. It was insensitive, even brutal, but true. "But you're the only one I can ask."

Lisa looked across Cassie at him. They sat together in the sun on the floating dock, out at the edge of the swimming area of the beach. There had been some kids there, jumping into the water with annoying screams, but they'd tired of their game and were now swimming ashore.

"Go ahead, asshole. I'll do my best," Lisa said, but with far more kindness than the words conveyed.

"Is what we're doing horrible? Cassie and I? I mean, when it started, it was an adventure, and it was exciting just because it was incest, because it was forbidden. But it keeps going further."

And he wanted it to keep going further, Brad thought. It had gotten so that he couldn't stand being away from Cassie. If he was with her, he had to be in contact with her. If he touched her, he had to touch her more intimately, or to hold her tightly. He was in love with Cassie, in a way he'd never imagined.

"'A madness most discreet,'" Cassie said, softly, but firmly.

"What?" Brad had asked it, while Lisa looked the same question at Cassie.

"Romeo said it. Shakespeare. But about love, not incest," Cassie explained. 

She took Brad's hand in hers and leaned on his shoulder. Brad brushed the hair from Cassie's face, as he often did before he kissed her, but held himself in check, satisfied with looking into her eyes.

It fit, Brad thought. Too well.

"'Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice,'" Cassie added.

"More 'Romeo and Juliet'?" Lisa asked.

"Troilus says it about Cassandra, in Shakespeare's 'Troilus and Cressida'."

Cassandra. The mad sister. Cassie.

Brad kissed her now, on the forehead, but only quickly.

* * * 

They all piled out of the car. It had been a tight fit, but Brad didn't mind. He had been squeezed in between Lisa and Cassie in the back seat of Aimee's Honda Civic. Tara had made some jokes about Brad enjoying it, or at least enjoying the feel of Lisa's tits squeezing against his arm. She had no idea that it was Cassie's tits that he wanted to feel.

Brad had thought briefly about trying to get Cassie to give him a hand job during the ride. Lisa wouldn't have minded. She'd probably have gotten a kick out of it. But Tara kept turning around to make jokes about Brad keeping his hands to himself. She had no idea how much she was annoying him.

Once out of the car, they went to the bar in a group. As it was, both he and Cassie were underage. He had "found" his fake ID, and they were all shocked when Cassie produced one, too. But with or without it, Cassie looked so young, they figured they had better all enter together in a clump, so someone would be less likely to pick her out and tell her to leave.

* * *

They'd gotten there early enough to get a table in the corner. Brad had gone to get their second round of drinks when three big guys came in and immediately started to eye the girls. Aimee and Tara flirted shamelessly, posturing and boldly looking their way with willing smiles. Lisa radiated cold disinterest and Cassie was just Cassie, fading purposely and easily into the background like the noise of other conversations in the bar.

Brad returned balancing five mugs of beer by their handles, then took his seat between Lisa and Cassie. Aimee and Tara made looks at him as he approached, as if he should stay away to improve their chances.

When he sat, Lisa moved closer to him, clearly trying to use him as a ready made excuse to keep the guys away from her. He did something similar, moving closer to Cassie, trying to make them think she was already taken, as if it weren't obvious from their similar looks that they were brother and sister.

* * *

The guys were tickled to find that Tara, Aimee and Cassie were sisters, and clearly happy that Brad was a harmless brother. That seemed to make the whole thing more exciting, the thought of seducing three sisters on the same night. 

Aimee introduced the three of them as "the experienced one," herself, "the wild one," Tara, and "the shy one," Cassie. Lisa was introduced as a long time friend that was "like a sister" to them. She was "the cool one." Brad was introduced as and treated as an afterthought.

It wasn't long before the guys were sitting at the table, squeezed between and subtly leaning into their respective targets. Aimee and Tara were eating it up, soon letting their hands find their guy's hands and knees, broadcasting their interest. 

Brad had foolishly gone to get the next round, too, and one of the guys had quickly stolen his seat. The jerk leaned in toward Cassie, who instinctively cowered back, trying weakly to maintain her own personal space. Cassie's black hair almost completely covered her eyes. She bypassed her usual habit of pushing some of it aside. It was as if it were a curtain shielding her from him.

Brad watched thankfully from the bar as Lisa came to her rescue. She made some laughing comment about the guy's ear, then used it as an excuse to touch his ear lobe, only to hold it and massage it. After an awkwardly long moment, she let her hand fall down to his back and stay there.

The guy soon got the message that she was interested and Cassie wasn't. He indelicately looked down into Lisa's generous cleavage, as she artfully inhaled to expand it for him. She winked at Cassie with a smile as she did it. 

Cassie looked back with what seemed to be a blank expression, but Brad knew that for Cassie it was a loud sigh of grateful relief, with perhaps a touch of jealousy that she could never do the same thing to a guy with her own bust.

* * *

Brad finished another beer, only to stare uncomfortably into the empty mug. Aimee and Tara had long since disappeared into the parking lot with their new companions. Brad didn't like thinking about them out there. It was funny. He could fuck Cassie, but he couldn't even think about his older sisters having sex with other guys. It was weird, he thought. Everything was getting weird.

This last guy was getting frustrated with Lisa. Lisa had been teasing him, but resisted all of his excuses to get her alone. She let him fondle her legs, and steal a whisper of a touch here and there at the edges of her breast. His hand occasionally slid hopefully up her thighs, but before it got far she would blatantly grab it, lift it, and move it back to someplace safer.

Brad figured that it was his turn to rescue Lisa, so he suggested that they all had to leave. Lisa jumped at the idea, and she and Cassie were up in a heartbeat. The guy's disappointment was obvious. He didn't give up that quickly, offering to walk Lisa to her car and ignoring her polite refusals.

In the black night in the parking lot, they could just see Aimee and Tara at opposite ends, distant shadows leaning against the cars, entwined with their guys. One had Tara's tit in one firm hand, under her top. Tara giggled loudly, making no effort to stop him. Her own hands were hidden from view.

Brad turned away, toward Aimee, who was moving rhythmically with her guy against a car. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the third guy suddenly grab Lisa and pull her into a firm kiss. Lisa pushed back. Brad stepped forward to pull him off of her, but Cassie caught his arm. He realized then that something had suddenly changed. Lisa had quickly stopped resisting, and was eagerly returning the kiss.

* * *

Cassie and Brad waited against their car, while the three trysts continued. It was killing them, being the only two lovers that couldn't touch each other in the dark parking lot. They limited themselves to holding hands, caressing each other's fingers discretely below the level of the car doors. 

It seemed silly to Brad that after being so bold at home, they were both so cowardly in a dark lot far from everything. But he felt too exposed out here, and his sisters were all too close. It was all too unpredictable.

Cassie let her hand drift over to the hard ridge of Brad's cock in his shorts. She traced it a few times with the back of her finger, until Brad couldn't stand it and undid his belt buckle. Cassie looked at him, shaking her head, signaling that they shouldn't. He held her gaze in silent refusal himself, then took her hand to move it down into his pants, onto his cock.

Cassie's soft, cool, delicate hand held him, then held his eyes with hers as she surrendered to the urge herself and began to stroke him. They stood there staring at each other for a long time, listening to Lisa and their sisters make occasional noises, but staying silent themselves. Brad lost himself in the feel of Cassie's small hand on his cock.

When they heard Tara starting to come, mostly but unsuccessfully muffling her moans, Cassie stood up on her tip toes to give Brad a stealthy, sudden kiss. They began stealing more kisses then, quick, occasional moments of forbidden lust, each too short to be satisfying, but too long to be safe. 

Cassie increased the speed and firmness of her strokes. Her hand had grown first warm, and then hot, against his skin. Brad ached to come in Cassie's hands, but he didn't have time. Soon Tara was walking toward them, arm in arm with her guy. Cassie had to quickly take her hand away, as Brad frantically refastened his shorts.

He was glad they'd limited themselves to that restrained, if intimately pleasurable, contact.

* * *

They were all quiet on the winding ride home. Cassie sat between Brad and Lisa this time. Lisa seemed to notice Cassie's hand in Brad's shorts. She didn't say anything, and didn't watch. Lisa had turned her head the other way, looking out the window into the passing black night.

Tara and Aimee were quiet, too. Tara made some jokes about the experience, laughing nervously. They talked about calling the guys for a real date, but Cassie could feel they were all a bit embarrassed at the turn the evening had taken. It was funny how any lust, once sated, often left an itching, exposed layer of guilt afterward, she thought.

Cassie held Brad's cock very gently. It was hard and hot in her hand within his shorts. It felt hotter now than ever before. She moved one finger back and forth in a gentle caress, too fearful of being discovered to do much more. 

Occasionally he fidgeted, and she'd squeeze him tightly, rhythmically, but never for too long. The thought of her brother coming into her hand, now, with their sisters right there, was thrilling. But Cassie had other plans. She wanted to do this right, when they got home.

For now, she teased him, and enjoyed the feel of his stiff, hot cock in her tiny hand.

* * * 

Tara nudged Aimee, trying to get her to look behind her, but she couldn't discreetly communicate what was going on. Even if she could, Aimee wouldn't be able to turn around while she was driving, let alone do it subtly, to see it. Cassie had her hand in Brad's pants, right there in the back seat. Tara couldn't believe this.

Aimee hadn't completely believed her before. She'd insisted they must have been playing a joke on her. Now she had the proof, and she couldn't get Aimee to look.

* * *

They had dropped Lisa off and all headed wearily into the house. Tara and Aimee both lead the way straight upstairs, drunk, tired, spent and satisfied. Cassie went in last, carefully hanging back, just behind Brad. He started to follow his sisters up the stairs, when Cassie grabbed his hand to hold him back. His intense, blue eyes looked into her own, which she knew mirrored his expression. She released him, backed away, turned and walked easily, gracefully back out onto the porch without looking back.

When Brad came out the front door a few moments later, Cassie was standing on the porch, away at the corner of the house, waiting for him. She had purposely picked a spot just where no one could see her from inside through the windows, but she'd turned on the porch lights so he could see her clearly in their yellowish glow. She had already removed her skirt and panties for him. It wouldn't be necessary, but she wanted him to see her naked cunt, bared for her brother.

Brad walked over to stand in front of her. As he approached Cassie she dropped submissively to her knees, accepting her role as his whore. She reached for his belt, slowly but earnestly unfastening it to lower his shorts and boxers to the ground. She kept her eyes on his the entire time, looking hungry, but calm.

She looked at his cock, right there, level with her face, then looked back up at Brad. As he gazed down at her, his hand reached out to brush the hair out of her eyes. She didn't smile at him, as much as she wanted to. She was his willing whore again now, so it had to be for his pleasure, not for her own.

She took his cock once again in her tiny hand, without taking her eyes from his. She kissed the side of it, quickly, not letting her lips linger. She wouldn't kiss it again, tonight. She wanted to use her hands.

Cassie took her time. She used soft, gentle motions at first. She wanted to look at his cock, but she held her eyes on his, letting him see her face as she stroked him. As she watched his excitement grow, she quickened her pace. 

Cassie put one hand at the base of his cock, then slid it tenderly up the length of his shaft, barely touching him, only to squeeze his cock head at the end, while the other hand grabbed the base and repeated the motion. She did this over and over, imagining herself pulling the cum up his shaft toward her.

He began moaning for her, so she moved her hands faster, while squeezing him harder. She held her face there, just beneath his cock, looking up at him, expressionless. Her hair had fallen across her face again, so she peered at him from behind her bangs.

Cover me, she thought to herself. Come on your little sister. Bathe your little whore with her brother's cum. See what you can do to your little sister, what she wants you to do.

As if he'd heard her thoughts, he came for her then. He moaned loudly, as white streamers of sticky hot cum shot into the air across her face, landing on the side of her nose, and her lips and chin. She didn't flinch or move, she just let him cover her with his cum. She carefully aimed him with her hands, while continuing her stroking, pulling motions, base to cock head, pulling up, pulling the cum from his balls onto her face.

When he finished, she stayed there on her knees, looking up at him, still calmly expressionless, letting her brother see her with his cum dripping down her forehead and her nose and her cheeks and her lips and her chin. He gratefully stayed hard in her hot hands, letting her continue to enjoy the pleasure of stroking his beautiful cock.

* * *

Tara and Aimee hovered just around the corner. They had taken occasional furtive peeks onto the porch, at first, but quickly stopped risking it. They'd seen all they needed to see anyway, far more than they wanted to see. And it wasn't like Cassie and Brad were being entirely quiet, so they didn't have to see to know how far things were going.

* * *

Brad looked down at his pretty, innocent little sister. His cum matted one thin lock of her black hair against her forehead. The rest of her bangs fell cleanly across her face, or to the sides. Her freckles were there, some of them hidden behind puddles of his cum. Her blue eyes looked at him, pure and beautiful beneath the dripping mask he'd given her to wear.

He'd just used her as a cum slut. He let her stroke him, doing nothing for her, and her reward was to have her brother paint her face with his cum, abusing and demeaning her. She was such a sweet, kind, pretty girl, and he had used and defiled her.

She stayed there on her knees, making him look at the evidence of his brutality. Even debased as she was, drenched in his cum, she was beautiful. As if to taunt him, she continued to stroke him, tenderly. He loved the feathery feel of her small, soft hands on him. She kept his cock hard and eager in her sweet little hands.

Brad reached down to grab her near the armpits. He guided her up to him. She didn't resist. She stood up slowly, carefully, looking into his eyes the whole time, until her face, stained with his cum, was only inches from his. She continued to hold his cock in both hands, refusing to release him.

He looked at her a moment more, studying his act of humiliation up close. He moved his hands to her ribs, this thumbs incidentally touching the sides of her breasts, then lifted her slight frame into the air. He held her there, with her face now above his, looking down at him with its dripping pools of cum. He could see in her face that she understood what he wanted, what he was offering and asking. She readily guided his cock into her waiting slit, as he lowered her smoothly onto it.

He fucked her slowly, then, rocking with an easy, unhurried motion. Cassie wrapped her legs first around his back, then agilely moved them under his arms to rest her feet on his shoulders. As she did so she slipped entirely down onto his shaft. The heat of her cunt completely enveloped and took him, giving his entire cock every bit of pleasure she had to offer.

Little Cassie rode his cock that way, bouncing up and down with him, all the while staring at him with his cum thinning until it dripped down her face like thick tears. Drops of it stained her top.

She quickly lost her composure. Her expressionless gaze gave way to one of tormented pleasure. Her smile, the beautiful smile he'd seen her wear whenever he fucked her, crept back onto her face. Eventually the whimpers started, too, but softly.

He continued until he felt her coming for him. He had abused her. He had covered her with cum. Now he raped her again, but he did it until he gave her the same pleasure she'd given him, as much pleasure as he could. 

Somehow she kept herself nearly silent, only whimpering and moaning softly, so no one would hear her. No screams or high pitched squeals escaped her throat tonight.

He couldn't come again, so soon, but he reveled in the feeling when the soft flesh of her cunt tightened suddenly, grabbing at his cock as it always did, convulsing powerfully as she climaxed. He continued until the twitching, gripping sensations had died, when he was sure she couldn't come any more.

Afterward he held her there, still staring into his face, not blankly now, but lovingly, and smilingly. She made a show of using the fingers of one hand to smear some of his cum across her face onto her tongue. She did it again, over and over, until most of the signs of his barbarism had been pushed out of sight into her hungry mouth. Her face was still damp, glistening under the porch light, but the fact that it had been her brother's cum that had drenched her was now hidden.

He lowered her to the ground, took her hand in his, and led her back into the house. Even then, she didn't take her eyes off of him.

* * *

"See!" Tara hissed as Brad and Cassie disappeared into their rooms.

"Oh my god," Aimee whispered. "You were right. Shit. What do we do?"

"Hell if I know," Tara replied. 

"It's not like we're much better," Aimee said.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"We both just fucked two strange guys in a parking lot, Tara. We were complete sluts."

"But we weren't fucking our own brother. There's a big difference."

"Maybe," Aimee answered. "Maybe not. The guys we fucked were total strangers. I've already forgotten his name, and I'll probably never see him again. All I remember about him is how good his cock felt. Cassie and Brad have known and loved each other their entire lives. I think if there's any way they could, they'd be sleeping in each other's arms tonight. You and I are sleeping alone, and want to, or at least I do."

"It's incest, Aimee," Tara said.




The Shy One Ch. 06



"I'm just not quite sure which of us is worse, that's all. I'm not sure I have that much right to judge," Aimee replied, before cutting off further discussion by stumbling off to her own bed. 



The Shy One Ch. 07



Control

"You have to stop me," he said to Cassie, as soon as he could get her alone. It was easier to say in the daylight. He tried to keep his voice even, but to his own ears it didn't sound like he had succeeded. 

They were walking together toward Lisa's house, to meet her and head to the beach. It was another gray, muggy day. There seemed to be far more of them this year than summers past.

Cassie stopped abruptly, turned and stared defiantly at him from behind her bangs.

"You can't keep letting me do this to you," he told her. He couldn't maintain eye contact, instead letting his eyes wander off behind her, looking around, looking for anything else to focus on. The intensity in her eyes unsettled him.

She reached for his hand. He jerked it away.

"You're not doing anything to me that I don't want," she said flatly.

It was his turn to stay quiet.

She stepped forward to hug him, pressing the side of her face into his chest. He fought off the urge to step back, but he didn't hold her, either. When he kept his hands stiffly at his sides, she pulled herself up to kiss him on the mouth. Her lips were soft and gentle.

He immediately felt the need to hold her tightly, to force her mouth wider and make the kiss more passionate. So he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away instead.

"Cassie, I'm your brother. You can't let me keep fucking you."

She tried to pull him into another kiss, but he pushed her again and spun away, walking quickly down the street. Cassie hurried to catch him, grabbing and holding his hand as they walked. He didn't look at her, but he didn't pull it away. She let him tow her along by the hand, just like when she was very, very little.

They didn't talk about it any more that day, or the next. Cassie respected his request. She still clung to him, and touched him when she could. He caught her looking at him frequently, and she caught him doing the same.

But they stopped having sex.

* * *

Brad heard her come into his room. He kept his eyes closed, but he knew she was there. It was close to three AM, and he'd been awake all this time, thinking about her, unable to sleep, just like the other nights. He should have been exhausted, having spent the past days thinking about everything incessantly. He should have fallen asleep instantly, but he couldn't stop thinking about her.

He felt the bed give slightly as she sat down beside him. In the hot muggy nights up here he always pushed the covers off. He slept naked, too, so his body was exposed to her now. She ran her fingertips up the length of his body, from his knees to his neck. He felt her lips kiss him gently on the forehead and the nose. He waited for her to kiss his lips, but she passed over them to his chin, then his neck and chest, working her way down.

Brad tensed as she reached his abdomen, planting one kiss on each ripple of muscle as she worked her way still further down. His cock was already growing by the time she reached it to plant first one small kiss on its side, then a flurry of kisses up and down it's length.

It had been four days since they'd had sex. He'd succeeded in staying celibate for four days. He hadn't even masturbated. He knew he should stop her. He also knew he wouldn't.

With his eyes closed, in the dark, Brad concentrated on the feel of Cassie's lips against his flesh. They were so small and soft. They were unusually cool in contrast to the hot, heavy night air, and to how they had felt at other times, against his own lips. 

She rained kisses up and down his cock as he continued to grow for her. He ached for her to take him in her mouth. She was more patient than he was, making slow, careful love to his cock with her lips and tongue. 

She didn't rape him the way he did her. She was a careful, considerate lover.

Her slim fingers touched him now, first stoking him very gently, almost imperceptibly. She made a ring around the base of his cock with two fingers, then slid them slowly up his shaft to his cock head, just as she'd done that night on the porch. When her fingers reached the end he felt her kiss the tip of his cock, then release him to place her hand in a new ring back at the base and start again. She did this incessantly, torturing him with her simple, repeated, gentle touch, while his body screamed at him for something more, to find release by plunging into her all at once.

Brad opened his eyes and lifted his head to watch her. Her mass of dark black hair hovered over him as she watched her own handiwork. Periodically her head dropped quickly to let her plant one little kiss on his cock, before lifting up again to watch some more.

He soon lost patience and self control. He reached toward her to touch the back of her head, gently at first, merely ruffling her hair playfully with his fingers. The next time she lowered herself to kiss his cock, he held her head firmly down, then pressed it harder against him, silently but forcefully insisting that she take him in her mouth.

She did so willingly, bobbing quickly up and down his shaft, but taking little more than an inch or so past his cock head into her mouth. He felt her small tongue brush across his cock as she engulfed him, as her lips slid down then back up the rim of his cock head.

This wasn't enough for him. It was torture having so little of him in her at once. He was used to having all of her. He was used to taking all of her.

With his hand still on her head, he pushed her further down, released her, then pushed her further still the next time. He felt his cock touch the back of her throat. She instinctively gagged and jerked back. He gave her a moment to regain her composure, then forced her head down again, even further. The fourth time, when she started to gag, he didn't release her right away. He held her there, with his cock stabbing the back of her throat, as Cassie struggled to get free.

She visibly fought back the urge to gag. He relaxed his grip, giving her longer this time to recover. Brad felt awful again. She had come to give him a blow job, to make love slowly and tenderly to his cock in the hot, silent night, and again he'd found a way to rape her. This time he was raping her mouth, and she was never even going to get to come herself.

He pulled his hand back, releasing her to continue however she wished.

Cassie lowered herself onto his cock, trying to take as much of it as she could. At the same time, she reached back, found his hand, and guided it back to her head. She slid back up is cock again, so that she held just the tip of it with her lips. She tickled it with her tongue, flicking it in quick circles around the top. 

Then she pressed his hand against the back of her head and forced her own head and mouth, with his hand, down again, hard and fast. She had forced herself back down onto his cock, just as he had done, until she started to gag, and then some. After a long moment she relaxed the pressure, letting his cock slide out of her throat. Then she repeated the action more violently.

The second time down she let his hand go. As soon as she did, he removed it. She caught him immediately, putting his hand back. She wanted him to force her mouth onto his cock. She wanted him to rape her mouth.

That thought excited Brad as much as anything. He obliged her quickly, even more abusively than she had. He forced Cassie's head up and down on his cock with both hands, thrusting his hips up to meet her at the same time. He fucked his little sister's mouth wildly.

* * *

Cassie gratefully submitted to the harsh thrusts of Brad's cock into her throat. She slowly was learning to overcome the gag reflex. She loved the feel of his cock filling her throat, just like it did to her pussy. Even more she loved his complete loss of control, his need to force himself into her as hard and fast as he could, even if it hurt her.

She had to take his cock however he wanted to give it to her, she thought. A good whore would do whatever he wanted, and she wanted to be her brother's perfect little whore.

Now that he was getting what he wanted, now that she took his cock completely into her mouth as he savagely fucked her face, she felt his passion exploding. It wasn't long before she felt his cock get harder and larger, signaling his pending eruption.

Cassie couldn't wait to taste his cum again, a third time. This time it would be pure, sprayed straight into her hungry mouth. She was going to make her brother fill her mouth with his cum.

Then he did. They hadn't fucked for four days, so he came and came some more, as much as she could take. It was surprisingly hot, and thicker than before. As it filled her mouth, she purposely let it leak out at the corners, watching it drip erotically down the sides of his shaft. She rolled what she'd kept around in her mouth with her tongue, then swallowed it so she could lick more from the sides of his prick. Her mouth moved patiently up and down his cum covered cock, like a popsicle, tasting it and cleaning it all at once. 

It branded her as his whore, his cock loving, cum loving, brother loving whore.

Cassie sat up to smile at him, with her mouth closed like that of a cat that had happily and playfully eaten a songbird. She still held his cock in her hand as she eased herself forward onto his chest, into the crook of his arm, to sleep with her loving brother.

* * *

Brad awoke to see the brightening sky outside his windows, and to the sound of the hall toilet flushing. The water started running in the sink as someone prepared to start their morning regimen. Brad glanced down at Cassie, calmly asleep and nestled in his arm.

The clock radio said 6:25 AM in glowing orange letters.

He stared at the outline of Cassie's breast under her nightshirt. He could feel it pressing against his chest. It felt wonderful, small, and soft, and delicate. He wanted to fondle her, but in her sleep that would be one more form of rape. She still wanted to keep her tits from him, or she would have removed the top. He willed himself to respect the boundaries she'd set.

They obviously weren't going to stop. Neither had any control any more, but he had to at least set limits.

He kissed her forehead and shook her gently to wake her. Her eyes opened slowly, then filled with a smile as they focused on him and sleep slipped away from her.

"Do you want Mom or Dad to find you naked in my arms this morning?" Brad asked her gently.

Cassie smiled wider, nodding her head "yes".

Brad smiled a glare back at her, then tilted his head toward the door, silently telling her to get out. Cassie responded by rolling her eyes and sitting up. She stretched a moment, pushing her arms out and back. Her tits strained temptingly against her shirt. Brad promised himself he wouldn't fuck her again without fondling them.

Soon Cassie was up, peeking out his door. Abruptly she closed it, ran over to kiss Brad quickly on the lips, then the forehead, then she hurried back to the door to peek out again. She quickly stepped out and skittered down the hall in quiet but quick tip-toe steps, trying to reach her own room before anyone caught her.

Brad smiled at the door, then rolled over to go back to sleep. 



The Shy One Ch. 08



Debt

It was almost noon when Brad stumbled down the stairs into the kitchen. He was still groggy from oversleeping. Everyone seemed to be out, which was fine with him, except for Cassie, who was sitting with Lisa at the table, holding her hand. Brad glared first at their intertwined fingers, then at both of them.

"Hi," Lisa said brightly.

Brad didn't feel bright himself. He was already in a bad mood from too little sleep, then sleeping too late. Seeing his little sister holding hands with Lisa, immediately after they'd just spent an entire night together, set him off. She'd made inspired love to his cock, he'd come into his little sister's mouth, then they fell asleep, she awoke in his arms like an angel, then she came down here to show affection to Lisa.

He thought they had broken up.

Brad leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to think things though. He couldn't get past his jealousy. It angered him to see them holding hands, more than it should, he knew, but he couldn't fight back the feelings. He stormed over to them and made a show of pulling their hands apart, then went to the refrigerator to find something cold to drink.

"I should go," he heard Lisa say, presumably to Cassie.

"I'll join you," Cassie answered unexpectedly, angering him more.

Brad scowled into the refrigerator as he listened to them leave.

* * *

It was another hour before Brad decided to head down to the boat and go sailing alone. When he got to the dock, Cassie and Lisa were there first, already getting ready to cast off.

He stopped a distance away, not wishing to seem like he was following them, but wanting to intrude anyway. Lisa saw him and waved him over. Cassie looked, too, giving him a thin, timid smile. If she hadn't done that, he would have turned and left. Instead he approached warily, trying to think of a smooth excuse to leave if things got more awkward.

"We were just heading out to the island to let me collect my debt," Lisa said with a smirk. "You really should come, too. To be fair, I think you should pay part of it."

This all confused Brad, and obviously it was meant to. Cassie sat in the boat smirking too as Lisa walked forward to release the dock line at the bow. He didn't like the thought of them going to their island together. Brad thought of it as he and Cassie's private refuge. But the mention of a debt was baffling. Lisa's lighthearted, laughing tone didn't fit the situation, either.

"I don't want to get in your way," Brad said, releasing the line at the stern.

"Look," Lisa said over her shoulder, suddenly showing a hint of anger. "We were just holding hands, okay? It was nothing. We're girls. Girls do that kind of thing. We were sharing a heartfelt moment, and we touched each other. Get over it."

"Girls don't usually fuck each other. I thought you said you were breaking up," Brad said as he stepped into the cockpit. "I thought you sluts had broken up."

Cassie slapped him, hard, across the face. It came out of nowhere. She'd never, ever raised a hand to anyone that he could remember. His face stung. The tingling spread and intensified as he looked at her in confusion and shock.

She glared at him, then instantly softened. She flung her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. She felt so good there, Brad thought. A moment later she lifted her mouth to his to give him a deep, soulful kiss, quickly forcing her tongue between his lips to hunt for his. He responded only hesitantly, but couldn't hold back for long. She kissed too well.

Her lips were just like she was, soft and shy, but clever and mischievous, and warm and pleasant and irresistible.

When Cassie had had enough, she pulled away and put her face back in his chest, holding him tightly. Brad kept his own eyes squeezed closed, enjoying the warm, fragile feel of her frame in his arms. He felt the boat begin to slide away from the dock as Lisa pushed it off on her own.

"Hey, lovebirds, wanna help?" she called as she went to the mast to raise the jib.

Brad's mood lightened at her choice of words. He liked the thought of he and Cassie as lovebirds. Thinking now about Lisa's tone, and Cassie's behavior, it looked like he had been being a jerk, maybe a big jerk, although he didn't understand much of what was going on.

* * *

Tara had watched her younger brother and sister hold their tight embrace as the sailboat slipped smoothly away from the dock, with Lisa at the helm. She kept replaying their kiss in her head. She'd never seen a couple so into each other.

They did make a cute couple, she had to admit. A cute incestuous couple, though. She and Aimee had to do something to get them under control.

Tara headed back to the house, to tell Aimee that Brad and Cassie had already taken the boat, so hey couldn't go sailing now. Then she'd tell her everything else she'd seen.

* * *

Once the boat was well clear of shore and under way, Brad sat close to Cassie. She immediately leaned on his shoulder. He put his arm around her, comfortably, pulling her closer. She felt good under his arm, too. She felt good anywhere, as long as she was touching him.

"Okay, now what's this about a debt?" Brad asked. He'd tried for some time to sort it out for himself, but couldn't.

"Last summer, I made Cassie an offer. There was a certain guy she really wanted to get in bed with, and I said I'd arrange it," Lisa explained. "It took a while, but I delivered, and now Cassie has to pay her part of the bargain."

Brad looked back and forth between the two of them. Cassie was beaming a smile at him. Lisa was grinning at him over the tiller.

"You arranged for me to fuck Cassie? Everything? From the very start?" he asked. He knew she'd had a big hand in getting them together, and that she'd been manipulating him. That was obvious. But he'd assumed it had all just sort of happened, that one thing simply lead to the next. 

He also thought Lisa had done it for her own warped entertainment, and for him. He never thought that Cassie was in on it since before she'd learned that he'd been her anonymous lover.

"Since last summer, yes," Lisa answered.

"You've wanted to fuck me since last summer?" he asked Cassie. She smiled back at him, then looked down into his chest as she admitted to her shame with a quick nod. When she looked back into his eyes he leaned forward to kiss her again, softly and simply.

"Since long before last summer," Cassie told him, the moment his lips released her. She breathed the words straight into Brad's mouth. "But last summer it got serious. Unbearable."

"She had wanted you to be her first," Lisa added. "But I told her she should get some experience."

Brad was quietly grateful. He liked, loved, the idea of being Cassie's first, but he knew he'd never have been able to handle the guilt. "Raping" her as a virgin would have been too much for him to handle.

"She told me everything at the end of last summer. We had played a game of truth or dare, one with no rules or limits. I told her my secret, that I was bisexual, with a strong leaning toward women, and she told me her secret, which was that she wanted to fuck her brother. So I made her an offer. If I could get you into her, she'd give me something in return."

Lisa paused, letting the story sink in, letting Brad think through all of the events of the summer, and put it all together.

"There's more to it now, though," Lisa continued. "Little Cassie's ambitions have changed since last summer, haven't they, sweetie? Actually fucking her brother has opened her eyes to new horizons. She's learned now that she wants to be more than just her brother's lover."

Brad waited for Lisa, or Cassie, to elaborate. It was all unraveling so quickly and unexpectedly, he had completely lost his bearings. He couldn't anticipate any part of this conversation. He had no idea where they were going now. He looked patiently at Cassie's face.

"I want to be your whore," Cassie said softly into the floor of the cockpit.

Brad paused to try to work that out, too.

"Meaning what?" he asked, looking between the two girls, awaiting an answer from either.

Lisa grinned at him more. Cassie kept her head hung low, seemingly embarrassed and ashamed. She wasn't going to say any more herself.

"Does it mean I have to pay to fuck Cassie, now?" Brad asked.

Cassie punched him hard in the chest, or at least as hard as she could. Brad feigned pain. Cassie repentantly rubbed the spot for him, then leaned on him, burying her face in his upper arm while holding it tightly with both hands. He wasn't sure if it was an act of apology, or just a way to hide her face in her embarrassment.

"It means she has to do whatever you want, whenever you want, where ever you want," Lisa said, looking ahead toward the island. She shifted the tiller to adjust their course and to better fill the sails. 

"She has to fuck you," she continued. "You can go into her room at four AM and fuck her without even bothering to wake her up. You can walk over to her while she's reading and jerk off on her face. You can have her sit on your cock and quietly fuck you during one of the evening bon fires, right in front of everyone."

Lisa paused to look at Brad. He tried to act cool, knowing his face betrayed him completely. Lisa smirked at him.

"You can indulge your wildest urges." Lisa's voice took on a low, hungry, sexual tone. "You can whip out your cock in the back seat of your car, while your mom is driving, then grab Cassie by the hair and make her suck it. And she has to do it, and she has to like it, because she wants to be your whore."

Brad tipped his head downward to look at Cassie. She still had her face buried in his biceps. He could feel her shame. He kissed the top of her head, then lifted her chin with his hand to kiss her lips softly. She looked at him, more than a little scared, as if any of this would make him think less of her. Or as if he might refuse.

"And you can say anything you want to her. You can tell her she loves your cock. You can tell her she's a whore. You have to tell her she's a whore. Or your little sister slut. She wants you to. She wants to hear what a good little whore she is, all the time. At the beach. At lunch. And especially when the rest of your family is around, though probably not loud enough for them to hear it."

Brad took a while to let it all settle in. Then he put it to the test. He gripped Cassie's shoulders. He pushed her away from him, gently but firmly. His hands slid down her shoulders to brush her breasts. Cassie closed her eyes, tensely sucking air in through her teeth.

"Take your top off," he ordered. He kept his tone soft and tender.

She kept her eyes closed, but did as she was told, pulling her shirt over her head.

"Bikini top, too," he commanded, a bit more harshly.

Eyes still closed, she reached back and undid the clasp, then shyly slid the straps off. She folded her arms, covering her tits.

"Show me your pretty little sister tits, Cassie," he commanded, warming to his role, trying to sound stern and arrogant. "Now."

Cassie dropped her hands, stiffly but obediently, to her sides. 

"Open your pretty little blue eyes," he commanded.

She opened her eyes, but looked up at the sky, avoiding eye contact with him. He left her that last shred of self defense.

Brad stared at her breasts for a long time, feeling Cassie grow more and more uneasy. When it seemed he'd tormented her for too long, he reached forward with both hands. He was gentle, first running the backs of his fingers around the edges and across her nipples. He took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger to pinch them, ever so softly. Cassie's gaze dropped down now to watch her brother's hands fondling her.

One strong hand slipped behind her neck, to hold her in place, as his other hand cupped her breast, then squeezed it, softly at first, then more firmly. Her entire tit fit easily into his single hand. Cassie let out a long, soft moan as he did it. He leaned forward to kiss her, aggressively forcing his tongue into her mouth, while squeezing her tit harder, almost as hard as he could. She moaned again into his mouth, then let the moan rise into a squeal.

He broke the kiss.

"I've always, always loved your tits, Cassie," he said hoarsely. "I've wanted to do this for years, and you keep hiding them from me. Now they're mine. I want to see them all the time."

Cassie whimpered once at his words.

Then he lowered his mouth to one tit. His lips and tongue tasted her flesh. He sucked it as hard as he could. It was so small that he took almost all of it at once, sucking in to cover as much of it as he could with his wet mouth. His tongue made quick circles around her nipple as her hands came up to pull his head into her chest. He continued kneading her other tit with his hand. The combined pressure forced her backwards onto the cockpit seat.

He played with her tits for a long while before rising and beginning to unbuckle his belt. Cassie looked up at him in anticipation.

"Sorry, but you don't have time for that now," Lisa said.

Brad looked at her.

"My debt, remember?" she said to them both. "We're nearing the island."

Brad looked at Cassie's tits again, then back to Lisa. He reluctantly slipped away. Cassie immediately moved under his arm, quickly guiding his hand back to one breast. She rested there while he kissed her hair, fondled her, and looked at Lisa again.

"So you teased me all summer, on purpose, to get me to want to fuck her? You maneuvered everything?" Brad asked.

"We were never even 'dating'," Lisa elaborated. "That was all, or mostly, just a ploy to set you up, to make you jealous. Every guy wants the girl he can't have, especially if he knows that someone else can."

"I saw you two together. I heard you," Brad argued.

"Oh, we played the game well. Don't think I didn't enjoy my part. Cassie is absolutely a hot little fuck, and I did like making her come, and she really did come for me. That part wasn't pretend," Lisa went on. "Except I think she was imagining you with her every time."

Cassie smiled at her. Brad looked at Cassie. His expression was at once harsh and tender.

"I thought I was raping you," he said. He let the annoyance show in his voice.

"I want you to rape me."

The anger left him as soon as Cassie said it. She was his whore. She wanted him to rape her, so it wasn't strictly rape. When he had thought that he was tricking her into fucking him, it was he that was being tricked. She knew it was him all along. When he thought she would die if she knew her brother was fucking her, she did know and she relished it instead.

When he had rammed his cock into her cunt, into her mouth, each and every time, it was exactly what she wanted, no more. He had never raped her. He'd felt all that guilt for nothing. Perhaps not all of it, he thought, but it was worse than it had to be.

He was going to fuck her again, now, as hard as he could. Brad started to undo his belt again.

"Debt," Lisa scolded, halting him again.

"Okay, so what's the debt?" Brad asked.

"Cassie has to finally, really lick my pussy. And as long as you're here, and clearly benefiting from the whole deal, you have to help. She's never done it before, so you have to make sure she gets it right. I want to experience the kind of orgasms she's been having all summer."



The Shy One Ch. 09



Payment

When the boat reached their favorite small, secluded island, Brad lowered the sails and dropped the anchor. All three of them waded ashore, then walked to a spot surrounded by boulders and trees. It was well shielded from prying eyes, although no one was likely to sail out here anyway. The boulders were covered with soft blue-green lichen and bright green moss. The area was heavily shaded, cool and comfortable.

Lisa spread a large blanket on the ground, then looked at Cassie, nodding her toward it. Cassie obediently stood in the center. She'd left her top off, at Brad's insistence. Without being told she slipped her bikini bottoms off now, too, then dropped to her knees. 

He liked watching this, seeing his little sister's bare tits and cunt in the sun, obediently following Lisa's orders.

Lisa knelt beside and slightly behind her. She reach around Cassie to gently touch and squeeze both of her tits. Cassie closed her eyes, enjoying Lisa's touches. Lisa kissed her neck, then worked her way up to nibble on her ear.

"Come help me Brad. Let's get your little sister all ready to eat pussy," Lisa said, her lips still brushing Cassie's earlobe.

Brad eagerly took up a position on Cassie's other side, kneeling and slightly behind her, too. Cassie turned to look at him. He kissed her as he fondled the breast nearest him. 

When he broke the kiss he saw Lisa energetically sucking Cassie's other tit. Lisa looked up at him, the tit still in her mouth, then released it to give Cassie a hard, wicked french kiss herself. Brad noticed that Lisa's finger was already buried in Cassie's undoubtedly wet slit.

"Let me see you fuck her," Lisa said to Brad. He realized he was going to have to take some orders, too. Lisa seemed to be a bit of a dominatrix today. "I like watching a brother fuck his sister whore."

Brad didn't mind the orders so far. He moved directly behind Cassie while Lisa moved to her front. He kissed the back of Cassie's neck and shoulders as he slid his own bathing suit down to the ground. Lisa alternated between sucking each of Cassie's tits.

Cassie stayed motionless, her hands at her sides, silent for the moment.

"I'm going to fuck my little whore, now," Brad whispered into Cassie's ear. Cassie turned to look at him, smiling. Lisa grabbed Cassie's chin roughly in her hand, spinning her harshly around.

"Eyes front, whore," she ordered, then kissed her hard on the mouth again. Brad pressed his cock against the small of Cassie's back, while reaching around to grab and squeeze both of his sister's tits during the girls' long kiss. Cassie started moaning into Lisa's mouth the moment he touched her.

Brad lifted Cassie upwards, still squeezing her tits in his hands. He made no effort to be gentle, but Cassie eased any pain by willingly rising herself. Lisa, staring into Cassie's eyes, reached down to grab his cock and guide it into Cassie. As soon as it touched her, Cassie eased back into him, arching her back to grind her ass and cunt further down onto his cock.

Brad clenched his eyes shut, aware once again only of the wickedly burning, constricting sensation of his baby sister's cunt taking his cock. The action pushed her tits harder into his hands. As soon as she'd pushed herself completely onto him, she began a smooth, easy, rhythm with her hips and ass, thrusting forward and back, easing his cock in and out of her hole. Brad's world tumbled away, leaving him with nothing but the feel of Cassie's blazing soft flesh tormenting the skin of his prick.

Her squeals began in earnest, then intensified as Lisa went back to sucking on her tits and kissing her hungrily. Brad opened his eyes to enjoy the sight of his sister being molested by another woman.

Lisa gave Cassie some time to enjoy their dual affections. Brad watched as the intensity grew on Lisa's face, too. He could almost see the point where Lisa snapped, where she needed move things along. Lisa reached into a pocket in her shorts to pull out a lipstick holder. She applied it generously to Cassie's lips.

"Hold still, girl, I don't want to smear it," Lisa said, laughing, as Cassie continued to rock back onto Brad's cock. She held Cassie's chin firmly with one hand, digging her fingers into her cheeks, while applying the bright red, glossy lipstick with the other hand. 

"There, that's better. Now. This is your 'whore' lipstick," she instructed. "You can't kiss anyone while you're wearing it. It's only for licking pussy and sucking cock. When you're done with me I don't want to see any of it on your lips. I want to see it smeared all around my cunt, everywhere. Do you understand?"

Cassie nodded, then moaned again as Brad brutally stabbed her again with his cock.

"I can't wait to see you lick pussy, little sister," he breathed into her ear. 

She looked back at him, meeting his eyes. Her own eyes were glassy, consumed with lust. Her mind was gone, leaving only her body and a world of swirling sensations to be wrestled with. Lisa's hand shot up to grab her chin, squeezing her cheeks tightly as she spun her forward again.

"I said eyes front, whore," Lisa barked.

Then Lisa stepped back, wearing a wry smile. She undressed slowly in front of them, taking her time, seemingly enjoying the sight of them fucking for her amusement. They both enjoyed watching her, too. Brad further delighted in the feeling of Cassie's cunt tugging on his cock as he watched Lisa strip.

Brad had forgotten how shapely Lisa's naked body was. Part of the beauty of Cassie's tits was their pointy, conical shape with small, dark, well defined nipples. Lisa's were larger and much rounder, more like the shape of Cassie's ass. Despite their size they were firm, with reddish pink nipples still forming into sweet points at their tips.

Lisa had a woman's shape from top to bottom, too. Cassie had curves at her waist and her hips, but they were subtle, making her look younger than she was. But Lisa's curves were exquisite, leaving no question, regardless of what she was wearing, that there was an intensely sexual woman within them. With nothing on, Lisa's body screamed at a man to admire it, or even more to come and touch it.

Once naked, Lisa stepped forward, so her cunt was inches from their faces. Brad admired her curling, dirty blonde pubic hairs, a sharp contrast to the straighter, blacker hairs of his sister. Her cunt was so different from Cassie's, more of a woman's cunt, matched with her meaty breasts and round hips.

"You're both going to lick this until I've come as much as I want to. Do you understand, whore?" Lisa asked, looking at Cassie. Lisa grabbed Cassie's head with both hands.

Cassie nodded her head emphatically, as another squeal escaped her lips.

"Try it now," Lisa said. "Try out your new whore lipstick. Put a nice red kiss right over my clit." Lisa swung her hips closer to Cassie's half open mouth.

Cassie looked up at her, hesitating. Lisa impatiently pulled her head forward. Brad added one hand from behind, helping to push Cassie's face against the top of Lisa's cunt. Cassie made a large, comic book pucker with her lips. She pressed them hard, was forced to press them hard, right over the top of Lisa's clit. 

Her eyes were tightly shut at first. They both held her there, until she opened her eyes to look up into Lisa's face. Then first Lisa, and next Brad, released her. Brad could see bright red lip marks, a pretty little girl kiss the size and shape of Cassie's mouth, right over the skin and pubic hairs around Lisa's clitoris.

Lisa backed off to lay back on the blanket before them, spreading her legs, while Brad returned to holding and molesting Cassie's sweet, pretty little tits. He admired the lipstick mark on Lisa's cunt. He wished he could see the same on Lisa's tits. Or Cassie's. Or both.

Lisa tried to sound firm and in control, but her own voice cracked and rose in pitch with excitement.

"Time to lick it, Cassie. Now," she ordered. 

Brad reluctantly released his grip on Cassie's tits. She fell slowly but obediently forward, onto all fours, until her face was again only inches from Lisa's pussy.

* * *

Cassie had held her face this close to Lisa's cunt before, but had never touched it with her lips until the lipstick kiss. She'd been close enough to smell it, and she could smell it now. The musky scent of sex, of female cum and sweat, was strong. 

Lisa had a lot more pubic hair than Cassie, not quite blonde but rather sandy brown, and curlier than Cassie's. Lisa had trimmed it short, though, into a neat heart shape around her long slit.

Cassie closed her eyes and hesitated, feigning reluctance. Brad leaned forward onto her back and thrust himself into her again. She pushed back with her ass and cunt, grinding against him, savoring the feeling, trying to get as much of him as she could. His hands had fallen to her hips, helping to hold her steady as he pushed eagerly forward. Now he moved them again to caress her tits.

She liked that, she liked everything. His cock was in her, filling her. His hands were on her tits, firmly squeezing them, owning them. The sweat from his chest made it slip across her back, and his breath was hot on her neck. She wanted him to fuck her like this forever.

She couldn't think about what she wanted, though. She was a whore. A double whore, now, for him and for Lisa. She was a true whore for Lisa. She'd been paid. She owed Lisa, and the price was small compared to what she was getting out of the deal.

Cassie looked over at Brad, his face beside hers now, right against Lisa's cunt. His tongue snaked out to trace a path up and down one side of Lisa's slit, then dug into the crevice where her clit was buried. It made quick, small circles there, right in the center of the lip marks she'd left. Lisa purred contentedly in response.

Brad was showing Cassie what to do. Brad moved his mouth to Cassie's ear. She felt his hot breath first, then his tongue tracing her ear lobe, just as it had traced Lisa's slit.

"Eat her cunt, Cassie," he ordered.

She was his whore. Their whore. She had to do it.

Cassie didn't really mind. She played at being scared, being the good little girl who didn't want to eat pussy. But she'd been ready for this all summer, thinking about it, even fantasizing about it. She was ready. She was actually eager. But she still liked playing the part of sweet, innocent, little Cassie.

Brad rammed his cock into her again, hard, pushing her face forward into Lisa's cunt. Cassie obediently opened her mouth and pressed it, inexpertly at first, against Lisa's cunt lips. She pretended to warm to the task slowly, beginning by nibbling around the edges, pulling on Lisa's cunt lips with her mouth. Then she drove her tongue into Lisa's hole, tasting her hot, slippery cum.

Cassie felt Brad grab her tits more ruthlessly now, squeezing painfully hard as he pushed his cock ever deeper into her, again forcing her face against Lisa's cunt. Cassie screamed again. As her mouth opened wide it covered Lisa's pussy. She felt Lisa's pubic hairs on her tongue and lips, then returned hungrily to licking pussy, losing all of her feigned inhibitions, doing only as she was told while her brother fucked her mercilessly.

She felt Brad's hands slide down her belly to grab her thighs. He jerked them suddenly back, lifting her knees off the ground and dropping her abruptly onto her belly. His cock slipped out of her. Cassie moaned her disappointment, but he was inside her again a moment later, deeper this time, slamming his hips rapidly against her ass to drive far into her, and to push her rhythmically against Lisa's wet cunt.

Cassie slipped her tongue into Lisa again. She was soon frustrated by how small her own tongue was, how little she could do to fill Lisa with it. She gave up and moved to find Lisa's clit, the wonderful little button that Lisa knew how to circle and press and tease in wondrous ways on Cassie herself.

"That's it Cassie. Make me come. Let your brother to help you."

Brad obeyed. He stayed inside Cassie, but abandoned his hard strokes to move his head beside hers. Cassie watched as his tongue reached out to find Lisa's clit, too, then she moved her own tongue to join his. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his tongue beside and against hers, with his sweaty cheek pressing against hers, as they licked Lisa together.

Cassie stayed with Brad the whole time, letting her tongue follow her brother's where ever it went, clinging to him with it just as she did during the day with her body. Brad moved to force his tongue into Lisa's hole, and Cassie struggled to join him, her own tongue feeling small and inadequate beside his. When Brad moved up to Lisa's clit, Cassie eagerly followed. Together they danced in tight circles over and around the Lisa's tiny, hard button.

Lisa kept up a monologue of dirty instructions the whole time. The sound of her voice had always excited Cassie. It made her feel like more of the whore that she wanted to be.

"That's a good whore, Cassie. Lick my cunt with your brother."

"Make noise, Cassie. Let me hear you licking me."

"Put your fingers in me, Cassie. Not Brad, just you. I want your little girl fingers in my cunt."

Lisa's words became frantic as she neared orgasm. She had always, always been in control, but now she was losing it.

"Find my clit, whore. Find my clit with your whore lips and make me come."

"That's it, Cassie! That's it! You're doing it! You whore! You whore!"

Lisa was fucking back now, bucking her hips violently into both of their faces. The motion of it started Brad's cock moving in Cassie again. He felt it, too, and abandoned Lisa's cunt to return his attention to fucking his little sister. Cassie was left alone to finish Lisa, to suck her and lick her and taste her and eat her and finish her, while Brad tried to fill Cassie herself with brother cock and brother cum. 

The thought and feel of it all sent Cassie over the edge, into a world of screams and convulsions. She came over and over again. A corner of her mind knew she'd stopped attending to Lisa, but it didn't matter. Cassie's erotic squeals had already sent Lisa over the edge, too. Lisa finished things on her own, ruthlessly bucking and grinding her cunt against Cassie's lips and face, fucking her hard so that they came together.

"That's it, Cassie Whore! Make your brother fuck you into me. Make me part of your incestuous brother fuck. Be our incestuous cock loving lesbian whore, Cassie. Be our whore."

* * *

Afterward, they all lay together on the blanket, in the shade of the trees. Cassie couldn't tell if Brad and Lisa were napping. She certainly couldn't sleep. She studied both of them, their bodies and faces. Every once in a while she would reach out to touch one of them, to caress the muscles of Brad's stomach, or the firm soft curve of Lisa's breast.

Some time later, Lisa stood up and walked off. She returned shortly with a cooler from the boat. They all sat together, mostly quiet, enjoying the warm summer air, simple food and a calming silence. Out on the lake today, on their island, there was no noise. There were few animals and birds here, and the wind was steady and smooth, not gusty, not rustling the leaves of the trees.

Lisa made an occasional joke about the lipstick smeared around Cassie's mouth, and her own cunt. They all laughed softly, but Brad and Cassie were otherwise comfortably silent.

* * *

They sat in a small, tight circle, eating and drinking. They were close together, closer than they'd normally sit, but none of them were touching. It was like an unspoken truce. None of the three lovers could get any more or less than the others. Lisa couldn't touch Cassie. Brad couldn't touch Lisa. Cassie couldn't touch Brad.

"Do you think you can get hard again, Brad?" Lisa asked.

Cassie turned sharply to look at Lisa. Lisa wasn't supposed to want him. At all. That was part of the deal. Brad was Cassie's.

Lisa saw the look in her face, the stern glare. She grinned back at Cassie.

"Not for me, whore, for you," she said. "Well, sort of for me. I like watching him fuck you. And now that you've paid your debt, I think he should reclaim you in front of me. Make you his whore in front of me."

Cassie continued to look intently at Lisa, then turned to Brad to see his reaction. She expected to see him grinning like an adolescent, but he didn't. He looked serious and tender. He was waiting to see if it was something she wanted. He was so good to her, she thought. Better than any other guy would ever be.

He still hadn't learned to treat her like a whore.

In answer, Cassie grabbed the lipstick container from where Lisa had dropped it on the blanket. She made a show of covering her lips with it.

* * *

It wasn't long before Brad lay on his back on the blanket, with Cassie lying on her back on his chest, legs straddling his. Both of them stared at the tops of the trees, filtering patches of sky, as Brad pushed his cock into her. Cassie was moaning hysterically.

Lisa sat off to the side, watching. She talked incessantly. Each of her breasts sported three red kiss marks, where Brad had made Cassie kiss her before he would fuck her. Cassie had similar marks, where Lisa had eagerly returned the favor at Brad's request.

"Tell your brother you love him, Cassie."

Cassie fought to control her voice. The words came out in an almost unintelligible whimper. As soon as they did Brad pushed himself into her again, turning her moans and words into screams.

"Say it like you scream, Cassie. Scream it at the sky," Lisa told her.

Cassie tried again. The words were more intelligible this time.

"I love you, Brad."

He skewered her hard again, lifting both of their hips from the ground. Their backs arched, bending to their limits. His fingers pinched her straining nipples. His mouth and tongue slavered over her neck. She felt his sweat drenching her back and his chest. She could feel the hard curves of his chest muscles pressing into her shoulder blades.

She tried to say it louder, to scream it.

"I love you Brad! I love your cock!"

"Tell him you're his whore, Cassie."

"I'm your whore, Brad! I'm your little sister whore!"

Brad went wild at the sound of her words. He bucked feverishly, lifting her up, over and over again. His hands came down to her clit to hold it in a death grip, squeezing it as if trying to tear her cunt open. 

As she started to come she lost track of everything except the feel of his cock inside her. An army of orgasms trooped through her body, invading and possessing her. She wanted to keep screaming her love for him. She wanted to scream that she was his whore, but she simply couldn't control her voice enough.

She listened to the sound of his moans as he came, too.

Afterward, when she was spent, she lay on top of him, whimpering and purring. Her body trembled slightly, exhausted and electrified by the experience, but unable to relax. She took his hands, moving them back up to her tits to hold them there contentedly.

Then he spoke, too.

"I love you, too, Cassie. I'm not supposed to love my little sister. I'm not supposed to love your body, and to fuck you, but I can't stop. I have to. I'd rape you if I had to, if you weren't my whore. I love your pretty little tits. I love your pretty round ass. I love your hot, wet, tight, little cunt."

Cassie turned to kiss his cheek as he talked.

"I love the hair that always hangs in your face, and I love the thrill of seeing your eyes when you finally brush it aside. I love seeing your freckles spread as you break into a smile. I love looking at your tiny little mouth, waiting for a glimpse of your sweet little tongue. And I love feeling how hot and soft it is when I kiss it."

Cassie felt a warmth spreading through her, and as much as she hated to, she let his cock slip out so that she could roll over to face her brother. She smothered him with the longest, deepest kiss that she could muster.




The Shy One Ch. 09



* * *

On the way back, Cassie sat nestled in Brad's encircling arms, completely possessed and protected by him. Lisa kept her eyes facing forward, like a chauffeur, trying to give them a sort of privacy as she guided the boat back to the dock.

Cassie thought back to the beginning of the summer, to the very beginning of Lisa's plan. She reached back to the one time that Lisa was allowed to touch Brad, to give him his pity blow job. Cassie had sat down the hall, nervous and jealous, alone in her room, listening to the sounds that Lisa was making with her mouth on Brad's cock. Lisa had done that on purpose, she was sure, being as loud as she could so that Cassie would hear it all.

Cassie was disappointed that her brother had made it through the entire ordeal without making a sound.

Thankfully, it wasn't long at all before Lisa came to her room, her mouth closed in a tight lipped smile. Cassie remembered virtually jumping up from her bed to meet her at the door. She didn't wait a moment. She eagerly put her hands behind Lisa's neck to pull herself up, kissing Lisa feverishly with a searching tongue.

Lisa quickly obliged, opening her mouth and letting Cassie taste her brother's cum. Lisa had held it all there, purposely, for Cassie. Their tongues had moved frantically, Lisa out of lust for Cassie, and Cassie in an unending hunt to find and taste and take every drop of Brad's cum.

That was the first day she had tasted him. In a way it was the first day she had sex with him, even though she hadn't yet touched him. It was her first taste of incest, and after that experience there was no turning back for her.

Cassie would tell Brad about it some day. But not now, with Lisa there. Not until they were alone. 



The Shy One Ch. 10



Excess

Cassie lay naked, face down on her bed, waiting for Brad to come to her. She loved it when he took her unawares, entering her smoothly, proving her lust for him by showing how wet she became just by waiting for him, and how easily he slid into her because of it.

As she waited, she thought back to that first time with him, on the boulder by the lake, with Lisa beneath her. Cassie had been so nervous then. She had actually trembled in Lisa's arms, grateful that Lisa was there to help her through it, to hold her down, to keep her from backing out.

Lisa kissed her so hard, then. Cassie couldn't enjoy it fully, at first, but was glad that Lisa had done something to distract her from her torrent of emotions. She was about to commit incest. She was hiding everything from Brad. She was tricking him. 

And she was losing her virginity.

Cassie had had no idea how it would feel, that first time. It wasn't just going to be her first time with her brother, it was going to be her first time ever. She'd lied to Lisa, and later Brad, about losing her virginity at college. She'd wanted Brad to be her first. He was going to be her first, no matter what, so she had ignored Lisa's advice.

As she laid there on the unyielding stone, she'd wondered if she'd made a mistake. She had no idea what to expect. She had an uncertain idea of what to do. She had played at fucking herself with various objects, so she knew she wasn't going to bleed, but that hadn't prepared her at all for the actual experience, with a flesh and blood man, with her brother.

She lay there that night, with Lisa's warm skin beneath hers, with Lisa's warm lips on hers, with Lisa's calming, filthy words in her ears. Lisa's arms were holding her immobile in a viciously tight embrace, while Lisa's legs pressed her knees down onto the cold hard stone, keeping her own legs spread in forced invitation to her brother. The night air was still and cool against her own naked ass, almost as cool as the boulder beneath them.

Lisa had prepared her, too, in other ways. Lisa absolutely knew how to make Cassie come. Her understanding of Cassie's own body was uncanny. She'd sensed Cassie's nervousness, and knew it might ruin everything. So Lisa's wickedly agile fingers had teased and tormented Cassie's nipples and her clit and her cunt. She'd purred into Cassie's ears that her brother was going to fuck her like no man ever had. At the same time she pressed two fingers deep into her slit, while rubbing another on her clit. Cassie was already on the verge of coming before Brad had even arrived.

Then she heard him. Lisa had warned her he was approaching, too, but it wasn't necessary. Cassie could hear and sense Brad scrambling up behind her. She remembered the exhilaration as he planted his hands beside her. She remembered the shock of the unexpectedly feeling of his cock brushing across her ass, it's warmth in sharp contrast to the crisp night air. 

Then, suddenly, he was inside her, and the feel of his cock wasn't merely warm, but amazingly hot. Nothing she'd put inside herself had ever felt like that. Nothing had prepared her for the fulfilling, completing sensation of a hot, hard, living cock burying itself inside her.

Then he did more than just fuck her. He took her mercilessly. She'd expected him to be as he always was with her, careful and tender and gentle. She'd expected him to move slowly, carefully in and out, afraid of hurting her, just as she'd always done when practicing herself. It was going to be a slow, tender, warm fuck by her wonderful, caring big brother, in the cool night air beside a calm, dark pool of water.

It wasn't. He was ruthless and out of control. He hammered into her over and over again. She could still hear the loud slaps of his hips against her ass, and the squishing noises that her embarrassingly wet, slut's cunt made under the force of his rapid thrusts. She could feel his cock stretching her wider, almost painfully, wonderfully close to painfully.

His passion was overwhelming.

That was okay. Whatever he did was okay. She didn't want to come that night. She didn't expect to. She simply wanted Brad to enjoy her body, to take her and be with her and enjoy her as much as he could, however he wished. 

Somehow, seemingly the first moment he entered her, her dear brother had made her come instantly.

* * *

It was brutally hot. The beach was crowded to capacity. Everywhere, glossy bodies reflected the sunlight with coats of sweat, or with short lived layers of water from frequently needed dips in the lake. Cassie felt a small bead of perspiration travel from above her nipple, down the side of her breast, then down her ribs. Her top was matted to parts of her chest in large, dark, wet spots.

Brad rolled over to put his mouth close to Cassie's ear. Their whole family was at the beach, sitting in a tight group. Mom and Dad were somehow reading, despite the heat, while their kids lay around them, all enduring their enjoyable discomfort by staying perfectly still, like sunbathing corpses.

"Your tits are mine now, Cassie," Brad whispered almost inaudibly. "I want everyone to see them. Take your top off so people can see your pretty little tits."

Cassie sat up without hesitation. She pulled her top up over her head, exposing the skimpy bright yellow bikini top she wore. She felt embarrassingly naked in it. She lay back down and closed her eyes, imagining people's teasing stares. Brad put his mouth to her ear again.

"That's a good whore," Brad whispered. She smiled, wishing she had the nerve and the freedom to do more, to actually take her bikini top off, too.

* * *

Cassie tried to carry all of the food by herself from the snack shop, clearly struggling with too much. She'd have to make two trips, at least, Brad thought.

"Let me, Cassie," he told her.

She glared back at him. Her eyes told him she was his whore; that she had to do it.

Brad forcefully took the fries from her hands to put them back on the counter. He held her arm firmly in one hand as he pulled her aside to whisper in her ear.

"Look, Cassie. You're my whore, you have to fuck me whenever and however I want."

She looked up at him from behind her bangs with a very slight twinkle in her eye. He put his mouth to her ear again.

"But you're not my slave. If you're a whore, that means I have to pay for it, somehow. So I have to do everything else. I have to carry the food. I have to do things for you, not the other way. I have to earn enough to pay for your hot little cunt and mouth."

Cassie looked at him again. She pushed the hair completely from her face, eyes darting back and forth between his. She looked around quickly. No one was watching, so she stole a quick kiss from him before walking away, back out to the beach, leaving all of the food for him to carry.

* * *

It was crowded at the beach the next day, too. Brad had ordered Cassie to wait for him on her knees behind the snack shop. It wasn't secluded or private, but people didn't wander back there very often. They could, but they didn't.

She was there, obediently on her knees, when he came around the corner. Brad stood before her as he pushed his bathing suit down just below his crotch. He held his already hard cock in his hands. She looked up at him with a sweet little smile as he began to stroke himself in front of her.

"Show me your tits again, little sister," Brad said.

Cassie lifted her top over her head. Then she obediently undid the strap on her bikini top, exposing her tits and nipples to the sun and air, and to her brother's eyes.

When he'd finished, when his cum covered her face and her tits, he surprised her.

"Okay, now put your bikini top back on, but not your other top, and don't touch my cum. Leave it there, and go back and lie down and let the sun bake it onto your face and your tits in front of everyone."

Cassie didn't visibly react. She also didn't hesitate. She did as she was told. She glanced back at him briefly, finally showing a touch of nerves, as she turned the corner to walk out in plain sight where everyone could see her, with her brother's cum on her face and her tits.

From a distance, Brad watched her walk all the way to her beach chair. He looked around, scanning the faces of everyone she passed. As he thought, no one looked, no one noticed. Cassie walked by them, then lay in their midst, with his cum all over her. In time it would thin and mix with her sweat, becoming invisible to everyone.

He went to lie beside her, where he discreetly held her hand.

* * *

Aimee sat at the kitchen table, listening to Cassie's loud, ecstatic screams drifting down the stairs. The girl was unbelievable. Or rather, Brad must be unbelievable, Aimee thought, to make her scream that way. If Tara were here, she'd be having fits. 

Brad and Cassie didn't know that Aimee had come back from the beach early, following them home soon after they'd made an excuse to slip off early. She sat here, in the kitchen, so that she'd be able to warn the lovers, and head her parents off, if they came back early, too.

Cassie screamed again, and Brad moaned almost as loudly. Aimee wondered wistfully what it would be like to be with Brad, and if he could make her scream that way, or even louder. She grinned to herself, then shoved the thought aside. Brad belonged to Cassie.

* * *

The water slapped against the hull of the boat with a steady beat, matching the rocking of the boat and the smooth, teasing feel of Brad's cock as it slid across Cassie's clit. She thought about how the sounds of the hull matched the sounds of Brad's hips as they slapped her ass whenever he fucked her. Occasionally the boat drifted into the dock, making a dull thud that would startle her out of her aimless thoughts.

He wouldn't fuck her now. It was killing her, and pleasing her immensely.

His lips were firmly locked on hers, moving gently, continuously. His tongue found hers. It wasn't marauding, but was as gentle as his lips, stroking and caressing her own tongue slowly and casually, just as his cock slowly and casually caressed her clitoris. He held himself out of her, and above her, letting the ridge of his hard prick glide up and down the length of her wet slit, and so too it would glide charmingly across her swollen, throbbing clit, gently teasing her toward climax.

His mouth left hers to find her breast. Her brother loved her tits so much. It warmed Cassie just to think about it, but when his mouth found her nipple, the thought and the emotion and the sensation combined melted her into the cushions. Her hands found his hair, to stroke him, to show him that she loved having his mouth on her tiny, sensitive tits.

"Please fuck me, big brother. Please fuck me right," she pleaded, hoping he would ignore her to continue this wonderfully tantalizing, penetration-less fuck.

Cassie opened her eyes, seeing only the close ceiling of the sailboat's cramped cabin. Her brother's cock slid once more across the hard button of her aching, tormented clit. She felt her first orgasm approaching then. She felt the screams building inside her. She imagined Brad coming, not inside her as usual, but on her, shooting his heavenly cum across her belly and her sweetly loved tits, his beloved tits.

She came then. Her screams echoed throughout the small cabin. Brad moaned his appreciation into her nipple as she continued to scream, and he continued to stroke her, making her come over and over for as long as he could contain himself, before fulfilling her wishes with waves of cum.

She hoped, as she squealed wildly, that none of her sisters came to the dock to go sailing just now.

* * *

Cassie lay in the sun on the beach, eyes closed, listening to the menagerie of noises around her. Aimee and Tara were checking out the guys, loudly commenting on their virtues and flaws. Some of the gang were playing with a frisbee in the distance in the water, laughing and screeching and splashing.

Cassie cheated, letting her tongue quickly snake out to lick one small drop of Brad's cum from her face.

It had become almost a routine of theirs, his favorite task for her, and now one of her favorites, too. Every few days he would make her do it, wear his cum in front of everyone. At first she'd been mortified, certain that everyone would see. But no one ever looked, let alone noticed. If they did, it just looked like poorly applied sun block.

It took a while to become comfortable, but now she loved it. She had even asked him to do it, today.

"Hi," she heard Lisa's voice say from above her.

Cassie opened her eyes. She had to shield them with one hand from the sudden glare of the sun. Lisa kneeled down beside her, lowering her head to put her mouth to Cassie's ear.

"His cum looks good on you. He tells me you're being a very good little whore. It's also nice to see your tits a lot for a change. I should have made you do that myself."

Lisa's tongue pushed its way into her ear, quickly, then was gone, as Lisa headed off into the lake herself.

* * *

Cassie clung tightly to Brad. She listened to the rapid pounding of footsteps above her, followed by a more distant splash, as Tara ran across the floating dock and dove into the water. Cassie looked up between the slats at the dark spot where Aimee lay, sunbathing almost directly above them.

The floating dock rocked slowly with their own movements, and the simple waves of the lake. She and Brad were beneath it, with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and his cock deeply inside her. She floated gently in the water, while he did all the work. He'd found purchase with both hands on a cross beam above his head, using it to rhythmically pull himself partially up out of the water. 

When he did, it pushed his cock more deeply into her, and she'd stifle the urge to moan. Then he'd relax, sinking down into the water, letting them both float as his cock would slide partially out. Then he'd pull himself up to do it again.

It was a slow, deliciously long fuck. The steady pulse of the waves and his cock moving inside her was searingly erotic. She'd already worn his cum that morning, so he stayed hard now for as long as he wished. Cassie's only regret was that she didn't dare to make the noises she knew Brad loved to hear. Part of her wished that he would order her to cry and scream.

The exertion pooled beads of sweat onto his face. She loved watching his clenched jaw as it contorted with the effort of each pull. The muscles in his neck would tighten and bulge. He'd grit his teeth in a deliciously masculine grimace as he strained up each time, growing more fatigued with each pull. She was his whore, but he was working hard to make them both come.

Cassie looked up again, as Tara pulled herself back up onto the dock and walked directly above her, readying for another dive. Cassie loved being so very close to Aimee and Tara, both oblivious to the fact that their brother was fucking her just beneath them. She thought she loved that most of all, the knowledge that of all of them, she alone had their brother as a lover. She wanted more fucks like this, with her sisters close by.

* * *

Aimee was sitting up now. As Tara pulled herself up onto the dock, Aimee held one finger to her lips, then pointed down, and then to her ear. Tara stood still, dripping onto the dock, trying to keep her balance despite the raft's steady rocking motion, while listening quietly for whatever Aimee had heard.

Then she heard it, too, a soft, excited whimper. A moment later, it came again. It seemed to repeat, rhythmically. Tara knew immediately what it was. She opened her eyes wide at Aimee, as Aimee grinned back at her and nodded.

Brad and Cassie were really pushing things, Tara thought, then quickly turned and dove back into the water, to escape the sounds of their lovemaking. She swam quickly back to shore.

* * *

Cassie and Brad stood under a tall tree in the woods. In the distance they could hear the laughter and commotion of people on the beach. A gentle breeze tickled the leaves above them, then ran laughing over their bodies, too.

Brad pressed his cock into the crack of Cassie's bare ass, losing himself in the feel of her soft, cool skin against his hard, hot erection. His hands slipped up her belly, under her top, to very gently caress her nipples. He let his hands see her tits instead of his eyes, building the image of them in his mind, carefully tracing every curve and angle, feeling their delightful, conical shape peaking in the sharp, firm points of her nipples.

Cassie's head tipped back, so his mouth could explore her neck. He did so tenderly, gently, trying to show Cassie that he didn't just lust after her, he loved her. He could say it, he said it constantly, but he wanted to show her.

Her lips found his cheek. He readily, eagerly moved his lips to hers, drinking his sister in, holding her in his arms, firmly against his body and his cock, lips locked tightly in a loving, unbrotherly kiss.

* * *

The sun was very low in the sky. The beach was deserted. Brad fucked Cassie slowly and gently in the shallow water, as she kissed every corner of his mouth. She adored his mouth. She adored making love to his mouth. She kissed and nibbled and teased and explored his lips relentlessly.

If anyone came now Cassie and Brad would be irrefutably caught. Cassie would be seen fucking her brother, being his loving whore. The thought of it pushed her closer to orgasm.

She released her grip on Brad and floated back, keeping her legs locked around his waist. She arched her back, letting her hair float free in the water, while her tits reached up into the cool air like two small islands. She felt a thrill as the steady lake breeze rushed over her wet nipples, chilling them. 

As she started to come, she let the squeals come, too. Let them hear her, she thought rebelliously. She wanted them all to hear what her brother did to her.

* * *

"Isn't this better than reading at a lonely beach?" Aimee asked her mother.

"It's not bad. I really want to finish my book, though," her mother replied.

"You can finish it any time," Aimee said. "We don't have many more chances to go sailing together. This feels like it did when I was younger, when you first taught me."

Aimee's mother smiled back at her, enjoying the memory and the time alone with her oldest daughter.

And you wouldn't finish that book if you went to the beach this evening to do it, Aimee thought. Brad and Cassie are there, and knowing them, you'd catch them and you probably would never finish your book, ever. Aimee had barely intercepted their mom in time, and had had to think fast to find a way to keep her from going. 

* * *

Cassie walked through the room, past her sisters and parents, all the time rolling Brad's cum around in her mouth with her tongue, reminding herself it was there. She reached the shelves at the far end of the room, where she kneeled down, pretending to look for a book to read. She pulled one out at random, then stood up and turned to walk back out of the room.

No one looked at her. The family sat scattered in the chairs around the room, as they often did, each absorbed in their own favorite sections of the Sunday paper. Mom sipped tea from a cup, then thoughtlessly and clumsily put it down onto its saucer without looking at it, let alone her. It made a soft tinkling clatter that seemed loud in the quiet room. 

Cassie tried to move slowly, nonchalantly, past them. She didn't want to draw their attention to her. She also didn't want to rush the experience. She moved her tongue through her closed mouth, relishing the syrupy feel of more of her brother's cum.

When she was back in the kitchen, she opened her mouth for Brad, proving to him that his cum was still there, that she hadn't cheated by swallowing it. Then she looked into his eyes as she did swallow it, obediently completing her task.




The Shy One Ch. 10



She beamed a smile at him, then returned to sit with their family and read whatever it was she'd just pulled from the shelf.

* * *

Cassie swung gently and comfortably, if awkwardly, in the shade. She struggled to play her part, to do as she'd been told, saying the opposite of what she really wanted.

"Please stop, Brad. I'm your sister. You're raping your little sister," she begged, trying to make her voice sound frightened.

Cassie's gaze fell naturally up to the thick tree limb to which she'd been tied. She dangled there, legs and arms stretched upward, with each wrist bound to an ankle by cut up sheets, and each ankle suspended separately from the tree limb. Her bonds were spaced far apart above her, so her legs were spread, opening her cunt and her ass wide to her brother.

Cassie heard the sound of Brad's knees hitting the dirt, then felt him ravenously cover her cunt with his mouth. Cassie turned her head to the side where Lisa sat in a folding chair, sipping wine, fingering her own pussy, and enjoying the show. The strain of holding her head up became too much, so Cassie relaxed her neck, letting her head flop back to view a world of trees and sky turned upside down.

"Please, Brad. Please don't fuck my aching cunt any more," Cassie whimpered.

She felt Brad stand up, ready to ignore her phony pleas, ready to give Cassie more of his satisfying cock. A moment later she was swinging helplessly, as his cock slipped into her and his hips slapped her ass, knocking her away. The swaying continued as he pounded her again and again and again.

She decided to bend the rules, just a bit, to say some of what she really wanted, what she felt.

"I'm your sister, Brad, please stop! Please stop making your sister love your cock, Brad. Please, please, I'm starting to love my big brother's big cock..."

The speed and force of his thrusts increased violently, becoming almost dangerously frantic. Cassie was sent into a world of spinning trees and sky and an explosion of mind devouring sensations.

* * *

Cassie looked down at Aimee's face in the thick darkness, sound asleep on her pillow. The bright green numbers of her bedside clock showed it was just before 4 AM.

Cassie stood naked before her unconscious sister as Brad rubbed his rigid cock against the crack of her ass. When his hands found her tits, she arched her back, pressing her soft cheeks harder against his stiff shaft. She tipped her head back to kiss his neck. His mouth quickly found hers. She opened it eagerly to accept his tongue.

Soon enough he was inside her, fucking her gently, slowly, and silently. His hands whispered across her body, from tits to stomach to groin to hips to ass to arms to tits again, and again, as if unable to decide where to touch her. His delicate, sensitive touches were excruciating. Cassie fought back the urge to moan, while intently watching her sister's calm, sleeping face with Brad, until he came inside her.

She listened to Brad's footsteps retreat down the hall to his room. Cassie herself stayed to watch Aimee sleep a while longer, until she felt Brad's cum dripping out of her, down the inside of her thigh. Only then did she return to her bed, to sleep comfortably and warmly, if alone, with only her brother's cum inside her for company.

* * *

The sky above and before her was bright blue. The ground beneath her was hard, but forgotten.

Cassie felt the walls of her cunt convulse and twitch around her brother's cock, several times, before finally relaxing. Brad had already come, too, but he continued to move inside her, moaning in delight with each stroke, prolonging their lovemaking while Cassie recovered beneath him, enjoying the warming glow she always felt after an orgasm.

Usually by now her mind was like a cloud trying to trap a flock of birds, unable to hold onto a thought, like the confusion one feels when waking up slowly in the early morning dark. Today, this time, she thought clearly.

Cassie moved her hands to trace patterns on her brother's back as he slowly subsided and became still. She explored him with her hands, savoring the feel and smell of his skin, picturing the wonderful lines of his body in her mind as she traced them with a fingertip.

Cassie considered what she was doing. She was fucking her brother. No, that was harsh. She was fucking her loving brother. 

He was the boy that had held her hand as he walked her to the corner store here at the lake, to buy candy on summer mornings. He was the boy that hovered around her when she had first learned to swim, ready to help her, even though she could almost swim better than he. He was the teenager that eyed all of her dates in high school, sizing them up, and maybe silently warning them away, or at least warning them to watch their step and their hands. Now he was a young man that was unbearably attractive, warm and tender and strong and angry all at once.

She'd always flirted with him. He hadn't known it, he hadn't seen it, but she had. She'd stolen a touch, here and there. She'd given him long, admiring looks. When she'd first started to develop, she'd stick her bust out for him, trying to make her breasts appear larger to draw his eyes to them. She'd walk away from him, sometimes, just to get him to watch her ass. She'd spend hours choosing an outfit to attract his attention, to try to make her seem more curvy and feminine than her body naturally looked.

She was his little sister. He was her loving brother, and she was fucking him. It was incest. It was wrong. She was bringing him unmatched pleasure, but that was wrong. They were bringing each other unmatched pleasure, and that was wrong.

Cassie continued tracing the lines of his back, then moved to his sturdy shoulders and down his wondrously thick arms. Brad stirred some, moving his head to nibble softly on her neck. She felt his breath there. She lifted her head to kiss him on the top of the shoulder. Brad moved then to find her lips, and Cassie melted into the earth beneath them.

It was wrong, but it didn't feel that way. It didn't feel right, but that made it even better, and it felt too good to be wrong.

* * *

It was almost dawn when Brad went to Cassie's room, naked. He took her by the hand to lead her down the stairs in the dark. He towed her behind him out to the bench swing on the porch. It creaked loudly as he sat in the center of the musty cushion. Brad momentarily reconsidered this adventure, afraid that the noisy, grating sound might wake someone. 

He shrugged it off. They'd already done so much, there didn't seem to be any more limits. They hadn't been caught yet. He didn't care if they were caught. He almost wanted to be caught, just for the thrill, and to be able to tell the world what Cassie meant to him.

Cassie straddled him, eager to have him inside her. She was always eager, no matter how or how often he demanded she give herself to him. She stared into his eyes as she guided him into her with one hand, the other holding onto him for precarious balance on the noisy, wobbling swing. Her tiny fingers dug into the muscles at the back of his neck. He could feel her nails gently biting into his skin. 

Brad put his hands on her tiny waist, then tipped his lips up toward hers. She responded readily, lowering her face to his to give her sweet, tender mouth to him. He had learned that his sister loved to kiss, and he loved it, too. He kissed her whenever he could, and many times when he shouldn't. He moved back and forth, from her upper lip to her lower, tugging at them with his, until she opened her mouth to him.

Once she was settled on him, Brad pushed gently against the porch with his heels, starting the swing in a slow, gentle motion, calling out to everyone with its creaky voice to come and see them, while he kissed and fucked his pretty little sister in the lightening sky.

* * * 

"Did you hear the swing this morning?" Tara asked Aimee.

Aimee looked quickly around, to be sure their parents hadn't heard the question.

"Yes."

"I spent the whole time ready to jump up and beat them down the stairs, if they got up to find out what it was," Tara told her.

"But they didn't."

"We've got to talk to them, Aimee. They're going to get caught. And I want to use the sailboat once in a while, without hearing them in it when I get there."

"Tara, the summer is almost over. Let them have what they've got. It's not hurting us. In fact, it's kind of fun covering for them."

Tara glared at Aimee, even as she thought that she was right. She had never in her life had a lover do for her what Brad did for Cassie. The fact was, she was jealous. They both were.

* * *

Cassie began to think that Brad would fuck her forever this time. He was never going to stop.

In the dim room she listened to the array of sounds they made together. It started with a wet slap as Brad slammed his cock pleasingly into her. She felt his balls bounce against her ass each time. Under the force of his thrust the big king sized bed groaned, ending with a loud squeak from a single loose spring, and a slight thump as the headboard struck the wall. 

Cassie had long since stopped screaming, now managing only a whimper from her hoarse throat whenever she felt her brother's cock driving as far into her as he could, stabbing the soft flesh deep inside her and brutally striking her clit with his pubic bone. Her whimper was joined each time by a pleasingly loud grunt from Brad. The whole thing ended with a sharp intake of breath by each of them as he withdrew from her, only to do it all over again.

The sounds repeated, quickly, over and over, like an oddly musical, sexual chorus with a fast, incessant beat.

Slap, groan, squeak, thump, whimper, grunt, breathe.

Again.

Slap, groan, squeak, thump, whimper, grunt, breathe.

Dad, Aimee and Tara had all left for home the night before, forced by the working world into passing their time by earning dollars. Mom had left around mid morning to go antique hunting with friends. She'd told them they could make frozen pizzas for dinner, which meant they had the house to themselves all day and much of the evening.

Her car had barely left the driveway when Cassie was being blinded by the blazing morning sun as Brad fucked her into the cushions of the couch in the family room, on the very spot where their parents often sat together to read the Sunday paper. He showed unusual restraint and control that first time, pulling out just before he came so he could bathe Cassie's small, conical tits in his abundant cum, while she giggled, beaming a wickedly happy smile at him.

She wore his cum, and nothing else, around the house for the rest of the morning. He made her breakfast, served it to her, then cleaned everything up while she watched, feeling pampered and smiling gratefully at him.

After lunch, which Brad also prepared and served, they used Cassie's bed. She was finally free to scream as much as she wished, all day, and she made the most of her freedom. Brad made use of it, too, barking excitingly dirty thoughts at her as he fucked her, outdoing Lisa with a filthy, incestuous dialogue that pushed Cassie beyond her limits. 

He called her his whore and his sister slut. He asked if she loved her brother's cock. He told her no one else's cum would ever paint the insides of her pussy like her brother's did.

Now, this third time, they were in their parent's bed. Cassie kept one hand on Brad's ass, hungrily pulling him into her. The other hand ruffled Brad's hair. She let his lips find hers.

Slap, groan, squeak, thump, whimper, grunt, breathe.

She loved kissing her brother. His strong tongue pushed hers about, batting it around like a cat playing with a toy. His mouth completely covered hers, controlling and consuming her the same way her cunt took his cock.

Slap, groan, squeak, thump, whimper, grunt, breathe.

She broke the kiss to move her mouth to his ears, bracing herself for a sudden increase in the strength of his thrusts.

"That's it, Brad. Nail your little sister to Mommy and Daddy's bed," she said, using the sweetest little girl voice she could manage. Her tired, rasping throat was somehow able to scream once more when her words had far more effect on him than she'd expected, and her tired body responded in turn.

* * *

Brad stood behind Cassie in water just over their waists, just high enough to hide the fact that his cock was moving in and out of her in a tender, gentle rhythm. When they wanted to fuck hard they went to the island, or waited at home for their mom to go out. Brad loved those sessions the most, because Cassie let loose, screaming uncontrollably to show her love for him.

This was another type of fuck for them, one they enjoyed now more and more. They had to be quiet, and gentle, and discreet. They did it just at the edge of sight, somewhere that people could see, if they only bothered to look and pay attention. No one ever did.

Brad liked to fuck his sister in front of everyone. Cassie liked having her brother fuck her in front of everyone. 

It made her the ultimate whore, riding her brother in plain sight. It made him feel powerful and daring, giving his sister sexual pleasure in front of an audience.

Brad watched Lisa, over on the beach, watching them. She was the only one that knew. It gave her a thrill, she'd told them. She often looked to see if she could catch them. She'd made that her own strange game, a far more wicked version of hide-and-seek than they'd played as children.

As if to tease Lisa, Brad took a chance. He grabbed Cassie's hips for leverage, to ram himself into her hard and fast, several times. Surprised, Cassie let out a squeal with each thrust, and then a laugh at his brazen, unexpected attack. She turned to smile at Brad, then turned back to face the beach. 

Lisa waved at them, laughing, too.

* * *

Cassie joined Tara and Aimee on the porch to read in the morning sun. She wore a loose fitting sundress with a flowered print; a very comfortable outfit that made her look like a little girl. She settled onto the swing, pulled her feet up, and opened her book to find where she'd left off. As she shifted, she caught a glimpse of the red lipstick Brad had used to write on her body, under the dress. 

It said, in big letters, "Brad's Titties" across her breasts. Further down, on her stomach, was a downward arrow with the words "Hot Little Sister Cunt". Across her back he'd scrawled "Whore" in larger letters, and across her butt was "Brother's Hands Only".

She'd teasingly taken the lipstick from him to write "Mine" on his groin above his cock, then handed it back to him with a smile.

Instead of reading, Cassie set the swing in motion with one foot and lay there, imagining herself walking around the house, or the beach, with her sundress off, letting everyone read the words. She couldn't wait for him to take her tonight, after she'd spent the day wearing his nasty labels.

* * *

Cassie walked into the kitchen quietly to stand behind her mother, sitting at the table across from Lisa. Cassie signaled their friend to stay quiet. Lisa didn't skip a beat, obediently continuing to chat with her mom.

Cassie felt Brad step up behind her. She leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of his body. She felt his fingers rest on her hips, then begin a slow, tortuous path up her sides to her breasts. He cupped them gently, holding his hands mostly still, using only his thumbs to tease and arouse her nipples. Cassie stood, letting him do it, watching Lisa's face for any expression that might betray what she was seeing over her mother's shoulder.

Lisa played her part well, carrying on a senseless conversation about anything that popped into her head. Cassie's mother chatted away, oblivious to the brazen behavior of her children just behind her. Brad squeezed Cassie's tits harder, pinching her nipples, before sliding his hands down and then back up under her top to continue against her bare skin. Cassie closed her eyes to concentrate on his touches.

The sensations grew stronger. Cassie found herself unconsciously grinding her ass back into her brother's erection. She bit her lip to hold in any sounds she might be tempted to make, then tipped her head up and to the side to find Brad's mouth with hers. He kissed her hard, once, letting his tongue fill and rape Cassie's mouth for a short while.

He abruptly released her. He walked around her, past their mother and Lisa, straight out the back door, asking Lisa over his shoulder if she was coming. Lisa hurriedly stood up to follow, awkwardly and abruptly ending her conversation and excusing herself. Cassie hesitated a moment, as she caught her own breath, struggling to regain her composure.

At least she didn't have to hide an erection the way Brad had.

* * *

Cassie lay face down and naked in the dark on the boulder beside the lake, the one where Brad had fucked her those first, glorious times, where she'd deliciously lost her virginity. She waited at least a half an hour, relishing the anticipation, but growing impatient.

He came to her soon enough.

Brad didn't say a word when he arrived. He simply scrambled up onto the boulder to fuck her again. The stone was cold and hard beneath her. When they'd done this before, Lisa had been there to soften things, a sort of living pillow between her and the rock. Now it was just her, and the stone, and her brother.

First, he brushed his cock across her bare ass, just as he had that very first time. Cassie closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, and the memory of the sensation. Then, like that first time, he was in her quickly, easily, delightfully.

Cassie let herself scream as loudly as she wished now. Summer was drawing to a close. Almost everyone had left the lake. There was no one around to hear them.

Cassie screamed even louder, trying to make them hear her anyway.

* * *

Brad stood near the bow, ready to secure the boat as Cassie deftly maneuvered it into the slip. They needed to store the boat at the small marina for the fall, so it could be easily taken out of the water for the winter while they were away. Other years they had left the boat in the water longer, for weekends, but with all of the kids away at college, it didn't make sense anymore. 

She'd wanted to approach entirely under sail, but Brad didn't want to deal with the stress. Cassie could do it, she was good at it and she enjoyed the challenge, but it meant they had to do everything right, moving fast without making any mistakes.

It was Cassie's last chance to sail for fun for the summer, a final adventure, but when they started to fight about it, Cassie quickly dropped it. She didn't want to end their summer angry at each other. It wasn't worth it.

It was a lot easier to come in using the outboard motor. It was also more boring.

Tara met them at the dock, ready to secure the stern line. As she did so, Cassie cast a long, sad glance across the lake toward their island. That had been it, their last tryst for the summer. 

Brad had fucked her so hard she'd imagined he was trying to embed her in the island, to make her a part of it. She herself had screamed herself hoarse at the sky and the trees, as if she might leave her voice there permanently, echoing forever as a sign of their wicked summer of incestuous lust.

He'd told her as they'd sailed out that he now released her, that she wasn't his whore any more, she was his darling little sister, and still his lover, but not a whore. Then he'd said it some more at the island, over and over again, as he'd kissed and fucked her. He'd told her how pretty she was, how much he admired her, how much he loved her. She glowed and warmed with every word, while trying as hard as she could to actually stop him from fucking her, trying to simply hold him inside of her and to keep him there forever.




The Shy One Ch. 10



On the sail back, he'd embraced her, telling her that his heart and his body were hers forever. Out there, in the world away from summer, they would have to be brother and sister again. They'd be apart at different schools. They couldn't be regular lovers. But he promised he would find a way to stay with her, to always belong to her.

She knew it wasn't true. She knew things had to end eventually, that they'd meet other people, marry and have families. It hurt to think it. It felt better to believe his words, to believe they'd be incestuous lovers forever.

Cassie shrugged the melancholy thoughts away as she went about securing the hatch of the boat. Soon she and Tara and Brad were walking through the parking lot to their family, waiting in the cars, packed and ready for the trip home. In a few more days, she and Brad would both be on their way back to school, and real life.

It had been a wonderfully long summer.

* * *

"Relax, Cassie. Trust me, it's worth it," Aimee said.

Cassie looked back at her nervously.

"I'm not making a mistake?"

"You've made lots of mistakes in your life, Cassie," Tara told her. "This isn't one of them. He's the right guy for you. Marriage is fun. The sex for your first year of marriage is going to be the best you've ever had."

"Maybe," Cassie said with a far off look.

"It'll be even better than fucking your brother," Aimee said as as she adjusted Cassie's wedding gown.

Cassie's eyes went wide.

Tara and Aimee both grinned at her.

"You thought we never knew? Are you kidding? If we hadn't covered for the two of you, Mom and Dad would have had you shipped off to different countries for your entire lives."

"I personally wanted to turn you in," Tara said. "At least at first."

Cassie was blushing furiously. She looked around, trying to find a way to hide her face, but she was trapped.

"Then I realized, that in a sick, twisted way, it was sweet," Tara told her.

"She realized that she could learn a thing or two from the two of you, is what she means," Aimee said. "Come on, enough of this. It's not a great wedding day conversation. You have other things expend your energy on. Here, put this on."

* * *

Cassie looked down at her wedding gown unhappily. No, that was wrong. She was happy. She just wished yet again for a different body. Lisa had looked so beautiful when she'd married Brad. Having a fuller figure like hers filled out a wedding dress properly. It made you look like a bride. Being tiny with no tits just didn't cut it.

At least she had long since cut off those childishly silly bangs, Cassie thought.

Cassie looked across the reception hall at Brad. He smiled at her. He was the first man who had ever really, really loved her tits. Her new husband loved her, and he loved with her tits, too, even if Cassie didn't. And the sex was great. She still knew how to whimper and squeal like a whore for a man. Brad and Lisa had taught her that.

Lisa caught her exchanging that glance with Brad. She smiled, too, raising her glass to Cassie in a silent toast.

Cassie and Brad had never gotten together again after that summer, not once. Cassie had many regrets about that. Sex had never, ever been as good as it had in those few, sweltering months. She and Brad had both been sure that it would at least continue when they met again at winter break, and maybe for a few years more.

It didn't work out that way.

Maybe they took things too far that summer, doing too much, too soon. Over the course of the fall she had unexpectedly found a serious boyfriend in her dorm, a kind and cute guy she adored. Brad similarly had met a girl just before the end of the semester. 

Sex with other people wasn't better, not even close, but it seemed more real, more like love than a game. Their summer together quickly faded into a memory, and very soon it didn't even seem real itself. It was just something they'd done when they were young enough to be wild.

Cassie never felt guilty, or at least not much, although she knew Brad did. When they had returned home for that first winter break they had stayed away from each other, each for their own reasons. They didn't entirely avoid one another. They weren't uncomfortable with each other. But neither wanted to be alone together.

Soon enough they slipped back off to school without mentioning anything. Everything continued on a course from there. The years went by. Brad graduated, started a career, and somehow wound up dating Lisa again.

Cassie and Brad never repeated it. They never talked about it. Things smoothly, and admittedly strangely, fell back into the pattern of life before that summer. 

That wasn't entirely true. Cassie and Brad were even closer after that summer. Brad had supported Cassie through a lot of tough times, and she had tried to do the same for him. She didn't think there was anyone in the world she trusted as much as Brad, not even her new husband.

Now here was Cassie, finally married, the last of them, and almost done with law school.

She'd come a long way from being her brother's summer whore. She didn't regret a moment of it. He'd taught her how to please a man, but without diminishing herself. She'd taught him that he could take, and give, and that it all evened out in the end, if he did it right.

And maybe someday, somehow, they'd indulge themselves again, if only for a summer.