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Utter Love

By: tarkatony



Jill barely knocked before she entered Jake's room, "Have you been into my underwear?"

Jake was curled on his bed, reading a magazine. He didn't look up, "Of course, I'm a man."

"A boy."

Jake laughed, "When it comes to women's underwear, it's the same thing."

"Why?"

Jake looked at his sister and was relieved to see that she really wasn't angry so much as just ticked. "Well, have you looked at ours? They're boring. Yours, though. They're soft, delicate, colourful. They're pretty and sexy, that's why men love them. And anyway, I haven't been into your underwear. They were there, I admired them and I put them on your bed, not a big deal."

Jake's reasonable and unaffected answer made Jill feel a little silly, so she turned and left the room.

...

During the past few years, the two hours between when they both got home from school and when their parents got home from work had always been a quiet time for the sister and brother. They rarely spoke to each other before supper, never at any length, but with the underwear incident that changed. It was as if the panties created a shared experience, a shared intimacy that had to be explored.

Jill was in first year at the local community college while Jake was finishing his final year at high school. Youth had been an awkward time for both of them, for a number of reasons. 

First, while their parents were very religious, both siblings were indifferent and their resistance to their parent's beliefs created an ever-widening gulf between them. 

Second, neither Jill nor Jake were particularly attractive. They weren't ugly, it's just that their bits and pieces were fixed at odd angles, making them both 'near misses.' But neither was worried about it. They had seen early pictures of their mother and while they looked like she did in her youth, a near miss, they could expect to look like she did as a mature adult, stunningly attractive. 

Third, neither sister or brother were joiners, both would rather spend time alone then suffer the fools of convention, and this led to the fifth reason why youth had been difficult: both were no-nonsense individuals, more interested in what could be, then what is. 

So all in all, youth had been a lonely time for both, neither had many friends and neither had ever enjoyed a romantic interest. But, that said, both were responsible and mature and were poised to blossom in their adult years.

The knock was louder the next day when Jill came into Jake's room. "Do you have a moment?"

"Of course," Jake spun around from his computer and motioned his sister to sit on the bed, "is it about the panties?"

Jill laughed, "No, I decided not to bring that up again ... Although I don't get it."

Jake shrugged his shoulder without a trace of embarrassment, "Nor do I, but if every man does it, who am I to resist."

"But 'does' what exactly?" This had been bothering Jill for the past 24 hours. She could understand that underwear was like lingerie, designed to entice, but entice the female body, not attract attention to itself. What did men actually do with panties?

"Look at them, feel the material and ... hey, don't freak, but, maybe, sniff them."

"You're kidding?" Jill's eyes were wide with fascination.

"Hey, it's what we do."

Jill was trying hard to understand. "Do you do it with mum's, too?"

For the first time Jake showed discomfort, "I used to, but I don't any more."

"Just mine."

Jake shrugged.

"Do you masturbate with them?"

Jake gave an exaggerated smile.

Jill laughed, more a laugh of surprise then humour, then she got to her feet, "Well, live and learn," she said with a laugh as she walked to the door, but once there she remember why she had come, "Do you want to go to a movie Friday night?"

...

Jake was fidgeting 10 minutes into the film. He hated chick flicks and his sister knew it, that's why she took his hand, squeezed it, and whispered in his ear, "Sorry, I honestly didn't know." But when she sat back in her seat she didn't let go of his hand, nor did he let go of hers.

There's a lot to think about when you're sitting in a blackened theatre for an hour and a half during a really boring film while holding your sister's hand. You start by wondering why you have a growing hard on and it kind of goes from there. Physically connected as you are, you think of all the good things about the person you're with, and Jake was flooded with good thoughts and memories of his sister. 

They had never been particularly close, always preferring independence to close friendship, but they had always been fiercely supportive of each other; they had a bond that both knew would last forever; a bond based on respect: both had total confidence in the other, confident that the other would consistently make the right decisions. That's why the hand-holding seemed so natural: if they both wanted to stay connected, it must be right.

When the lights came on and they left their seats Jake brushed by his sister's large tub of popcorn and noted that it hadn't been touched.

...

They were in the car now. "Coffee?"

"Sure, as long as we don't have to discuss the film."

Jill was driving but stole a glance at her brother. "Bad wasn't it."

"I don't know, I tuned out at the first kiss."

The cups were before them. "I wonder how many brothers and sisters are out on a date on Friday night?"

Jake laughed, "Is this a date?"

"You know what I mean," Jill took a sip from her coffee.

Jake looked around the busy coffee shop, "Probably lots."

"Why didn't you let go of my hand?"

The question blindsided Jake, all he could think of saying was, "Why didn't you?"

Jill smiled, "I don't know, I asked myself that question a hundred times during the movie." She hesitated a moment before adding, "I enjoyed it."

"The movie?"

"Holding your hand."

"So did I."

...

On Monday, Jake was on his bed reading when Jill knocked and walked in. He noticed she appeared nervous; she hesitated for just a moment before sitting on the end of his bed. 

The silence was unusually awkward, then Jill said, "Did you think any more about it?" When she saw his confusion she quickly added, "that hand holding."

Jake smiled, "Yes, I wondered why we hadn't done it before."

As Jill considered what she was going to say, Jake sat up and reached over to take Jill's hand and as he lay back, he pulled her gently over to him so they could hold hands comfortably. Jill looked at the hands clasped together and said, "How did it make you feel?"

"Like we were close, closer then we have ever been," then he added, because he would have felt like a cheater if he didn't, "I got a hard on."

But Jill didn't seem to hear the confession. "You made me feel really special, Jake."

Jake gave a contemptuous snicker, "I think we're both very horny."

When Jill turned on her brother she let his hand go, "Is that what you think this is about?"

Jake shrugged and smiled, unfazed by his sister's anxiety, "Partly. We both care about each other but if I was regularly fucking Betty Sue or Alice Ann or whomever and you were getting laid by Buck, Stud, or Well Hung, I don't think we'd have been holding hands, never mind talking about it."

Jill got up from the bed and was about to walk away when Jake grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. "Come on, Jill, don't get mad, I just said what I thought was true."

As soon as Jill sat on the bed she turned to Jake, "Will you hold me?"

Jake sat up and pulled her close to him, with his hands around her.

She spoke into his neck, "You're right, aren't you? We are horny." Then she asked a question she had long wondered about, "Do you have any experience with women?"

"Zip. You?"

"Just with Becky and Ann," she laughed, "no none, not even a kiss."

"Do you want your first?"

When she spoke her voice was weak but certain, "Yes."

Jake gently and carefully placed his lips on his sister's, almost in a caress, but he left them there and gently moved his lips along her's waiting for a response, waiting for encouragement.

It came in her little nibbles, in her parted mouth, in her slight, guttural moans so he applied more pressure and sucked in her lower lip, gently biting on it, all along its length, and when he sucked at the corner of her mouth he let out his own soft moan and then broke away, pulling his sister to him, pulling her head into the nap of his neck, "God, Jill, that was fantastic."

Jill pushed away from her brother, got to her feet and when she looked down at him she smiled and left the room.

...

Jake's door was wide open when Jill walked through it the next day after school.

When Jake saw her he said, "The two perverts meet again."

"Do you think we're perverts?" There was genuine alarm in his sister's voice.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe. I don't care."

"Nor do I," she said as she sat on the end of the bed. 

"Do you think it was wrong, the hand holding, the kiss?"

Jill smiled and shrugged her indifference to the question.

Jake thought for a minute, "It didn't feel wrong."

"No, it didn't, did it?" Jill studied her brother for almost a full minute before adding, "But, then, I wasn't thinking of you as my brother."

And for the first time, Jake wasn't thinking of this girl on the edge of his bed as his sister, either. She seemed a different person now. This girl he had known all his life, a girl who had grown from an irritant, to a competitor, to a friend was now a, what? He didn't know; he knew only that their relationship was changing and he could see in her excited eyes that it was changing for her, too.

He got up and sat on the bed beside his sister and looked down at his hands, "There is something strange going on here, isn't there?"

"Yes." Her hands were on the bed at her sides and she seemed to be looking at her knees.

"Are you scared?"

"Yes." 

"So am I, but I'm excited, too."

"Would you hold me again?" After she said the words she looked up at him for his reaction.

He moved closer to her and tried to put his arms around her, but it was physically awkward, awkward for them both so Jill fell back on the bed and pulled her brother with her so they lay side by side with their feet hanging over the side while they both wondered what to do next. They lay that way for a minute when Jill turned her face to her brother, "Will you touch me, Jake?" And she took his hand and put it on her breast.

With his hand on his sister's breast Jake turned and rested his head on a hand propped up by his elbow and he watched his fingers dance along her sweater. When she pressed her hand against his fingers he shoo-ed them away and continued his almost casual exploration, then when he pulled at her sweater she sat up so he could pull it off and she settled back down covered only in a thin, rose coloured bra with her nipples straining in prominence. Jake kissed both nipples, then lay a cheek against one, feeling her heat and smelling her hot skin, "You're beautiful, Jill."

"Take it off, Jake." And she sat up so he could put his arms around her but when he did, he didn't know how to unfasten her bra so she took it off herself and when she did, her eyes searched his looking for his reaction as he stared at her chest. "Do you like them, Jake?"

Jake fixed on the stiff nipples, "Oh, God, Jill, yes, they're so beautiful."

"Touch them, Jake, feel them." And she pushed her chest towards him in encouragement.

He turned on the bed, curling a leg up so he could face her comfortably and when he gently lifted both breasts she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Oh, Jake."

But Jake pulled back, fascinated with her tits, studying them. They were large, very white and very round with big dark areolas, the colour of mahogany he thought, and thick nipples stiff with excitement. He flicked at the them with his thumbs, "How does that feel?"

She leaned into him again, resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes were closed. "Oh, Jake, it just feels so great having you hold them."

He flicked at her nipples again, "Are these sensitive?"

"I'm sensitive, Jake, my whole body is on fire."

Jake kissed his sister's hair, "Can I suck them?"

She pulled back, smiled and put her hands on his head, and when she pulled him to her she lay back on the bed and he was kneeling over her with his lips pressed to a breast, sucking noisily.

She pushed at his leg, encouraging him to lie down and when he did, she pulled his head to her chest and moved a breast to his mouth, "Gently, Jake, suck me gently, nurse on me," and she stroked his hair and her little moans seemed almost a purr.

And he did, he nursed on his sister's breast for a few minutes, often moaning, often licking and biting gently, then he said, "Jill?" When he spoke the nipple fell from his mouth and lay wet on her ribs, touching his lips.

"Hmmmm?" she reached for her breast to ease it back in his mouth.

"Do you mind if I masturbate?"

Jill moved quickly, shifting away from him, "Oh, no, Jake, no. Please. Can I help?"

He pulled her back down and put his head back on her chest the way it had been and he fumbled with his pants. "Hold it in my mouth, Jill, let me suck on it, it feels so great, it tastes so great."

She fed her tit to him and began caressing his hair again, "What does it taste like?"

Jake's pants were undone and his underwear pushed down under his balls and his hand was stroking very slowly, "Like you," he mumbled, inaudibly, then he struggled to his knees, and as his mouth found her breast again he sucked frantically and then let out a long groan as his hand pumped a stream of cum onto his sister's pants. 

His hand stopped now and his face was between her breasts when he pulled his hands up to squeeze her tits into his cheeks, feeling the warmth, feeling the intimacy, feeling her arms around him.

He kneeled like that for more then a minute, his ass in the air, his face between her tits, his hands pressing her to his face and when he finally looked up at her, a jolt of pleasure ran through him, but it was a jolt of pain, too. She was looking at him with so much passion, so much tenderness, so much love in her eyes that he fell onto the bed beside her with a mixture of excitement and confusion. 

"Oh, Jake," she said, as she slipped out from under him and got to her feet, "you can't know what you mean to me," and when she bent down to kiss him, her hand felt his wetness on her pants and she moaned into his mouth.

...

She leaned against the door jam and looked at him, "I didn't sleep much last night, Jake."

Jake laughed, "How could you, what with me rolling around in your bed mauling you."

Jill joined in his laughed, but there was little humour in it, "In my dreams I was in your bed, Jake and I was mauling you."

They were quiet for a moment, they just looked at each other, then Jake got up and led his sister to sit on the bed and he sat down beside her. "I don't know about this, Jill."

When she looked at him there was so much hunger in her eyes that his doubt vanished and he put his hand on her cheek and kissed her, at the same time pulling her into him.

"Don't let me go, Jake."

And he didn't, they sat for a long time on the bed in an almost desperate embrace until Jake fell back on the bed and his sister followed on top of him. She looked down into his eyes for a moment and then kissed him, four or five times, lightly, then she pulled back, "I want this Jake."

"Yes," and he pulled her into his arms with all his strength, then he released her slowly and pushed her onto her back, "But we must go slowly."

"Why?"

"I don't want this to traumatize you ... or me, for that matter. We have to know what we're doing ... so we don't have any regrets."

"How slow is slow?" When Jake bent down to kiss his sister she took his hand and placed it on her breast. "Feel me again, Jake, please, touch me."

He put his hand under her sweater and felt the heat of her breast through the thin film of her bra. She was already stiff with excitement. "I was in your bed this morning, at four o'clock I had my lips on your tit and I was sucking like a baby through your bra."

Jill corrected her brother, "At four this morning I didn't have any clothes on Jake and nor did you and I was here with you."

"No, no, you did, but you didn't have pants on," and he quickly pulled off her sweater and as she undid her bra he unbuckled her belt, unzipped her zipper and slowly pulled off her pants leaving her only in her white cotton panties. "Yes," said Jake, as he let his eyes travel along her long slender legs that disappeared into the slim white panties, "this was it and I never got back to sleep."

"What did you do, Jake?"

"I kissed you and touched you and instead of counting sheep, I counted my lucky stars."

"Is that all you did?"

Jake smiled, "No, I wanked."

"Oh, God, Jake, did you? I did, too."

"And I want to do it again."

"Now?"

"Yes, and you, too."

"Together?"

Jake nodded as he undid his pants, "It's what I imagined we did last night. At first, we did other things, but they felt wrong, so in my thoughts I wrote and rewrote the scene until my final fantasy: you were in your panties and then we agreed to masturbate with each other, I couldn't get it out of my mind."

She leaned up on her arm and looked at him while she traced a finger around his mouth, "What did you see, Jake, tell me?"

He leaned in to her and kissed her and left his face close to hers, not wanting to see her embarrassment and when he spoke he mumbled the words into her skin, "You had your legs open and your fingers were in you and it was the most exotic sight I have ever seen."

But she wasn't embarrassed, instead, she pushed down her panties and kicked them off, "Would you kiss me first?"

When Jake moved his body closer to hers he gently put his lips on hers and they kissed as before, tentatively but with increasing passion and when Jake pulled away, Jill remained where she was, with her lips open and her eyes closed.

"That was wonderful, Jake."

Jake pushed his sister down and as he lay down beside her he pushed his pants and underwear down, kicked them off and gripped his excited cock, laughing mirthlessly, "This isn't going to take long."

Jill had her eyes close to Jake's shoulders and they both had their legs over the end of the bed. "I can't see you, Jake." 

He sprang up on the bed to his knees and helped his sister up to lean against the headboard while he stacked his two pillows so he could lean opposite her. Her legs were over his, he had his hand around his penis as if trying to control it, she had a hand on her stomach. "Oh, God Jake, this is just so unbelievable. If I touch myself I'll cum in an instant."

Jake studied his sister for a full minute. Her brown eyes were wide in excitement, her long, thin nose prominent over a thin, sensual mouth and a strong rounded chin. Light brown hair fell to her strong wide shoulders and her large, rounded breasts with their rigid nipples spilled against her narrow ribs. Then he looked lower, at the long fingers light on her stomach, just above her wispy patch of dark brown hair, so stark against the smooth white of her inner thighs. Then he looked up at her: it wasn't her loving eyes that made him say it, it was her innocent confidence at sitting in front of him, with her legs wide apart and her fingers moving into her patch, "I had no idea you are so beautiful, Jill." Then he added, "And thank God I didn't or I never would have made it through grade 10 and 11."

Jill had her eyes on her brother's hand which was very slowly stroking his cock. She had a very serious, very intense look on her face. "What were you thinking about last night, Jake?" 

Jake watched his sister's fingers disappear into her thin, brown bush. "I thought of you as a girl, a woman, not as a sister. I remembered your kiss, your desire, God I sound like a Harlequin novelist. Anyway, I thought of you as someone I didn't know, someone I had never seen before, especially naked. You were beautiful, Jill," then he added, "you are beautiful."


Utter Love Ch. 02



Jake was surprised to see his sister waiting for him when he left his socials class, but he said nothing and followed her out of the building and onto the football field.

Safe from ear shot, Jill stopped and turned to brother, "God, Jake, I want to jump into your arms, I want to hold you and kiss you and touch you. How did you do it?"

When Jake began walking, Jill quickly caught up. "I didn't, they did. After I told them how important it was for me to go to that university, they understood and did the rest. We will have a year together, Jill, a year to sort things out. If you want to transfer again, what's to stop you, if you want to move out on your own or with someone else, again, what's to stop you? You'll be away from home, you'll have freedom,."

"I don't want my freedom, Jake, I want to be with you."

"Well, sure, but eventually we're going to have to move on and I'm thinking it will be a lot easier to move on from there, then from here."

They walked about a minute in silence, before Jake asked, "What's wrong?"

"Why do we have to move on?"

This irrational silliness was beginning to annoy him, "Because you're my fucking sister, Jill, are we to live together for the rest of our lives?"

Again, a silence, then Jake became philosophical. "Look, Jill, I love you, I've always loved you and I always will love you. This sex thing, well, it's just been icing on the cake." When he saw her almost angry glance, he added, "oh, don't get coy with me. You know what I mean, don't be difficult. Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to be doing what we're doing. But we're doing it, we're each other's first."

"Not yet." She smiled seductively.

Jake laughed and corrected himself, "Well, we will be each other's first and what we have to do is prepare ourselves for each other's second."

Jill turned away, "I don't want to talk about that."

Jake shrugged, "OK, but the way I've got it figured we can ride out the rest of the school year, hell you've only got another few weeks left in college, and I'll work in that construction camp again this summer. Then we'll see how things unfold in the fall."

They turned back toward the school. 

"What I'm saying is that next fall we are both going to support each other to find the right person, and the right person isn't, obviously, each other."

She didn't look at him and her voice was hollow, "You've got it all figured out, don't you?"

"If I had it figured out, I wouldn't be walking across a fucking football field with my fucking sister as the girl of my fucking dreams."

Jill threw her arms around her brother and kissed him passionately. "I love you, Jake." 


The round trip to drop his parents off at airport was the longest of Jake's life, or it sure seemed to him to be. When he drove the car into the garage his stiff prick actually hurt and his underwear was wet with pre-cum.

When he entered the kitchen he noticed the sloppy wreckage of a half-prepared dinner, but Jill wasn't there so he looked into the darkened living room and almost didn't see her, but she was there, sitting forward in a chair, her shoulders hunched over hands folded in her lap. She looked nervous and tired, even exhausted, "Oh God, Jake, I just want us to be so happy."

Her words had a haunting sound to them, a hint of desperation and they scared him and he hesitated for a moment before going to her. He stroked her hair, "What's the matter?"

She took his hand and held it to her face, and said in a timid, girlish voice, "I want everything to be so perfect for us, Jake. I've waited so long for this, so long for us to be alone together and now that we are I'm terrified I'll do something wrong, I'll wreck it, you'll hate me."

Jake fell to his knees and brushed the hair from her face. "Wreck what? Why would I hate you?"

"I just want you to love me, Jake, I want to make you love me."

"But I do love you, Jill, I've always loved you, I always will love you."

She looked at him for the first time and there were tears in her eyes, "But you said we have to move on, we can't be together."

"Next fall, not now, we can be together now."

"I don't want to move on, Jake, I never want to move on, I want us always to be together."

Jake felt a sense of panic growing in his chest, his sister had changed, she appeared frail, almost child-like, she wasn't making any sense. "But you'll want a husband, you'll want kids, that's all I meant."

"I don't want a husband, I don't want kids, I want you."

Jake's eye's narrowed in confusion, "You mean you want me now, and next year …" he hesitated for a minute unsure of himself, "and in five years? in 10 years?"

"Yes," she said the words while pressing her mouth into his hand.

"But that's crazy and you know it."

Her words were angry, defiant, "I don't care." 

"Jill, for Christ sakes, make sense."

She was holding him, clutching him, crying, but he pushed her away and when he did she turned in the chair and brought her knees to her chest and with her shoulders hunched in despair, she began crying. 

Jake rushed from the room.


He was relieved to see that the house was dark when he walked through the kitchen, heading for his room. He didn't know what he was going to say to her, he could think of nothing he could say to her. Why must he convince her of the obvious? But he didn't have to, "Sorry Jake, I don't know what got in to me."

He could barely discern her but when he turned on the lights she was sitting on his bed and he was relieved to see she was smiling.

"God, Jill, you scared the hell out of me tonight. Don't do that, it's weird, it's freaky."

"Ya, I know, I felt that, too."

"What happened?"

"I don't know, my exams, the excitement about next year, the pressure, the waiting, the expectation, the wanting to be with you, I just felt a little lost, I got a little scared." She shrugged her shoulders, as if by doing so her problems would slip away, "But I'm sorry, Jake, it will never happen again." She had been talking to the floor but now she looked up at him, "Honest."

Jake physically sagged in relief and crossed the floor and sat down beside his sister and kissing her softly on the cheek. "We are happy, Jill, and we will be happy — we will help each other be happy, don't worry."

Jill turned her head and kissed her brother lightly on the lips, "Thanks, Jake, thanks for understanding." Then she pulled back, "Do you want me to leave?"

He gave his sister a brotherly one-armed hug, "I want you to be all right."

She threw her arms around him and hugged him, "I am alright," and she held him for a moment then slowly released him, "but I know how I can be all righter." 

Her face was glowing with a seductive smile now and to her brother she appeared to be the girl who had come to him each day after school, sexy, loving, fun and adventurous and she excited him and he pulled her down onto the bed. But he felt the need for caution, too, "Promise me you're OK, Jill, promise me you understand."

"I'm OK, Jake, honest, and I know we'll have to …" but she couldn't use the term 'move on,' so she said "find our way," then she added, kissing him on the nose, "but that's next fall, tonight is ours," and when she pulled herself from his grip and straddled him, sitting on his stomach she could feel his penis begin to harden as she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse.

He watched her fingers part her blouse, showing her delicate, almost transparent rose coloured bra, "You're beautiful, Jill, I'm the luckiest man alive."

"It's your favourite, Jake and I bought cotton panties to match."

When she undid the last button Jake reached up and cupped both of her heavy, excited tits and as he rubbed the nipples with his thumbs through the gossamer thin bra she glowed at the intimacy, as she always did and she slowly undid his shirt.

Jake didn't know if it was his pent up sexual excitement or his relief that his sister was OK but when she started to pull his shirt away from his shoulders he almost tossed her to the bed and was on his knees, pulling at her pants and when they were off, he jumped from the bed, pulled off his shirt, pants and underwear and kneeled at the end of the bed and roughly pulled his sister's panties from her and pulled her sex to his face. 

But she pushed at him, "Slowly, Jake, we want to remember this."

He smiled and kissed her on the stomach and laughed, "For the past three weeks I've told us to go slowly and look what I do."

Jill looked at her brother's head between her legs and physically shuddered with her love for him. "I will remember this night for the rest of my life."

Jake said nothing and stroked his sister's thigh.

When she said, "Look at me, Jake," he looked up and she smiled and shook her head, "no, look at me down there. Look at me, describe me."

Jake kissed again at his sister's white, soft thigh and then pulled back a little and pushed at her legs so she would open further, and she did.

Jill was still studying her brother, "What do you see, Jake, tell me what you see."

"You are just so beautiful, just so pretty and you smell so unbelievably sexy." He put both his hands on her thighs at her groin and he used his thumbs to part his sister's lips and when he did he leaned in and kissed her, pushing his lips into her pink, wet interior, and he left them there and licked and when he pulled back he licked at the hair around her pink opening, smelling, tasting.

"What do you see, Jake, please, tell me."

Jake reluctantly pulled further back and studied his sister's sex. "Light brown hair … just a little on your stomach and in your crotch and it grows more denser over your mound. Oh, God, Jill, this is just so hot."

Jill moved a little towards him and opened herself as wide as she could. "Tell me more Jake."

"When I part your hair I can see you lips, they're like heavy folds of skin and they're thick and puffy …"

"… because I'm so aroused …"

"and when I pull your lips open you are bright pink and wet and you have a hood on the top …"

"My clitoris, Jake …"

Jake looked up at his sister, "Does it make you hot when I describe you?"

Jill squirmed, pushing her ass forward a little more and driving it into the bed, "Oh, God, Jake, this is just so intimate, I'm so glad you can see me, I want you to know me, know all of me." Then when she leaned forward and gently stroked his hair, he took her by the hips, "turn over, let me see you from behind."

And she did and was kneeling on the bed with her ass in the air. "Tell me, Jake."

"The folds of skin are loose and hang down a little, you have a little hair, not very much, around your asshole, it's brown and puckered." He gently parted the folds of her pussy and slowly pushed two fingers in her, "How does this feel?"

"How do I look, Jake, please tell me, do you like it, do you like me, do you like how I look?"

He didn't take his fingers from her as he guided her to her back on the bed and her hands were back on his head, pulling gently at his hair when he pulled his fingers from her and pushed his face into her sex, feeling the heat, smelling her arousal, tasting her excitement. Then he pulled from her, wiping his face against her thigh and then sucking on it, sucking on the soft white flesh, listening to her moan and when he brought his mouth down again to her crotch and pushed his mouth and tongue as deep into her wet cunt as he could, she twisted on his face, bringing a leg around his head and she bucked her hips at him a few times, easy and deliberate and when the little cry came from her she quickly swung her leg over his head and lay on the bed face down with her ass in front of him, white, round and welcoming. He nibbled at it, nibbled around the cheeks licking beneath the buttocks, into the groin. When she spread her legs wide he pushed her up on the bed so she could kneel and he stretched her cheeks apart, roughly, spreading them as wide as they would go and then he licked her, gently, licking around the bud all the way down to her juices and back, to stab at the bud, first tentatively but then more insistently, stabbed as far into her as he could, then he licked his lips, making them as wet as he could and he kissed her anus, four or five sucking kisses and then he held his lips to her sucking hard while poking her with his tongue. She was yelling when she turned over again, quickly, in a single motion and reached for his stiff prick. "Now, Jake, now, OK?"

Jake felt a wave of dizziness pass through him as he knelt on the bed between his sister's legs. "Oh, Jake," she reached out to him.

"Will this hurt you?"

"I don't care, Jake, I just want you, please, put you in me," and she pushed herself along the bed towards him until she was close enough for him to direct it to her.

"I'll just put it in a little, OK, and you can push until it happens," and he did, but she didn't wait, as soon as her brother's prick was at her opening she thrust herself at him, thrust him deep into her, expecting the pain, getting it, but wanting the intimacy, wanting to be connected, joined with her brother in a new way, a way that will bind them for life. 

And then he was gone. He yanked his prick from between her legs in a sudden, almost angry jolt. "Protection!"

His prick sucking from her cunt was as startling as his barked order, and she only slowly understood its meaning and then she reached out and took his hands, "I have it, Jake, we're safe," and she wiggled her ass in welcome.

"What?" he said as he placed his slimy prick back in his sister.

"The pill," she said, as she squirmed against his head, pushing him deeper inside her. "I got on it the day after that movie."

Jake snickered, "You were pretty sure of yourself, weren't you."

Jill didn't see the humour, "When I sat there in that theatre with my hand in yours I just couldn't imagine not being with you."

Jake was moving very slowly, carefully, "Does it hurt?"

"No, Jake, it feels wonderful … tell me you love me."

Jake wrapped his arms around his sister's neck and thrust more quickly as she wrapped her legs around his ass.

"Jake?"

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?"

"Oh, fuck, yesssss," and at that moment he exploded into his sister as she yelled into his ear, "Oh, yes, Jake, yes, yes, I love you …"


Jake's family was there when he walked in. He hadn't seen them all summer so his parents peppered him with questions while his sister sat in the corner, saying nothing, "You'll have your turn when we leave," her father had said. She just looked at him, looked at him with a hunger she couldn't disguise. 

"Your bedroom is there," she pointed when they left. "I brought what you asked me to bring and it's all put away." She was nervous, not looking at him directly, they hadn't seen each other in two months, time enough for things to change.

He went over to her and held her briefly then pulled her over to the couch and when they sat down her hand was in his and she was leaning on him, leaning close to him with her legs curled and a dreamy look on a face pressed tight against his chest. "Did you miss me?"

He put her hand on the stiff prick in his pants and said, "I thought of you every day." 

"Oh, Jake," she said, as she snuggled into him further, trying to feel his heat, trying to breath in his scent. 

But when she brought her hand up to his face he grabbed it and placed it back on his stiff cock, "Bring me off, Jill, I can't wait." And he tore at his belt buckle and pushed his pants down around his ankles and when she touched him he shifted down on the seat and let out a moan, "Oh, God, yes, stroke it." And as she did, she buried her face into his chest, feeling his excitement, feeling their closeness, their intimacy.

It was over in moments, with the deep, guttural moan came a long rope of cum that shot up to his shirt, with a little on her cheek which she rubbed against his shoulder while she continued to stroke the wet, sticky prick.

"Oh, God, thanks Jill, I can't tell you how much I needed that."

"Kiss me, Jake."

He pulled the pants from his legs and turned on his sister and his mouth devoured hers, sucking at it fiercely, with an almost angry hunger, "Blow me, Jill, I need it again, please, blow me."

When Jill pulled away and looked at her brother she could see the insistence in his eyes and when he put his hands on her head and pushed her down, she went willingly, pleased that her brother wanted her and she was on her knees before him, before his long wet prick, glistening with cum.

"Take it, Jill, hurry," and he forced her head down and when she took his prick in her mouth he thrust it at her, like a knife stabbing into an open wound, four, five times and as he neared his orgasm he pushed her head down further and shot his load into the back of her throat while letting out a long animal grunt that rolled from out his chest.

She was on her hands and knees now, coughing, trying to catch her breath, a drool of white cum hanging from her mouth like snot. She wiped it away and sat back on her heels, panting, looking up at her brother whose eyes were watching his hand run up and down his still stiff cock, slowly.

"Take your clothes off." The demand shocked her, it was so foreign, so remote, even angry and she just sat there on her heels and stared at him. "Take them off," he said, flashing her a look of irritation and she did as he demanded, standing and pulling her sweater over her head and then pushing down her pants and kicking them away. "The underwear, Jake, do you want me in my underwear?"

Jake sprang to his feet and headed for the bedroom, "Jesus, Jill, take them off, I don't want to admire you, I want to fuck you." And she quickly stripped and followed him to the room.

She held him that night while he slept, curling her body around his back and holding on to him with a desperation that scared her and when he awoke, it was to the aromas of breakfast, which she had carefully prepared, as she had practiced so often in her dreams. When he called her name she went to him, beaming, their life together was about to begin, "Take your clothes off."

"But Jake, I have cooked breakfast," but she could read his eyes and she quickly unbuttoned her shirt.


He had agreed to go, just this once but when they returned to their apartment he was steaming mad and as soon as he threw the groceries on the kitchen table he turned on her, "Don't you ever do that again," he yelled. "You're my fucking sister, not my wife, don't take my hand in public and don't look at me the way you do, it's sick." And without waiting for a reaction he rushed past her and out the door.

When he returned later that night, he was drunk and didn't see her, didn't care to see her. He went directly to his room and fell on the bed and was only faintly aware of hands pulling at his shoes.

He flinched at the light streaming in the window and only then did he feel the hand stroking his head, "Hi," she said, "how do you feel?" 

"Like shit," he said, rolling off the bed, almost knocking her over, then padding to the bathroom.

"Would you like something to eat?" she called after him, but he didn't answer, and in five minutes was out the door.

When he returned later that night he was with a girl and his hushed words in her ear, "Leave us alone for awhile," stunned her and she grabbed her jacket and left.

He read the note on the kitchen table when he awoke at noon the next day, "I love you, Jake," and he was relieved when he noticed that her things were gone.


The card came as he knew it would, as it always did at New Years, Easter, the anniversary, his birthday, Thanksgiving. When he opened it, he knew what it would say, it always said the same thing, always the same simple phrase in her neat, even handwriting: "I love you Jake." But this time it was different, there was a phone number beneath the words, that's all, just a phone number, as if it was time that he called.




Utter Love Ch. 02



He felt like a drink, he always felt like a drink when he opened her cards, but he knew the feeling would pass, it was just a matter of hanging on, day after day, year after year and he grabbed his jacket and left his apartment. If he must wrestle with his emotions, it was best that his body was burning energy with exercise.

He first became aware of the hole in his life in that first year at college. He didn't know what caused the emptiness, he knew only that as the years passed the emptiness grew inside him like a tumor, nagging at first but persistently until the hollowness came to consume him.

The first marriage hadn't helped and nor did the second and now those women were not even memories, just aberrations, self indulgent aberrations where he took what he could for as long as his wives were willing to give, then there was nothing, like the job, nothing. 

But there had been promise, he could have had it all, it was there for the taking. All he needed to do was care. But he didn't care, he didn't care about anything, he just fed his emptiness and called it his life.

The fingers lifted the phone and put it back in the cradle three times before the ringing in his ear. He hadn't rehearsed what he was going to say, hadn't even thought about it, hadn't planned to call, "Hello?"

"It's Jake," and for the first time since Billy Thornton hit him with a baseball bat in grade 4, he began to cry.

"I love you, Jake. Will you come and see me?"

"Yes."


She slipped into the chair beside him and before she was even settled she had his hand in hers. They just looked at each other saying nothing for almost a minute before she said, "You look good, Jake, you've been taking care of yourself."

Jake knew she was alluding to the drinking that had over-taken him, "I've been off the stuff for almost five years," then he smiled wanly, knowing the confession was an admission of failure, "do we have to be here? I'm not hungry, Jill. I would far rather walk."

"Walk it is," she said, getting to her feet, and they left the dinning room, passing the waiter on the way out.

"Sorry," he said, letting her take his hand, "when I get nervous I need to move around." 

"You're nervous?" She moved into him as they walked.

"20 years and I've never had the guts to apologize. Am I nervous?" Jake snorted in contempt, "I hope so."

"Apologize for what, Jake?" Jill looked up at him.

"For the way I treated you …"

Jill shouldered her brother, sending him a little off balance, "Don't go there, Jake, that didn't happen, that wasn't you."

"It might have been."

"It wasn't."

They walked in silence, both knew it was Jake's time to talk but they said nothing for a full block before he spoke, "You've done well, Jill, really well."

She shrugged, "Anyone could have done what I've done if that's all they did, if they worked 20 hours a day, 52 weeks a year for 15 years."

"Not every one. You've built a company that they're teaching about in business schools."

"I worked hard. I hired good people. I was lucky." 

She clearly didn't want to talk about her success, so Jake asked, "Has it been worth it? All the work?"

She didn't break her stride, didn't change her voice, didn't look at him, she just squeezed his hand and said, "I don't know, Jake, you tell me." When he didn't say anything she continued, but this time with a touch of impatience, as if she shouldn't need to explain herself, "I love you Jake, surely you must know that, I did it all because of you. Do you remember what you said to me?" She continued, knowing he didn't, "You said the only way we could do what I was planning was if we were so rich it would be considered eccentric. Do you remember that?" She hesitated for just a moment, "Well I want us to be eccentric, Jake, I still want that more than anything else on earth. The 15 years it took me to build the company will have been worth it only if we can spend the next 30 together."

"Don't, Jill."

The hope in Jill's eyes turned to pain. "You don't want me?" 

"Don't."

Jill pulled her brother to a stop, "Look, Jake, I haven't changed, I haven't changed one fucking iota. I love you, I want to be with you, I want my arms around you, I want you in my office, I want you in my kitchen — I want your spit in my mouth, Jake and I'm doing everything I possibly can to make that happen. But I can't bend your will, I can't make you love me, I can't make you want to be with me. If you've come here to feel better about yourself, fine, OK, but don't tell me not to love you, don't you fucking dare." She started walking again and pulled him along, "Here's the deal. I know you're planning to leave your job and I know you're miserable so let me change that. Come and work for me and come and live with me. You don't have to do both, you can just do the one, but I want you in my life, Jake, I want you as far into my life as I can get you."


They met for breakfast the next morning then went for another walk, but this time they walked, hand in hand, in silence, as if they were old friends on a familiar stroll, and when they parted Jake said only, "I'll call you, Jill."

But he didn't, instead at 9 o'clock that night he rang the bell of her apartment and when she opened the door he just stood there, stupidly, with tears running down his cheeks and when she kissed at them he grabbed onto her and hugged her, "Hold me, Jill. Please hold me."

The night lasted until daybreak when Jake left the apartment and drove home. He knew the secret to any happiness he could find was not to find the right person, or the right job. It was more complicated than that, and more simple. His challenge was to care again, to invest himself in something other than his self, and for that to happen he had to give, something he had never done before. So as he drove the freeway home, his choices became increasingly obvious … and so was the answer. There was only one person he ever gave a damn about and she still wanted him but could he commit to her? Could he give himself to her? 

He said he would phone her and he did, but not from his home, he never got that far. He phoned her from her apartment. "Hi. I'm at your place."

And in less then half an hour so was she, they were sitting on the sofa and he was holding both her hands and instead of a face etched in sorrow he was smiling, "This is going to be difficult, isn't it?"

"Nope."

"They'll be talk."

"Fuck 'em, we're eccentric," and she leaned forward and put her head on his shoulder. "This is about us, Jake, and only about us. I want us to be back in your bedroom again, I want to feel the way we did, I want every hour to feel like that, everywhere we go." Then, to break the mood, she pushed him as she got up and left the room but returned in a moment, swinging a pair of green panties on her finger, "Have you been into my underwear, Jake?"

Jake smiled, "Hey, it's what I do."

"Let's make love, Jake, let's make up for 20 years."

She was in the middle of the room, thin and fit in a short tan skirt and jacket with a burgundy blouse. She didn't have her mother's striking beauty, perhaps she was too worn out for that, a life too lost to labour, instead, through her steel grey eyes, she radiated a penetrating intelligence that most found intimidating. But not now, not when she was with her brother; when she was with her brother her eyes were too filled with love for that.

When he took her in his arms she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into he eyes, "You're home now, Jake. From now on everything will be as it should be; I won't let you wreck it. OK?"

Jake felt a jolt of fear rush through him but he felt his emptiness slip away, too, and it just then occurred to him that the choice was never about accepting her or rejecting her. The choice had always been about letting a social taboo dictate his life or fighting it. But she had known that, she had known that from the first time she went to him in his bedroom. She had made her choice then: it's what I want, not what my neighbour wants for me. And he only then realized the depth of her courage and the strength of her commitment. He looked into the grey eyes that bore into him and felt a wave of love wash through him, fill him to bursting and he swept her off her feet into his arms, "Where to?"

She nodded and he carried her down to the end of the hall and entered the bedroom and as he did Jill flicked on the lights and he stopped in amazement. It was a huge room with an immense bed, cushioned furniture around a fireplace and a wall of windows looking out onto the flickering lights of the city. "My God, this is your bedroom?"

"Our bedroom, Jake, I had it built for us," she laughed, "10 years ago."

He laughed, too, a giddy laugh and carried her over to the bed but rather then placing her on it, he threw her into the air so she landed in a soft disheveling heap. 

"Hey!" There was anger in her eyes but when she read his face she started to laugh and she reached out to grab at his leg but he jumped away.

"You think having me around is going to be easy, don't you. Well, it's not. I'll remind you that I'm a member of the master species and you're just a girl, so let's get that straight." Then he hesitated, as if sizing her up for the first time, "But a bloody attractive girl. Sure, you could probably use a manicure, and sure, your left eyebrow is a little longer then your right …"

"It is not," she jumped off the bed as if to attack him, but he pushed her back again and when she landed her skirt hiked up almost to her panties and her legs hung over the bed. The laughter that had lit up her face had now turned to an almost fierce look of desire. 

"God, you're beautiful Jill."

She held her arms up, welcoming him to her but he went towards her slowly and sat down beside her, "I don't give a shit what anybody says, Jill, I'm going to be the best fucking husband any sister ever had," and he bent down and kissed her, "many I take off your clothes?"

"Oh, God Jake, do you know how long I've waited for you to say that?"

He looked at her, studied her face, looked into the eyes that were piercing into his, eyes that were filled with love and hope and desire and tears. "God, Jill, I've just so sorry for what I did to you."

She grabbed him by the waist, put her arms around him and hugged him fiercely, "You won't do that again?"

He caressed her hair soothingly, "This isn't going to be easy, Jill, we're going to have our moments but from now on we're in this together, we're going to make our way together and we're going to make it work. If you want me, you've got me," then he laughed, "and may God have mercy on your soul."

Jill pushed her brother down on the bed and crawled onto him and she took his face in her hands, "Then our life together has begun and it's never going to end," and she bent down and kissed him and just as he was about to squeeze her into him, she jumped up to stand on the bed where he watched her quickly take off her clothes but when she had everything off but her panties she looked down at him, "Well?" And when he smiled, she fell onto him squealing like a school girl. Then she straddled him, sitting on his stomach, rubbing herself into him, smiling down at him, "It's like old times, ah, you, me and my panties?" When she bent down and kissed him he took the breasts swaying above him in his hands and she pulled back, covering his hands with hers, "We were naughty, weren't we?"

"Oh, God, ya, we were just so fucking …"

"Did you think about those days, Jake?"

Jake shook his head, "I couldn't, Jill, I just couldn't let you in, it hurt too much."

"But I'm in now?" Jill's voice was weak, almost like a child's. She wanted reassurance.

"We're together, Jill, we're together," but as she bent down to kiss him he added, laughing "But you really were a little harlot, a trollop, a strumpet …"

Jill pulled the pillow from above his head and beat him with it, "Who're you calling a strumpet, you sister fucking …" but she couldn't finish, she collapsed into his arms laughing, pushing her hands under his body, holding him, "Oh, God, Jake, this is going to be so fucking great."

And for the first time he thought so, too and he pulled her head gently back and brought his lips to hers with a passion he hadn't known since youth. And she responded, wrapping her arms around his head and pressing her face into his, pushing her tongue into his tongue, driving her spit into his. She was moaning now and forcing her words into his mouth, "Oh God, Jake, oh Jake," and his fingers were raking down her back but when they got to her ass, he stopped and sat up, tipping her onto her back.

There was a hint of fear in her eyes when she looked up at him so he quickly bent down and kissed her lightly, "I just want to look at you Jill."

Jill jumped from the bed, laughing again and she twirl three times beside the bed, "Look what you get for twenty thousand bucks in gym fees," and she continued to laugh gaily, but he didn't, instead he stopped her and held her by the hips, "You're beautiful, Jill, you're really, really beautiful. You should be very proud of yourself," and he pulled her in and as he pushed his face against her tight white stomach she jumped on him, pinning his head against the bed.

His hands were on her ass pushing her upwards until his face was pressed into her panties and he could feel her heat and as he pressed her into his face she pivoted around him and as he kicked off his shoes, she quickly took off his pants and underwear, and took his stiff dick in her fingers and studied it, twisting it gently before kissing it, lightly on the head and then she sucked at it, rubbing the head into her teeth and then she opened her mouth and sucked it tenderly, soothingly, letting her saliva build along its length and then she took it from her mouth and pressed it against her cheek. "Put it in me, Jake."

He pulled her panties off and when he did he stuck his face between her legs and kissed her, pushing her into his face, sucking deeply and then he let her go and brought her around to lie on top of him and he kissed her eyes and sucked on her nose. 

"You smell," she laughed. "I could never be a lesbian."

"Don't you like me kissing you there?"

"Oh, God, yes, Jake, I love you kissing me everywhere it's just that I don't know how you can do it."

"What, are you kidding," he threw her from him and was at the end of the bed on his knees dragging her on her stomach to him but she was resisting, pulling at the covers, laughing and licking at him, but he had her legs pinned and he was forcing her open, biting on her ass, little bites, sucking bites and she rose up for him and he folded his arms under her legs and forced his face into her juices.

She wasn't trying to kick any more, instead she was gyrating and pushing into him and when he felt she had built almost to the point of release he let go of her and turned her over on the bed and was on top of her and he put his prick to her and gently eased it in while she pushed at it, eagerly, demandingly and when her cries reached crescendo he brought his mouth down on hers and absorbed the screams, absorbed her high-pitched squeals into his throat until there was only panting.

He had a smile on his face when he rolled off her, and so did she when she rolled up on her arm and spat at him, spat full in his face but before he could react she was rubbing his mouth roughly with the sheets and when she finished she quickly jumped on top of him and put her mouth on his and his prick inside her and she slowly ground at him, sucking his mouth, pulling his tongue into hers, biting it as she worked her cunt up and down his slippery prick until she felt him explode in her, until the moan echoing inside her head began to diminish but before he relaxed, spent, she pulled his prick out of her, reached down, swabbed herself with her fingers and wiped their juices roughly over his face and before he could react, she rolled off the bed and ran from the room.

But to where? He didn't know. He laughed and wiped his face on the sheet then got off the bed to find her. He poked his head into the other rooms along the hallway, bedrooms, three of them including one that was clearly hers. Another room was a library, complete with floor to ceiling book cases, leather furniture arranged around a fireplace, and a large table with computer. Beside the library along the hallway was, what? A media room? Electronics were neatly stacked against one wall and an immense CD collection covered another. 

He padded past the living room to the kitchen and found her on the balcony, in a hot tub and when he slipped in beside her he went under the water and rubbed at his face.

When he surfaced, he said, "That was disgusting."

She laughed and took his hand, "As disgusting as making me suck on my own pussy?" She pulled him to her and quickly became reflective, "Most every night I would come in her for awhile to unwind and I never once came here without wondering if the day would ever come when you would be in here with me." She smiled at him, as if the admission was painful, "And now you're here, we're finally together. Don't ever leave me, Jake."

He put his arms around her and held her tight, "I won't," he said, kissing her lightly and when he added, "You're my only chance at happiness," she squeezed hard.

"Oh, God, Jake, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"I think it's true," there was a grim look on his face, "I don't know where it's going to lead, but it's true, you're my only chance at happiness."

She searched his face and tried an unconvincing smile, "You don't look very happy about it."

"I'm 40 years old and the only woman I've ever been able to love is my own sister, and as bad, the only man she's been able to love is her own fucking brother."

"Does that bother you?"

"Of course it bothers me, why wouldn't it? But it doesn't seem to bother you. It never has."

"Bother me? Why should it? Because the one man I love is my brother. That should bother me?"

"I don't know why you always make this so difficult for me. Can't you just for once admit that it's wrong, morally, legally and socially wrong?"

"No, I won't admit it's wrong because it isn't, not to me. It's right, I love you and I love loving you, I love everything about loving you," and she pushed him playfully, "and I'd like to show you right now." She climbed from the tub and bent down to help him out and when he climbed out she noticed his hard on. "If what we're doing is so wrong, why do you have that?" She took him by his pecker and led him through the kitchen to the hall and their bedroom.

"Do you mind," he laughed.

"Afraid to answer my question?"

"I have this for a number of reasons; I love you, you have a sexy body, I like the way your tits giggle, your love for me turns me on, the prospects of fucking you is, well … I come by my erection quite honestly."

"Well," she said, "You're proving my point."

"No I'm not. Men get hard-ons looking at women's giggling breasts, it doesn't matter who they're attached to."

"Actually, I was thinking of the smile on your face. That's what proves my point, I am making you happy and sex is only one element of that and, for the life of me, I can't see anything wrong with it. Would you rather be miserable, would society prefer you to be miserable? Stand here." She went into the en suite and came out with a towel which applied all over his body before hooking the towel on his hard-on and crawling onto the bed, kneeling and waiting for him.

He kneeled on the bed beside her and toweled her off then pushed her down and lay beside her. "All I'm saying is this is going to be difficult. People are going to talk and there will be consequences, surely, you must know that."

"And if you were a Norwegian fisherman, would I be telling everyone how much I enjoyed having you in my bed, how much I enjoyed fucking you?" She could see he understood her, "No, well I'm not going to be bragging about how good our sex life is, either."




Utter Love Ch. 02



"But people will know we are living together."

She smiled mischievously, "Oh, there will be no doubt about that," then she kissed him and left her lips on his, "I will not keep that a secret, it's just too delicious."

"You're fucked up, do you know that?"

"Ya, I know," she said nibbling at his bottom lip, "I've built an important manufacturing company that employs almost 500 men and women with high paying jobs in a city that desperately needs me, I support every worthy charity in the state, I've been chosen business person of the year I don't know how many times … but fuck one brother," she climbed onto him, laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But while he saw the humour, he wasn't laughing, "There are some mean people out there and most of them are religious."

She lay on him, her cheek against his, "Fuck 'em Jake, we'll live our lives the way we want, they can guess at our relationship but they will never know for sure. You were right. We can be discrete and play the eccentric card, it'll work," then she rose up and looked into his eyes, "I'm not going to spend another second worrying about it, and I don't want you to. What will be, will be." Then she turned around and lay next to him, kissing his penis which had become limp, "I think I like it better this way, Jake, it looks more humble, less sure of itself."

Jake put his face in his sister's bush, "Kiss it one more time and see how sure of himself he gets?" 

And she did and as she kissed along its growing length he pushed his sister's legs open and gently parted her lips and kissed her moist pink interior with little pecks, then he traced the tip of his tongue all along her opening from the clit down to her asshole.

"How could this be wrong, Jake? Who is it possibly hurting?"

He knew the logic, but knew it wasn't that simple, either. He pinched the skin of her lip and gently peeled her open and studied her, "We just have to be careful, Jill, and discrete."

She was sucking and kissing the head of his penis, watching the pre-cum seep to the opening then licking it off, "Discrete?" She laughed, "People think I'm an emotionally dead automaton obsessed only with building a company, and they may have been right. But no more. Discrete?" She laughed again.

Jake pushed two fingers into his sister and felt all along the wet walls of her sex and as he did she opened her legs wider. "Discrete, Jill, I'm going to insist on it, I'm not going to let you use me to taunt society."

She took him in her mouth and sucked hard a few times before letting him go, "OK, Jake, you win, I promise not to do this any more in public." Then she turned on her side and made a pillow out of her bottom thigh and settled his head on it and pulled his bottom leg forward and settled on to it.

They kissed and sucked and nibbled at each other's sex until both were straining with desire and Jill got up and crawled on top of her brother and put him in her and then she leaned down and dangled a breast over her brother's mouth, "So it doesn't matter who the tit is attached to, ah," and as he bent forward to take the tit in his mouth she moved away, teasing him.

"I'm serious, Jill, what goes on behind closed doors stays there, in public we will be every bit the sister and brother."

"Does a sister aim her nipple at her brother's mouth?"

Jake had a flash of annoyance and slipped out of and from under his sister and stood beside the bed looking down at her. "This isn't a joke, Jill. If we are going to live together, we have to be very careful and very discrete. Do you understand that?"

"I understand that I love you and I know that I can't hid it, it shows in my joy, on face, in my walk. So I love my brother, so what? It doesn't mean I'm fucking him."

Jake looked down at his sister. Her long, thin elegant body was curled on the bed like a comma, with one breast lying on her arm and a confident, happy smile in her eyes and on her lips. He sat down on the bed and pulled her head onto his lap and as she looked up at him expectantly he smiled back and said, "Do what you want. You know a lot more about living then I do."


It was a month later when Jake walked into the board room behind his sister to stand with her at the head of the long, wide table. She had his hand in hers and she waited only for a moment before the dozen or so people, mainly company directors, gave her their full attention.

Jill took a minute to slowly look around the table, but when she spoke her words she was looking directly at the man beside her, "This is my brother Jake. He's joining me as my partner."

When she said the words, there was so much love in her eyes that the inference was unmistakable and the attentive faces turned to stupefied stares.


So what happened? Well my guess is the inevitable:
• rumour
• accusation
• the religious right
• company tainted
• forced to sell
• multinational buys and out-sources overseas
• religious leaders claim victory
• conservatives brag about the sanctity of business
• Jake and Jill are shot by a zealot
• lesson learned
• and the rich get richer and the poor get poorer



Utter Love



Jill was moving her hips now, slowly, in time with her brother's fingers as they rode up and down on his cock. "Describe me, Jake. Describe what you saw last night."

Jake thought for only a moment, "You had your robe on when I went into your room and when you took it off you were naked in front of me. But it was too naked, somehow I felt like I shouldn't be there so the next time I conjured you up, you took off your robe and you had on your underwear."

"Bra and panties?"

"Panties."

"Your fetish?"

Jake smiled, he was barely moving his hand, "I don't think so. What's left to the imagination once you're naked? Nothing. When I first saw you, you were naked, starkers, nothing to hide. But when I revised my dream you were there with your panties on, at least in my thoughts, and that seemed to work better for me because there was still a mystery, still more to discover. I love to see you in your panties, Jill, it turns ..." Jake hesitated just a moment, "I'm close, Jill, really close, would you open your legs wider so I can see you?"

Jill scooted down and brought her heels up to her ass and opened her legs wide as she forced her pussy to her fingers. "Like this Jake?"

"Are you close?"

"I'm ready, Jake, of fuck, Jake you're so beautiful, oh, God I want you, oh Jaaaaaake." And they came together, both with their eyes on each other, both bucking at their fingers, both wet from their explosion, both in a world entirely new to them.

They sprawled in place, without moving, Jill's eyes still hooded in sexual fatigue. She reached out a finger and scooped some of her brother's cum from her leg and studied it before wiping it on her stomach. Then she rolled off the bed and stood over her brother kissing him tenderly, "Jake, I just don't have the words to tell you what this means to me, what you mean to me." Then she collected her clothes and walked to the door but she stopped. "I can't wait for tomorrow, Jake. Do you mind if I take this to keep me company tonight?" She held up the shirt he had been wearing.

Jake hadn't moved and just smiled his response.

"Do you want something of mine?" When she said the words she laughed and rustled through her clothes, throwing her panties to him.

She smiled when she saw her panties on her brother's pillow the next day. She threw his shirt to him, "Did they come in handy?"

"They need washing," he smiled and stood up, uncertain whether to take his sister in his arms, but wanting to.

They stood facing each other, then she leaned into him and put her face on his shoulder, almost in defeat. "You were in my arms last night, Jake, all night, I didn't let you go."

Jake pulled his sister to him and gently stroked her hair, but said nothing.

"You were in your shirt and I could smell you and I just held you and told you I loved you."

Again, Jake was quiet.

"We're getting close, aren't we?"

Jake knew what she meant, "Yes," then he pulled away from her and looked at her, surprised by the almost pained expression on her face. "But maybe we should go slow, Jill, we have to be sure about what we're doing."

Jill moved her face into the nap of her brother's neck, "I'm sure, Jake, I want my arms and legs wrapped around you, I want to feel you inside of me, I want your spit on my lips and your cum on my thighs. I want you Jake, I've never ever wanted anything so much."

"You're just horny. That's why we have to go slow. We don't want to do anything stupid."

Jill gave her brother a smile of sorrow, "This isn't about sex for me, Jake. I want to give myself to you. I want you to take me."

The passionate and pained look on her face scared him. "We're going to go slow, Jill, that's the way it has to be. I'm not going to start fucking my sister until ..." then he laughed, "it's the right thing to do."

But she didn't laugh, she just looked at her brother with the same pained expression and said, "It's the right thing to do."

When Jake backed over to the bed and sat down Jill followed him and stood in front of him. "Take off my clothes."

Jake hesitated for just a moment then his fingers went to the top button of her shirt and quickly undid it. His fingers were on the second when Jill's fingers covered his, "Take your time, Jake" she caressed his cheek, "and touch me." 

He became more deliberate now, studying each button as he carefully undid it and when his fingers unfastened the last of the buttons, he pulled her shirt open and buried his face in her smooth, white stomach, just above her slightly outed belly button.

She held his head tight to her body as he moved his hands behind her to clench her cheeks, to rub them, massage them, to stretch his fingers into her groin, into her thighs. Now he sucked at her stomach and licked at her belly button, flicking his wet tongue at her navel, enjoying her light moans. "The pants."

His fingers quickly pulled at the buckle and the top button of her jeans but they slowed when they reached for the zipper and he sat back to watch as he pulled it down to reveal the light green nylon panties beneath. And then the jeans were around her ankles and she was kicking them away, kicking them while the brother held his sister's narrow hips and then he pulled her panties to his face.

"These were the panties you left on my bed, Jake, they're the ones that started this."

Jake's 'yes' was muffled in her belly as his hands felt his sister's ass, kneading her cheeks, letting his little fingers probe into her crack, then he moved them down and brought them up under her panties, feeling her hairs on his fingers, the wetness, the heat, feeling her pussy pushing with desire at his face.

"Oh, God, Jake, I'm just so ready to explode."

Jake gently pushed his sister back and, holding her by the hips, he took his time studying the waist band of her panties, seeing it disappear into the whiteness of her waist, kissing her there, then sweeping the back of his hand lightly across the softness of the green nylon, nylon that he had once felt and smelled and tasted and then he trailed his fingers across her stomach and then down to the heat of her mound and then to the wetness from her sex. "What do you want me to do, Jill?"

"Bring me off, Jake, please, quickly."

"How?" When he looked up at her, her eyes were frantic with expectations.

"Put your fingers in me, touch me, quickly."

Jake pulled at his sister's shirt as be pulled her onto the bed and when she was beside him he put his fingers on his sister's sex and pressed hard while he kissed her neck.

"Inside, Jake, under the panties, oh, God, I'm ready."

And she was. As he worked his fingers under the waist band she violently bucked at his fingers and let out a muffled scream into his chest that went on for what to him seemed like a full minute then she stiffened her pelvis against his fingers and sank, spent. 

He sat up with his head propped up by his hand and studied the girl he was just coming to know. She was panting lightly, her smooth white legs were bent slightly and open and one seam of the crotch of her green panties was buried deep in her wet pussy. He resisted the temptation to bend down and kiss the trim, white stomach and the stiff nipples poking through the thin, rose bra. Instead, he kissed her closed eyes and her nose and when she opened her mouth he licked around her lips, leaving a wet trail of spit which she chased with her tongue.

He was biting and sucking on her lower lip when she wrapped her arms and legs around him and hugged him as tight as she could and she wouldn't let him go, not until he used force to pull away from her and he reached behind her and fumbled with her bra strap, this time he got it and when he took the bra from his sister's tits he said, "You're beautiful, Jill, just beautiful," she lifted a breast to his lips and they fell back on the bed and as he nursed on his sister's breast, he brought his fingers back to her cum soaked panties, lifting the seam from her cunt while carefully putting two fingers in her and feeling the cool wetness from her panties on the back of his fingers. Then he tried to choreograph his fingers with her sounds. 

It started slowly, as did her moans but soon she started bucking at his fingers, slowly at first then more insistently, then almost violently and the moans got louder and louder and just before she began her passionate cry he took his mouth from his sister's tit and forced it down on hers and smothered her mouth with his, feeling for the first time her raw energy, her unbridled passion and her total commitment to his fingers and when he did, he could feel his prick explode against his sister's leg and the grunt he let out came from a place he didn't know existed.

They lay quiet and still for a few minutes, then Jill started to stroke her brother's face. "Oh, Jake, that was just so wonderful. I could lie here with you for a month," she turned and kissed him, pulling his head into her and then she let him go and got up. "They'll be home soon," she said and as she collected her clothes and headed for the door, she stopped and looked back at her brother then quickly took off her panties and threw them to him, "Your turn tomorrow."

...

When Jill came into his room the next day he was ready and the hug was the embrace of two lovers.

"I thought of you all night, Jill, how lovely you looked on my bed, with your eyes closed, with your legs apart. You were just fantastic."

Jill held her brother as if she was afraid he would pull away, "You make me feel lovely, Jake. You made me feel lovely, and sexy and wanted."

Jake kissed his sister lightly on the lips, waiting for her to respond, and when she did, she pushed her breasts into him and poked her tongue into his mouth, pushing it against his teeth until they parted and she could explore his tongue. "It's your turn Jake," she said into his wet mouth then she pushed him towards the bed.

When he sat down he took her by the hips and said, "Can I see you?"

"My body?"

Jake nodded and as she pulled her sweater over her head, he undid her belt and pulled her jeans down so she could step out of them.

When he looked up, her eyes sparkled and the thick nubs of her breasts stood in excitement, "God, Jill, you're just so fucking beautiful," then he pulled her close and kissed her stomach through her panties, "but there is just one thing"

"Yes?"

"My panty fetish? It's for nylon panties, not cotton."

Jill tried to pull away, "I'll change," but Jake had her by her cheeks and wouldn't let go, "No, no," he said, pressing his face into the thin cotton, "don't leave."

Jill stood there for a few minutes holding her brother's head against her, feeling his hands on her ass, then she gently pushed him back, "Today is about you, Jake."

Jake smiled, marveling at his sister's excitement. "It can never be about me when you're here." His words sounded phony to his own ears but he was coming to believe them.

Jill smiled and pulled her brother's face back into her panties, "That's sweet, Jake, really sweet, then it's about me wanting to see you," and when she pushed him away again she pulled him to his feet and kissed him gently then undid the buttons of his shirt. 

The buckle was next and it came undone quickly, then she got on her knees and pulled his pants down so he could step out of them. "I hope you like me Jill," but Jill didn't hear him, she was feeling around her brother's body, his back, his sides and his cheeks. She bent in and kissed the head of his stiff prick through his underwear, then she carefully took hold of the waist band and pulled it down but as she did the band caught on her brother's prick and he quickly bent forward as if to make it easier for his prick to clear. 

"Sorry, Jake, this is new to me," and she pulled the waist band out over the erect penis and then down his legs and the brother was naked in front of the sister.

Jill was standing now, hugging her brother, pushing her pussy into his stiff cock, "You're great, Jake, you look great. Can I masturbate you?"

Jake was sucking hard at his sister's lips, savouring the spit that was flooding into his mouth, his hands were on her ass, massaging her cheeks through the thin white cotton while pulling her in to him.

She pushed him against the bed and forced him to sit down and when he did, she pushed him back and got down on her knees and took his stiff prick in her hands and inspected it. She gently parted the hair at the base of the prick and then brought her other hand up and cupped his balls, stroking them gently with her thumb. When Jake moaned she looked up at him, "Are these sensitive, too?"

"In your hands, not in mine," Jake muttered the words to the ceiling.

Jill tenderly twisted the prick in her hand, studying its length and the mushroom-shaped head. "It's pretty, Jake. Where is it sensitive, on the head?"

Jake sat up and took his penis between his thumb and his forefinger just below the head. "There. If you hold on to it lightly there and move your fingers up and down you can expect to see a veritable Vesuvius in a matter of seconds."

"What's this?" Jill wiped the clear fluid from the head of his prick and rubbed it between her fingers. 

"It's called pre-cum, I think it's there to help lubricate but I don't know for sure."

"Have you ever tasted it?"

As Jake shook his head his sister flicked off some fresh fluid and licked it. "It's salty, not bad tasting." Then she bent down and licked the top of his penis. "How should I do this?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Make you cum."

"What about you?"

"I came yesterday."

"Well, I'm not going to cum without you."

She got up off her knees and pushed her panties down and got on the bed. When she lay beside her brother she leaned into him so she could easily hold his pecker and then she opened her legs so his fingers could gain easy access to her, and then she held her face up to him so he could kiss her, "Slowly, Jake."

And it was slow at first, the two, with their hands on each other's sex, slowly moved their hips as they moved their fingers and sucked at each others lips and then the moans came, softly and then more insistently until their sucking was as frantic as their bucking and frantic fingers. It was over in a minute, Jill to soak Jake's fingers, and Jake to shoot a stream of cum onto his sister's stomach.

Jill was panting now but she had her arms wrapped around her brother's head and she climbed up to straddle him, "God, Jake, this is just so unbelievably exciting, I can't tell you how you make me feel."

Jake's head was pressed against his sister's chest and he was stroking her back and ass, "You don't have to, Jill. I know how you feel, I feel the same way."

"Should we do it? Now?"

Jake didn't hesitate, he had thought a lot about this in the past few days, "No, this is one thing, that's another. Let's wait, let's make sure."

When she sat down on her brother she could feel his stiff cock between her legs, but she was too anxious to care, "Make sure? Have you any doubt, Jake? Do you want to stop?"

Jake laughed, "Doubt? Does it look like I have any doubt?"

"Then what?"

"This is going to be your first time and I want you to be absolutely sure before you waste it on me."

Jill was about to protest when Jake put his fingers on her lips. "Please, Jill, let's wait a few days." He eased her on to the bed and while cupping a breast he leaned down and kissed her. "This has been exciting, unbelievably exciting, I don't need to do more then this right now, feeling you is the sexiest thing I could image. A few days ago all I had was my own hand on my own pecker and look at me now, I'm naked with my gorgeous, sexy sister and I'm just now taking my fingers from her fantastic tits and moving them down across her flat, sexy belly and moving them into her mound of brown soft pubic hair and now into soaking wet pussy. Now I'm taking my wet fingers up to my mouth to taste her, taste my sister's juices." He stuck his two fingers in his mouth and sucked them. "Ahhh," he said with a laugh, "it just doesn't get any better then this."

Jill had pulled back to watch her brother, "How does it taste?" Her nose was wrinkled in revulsion.

Jake was surprised, "Haven't you ever tasted yourself?"

When Jill shook her head Jake reached down and parted his sister's pussy again soaking his fingers then he brought them up to her lips, "Try yourself, you taste great."

"The smell." Jill turned away.

Jake laughed and brought his fingers close to her mouth.

Her tongue darted out and touched his finger, "God, it's awful, how could you?" she said, looking at him.

"How could I?" Jake put his fingers in his mouth and cleaned them, "it's great!" Then he brought his sister into his arms and rolled her on top of him. 

"Time flies," and she rolled off him and landed on her feet and went out the door. "I love you Jake."

When she came into his room the next day he was sitting on his bed. "I've changed my mind."

Jill stopped in her tracks, the smile that had lit up her face instantly vanished in doubt, and she pulled her robe tight about her.

"Remember when I said my fetish was nylon panties? Well, I really liked the cotton ones you had on the other day."

Jill seemed to sag in relief and quickly left the room and returned in a minute with a handful of underwear. "Don't do that to me, Jake."

"What?" Jake didn't know what she meant.

"Don't play with my emotions. 'I've changed my mind' can mean a lot of things, Jake, and a lot of bad things. We're going through a very unusual period right now and I have never been more emotionally vulnerable. So, please, Jake, go easy on me, OK?" She smiled and handed her brother the underwear.

"Sorry." He felt like a thoughtless asshole. "I guess I was just trying to be dramatic," he said, as handed her a pair of panties and threw the others on the computer chair.

She took off her robe and while looking at him, she pushed down her purple nylon panties and kicked them away and put on the white cottons he had handed her. Then she stood up and turned in a full circle, "Well?"

But he wasn't looking at her underwear. He was looking at the tears welling in her eyes. He got up and took her in his arms and squeezed her. "I can be thoughtless, Jill but I will never be mean to you, remember that."

"Thanks," she kissed his cheek, "I guess I'm a little sensitive these days." Then she roughly pushed him away, "And why not, I'm in love."

The joy on her face and the excitement in her eyes was back again and Jake was marveling at the transformation when he said, "I may have some very good news for you tonight."

Her eyes flashed with even greater excitement and a smile stretched across her lips and she was in his arms again, "What?"

Jake laughed and they fell on the bed together, "I'm not going to tell you. All I'm going to say is that when I make my announcement tonight I want you to pretend to get a little mad and then leave the room. OK?"

"Why?"

"You'll see, but you have to play your part, otherwise it may not work."

"Why?" Jill was on her brother now, squirming against him, tickling him and he was laughing, fending her off, but aroused as never before, aroused by her joyful innocence and her magnificent breasts hanging erratically, erotically beating him on the sides of his face and her panties riding up in the crack of her ass as her pussy bounced off his legs and arms. When their laughter stopped, they looked into each other's eyes then they grabbed hold of each other and her mouth sucked on his while she brought her pussy over his cock and they quickly road each other, but just for a minute, for that's all it took until they moaned and grunted into each other's open, wet mouth and then Jill lay still on her brother's chest gently rubbing her wetness against his.




Utter Love



He made his announcement at the dinner table after dessert. He had been accepted at the one university he most wanted to attend and while, yes, it was a thousand miles from home, it was really important to him because it was the school with the best faculty. When he finished he looked first at his father, then his mother and when he looked at his sister he gave the shocked face a surreptitious wink. Though disturbed and wanting to learn more, Jill did as directed. She hurriedly left the table.

The pieces fell into place sooner then Jake had ever hoped. Whether it was the way he made his announcement or his conviction that this was the most important school for his future, the parents soon agreed and then it was just a matter of logic. Yes, they had made it a rule that both children would take their first two years at the local community college, but if Jake was given the freedom to move away, Jill should have it too. It was his overly-cautious, overly-protective mother's idea but the father made it unanimous: Jill should transfer to the same university and they would room together in an apartment their parent's would choose. 

To his parents, Jake's grimace, so carefully practiced in the mirror, reinforced the wisdom of the decision.

Jill wasn't nearly so convincing. Jake had only moments to coach her, "Act like you're excited but really disappointed, too." 

"To what?" She was grabbing at him but he just turned and led her back to the dinning room.

But when the decision was announced to her she showed only joy, total uninhibited, unconditional joy, with not a trace of disappointment.

And then the parents made their announcement. They were leaving Friday for a nine-day Christian cruise. The two could use the time to get used to living alone with each other.