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What She Knows

By: javawarrior



Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the kind words, and for voting so generously for my story! For those who've read this already, here is the finished version. It mostly contains only minor changes, like tweaking of dialogue and fixing bonehead spelling and punctuation errors. Because of how successful this story was, I am planning a part two, which will be ready for the Winter contest. If you liked this, though, check out my submission next month for the Halloween contest. Til then, please continue commenting. I really am enjoying all of your wonderful feedback!

*

When Zoe changed the subject abruptly to food, shifting in the bathtub and raising her voice to sound peppy, Neil felt a stirring in his loins as he assumed she was switching characters again. She didn't always do this. In fact, she did it quite rarely if you'd ever asked Neil about it. But having just married, the two were being more open everything. And sex, more than anything else, was an open book.

"Banana split with extra walnuts. That's what I could really go for right now," she said.

"We do need to pick up another can of peaches if we ever want to finish making that pie we started."

"Oh, right," she said laughing.

They had been getting ready to bake a peach cobbler pie for the Independence Day barbecue at his folks' place the next day. They didn't have enough peaches, which they realized right after opening the can. She shoved a peach into his mouth playfully, and next thing they knew, she was naked on the island counter in the kitchen and he was drinking peach juice off of her tits. Afterwords, they both concluded that they were a bad influence on each other when cooking was involved.

"You wanna go out?"

"Nah. Was just thinking... Gosh, I haven't had a banana split in ages. My dad used to make them for me."

Neil was looking down over her shoulder at her breasts, which were half under water. He had been picturing them covered in chocolate syrup and whipped cream when the word "dad" gave him pause.

"I'm not sure how I feel about you bringing up your dad after I just fucked your brains out."

"What? It's not like you're fucking me right now. We're just talking."

"If you say so."

"Don't give me shit, ok? I just... really want a banana split."

"With walnuts..."

"...with walnuts."

"Cream on top?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"That's not how Daddy made it."

"Daddy didn't put cream on top?" Neil whispered this into her ear, reaching over and taking a breast in his hand.

She slapped his leg and said, "Stop that! That's disgusting!"

Neil laughed. "I'm just kidding."

"Well not like that, ok? That's just..."

After a moment, he said, "I thought you might be... you know... teasing me again."

"Why would I tease you about something involving my dad?"

"We're naked in a tub and you're talking about chocolate covered desserts you had with 'Daddy.' What do you think?"

She didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry babe, I just really wanna cover you in chocolate syrup and lick you all over. You got me hot for it now." At this, he reached his hand down between her legs and began to finger her, but he realized that even underwater, she was noticeably wet.

"I can be your daddy tonight," he whispered in her ear. To his surprise, she did not protest, but simply moaned.

He continued rubbing her, saying, "That's my little girl. Daddy's gonna make his little girl very happy." She had her eyes closed and was clearly deep in fantasy, with her lower body moving to his hand. She rubbed the side of her head against Neil, eyes still closed, and moaned louder.

All at once, she reached behind her and started to grab at Neil's erect penis, and began rubbing it quickly. Neil responded by rubbing her clitoris so perfectly that Zoe had to stop. Then, with urgency she slid her body up and put her legs outside of Neil's, then guided his penis into her.

"It's ok, Daddy's here. Go ahead..."

She sat on him and began to ride him feverishly. She did not stop until she was ready to come, which did not take long.

"That's it, honey. Go ahead and come for Daddy. That's it, baby."

Faster and faster she rode him, and she did not stop.

"Oh sweetie, your doing great. Come on. You can do it. There you go." She began to cry out, and Neil could feel her tensing up as her orgasm began. "That's my girl. Daddy loves you."

Then, they both went still and silent.

Neil didn't know what to think. She'd never brought herself to climax so quickly, and after having already fucked twice tonight. It's the only reason he didn't come with her, and he felt really bummed about it, too. She'd just had the best orgasm of her life, and he couldn't share it. It took less than two minutes.

And the best orgasm had come as a complete shock to them both.

Neither of them said anything for a couple of minutes. She just lay back onto him and caught her breath. She didn't just fuck him, she had an experience.

Then, when they finally made eye contact again, reality sank in for her. He started smiling as he watched her serious gaze, and that turned her serious expression into a smirk. She looked away, finally aware enough to feel somewhat embarrassed.

"It's ok," he joked. "That was... really fucking hot, Zee."

"If you tell anyone about that, I'll murder you in your sleep."

"Ok," he laughed.

"God, I... I can't believe I just did that." She was back to feeling euphoric. "I can't believe how... how much that turned me on. What does that mean? Am I fucked up or something?"

"It's only a fantasy. It's not like you actually fucked your dad."

"I know, but still. Why should it turn me on?"

"Well, if I had to guess, I'd say it's because of how wrong it feels. Forbidden is always hot."

Zoe sat up and stood, then grabbed a towel. She dried herself off as she got out of the tub, and when she was done, she dropped the towel. She stared at the reflection of her naked body in the mirror, lost in her thoughts.

Neil liked looking at Zoe naked when she was turned to one side. She had a very cute, curvy butt, a skinny figure and smallish breasts. He'd always liked those the best, even though Zoe was a tad insecure about their size. It was only being with him, and his profound desire for those two little treasures, that she began to love all the parts of her body. Self-love did not come naturally to her.

She had smooth, tan skin, and her legs sometimes even seemed to shine. And if her breasts weren't enough for him, her hair certainly was. It was long, black and silky, and came almost to rest on the tops of her rear. Everything about the girl he married was perfect, and he loved to look at every inch of her.

But now, she seemed lost. Vulnerable. She wasn't sure if she should be worried about what just happened, or of how completely impulsive she'd been about a very sketchy fantasy. At least, it seemed wrong to her.

Neil got out of the tub and dried himself off as well. As he did, he began, "You know, I don't even think it's that big of a deal. It was fun, but don't over-think it. Look, I know you, ok? You're just really fucking horny."

She grinned, but said nothing. She was still looking at her breasts in the mirror, and seemed to Neil like she was waiting for him to save her from her thoughts. So he did the next best thing and gave her a hug from behind.

"It's what I like about you. You can do something really nasty like that, and you know it's just play. It's like when we play teacher. We play nasty, it's what we do."

"We only did that once, and that was barely a month ago. I'm just thinking... with all this experimenting we're doing... what if it means we're gonna change? I mean, I just fucked my dad! Well, sorta." After a moment, she followed it with, "I don't know. You're probably right. Maybe it's not a big deal. I mean, you've probably thought about fucking Katy before, haven't you?"

The mere mention of his sister's name sent a shock through his body. He imagined her naked body instantly as he had done many times before. Skinny, short, shoulder-length blonde hair, milky white skin and freckles on her arms and face. Small perky breasts, just like Zoe.

It actually wasn't hard to picture at all.

He still had his arms wrapped around Zoe when she said it, so his body was against hers.

"...haven't you?" she repeated.

And this, my friends, is where the story of Zoe and Neil really begins. Because in that moment, much like Zoe's sudden desire to play out a fantasy with her dad, a similar desire arose in Neil, and that desire slid along the inside of Zoe's leg all the way up.

Zoe was looking Neil in the eyes when it dawned on her. "You have!" Her face lit up with excitement, and she breathed an enormous sigh of relief. She turned to face him, and was inches from his face, smiling. She wrapped her arms around him lovingly, and said, "I'm so happy that you're fucked up too!"

Neil couldn't help but smile in the face of her off color charm. She was caressing his backside and buttocks when she said, "Close your eyes. It's way more intense." When he did, she continued speaking, but did so with a different voice.

Katy's voice.

He had never marveled more over her ability to do different characters for him than he did right now, because she sounded exactly like his sister when she spoke.

"I know this is going to sound, you know, weird and all, but I have a confession to make. I know you're my brother and all, but..." As she spoke, she moved her hands around to the front and caressed his front side.

"...I know you've seen me naked. I know you fantasize about me. You've been curious. Well so have I. I fantasize about you too, Brother. Only, I've never seen you..."

She slid one hand down until she held his erect penis in her hand. She rubbed it slowly at first.

"I've always been curious about you, Brother. I want to know what it's like to be with you. I know you're curious about me," she said, taking his hand and putting it on her pussy. She rubbed it with his hand, and moaned.

"Oh Brother, I knew it was true. You are curious. Well I want you to have me... I want you to put your hands on me, and feel me. Go ahead."

All at once as she said the last line, she started rubbing his penis quickly. She'd made his dick ache up to that point, and so he felt the urge to come into her hand. It grew almost instantly, and her voice brought him the rest of the way. "Come for me, Brother. That's it. I've always wanted to see it. Go ahead. For me."

She moaned again, and Neil came into her hand. She even gently cupped her hand so that he came into it.

He let out a grunt when he came, and was now attempting to catch his breath. Eyes still closed, he impulsively grabbed her by the back of the neck and drew her close for a kiss. She kissed him back sweetly and caressed his back and buttocks again with her free hand.

Then he opened his eyes to look at her, and saw that she was smiling, not surprisingly, with her hand still cupped around the head of his penis. Her smiling turned into laughing, as she saw the same awestruck expression on his face that he'd likely seen on her. He was dumbfounded.

"What the fuck, Zee?"

She could not hold back her glee, which had a hint of pride in it. "I told you."

"Where did you learn to talk like that? I mean... fuck."

"I'm an actress. Besides, you didn't find a problem doing it when I fucked you just now."

"Yeah, but... that's different."

"How?"

"That was easy."

"So was this. I may not have brothers, but I was a nanny for several years while I went to school. I know stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Like how siblings of similar ages get curious, and how it's all very natural. Happens all the time. I'd be surprised if you never thought about Katy that way, actually. I think it's sweet."

"Who... are you?"

She laughed again, and he pulled her in for another kiss. He had no idea where they would be in years to come, but he knew he loved this woman and would die for her. No one understood him like she did. And she knew that no one knew hardly anything about her at all besides him, and for him she'd chosen to bare all. It took time, but she gave in. She gave him everything she had emotionally, spiritually and sexually, and after a two year engagement she finally married the guy.

And for most couples, that might have been the end of it. As far as they would go, and no further. No more to learn. But the next chapter of this twisted love story would change all that. And for most, it would be enough to destroy everything.

Most, but not all.

*

"I love cherry pie, but I thought you were going to bring peach? You know they are still in season." Neil's mom, Carol, took the pie and placed it in the fridge anyway, and they all made for the patio.

"We changed our minds," was all Neil could think to say.

"Yeah, cherries are good. The thought of making a cobbler just seemed messy," Zoe said, who looked at Neil with a grin.

Neil and Zoe sat down on a swinging bench near the door and watched his father flip burgers on the grill, cold beer in hand. His mother joined him, caressing his back lovingly while watching the glorious view of the valley from the backyard of their vacation home.

Soon, others began to arrive. His uncle Jake and his son Ron. His cousin Janet came up from Colorado Springs with her husband Carl. A friend of his mother came, bringing her three kids, as well as a young man who works in her office name Greg.

The only one after a while that still seemed to be missing was Katy. That might have eased Neil's nerves, as he'd been dreading seeing her ever since he arrived. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep from undressing her with his eyes, especially after last night. And the secret desire he had for her had only partially been shared with his wife.

She didn't know everything.

"Hey y'all!"

Katy stood in the doorway holding bags of groceries. She apologized profusely when Neil's mother met her at the patio door, who offered the polite, "oh don't worry, you made it, that's all that matters. Oh how I've missed you, honey..." Then their voices faded into the house again.

Zoe was already looking at Neil with a grin. "Don't look at me like that," he said.

"What's the matter, honey?" She joked, sliding her hand up his inner thigh to his crotch. "You're sister is here." She was having a ball.

He swiped her hand away and repositioned his now-suddenly-tight-fitting pants. She stopped teasing him, but continued to grin.

Finally her sister emerged and headed for the table, which had already been picked over for food.

And Neil found himself doing what he told himself he would not do: watch his sister.

The joke was starting to get to Zoe. She watched him watching his sister, and the thrill began to wane. She spoke to him about movies and other things, but all the while was aware of his constantly drifting gaze. Her excitement turned to curiousity, but before it turned into concern, Katy walked up to the table.

"Hey guys! Haven't seen you since the wedding, Zoe, what's up with you?"

"Oh, I'm good. It's good to see you, Katy. You know, Neil and I were just talking about you last night."

"All good stuff, I hope," Katy quipped.

"I'd say," she said. This time she could not hold back another grin, which she directed at Neil.

"Yeah," Neil said. "I was just saying how we never see you."

"Well you'll be seeing a lot more of me now. I take it you didn't hear? I'm transferring to UC Denver. They've got an architectural Master's Program and they accepted me. I'm surprised mom didn't already tell you."

"I'm surprised you didn't tell me. That's awesome, Katy!" He leaned over the table to give her a hug. The sexual mind that Zoe had come to view their relationship was, for a moment, completely unrecognizable. It was a genuine brother-sister moment.

"You two, you know it's getting late!" Their mother walked up, martini in hand, looking puzzled. "If you still wanna go on that hike, you kids aughta get on with it, you only have a few hours of daylight left."

"Hike?" Zoe asked.

"Yeah. How about it, man? I really want to catch up with you," Katy said to Neil.

"Oh honey, you haven't been with this family long," Carol said to Zoe, "and you missed it last year, so I guess you wouldn't know. Well let me tell you, these two have gone hiking every Fourth since they were this tall."

Katy was smiling, but Zoe found Neil's expression difficult to read. It seemed to be a mixture of desire and fear. "I don't know, Zoe and I..."

"It's ok, babe," Zoe said. "Go ahead. I can show your mother those drawings I told her about."

"Oh right! Of the models in your class. Yes, I really would like to see how you've been progressing."

She smiled and walked back over to the grill, where Neil's father was wrapping everything up.

Katy said, "I'll go get some water bottles filled up and I'll be right back." She got up and skipped into the house.

"You never told me about a hike," Zoe said as soon as Katy was out of earshot. She did not seem mad, but bewildered.

"Well it's not a big deal. It's just a hike."

"But last night... I would have thought..."

"Look, I just have to be normal or else..."

"What? No one's gonna guess that you have the hots for your sister, Neil."

"I don't have the hots for her," he whispered sternly. "Look, I really don't want to go on this hike right now, you don't have to try and stop me."

"I'm not trying to stop you. Just go. What's the big deal?"

Before he could answer, Katy emerged with a backpack, and she had changed into a tank top with short shorts. He gave Zoe a strange look, like he was headed off for some faraway war from which he might never return, then he got up and said, "Let's go."

*

They had been hiking for an hour before they reached a fork in the trail. Neil started taking the one to the left when Katy stopped him.

"Why are you going that way?" she asked.

"This is the one that loops back around and takes us home."

"Yeah, but this one goes to the springs."

"But that's another hour out of the way, and it's going to get dark soon."

"We can't skip it, or what's the point? We have plenty of time."

"I don't know."

"Neil. I even brought flashlights in case you're right. I really think we're gonna be fine. We'll just go for a little bit and come back. We don't have to be there long."

Neil knew what he was in for from the moment he put the cherry pie into the bag that morning in his kitchen. It would all come to this moment, as with all the moments each year they made this trek. This was the year it would become too great, the year he would have to say something to her about their little excursions.

And so they continued up the trail to the hot springs deep in the valley. They talked about her new school, and they talked about her old jalopy of a car, and they talked about the weather. What they did not talk about was the one and only thing on his mind.

It did not become spoken, even as they arrived. He was like a character in a movie whose fate couldn't be changed. He was aware of himself arriving into the scene with his sister, and was aware of what was going to happen.

Because as soon as she saw the water, Katy let out a sigh of relief and immediately began to take off all of her clothes.

He watched her step into the warm water slowly and could not look away from her sweaty body. He has never been able to look away from her body. Never in all the years she's undressed in front of him.

He was drawn to her, as he always was, and he was equally compelled to strip. He did, as he knew he would. He feared this trek because he knew he would.

His sister was too pleased by the water on her skin to watch him carefully strip, as she liked to do. But she did open her eyes briefly and smiled to find him removing at last his underwear.


What She Knows



 She never looked so happy.

Ever since she arrived at the barbecue, she had this feigned sense of happiness. The kind only reserved for company you did not know. She'd grown to view this little event as the highlight of the year, and that made Neil very nervous.

But his body went through the motions anyway, and his throbbing penis reached out for the pretty girl in the pond like a dog that was finally seeing its owner after days of absence. He was ashamed of his lack of self-control, but what was he going to do? He could not disappoint his sister, because that would be worse than doing what he was about to do.

So he sat down with his legs dangling off of a rock into the water, and she swam over to him. She put her hands on his knees, and after shooting him a playful smile, she slid one of them up his thigh and gently grabbed his penis.

He'd come this far and he figured he might as well enjoy himself. She wanted this so much now, and he couldn't fully admit yet that he no longer wanted.

He remained still, and he let her rub him for a bit. But it wasn't long. She stopped, and then swam backwards to the other side. She slid out and lifted herself onto a rock opposite him.

She loved to make it a game, and it was probably the reason why he was never able to tell her that he didn't think they should be doing this anymore.

Last year was the first year he'd grown to have doubts. He was engaged to Zoe, but still fucking Katy. She wanted him to fuck her like he fucked Zoe, and he did.

And now, Katy was spreading her legs for him again. Her look was confident, as it always was. She knew that her brother would always be there, and didn't have to ask. It never crossed her mind that her brother would have doubts, and that there would come a day when she would not get to be fucked by him.

 So she kept her legs apart and just waited. She was not so far away that he couldn't see the steamy water drip down her body, and he could see the stubble of lightly colored hair just above her vagina.

But her confidence began to wane when he did not move instantly. A slight sullenness began to creep in as she waited for him, and it was the sadness that spurred him into action.

He slipped into the water and swam over to her. She still looked a bit confused, but he took her legs into his hands and spread them even further, slowly but confidently. He brought his face between her legs and at once slipped his tongue into her. He ate her pussy feverishly but deliberately, just as he knew she liked it.

He knew what his sister liked so well at this point, that she was gritting her teeth and moaning in moments. He pleasured her as he'd done so many times before.

He had become so good at it, that the only joy it brought him was the satisfaction of knowing that he was making his sister happy.

In the past, he might have jerked himself off while doing this. Or take her into the water immediately after she came and start fucking her. He would take his sister as passionately as he now takes his own wife.

But as he went down on his sister and felt her responding, he found himself thinking of Zoe. For the first time, with his face buried between the legs of his Katy, he fantasized about doing the same to his wife.

And it was only for a moment. For in the next moment, Katy came and he tasted his sister completely.

She did not notice his expressionless face as he swam back to his side. There was more duty to this endeavor for him than anything else, he realized. A sense of having to protect his sister from the malaise of her own mind by stimulating her body. He was coming to discover just how desperately she had come to rely on this exchange.

She needed him to do this for her.

She made it fun and playful, but that was just for his sake. She knew about his doubts, and she'd chosen to live in denial about his marriage. Thought she'd lost him for good, in fact, the last time they fucked. She could see it in his eyes, that he was not going to do this for much longer.

But now she was living in denial, and she didn't care. So long as he came through.

He was watching her from across the small pond, and started to see more of Katy the sister and less of Katy the sexual being. He really cared about her, and really had grown to worry if he was helping her or hurting her.

Sure, their excursions started innocently enough and it really was fun in the beginning. There was no greater thrill than the first experience he'd ever had of having sex with Katy. He remembered her every sound and smell, and the look on her face with him inside her. She had a profound look of gratitude when he was inside her, and it's a look that is never hotter, he felt, than when it's a sister.

He remembered how she took a bath one day and dozed off, back before he knew about her desire for him, and how he walked in on her. She looked like she was having an erotic dream because she was touching herself, and like the pervert he always thought he was, he watched her. He studied every curve on her naked body as she touched herself. Only later did he find out that she knew he was in the room, and was never actually asleep. It was all for him.

He had come home to find her completely naked several times. Once with headphones on, so he couldn't get her attention. Once he even walked in while she was actually masturbating, and again, she pretended not to notice him.

She'd wanted him for a long time, and so she teased him. She once asked him to describe his fantasies with her, and then she asked him to jerk off and come for her. She wanted to watch, and when she did, she did the same for him. Then they fucked for hours.

Those were the days, when it was fun and playful, and no one has ever known about it. It was just his loving sister and he with a dirty little secret.

And now she was slipping back into the hot springs and swimming casually over to him again, her passion still in the past. She put her hands on him at once and caressed him all over. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, then continued caressing his upper body. "I love you, Neil," she said.

When he didn't respond, her face darkened once more.

"What's wrong?" she finally asked him, knowing the answer.

He looked down to avoid her gaze, but found her breasts now mostly underwater and touching his torso. He could feel himself hardening a little more at the sight.

"Don't say it. I already know."

"Katy..."

She spoke evenly now, even sounding rational. "It's Zoe. I get it. You are in love with her now." She started caressing him again. "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to stop seeing me like this. I mean, we both knew this wasn't going to go on forever, right?"

She stopped with her hands on his shoulders, and she leaned her head up against his chest. "I just really miss you, Neil. I love you so much."

"Hey, it's ok. I'm always going to be there for you. You're still my sister."

"I know," she said with a sigh. "But no one has ever known me like you do."

"Someone will."

"I don't think that's possible."

He was shocked at his own inability to challenge her. She might have been right, in which case him ending his sexual relationship with Katy would have been devastating to her. And even worse, he might have been downplaying its affects on himself as well.

He suddenly had yet another spark of passion for his sister, who looked up into his eyes with desperation. With nothing left to say, and nothing coming from Neil, she pressed her body to him once more and kissed him. She kissed him like she'd never get the chance again.

Neil kissed her back, and found his hands drifting down her backside to her buttocks, which he'd always liked caressing. Still kissing him, she reached down and felt for his penis underwater. He reached around to put his hand between her legs, and slipped two fingers inside her.

His penis now ached for her, and he felt a resurgence of his old desire for her. It was like old times, enjoying foreplay with his sister. Only now the foreplay was not playful, it was passionate.

He was growing certain of one thing yet again: He once again was not leaving this pool without having sex with her.

They finally moved on the same wavelength, as they so often did. He decided that enough was enough, and she was ready. She already knew that with his length he could enter where he stood. She put the tip in knowing he would take it from there, as he always did. And after bending his knees slightly, that's exactly what he did.

As he went deeper, he lifted her left leg until her knee was off to the side, level with her breast. He angled her slightly, and that was it. All of this happened in mere moments, like clockwork. Like a solar eclipse -- two planetary bodies in sync.

They kissed and held each other close. They tasted every breath the other made, and never moved their noses an inch away from the other.

This was why she wanted him so badly. He knew every inch of her body so well, and she wanted him to have it all. She wanted to be his repository for ecstasy. Whenever he came for her and inside her, she felt complete. Only he could make her feel a sense of purpose in life that was impossible to extinguish.

She needed him to want her like he did back before she knew what really being desired felt like. He opened that door for her, and no other man has ever done it the same way since.

When it finally happened like this, nothing else mattered to Neil. That was worst of all, he would later regret.

It's not the love he had for Katy, or the success he had in making her smile like no man ever could or would. It's not even the pleasure it gave himself from getting to have sex with his own sister. None of that made him ashamed.

No, for him, it was how easily it took over all that he was. How easily he could dismiss the whole world and its machinations and judgments. And how he would forget even his own wife.

But he hadn't forgotten her. Not this time. He thought for once that it might be possible to actually maintain this sexual relationship with Katy without sacrificing anything he felt for Zoe. They were different beasts entirely, after all. Weren't they?

He knew the answer was no. He cared about Katy deeply. He always had.

Sooner or later, he would have to tell Zoe. If she really was the love of his life, she would have to know. Otherwise, she would never truly know him.

And that was the loudest thought he had after he and Katy finished. As she leaned her head into his chest lovingly and her intense breathing began to soften, it was all he could think about. He wanted Zoe to know, but he feared her rejection.

But little did he know, that was the least of his worries.

*

Afterwards, they lay in the grass, she with one arm and one leg draped over his body. The hour of their departure to escape the night had come and gone, and dusk was approaching. Neil didn't care, as he knew beforehand that he wouldn't.

Neither said much of anything for a while, until she asked him, "Do you ever think about me when you are with Zoe?"

He was surprised that he hadn't seen such a basic question coming. He replied, "I don't know, maybe once."

"Just once?" When he said nothing, she pressed further. "Tell me the truth. Do you think of me?"

"Well..." he started, not sure if he wanted to tell her the truth. He was hesitant, but he'd said enough for her to see that he was holding something back. And when she sat up to look him in the eyes, he knew it was a lost cause.

"I think I'm going to tell her about us."

"What?! You can't do that. No one can know about this! Are you crazy? I mean, you realize how this looks, right? How fucked up this looks?"

"Relax. There's something you should know." Her body became noticeably tense, as she stared back at him with anxious eyes. "She might already know."

"I don't understand. How? Did you tell her? I swear, if you told her..."

"Not exactly."

She said nothing, but her eyes didn't change.

"If I tell you something, do you promise not to repeat it? And I mean take it to your grave. It's VERY important."

"Okay?"

"Last night... Zoe and I fooled around. And afterward, we were in the bathtub just talking and she started talking about her dad. I thought she was teasing me, but she wasn't. She was just talking. Well, I started talking dirty to her, like I was her dad, and one thing lead to another. Well, it turned her on like I've never seen her before, and it kinda freaked her out."

"Are you serious? Oh my God."

"Then afterwards, I had to calm her down, because she thought that it might mean she was fucked up or something. Then she asked me if I've ever thought of you that way. And, well, I didn't have any clothes on at the time, so I couldn't exactly lie if you know what I mean."

Her eyes grew wide, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. "So what did she say?"

"Well, she seemed relieved. Like it meant she was normal."

"And that's it?"

"No."

"No?"

"She told me to close my eyes, and she started talking dirty to me like she was you and she jacked me off. She had your voice down perfect, it was weird. I came like that."

She immediately started cracking up. "Oh now I see it. You're putting me on. There's no way that happened."

"I'm not kidding. You don't know what kind of freaky stuff we do sometimes. That was certainly the kinkiest so far, but yeah. We totally role-played and she totally played you. It was really hot, actually."

It hit her that he wasn't kidding. "Zoe? Seriously?"

"Now you know why I'm crazy for that girl. She rocks my world. I also think that if there was ever a woman on this earth who would be ok with what you and I have done, it's her."

"I don't believe it. You can't tell her, end of story."

"Well like I said, she might already know."

"How?"

"She knows I tried to get out of this hike. I kinda forgot to mention it to her. Before we left, she looked... suspicious, somehow."

"Dammit, Neil. You need to fix it. I don't want anyone to know about us, not even her! God! I mean, I'm your sister!"

"I know. But I trust her."

"Well I don't. No offense, but I wouldn't expect you to trust some random guy I'm sleeping with not to say anything."

"She's not some random girl, she's my wife. She loves me to death. I wish there was a way I could prove that to you."

Katy finally said nothing. She knew he was telling the truth, and she had nothing to worry about. Even if she found their affair horrifying, it would only be her judgment she would have to deal with.

"You're so lucky to have her," she finally said.

"I am."

"Look, I wouldn't hold it against you if you wanted to stop seeing me. I mean, I get it." There was a very somber tone to her speech now.

"Maybe for a little while, that would be good." He saw her sadden even more, then added, "Look, it's not for good. But I think it would do you some good too. I mean, I love being with you Katy. I probably care more about you than most brothers ever would for their sisters, you know that. But summer's almost over. You know what I mean? This was never going to go on forever, we knew that."

"I guess I never did. I always sort of imagined that even if I was to get married and have kids with the perfect guy, I could still look forward to this every year. I mean, look at you. You're married now, but you still see me."

"I know, and I've had my doubts about that. I mean, just because you're my sister doesn't change the fact that I'm sleeping with another woman."

"No, you're right. We should end this."

With that, she turned to stand up and walk to her clothes, but he stopped her. "Wait a minute. Come back here." She did, sitting back down next to him.

"Well if this is the last time, you don't want it to end like that, do you?"

She started to form a half-smile, but looked down to break eye contact. "Don't you just want to head back? It's pretty late."

He reached his hand to her thigh and slid it to her crotch. "There's time for one more, isn't there?" he asked, while rubbing her slowly. Her smile faded back into seriousness, as she moved to climb onto him. He could see in her face how difficult this was for her. She bent to kiss him, not quite anxious to have sex. She just wanted him close, and she remained on top of him, kissing him passionately, not reaching for his penis for several moments. She shed a tear, then brought the tip of his penis to her moistened lips. She went back to kissing him, then sat down, feeling every inch of him slip into her. Then, she was done kissing him, and just began to fuck him.

She took it all in, a mixture of pleasure and melancholy. A few more tears accompanied her last few thrusts, and she brought herself to an orgasm. Her eyes shot open once more and she looked deep into the eyes of her brother while she tried to keep thrusting. He held her in place above him and kept going. He did not stop until he himself was coming. It was another great moment, but with a tinge of sadness.

She immediately fell upon him, burying her face into the crook of his neck, and cried. "I love you so much, Neil. I don't want to miss you." He just caressed her back, and the two did not separate.

*

"We were really starting to worry about you two," Carol said at once. Everyone had already gone, and it was just Neil's parents to greet them. They both had cocktails and where sitting on the swinging bench by the back door.

"Yeah, we took a different path this time. Ended up taking longer. Guess we'll know for next time." Katy sounded back to her usual self again.

"Why don't you just stay the night, you two? No sense in driving down this mountain this late if you don't have to."

"Where's Zoe?" Neil asked.

"Oh she's taking a nap upstairs. There's fresh towels up there, too. I know you'll want to shower after that hike."

Neil looked to Katy to share a grin, but she either didn't hear their mother, or didn't care. She just walked inside, without saying anything else.

Neil followed her in and, before she started up the stairs, he stopped her. He stepped into her and spoke quietly, "Hey, I don't want this to change things between us. Don't be a stranger, ok?"

"It might not change anything for you, but it changes everything for me."

"Don't think that way. You will find someone that cares about you just like I found Zoe. I promise you."

"Don't make promises like that when you know you can't control the outcome."

"I just mean that I believe you will find someone. I know you will. I mean, you're beautiful, your smart, you're funny, and you're amazing in bed."

"There's plenty of fish in the sea, is that it? Is that the speech you're really giving me right now?"

"What ever happened to that secret admirer of yours?"

"Never heard from him again. So typical. Look, forget about me. It's over. You don't need to think about me anymore, I'll be fine. Right now I really just want to take a shower and pass out. Have a good night, Brother."

She turned and walked back upstairs. He followed her, but only to the top of the stairs. She went to her room, and he went to his. And with that, it was over.

*

Zoe was pretending to be asleep when Neil came into the room. She did not respond when he called her name, but just lay there facing away from him, eyes wide open. She did not jump up to greet him, because her mind was everywhere.

She was happy to hear his voice, but was mad at him for being gone so long. He'd left her to spend nearly the whole barbecue alone with his family. And she had to admit, she was jealous. She had no idea just how much there truly was to be jealous about, but she at least knew what she'd always known.

She was ready to accept the knowledge that she was not interesting to him unless she was someone other than herself.

In her mind, it was perfectly logical, because she didn't even like being alone with herself. She was a bore, and she knew it. She could make Neil light up like a Christmas tree by being any of a thousand different women, and Zoe Lane Russo was not one of them. She was the one that no one wanted.




What She Knows



She wouldn't sit up and smile to herself, and she wouldn't watch him sprinkle water on his face in the adjoining bathroom for fear he might turn and see this strange woman named Zoe. It was too much work to figure out the woman he wanted tonight anyway, and so she resigned herself to silence. Later, when he was fast asleep, she would lie awake and contemplate masturbating. She would never give into the temptation because she would not know what to masturbate to. And if she found something, she would question the whole endeavor until the desire was gone completely. Then she would turn back to her side as before, eyes wide open, and wait for sleep to come.

*

Neil didn't hear from Katy again until Labor Day, when her work called him in search for her next of kin.

"Yes, is this Neil Stanton?"

"Yes it is."

"Hi, this is First Western Bank calling. You're listed as the emergency contact for Katy Stanton. She is your sister?"

"Yes, why? What happened?"

"Oh nothing serious, she just fainted. She seems to be ok, but we've given her the day off, and she probably should not drive home. Could you come get her?"

Neil was already out the door before he hung up the phone.

Katy was conscious when he arrived to pick her up, and he walked her to his car and took her home. He didn't ask any questions at first, and he didn't even know where he would have started if he did.

When he helped her to her door and eventually inside, he discovered a small studio apartment with no furniture that was cluttered from wall to wall with boxes, papers and books. It was a complete mess, and it was difficult not to step on anything.

Katy sat down on a pillow that was next to a wall, and she leaned back. She kept looking straight ahead like she was waiting for Neil to start asking her why she was such a terrible person.

 Instead, all he said was, "Talk to me, Katy. Tell me what's going on."

"Nothing's going on, I just fainted, that's all. Everything's fine now."

"I don't believe that, Katy. I'm serious, what's up?" He squatted before her and tried to look her in the eyes, but she avoided him.

"I'll be fine, I don't need any help."

"Why don't you have any furniture? You moved in over a month ago, didn't you?"

"I don't need furniture right now. Besides, I don't have time to go shopping right now."

"But what about that stuff Mom and Dad gave you?"

"Probably still in storage. I don't know."

"You don't want it?"

"No."

"I don't get it. What happened to you?"

"Look, nothing happened to me, ok?! I'm just busy with work and school."

"You know that if you want to ask mom and dad for money, you wouldn't have to work so much and you could focus on school. You could focus on your personal life. You know they'd give you whatever you need."

"I don't need them. I can do it just fine without them. I don't need a social life, I just need to pay my bills and finish school."

"What about you're friends? You used to be very social. What happened?"

"Not really."

"And your secret admirer?"

"That was a lie."

"Which part?"

It was very difficult for Katy to get specific, but she answered him anyway, "There was no secret admirer. Not really, anyway. Just some guy at the bank playing a prank on me."

"Do you know that for sure?"

"Well, I don't know that it was prank. But I know it wasn't serious."

"Why did you lie about it being a regular thing?"

"I don't know. I guess I didn't want you to think less of me. Like I couldn't handle myself. Like, maybe... you wouldn't worry about me if I told you the truth."

"The truth about what?"

"That there's... no one. No one who would want me. Look at me, I'm such a mess..." She was about to cry.

"That's not true, Katy. If you're a mess, it's only because you believe no one wants you."

"But it's true. I haven't been in a single serious relationship. The longest one lasted six months, and they always leave me. They say I'm complicated, too hard to read. Too hard to connect to. And it's true. I'm a basket case."

"You're being too hard on yourself, Katy. Don't punish yourself like that. Look, you're working yourself to death and you need to slow down. You need to learn to be happy with yourself. I just can't understand any of this."

"It's easy for you to say. You've got a really cool wife waiting at home for you, and I've got nothing. Nobody. And I'm tired of feeling lonely and I'm tired of feeling sorry for myself. I just need to keep working, that's all that works for me."

"If it makes you feel any better, Zoe and I aren't exactly seeing eye to eye these days." She gestured for him to continue. "I don't know what it is, but she's been very quiet these days. And that's weird. We used to talk about everything."

"Do you think it's about the whole daddy thing?"

"I don't think so. I've sensed it for a while now."

"So what is it?"

He decided to take a seat next to her, having sensed a shift in the tone of the conversation. "I really have no idea. And you know, it might be nothing. Who knows?"

"I know you two will work it out, whatever it is." Her comment sounded very genuine to Neil, so much so that he looked her in the eyes for a few moments.

Then he said, "That's sweet of you to say. Look, I know you'll be fine too. I believe in you, sis, I always have."

"If you say so."

"No, I'm serious. You remember in high school, I used to look up to you. I know you were two grades behind me, but I always thought you were going to go way farther then I ever would. You got all the good grades, brought home all the trophies. You were successful in all the ways I wasn't. You inspired me, and you still do."

"You mean it?"

"Of course. I mean, look at you. You insist on doing all of this on your own. You're so stubborn about it that you're willing to put yourself through hell to do it on your own. And you're not some freshman straight out of high school, you're getting your Master's for fuckssake. You're a Grad student, and you're still making sacrifices. You got balls, sis. I don't just love you, I respect you."

Her face had gone from sullen to positively glowing. He'd meant every word of it, and had no idea that it would do the trick.

But then her face darkened once again, as she said, "I just wish that we... you know..." She hated that he seemed to need it spelled out again, but she did it anyway. "I really miss you, Neil. You don't know how bad I need you in my life. I mean, I make everything work financially and I can get through school just fine. But I'm a mess emotionally, and I really need to. I know what you think already, I'm just being honest. I have to be honest with you."

That familiar pang of guilt arose in him once again, like he couldn't let his sister down. He couldn't tell her no, not again. She was right, at least for now. She did need him.

"I'm not going anywhere, sis. I'll always be here for you."

"You know what I mean. You know how I need you, and it's not halfway. I can't stand thinking about getting by without you, because you've just always been there. I've never had to imagine you not being with me."

"I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything, then."

And he didn't say anything. For a few moments that felt like eternity, their hearts raced. All the cards were on the table, but something was happening under the table. She thought he wanted her, could sense it and feel it. His eyes communicated it, and he didn't look away. He even looked at her body, and she caught him doing it. That was it for her.

She grabbed the side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Then she quickly started rubbing the bulge in his shorts, knowing for certain that he was aroused after all. She was going to have him until he stopped her.

He let her tongue mingle with his, and it kept him from protesting her hand, which was unzipping his shorts with ease. She pulled out his dick and quickly began to give him a hand job. The hand job quickly turned into a blow job, and Neil lacked the willpower to protest.

He re-examined the conversation he just had, or tried to, because he couldn't figure out how it lead to this. He didn't know where he went wrong. Or maybe he was wrong from the start, and this was right. After all, he was the reason she was a mess.

What kind of a brother shows his sister so much love, only to snatch it away? Who would do something like that? Maybe he was being cruel. Maybe she was right.

And it felt so right. She would do anything for him. She was desperate to show him that, and was anxious to give him another orgasm. She would give him a thousand orgasms if she could, and she showed no signs of disinterest. This is what she loved: making her brother happy.

He came, and she drank it merrily.

It was so simple, and he felt so stupid for making it complicated. If she wanted this for him, a whole lifetime of this, he would be stupid to refuse. Who, but Zoe, had ever exem plified this level of devotion? It certainly didn't mean nothing.

She was already looking up at him with the look he'd been dreading right after he came. It said, "Why don't you want this anymore?"

And he honestly didn't know.

*

When he left her apartment, he knew. That was all it took: absence. When she was in his face, he couldn't resist her.

Fuck your sister. Fuck your sister. Fuck your sister.

It repeated, like a mantra his mind had learned over the years. To learn something else would be to reprogram everything. And the image of his sister was stimulus enough. He was always ready to fuck his sister. He knew that now more than ever.

But enough was enough. He couldn't be split anymore. Because the same went for Zoe, the woman he was madly in love with. He could not bear to see his sister suffer without him, but it's what he would have to do. He was too weak, and he had to end it. For Zoe's sake.

So he drove back to her bank with a plan. He decided to give her a distraction, not knowing how it would backfire. He wrote a note and left it on her car, then drove home. When Katy received the note, the game would begin:

"I was very sorry to hear that you fainted, I hope you are ok. I know you haven't heard from me in a while, but I just wanted you to know that I still think about you. You are the most beautiful, amazing, smart and sexy woman I've ever met. I wish I had the courage to tell you this in person, but you are stronger than me. I look up to you, and I look forward to a day when we might be able to get to know each other. Until then, be strong and know that there's a guy who sees how awesome you are."

It was signed "SECRET ADMIRER." Katy giggled when she read the note, and you could say that the distraction worked like a charm.

*

Leaving the note felt like the right thing to do. He was going to move on from his sister, and he was more serious than ever. He realized that breaking up with her was not going to be easy for either of them, but leaving the note was a step in the right direction.

And now, he'd never had more of a desire to go home and fuck Zoe. He would fuck her wherever she was, it didn't matter. He imagined all the places she would be in the house, and the excitement of guessing which room she would be in made him harder than ever. He even texted her to confirm she was home, and that he would be home soon.

But when he got home, he knew something was not right. She didn't answer when he called, but her car was in the driveway. After not finding her downstairs, he went upstairs, prepared for the worst.

But then he heard the sound of music. Pop music, in fact. It wasn't coming from the bedroom, but the room down the hall. The room they were turning into a study.

He figured she didn't hear him because of the music, and that she was probably painting. It let his guard down just when he needed it most, because when he walked in, she was not painting at all. She was Katy.

He thought it actually was Katy at first. She was sitting at a desk that faced away from the door, so he couldn't see her face. She was drawing lines using a T-square, on tracing paper taped to the desk with masking tape. She had converted the room into an architect's office.

But that was only the second thing he noticed. Right away, he noticed that she did not have the familiar long, silky black hair. She now had wavy hair that was dirty blond. She was not dressed in a dress or cute blouse, either, but in a casual lady's T and jeans.

Zoe never wore jeans.

On Zoe, Neil discovered, nothing was sexier than a pair of jeans. It was simple. He could see her right leg from her thigh all the way down, and saw that she was actually sitting with her left leg beneath her, hanging off the side. There was no arm on the chair, just a back.

Her resemblance to Katy was uncanny.

"So, I just decided, to hell with homework. I'm going to take a break and design something of my own. It's a coffee shop. But not one of those stupid, drive-in ones with only one table. It's my dream coffee shop. What do you think?"

She looked up at him, and he was still frozen. She had her speech down pat. The only thing different about her was the skin color, which was slightly darker. That was literally the only thing.

"Come look at it."

He stepped up to the desk and looked at the drawing, and was speechless. She did not just dress herself up to look like Katy, and she did not just practice her speech. She even took the time to figure out how to draw a decent architectural draft of a real coffee shop. He realized how much time she must have spent, as if she was a real actress preparing for a very real role.

He was a slave to everything that followed.

"I was thinking, maybe one day, when I get done with my program and I've had a few years of experience working for a real firm, I could start my own firm and make this one of my pet projects. We could build it together, and run it. What do you think, baby?" As she was speaking, she ran her hand up his shirt and across his chest.

Then she stood up and said, "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Neil. I'm the luckiest girl alive to have a brother like you." Then she slipped her hands out from under his shirt, and started to unbutton it. She pulled it open and caressed his chest once again, smiling up at him. She moved in to kiss him, but waited for him to meet her. She was not going to just kiss him.

It worked, because he leaned in to kiss her back. She slid one hand down and began to unfasten his belt and unzipped his pants without breaking stride. She stepped back, looking happily up at him as she knelt to pull his pants and underwear down.

"Close your eyes," she said, and he obliged. "Neil, I'm so happy to be spending the rest of my life with you. I love you so much, I just want to make you as happy as you make me." She began to rub his penis gently, saying, "I would do anything for you."

The last line was haunting, because she said it exactly how Katy would have said it earlier today. It was not hard to imagine Katy being here, because it was so fresh. He had just resolved himself to put his sexual relationship with Katy out of his mind, and how quickly he was made to fail pained him. But not for long.

"I hope I can make you happy, Brother." Then, he felt the warmth of her lips around him. Right at the moment he had Katy's smiling face in his mind's eye, Zoe's mouth wrapped around him lovingly.

She continued for a bit, and Neil was surprised to find he hadn't come immediately. So instead, she stood up and unzipped her own pants -- her jeans -- and pulled them down and kicked them off. She stood with her underwear and T-shirt on, then turned to lean forward on the desk. She bent over to rest on her elbows, leaving her butt to stick out.

Neil positioned himself behind her, again stunned by her likeness to Katy. He was even sure he'd seen Katy wearing panties just like the ones she had on now, and wondered if Zoe had actually gone to such a length as to steal his sister's actual underwear. And the thought that Zoe was wearing Katy's underwear struck him as highly erotic.

He was caressing her rear when he decided to take her panties off. He quickly pulled them down and put his penis up to her crotch until he felt the very moist opening of her pussy. He slid it in with ease, and was all the way in at once. Then, he just started fucking her.

He used the desk for support so he could fuck her fast and deep without stopping. "Oh Neil..." she was saying. He was never more thrilled with the idea of coming inside Katy as he was at that moment, because there was nothing to worry about. It was Zoe who was actually going to receive it. It was a strange paradox.

He had already come once, earlier, so he was able to maintain fucking her for a good several minutes. They were both sweating as the early September breeze drifted in to cool them off. He repositioned only slightly to get deeper, and when he started again he did not stop. He was prepared to fuck her right, and the sweat began to drip off his forehead.

He felt under her shirt for her tits, and he fondled them while he continued to fuck her. Zoe started to cry out so desperately, she was not even able to maintain being Katy any longer. Her cries did not sound like Katy, they sounded like Zoe. And that was the hottest thing of all to hear, he discovered. There was no sound sweeter to his ears than the sound of his Zoe coming.

She was grabbing at the table's edge for strength, but to no avail. She could not take being fucked while she was coming. He did not want to let up. Did not want to let her catch a breath. Her screams were now stunted, intermittent yelps. He felt her muscles tense up around his dick the whole time, but he continued to fuck her.

He continued until he came himself into the now-tightened pussy of his beloved. She was relieved when it ended, as she could finally breath. He let out a long grunt as the last of his come poured into her.

He held her hips in his hands afterward, while she just stayed with her head resting on her arm at the desk.

Finally, he pulled himself out and she sat down at the chair. It was strange for Neil to see Zoe sitting in the chair with a lady's T and no underwear, but stranger to see her in a wig. She pulled the wig off and released her own hair from its tie, then fluffed it out. She then sat back and spun around to face him, looking both amazed and tired. She ran her fingers through her hair, then slapped her hands back down on her legs, a grin forming on her face.

Neil was still awestruck. She had just taken their role-playing to the next level, and she knew it damn well. She was looking pretty proud. So proud, in fact, that after a few minutes of silence, waiting for him to say something, she got up to leave. She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek sweetly, giggled, and then walked out.

The wig, the drafting table and the panties were all still there. He didn't just dream this. His wife was freakier than he knew, and he loved it. But he loved it for all the wrong reasons.

*

"Is Neil with you? He's not answering his phone and I'm trying to get a hold of him."

It was rare for Zoe to hear Katy's voice, even if she had it memorized and could reproduce it on demand. "He isn't," she said. "He's working late at the office tonight. Should I have him call you when I see him?"

"Oh no, nevermind then. I have an extra ticket to see Cake and it starts in like an hour. I know he really likes..."

"Cake! Oh man, I'm so jealous. I always miss them when they come."

"You like Cake? I always took you for the Leonard Cohen, artsy type."

"That's funny, cuz I like him too. No, I love Cake. 'I Will Survive' -- Best. Cover. Ever."

"Right?"

"Totally."

"Well, you know, you could come if you want to."

"You serious?"

"Why not. I don't think I've ever gotten to hang out with my sister. How soon can you be ready?"




What She Knows



"15 minutes?"

"I'll see you in 15 then."

*

Halfway into the night, Zoe was glad that Neil had to work late. She was loving the show, and it had been a long time since she let herself go. She was a Scotch girl, which Katy found odd.

"Who drinks Scotch at a rock concert anyway," Katy teased.

"Fucking... I do..."

After the show, the two lingered on the streets of downtown. Katy insisted on calling everyone she saw 'friend', while Zoe tried to find a taxi.

"My brutha... let me tell you somethin' Zo... my... Neil... Neil and I... he should have been here."

"For sure."

"He's gone... out of my life... he should be here!"

"It's fine, we'll see him tomorrow. You know, we should do that, all get coffee. He never works on Saturday, so I know..."

"Where is he? My bro. My man. HEY! I know, Ima text him."

"Katy, you're drunk. Maybe you should leave him alone."

It was no use. She texted the words, "I DON'T THINK YOU'RE READY FOR THIS JELLY..." and hit send.

"What did you text him?" Katy giggled and let Zoe take the phone from her. Katy lost interest quickly, turning to someone and saying, "Hey friend!"

"Katy, you didn't really send this to Neil?!"

"Zoe... Zo zo zo... Zoe... that's a cool name. Zoweeee."

Zoe flagged down a taxi as it passed by, and she ushered Katy inside. By pure miracle, she brought Katy home, but struggled to get her to the door.

"Zoe, you are really an awesome person. You're so cool."

Zoe got the door open, and brought her to rest on the air mattress. "Call me in the morning, ok?"

Zoe turned to leave, and Katy grabbed her hand. "Wait."

"What is it?"

"Don't you want to stay, maybe hang out, you know?"

"I don't know, it's late."

"Stay, please. I don't have company, like, ever. And I'm not tired, are you?"

"I guess not."

"Awesome!"

Zoe paid the cabbie and came back inside, closing the door behind her. Katy had gone into the bathroom, and when she emerged, she was completely naked.

"You can help yourself to anything in the fridge." She pulled a beer out of a case in the fridge, then held it out to Zoe. She shrugged and took it, trying to be nonchalant about Katy's nakedness.

"I hope you don't mind, I just, I can't wait to get home sometimes and get out of my clothes. I'd walk around naked all the time if I could."

"It's fine, as long as you don't expect me to do the same."

Zoe made the joke to lighten her own tension, but then Katy responded with, "But I wouldn't mind if you did."

She couldn't tell if Katy was teasing her or challenging her. She suddenly felt very defensive, and changed the subject. "So how's school?"

"A bore. It is what it is. Are you gonna drink that?"

In her tension, Zoe had forgotten to open her beer. She popped it open and took a sip, while Katy studied her. She was grinning.

"You really are adorable, Zoe. I see what he sees in you."

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"I don't know. There's this weird... corruptible innocence to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know. Like you're just waiting for him to... corrupt you. I don't know. I'm drunk, don't listen to me."

"No, I'm interested. Keep going."

"Oh, it's just me, more than anything. I haven't been laid in... gosh, too long."

"What's that have to do with me and my corruptible innocence?"

"You're corruptible what?"

"Corruptible innocence."

"I don't even know what that is."

"You said it, not me."

"What kind of sex do you have?"

Zoe's jaw practically dropped to the floor. She hadn't expected her to be so blunt. And she may have been a good actress, but when she's had a few drinks with her sister, she was not the best of liars.

"I don't know... normal, I guess?"

"Normal? Like, missionary?"

"Are you seriously asking me to talk about sex with Neil? But... he's your brother."

"He's a guy. I'm not asking cuz I wanna fuck him. I'm just curious. Or do you not feel comfortable? It's cool, we'll change the subject. I'll tell you about school. The only class I really don't care for..."

"No, it's fine. If you want to know the truth, ask me anything you want."

"You mean it?"

"Absolutely. Throw caution to the wind."

"So... it's not really 'normal' is it?"

"No. Far from it."

"So what do you do? Is it like some fucked up BDSM stuff? Does he tie you up and stuff?"

"No, of course not."

"Oh, I see. You like to be in control. Have you ever tied him up before?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"I knew it!"

"It's not what you think, though."

"Tell me more." Katy was rapt in awe.

"Well, we like to role play."

"No."

"Yeah."

"What, like playing doctor? Playing teacher? That kinda stuff?"

"Yeah."

"That's pretty fuckin' hot. So when did you start doing that?"

"Just before we got married. I was in his office one night picking him up from work and he started calling me 'secretary' and I played along with it. I have a natural talent for it, as it turns out. He fucked me right in his office on his desk. He said it was the moment he knew he was meant to marry me."

"That's so sweet... and hot. Man, my brother kicks ass, doesn't he?"

"He really does."

"You're so lucky to have him."

"I am."

"You know, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm kinda jealous of you. Well, I'm jealous of Neil, too, actually."

"Why are you jealous of Neil?"

"Because he fucks you. With you. Because he's with someone like you. Sorry. Wow. That all came out wrong, disregard that. He's with you, and that's really coolbeans because... you're cool. That's... see what I mean?"

Zoe had turned to look the other way. She wasn't entirely sure what Katy was getting at, but she had no idea how to respond.

"Don't leave me hanging," Katy continued.

"It's ok. You probably just mean that Neil and I have a good relationship, and that you are jealous of that."

"Exactly. Couldn't have said it better if I was sober."

"It's ok."

"So, what's the kinkiest thing you guys have ever role-played?"

"I don't know if I should really be saying any of this to you. I mean, you're his sister. It's kind of weird, isn't it?"

"I don't think so. He and I were pretty close growing up."

"How close?"

"Well... did he ever tell you that he walked in on me naked?"

"No, but I'm not surprised."

"I was masturbating, and I had headphones on so I didn't hear him. He just stood their staring at me until I caught him."

"Wow, that is surprising." She did not sound convincing at all.

Then Katy's attention on Zoe narrowed, as she leaned forward and asked, "have you ever played me in bed?"

Zoe hesitated an instant too long, so when she said, "No," it was a dead giveaway.

"You have!"

"No, I haven't. That's the truth."

"That's so hot."

Zoe was speechless yet again. She now felt like she knew too much. She did not want to be having this conversation with Katy anymore, yet she didn't protest.

"If you tell Neil I told you, I will kill you. I'm not kidding."

Katy was now full of glee and pride. And she was also curious. "Give me details, I want to know more."

"He closes his eyes and I talk like I'm you confessing your desire for him."

"Amazing." Katy was still in awe, but then her face became serious. "Would you role play with me?"

"Seriously? Right now?"

"Yes."

Zoe said nothing at first, becoming immediately nervous. "I don't know..."

"Why not?"

"Well Neil..."

"He doesn't have to know. And besides, he's not gonna care if you fool around with another girl."

"But you're his sister."

"So? Come on. I really want to."

"Who would I be?"

"Do you rememeber my friend Megan? She was in my sorority, you met her when you and Neil helped me move last year?"

"Yeah I remember her."

"Could you do her?"

Zoe sat and tried to think about everything he remembered about her. She stood out to Zoe at the time, because she was not at all the stereotypical sorority girl. She actually was quite nerdy, and even wore dark-rimmed glasses and spoke in a very raspy, monotone voice like Velma from Scooby-Doo. Actually, Velma would have been an easier character to play.

"Crap, I have prop glasses at home, too."

"I have reading glasses." She reached into her purse and pulled out her case of glasses, but closed them again. "I have better ones. Hold on a sec."

Zoe was actually started to get excited, seeing how much Katy was getting into it. Katy was right, they would just fool around. No biggie. This would be fun.

"Aha!"

She found the perfect pair. Zoe set her beer down and put the glasses on. She thought about a topic at random -- bottle rockets -- and just started talking in a voice she drew from memory. She adjusted it only once before Katy found it to be perfect.

Zoe even got Megan's body language and mannerisms down perfectly, like how she does hand gestures in a very stilted, brick-like way. Her joints were fluid, but her limbs were stiff and robotic. When she shifted her body, it settled into the new position quickly and stayed there. But still seemed so natural, like she had gotten into Megan's skin, or like she was wearing a Megan suit.

She even kept her composure, not laughing at all, even while Katy giggled away, even placing a hand over her gaping mouth. She could not believe her eyes.

"You didn't come with us, you boob. Not smart of you, little one. No sir-ee..."

Katy jumped in, "You know I wanted to, Megan, but..."

"Buuut what? Well, I'm goin' again. Just me, though. Just little ol' me."

"I'd like to go with you."

"Well thanks for the ride. You wanna come in for a bit?"

"Sure."

Zoe got up and went to the kitchen. "I don't have much, but I do have a PBR with your name on it."

"Ok."

Zoe came back and sat down next to Katy, who began, "This is the first time you've ever shown me your new place. You know I've missed you."

"Sisters til the end, right?"

"I think of you as more than a sister, Megan." Katy put her hand on Zoe's inner thigh and waited for a response.

"Really?"

"Yes. I've always kinda liked you." She slid her hand to Zoe's crotch, and Zoe started to get excited. She smiled, looking at Katy.

"Well don't just start groping me. Kiss me Katy."

And Katy did exactly that. She pulled Zoe's dress up and over her head, then continued kissing her some more.

Zoe unfastened her own bra, but let Katy remove it. Katy lead Zoe to lay on her back, and brought her lips to one of Zoe's nipples. She ran her hand down between Zoe's legs, where she began rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Katy, I had no idea. All you had to do was ask."

Katy sat up and quickly pulled off Zoe's panties, and at once found her head between her legs. She started licking Zoe's pussy until she responded by writhing.

Then Katy spun her body around, so that they were 69ing. She went back to eating Zoe's pussy, while lowering her own pussy until she felt it touch Zoe's lips. Her tongue came out and slid into her, and Katy moaned.

It was a new experience for both of them, but neither would have thought so. Katy had enough after a couple of minutes, so she repositioned so that her legs went between Zoe. Katy brought her pussy to meet Zoe's, and they began to scissor, slowly at first.

The feeling was unlike any they had every felt. Katy was not even thinking about Megan anymore. All she could think now was how she was having sex with her brother's wife. She had no idea why she wanted this, but it felt incredible.

Maybe she wanted to know what Zoe felt. Maybe she wanted to know what Neil felt when he fucked his wife. Or maybe this was the next best thing to fucking her brother. She missed him too damn much, and if she couldn't have him, she would have his wife instead.

But it was none of those. In the end, she really just had the hots for Zoe. She was incredible to fuck because she seemed to know just what to say to turn a person on. Katy had never wanted to fuck another woman more than Zoe, and now it was happening.

Both women were crying out, and when Zoe started to come, Katy began to rub her body against Zoe's much more quickly, and without breaking rhythm. As a result, Katy started to come with her. She was able to bring Zoe's face close to hers so that as she came, they kissed.

Zoe had no idea what she'd just done. One thing lead to another for her, and though it felt incredible, she became even more worried about what it might mean for her as a person.

What did it mean that she was so good at being anyone a person wanted her to be? Would anyone want the real Zoe?

She took a bath afterwards with Katy, and the two said very little else to each other. Zoe didn't know that Katy had no interest in fucking an old girlfriend named Megan, but it would have been nice to know. It was fun, but Zoe was Katy's real prize. She didn't have to feel useless and unwanted anymore. Not as long as she could make Zoe as wet as she made Katy.

*

The final chapter happened the following night. It was a Saturday, and Zoe had errands to run. She was gone most of the day, and just in time for Neil to get a message he'd been expecting via Skype.

It was Katy. Except, she didn't know it was Neil she was talking to.

She'd found a way to communicate to her secret admirer that she wanted to talk to him. Through a series of letters that were NOT addressed to her brother, her secret admirer agreed to a little Skype chat. It was only a matter of coincidence that Zoe was out of the house for the day.

He typed "hello" into the chat window, and she responded with, "Let's talk."

"No," he responded. "You'll know who I am right away, and I'm just not ready to reveal myself yet."

"Fine, but I'm calling you anyway. Talk if you want."

A phone call came through the screen, and Neil froze. He couldn't let her know that it was him, or she might be devastated.

Through the notes, he gathered that they were actually helping her. And she did seem noticeably happier whenever he saw her. But if that was because of this whole scam he was playing, he couldn't let her know.

When he didn't accept the call, she called again, typing, "PICK UP."

He picked up. "That's more like it," she said. Her voice was crystal clear, and he was turned on a bit just to hear it.

But then something happened he did not expect. Her webcam came on, and he saw her plain as day.

She looked happy for once. "Ok, Mr. Man of Mystery. I thought I would give you a little incentive to show yourself."

She took off her shirt and then unfastened her bra, but didn't remove it. "Talk to me, and I'll keep going."

Neil was really surprised. Despite his relationship with her, he didn't expect that his own sister would be this easy. "Come on, it's really easy. Just say hello. One word. 'Helllloooow' You can say it."

She toyed with the bra, but Neil said nothing. Finally, she just said, "Oh fuck it," and dropped the bra.

Neil typed, "You're making this too easy."

"I'm just trying to have a little fun. Just tell me who you are, I won't get mad or anything. I don't even care at this point, I just want to know. Do you want me to take the rest off? Will that do it?"

Neil said nothing.

"I'm gonna need something, come on."

Neil typed, "Take the rest off and we'll see." What started as a simple attempt to help his sister get over him more quickly had now turned into yet another sex game.

"If you say so, Mister."

She stood up and backed away so that the webcam got her from the neck down to her knees. She was wearing cotton shorts, which she slid down quickly. Standing there, she said, "You can't still be shy. Come on, I'm not asking you to whip yours out, just say something."

"Touch yourself," Neil typed.

"Wow, you're not going to do it? Will you speak if I do it? Because I'm drawing the line. I gotta get something."

"Come for me, and I will tell you who I am."

"That's more like it." She put one leg up on a chair in front of the computer, so that the camera got a closeup of her rubbing herself. She started to moan, and very quickly began to cry out.

But Neil typed, "You are faking. You need to really come."

"Sorry! It's not that easy when you're puttin' on a show for a guy who won't talk. Just say something, maybe that will help."

"Sorry," he typed.

"If you want me to really come, I'm going to have to think about someone else. Someone I used to know. I hope that's ok."

"Of course," he typed.

She placed her hand on her thigh for almost a minute, saying nothing. Then, she slowly slid her hand in to begin rubbing herself again. This time, her moans were organic and very sensual.

She fingered herself and began to get louder. "Ooh, yeah..." Her movements became more deliberate, and she started speaking. "Oh, Neil. Baby, just like that. Ooh, that's it..."

Neil was getting hard, and considered pulling his dick out and rubbing it, but had a better idea in mind.

She started to cry out more regularly, as she was close to orgasm. Then, she started to come and Neil began to speak into the microphone loudly, "That's it, Katy. Come for me. Come for your brother..."

She froze, but not out of fear. The orgasm was too intense that she stopped herself. Then a once silent orgasm was cut with a scream. Neil watched the come drip out of his sister's pussy, six inches from the screen.

When it was done, she sat down and looked into the screen. She just grinned for several minutes before saying, "You really got me good."

"I did, huh?"

"No, here's the thing. I knew the whole time that you were sending me those notes. I figured this was some weird sex thing after you gave me a skype contact."

"I really had nothing in mind, I was just making it up as I went along."

"Well in any case, I knew it was you. I hope you don't think your own sister would do that someone they've never met. But I did NOT expect you to do that! I mean, what the fuck, Neil?!"

Neil started laughing. This was all just too much fun. He wanted to keep it all going, and as if reading his mind, she said, "You should be here right now, fucking me. You know that, don't you?"

"Katy..."

"Don't give me that. What was all this, if not some veiled attempt to keep me in your life as a fuck buddy?"

"That's not why this started. You seemed really down about your dating luck, and I thought I'd give you a little ego boost. That's all."

"Neil, get your butt over here. Stop kidding yourself like you don't wanna just fuck me right now. And after making me so horny for you."

"Ok, but you asked for it."

*

They wasted no time at all. She was already naked, and moments later, so was he. They fucked like the animals they were. She'd never wanted it so rough, and neither did he. She'd called his bluff, called him out for sure. She'd been playing along like she would understand if he had doubts. But not anymore. It was time for her brother to fuck her with all he had. They came together in minutes.

Five minutes after that, they began fucking again. This time, he lay with his legs over the side of the mattress, and she sat on top of him facing away from him. He supported her as she moved up and down on his cock with urgency. His hands reached up to fondle her breasts, and he pulled her back. She slid up and down his body, in and out he went.

Then, she turned to face him and he sat up to face her. She wrapped her legs around him and gripped his member with her muscles. She fucked him like she'd never fucked him before. Not knowing if this was the last time or not, and not caring how careless or silly they looked.

"Oh Katy, you're gonna make me come again."

"Go ahead," she said, breathing heavily. "What are sisters for?" As she said this, she was gripping his penis even more with the walls of her pussy. "Anything for my brother," she added, cupping his face in her hands. She felt him coming, then kissed him passionately. She separated for a split second to say, "That's it," and slowed to let it pour into her.




What She Knows



"I love you, Neil."

"And I love you."

*

When Zoe came home to the sounds of fucking, she thought the day had finally come. The day she had been dreading, when she would finally catch Neil in bed with another woman that she didn't know about.

They didn't exactly have an open relationship. It was exclusive. She was his wife, after all. But they made exceptions, within certain rules. They had a threesome once, which turned out fairly well.

But she was not prepared for what she found.

She entered the study, and at first thought that the fucking was coming from a porn video that was playing on the screen. She would have been relieved if it had in fact been porn, but then she looked closer and realized that it was Katy, and that it was not a tape. It was live.

She had no idea why she was seeing any of this. Katy was facing the camera and away from the man she was riding, so she didn't know that it was Neil.

Zoe's first assumption was that he was spying on his sister and she didn't know it. She thought that Katy was the unsuspecting victim of a perverted, voyeuristic brother who snuck a camera into her apartment to watch her have sex with other men.

But then she remembered having sex with Katy. He would have been able to watch that, too. And the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it again. She was starting to get turned on by watching Katy fuck this stranger.

After all, she seemed to be really into it. Like, insanely into it. It was enough to make Zoe's hand drift downward and between her legs. She slid it up her skirt and into her panties. She hardly realized she was doing it.

But just as she started to rub herself, Katy turned, and the Mystery Man sat up to face her. When she saw that it was Neil, she froze immediately. She felt instantly like she had sunk several levels into depravity. She was watching something that should not be happening. She could hardly make sense of it.

She knew he fantasized about fucking Katy, and even wondered if he would, if given the chance. But Katy?

Then, it all made sense. The long hikes every year. Why the best fucking he ever did with Zoe was when she was pretending to be Katy. It all made a horrifyingly sick sense.

But she could not stop watching them. "Oh Katy, you're going to make me come..." he was saying to her.

"Go ahead. What are sisters for?"

Zoe could not believe what she was hearing. It was dirtier than anything she could have ever imagined.

But it was still... really, really hot.

She had to admit, this thing was making her really horny for reasons she couldn't explain. Her hand was still in her panties, and she began to rub herself again.

"That's it," Katy was saying to her brother while he came inside her. Zoe was too late to come with them, but had to keep masturbating anyway. She had to.

That is until she heard them say 'I love you' to each other. It was no longer a carnal sex act, but something else.

Every fear she'd had was realized. She collapsed onto the desk, and without even understanding why, she began to cry.

*

Neil's words felt hollow, and he felt like a charlatan. He just told his sister he loved her, and he even let her interpret that in a way he knew was wrong. Of course he loved her, but not like she wanted. Not like she loved him. That ended for him, and this was sure to be the last session between his sister and himself. He knew that now.

The 'L' word was now something he associated with Zoe only. And that was final. He knew it.

He guided Katy off of him and stood up from the bed. She looked at him as if to ask what was suddenly so wrong, then suddenly they both noticed a sound. It was sniffling, like someone was crying. They looked to see that it was coming from the computer, because to their great horror, they saw the green light on the webcam.

Katy rushed to her laptop and closed it instantly. She looked up at Neil with apologetic eyes. "Neil, I'm so sorry. I've never used the cam, I completely forgot I left it on. I'm so sorry."

"She's seen us. Oh God. And like this?"

"Tell me what to do."

Neil said, matter-of-factly, "One thing is clear to me now, I've been an idiot. What was I thinking? I'm sorry, Katy. You have to understand..." His eyes started to water as he spoke. This really was the end. "You have to know how much I care about you and how much I want you, and how much I will always want you. But I'm with Zoe now, and now I'm afraid I'll never see her again. I love her to death, and I just fucked it up."

"Go to her, Neil."

"I will. But Katy..." he said, walking up to meet her, taking her hand. "I hope you'll understand. This is for good, this time."

Tears formed in her eyes as he spoke, and she responded, "don't say anything else. I understand."

He took her in his arms, and she cried into his chest. She didn't believe the words she was saying, but forced herself to say them. Maybe it would help her lie to herself if she just said the words. Maybe if she did that, she wouldn't become desperate for him. She'd dreaded this day, when she would be with him like this no longer. And at a time when it seemed they were bound together more fatefully than ever. She was losing the best thing that ever happened to her.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled her back from his soaking shirt and wiped her cheeks dry with his fingers. He tried to think of something to say that would not feel like daggers to her heart, but could think of nothing. So he just kissed her one last time. Then he hugged her again, this time for his sake. He would miss her, but the only thing that would hurt worse would be to lose Zoe.

He left Katy alone, and drove home.

*

He passed through a late-summer monsoon on his way home, and prayed to the unnamed forces of the universe not to get into an accident. Nothing has ever mattered more to him in his entire life than getting to Zoe and pleading with all the indignity he's ever felt in his life.

When he finally got home, he threw open the front door and didn't bother to close it. He raced upstairs and into the study, where he found Zoe sitting on the floor with her knees up to her chest. She looked like she had been crying the whole time, and she had the weathered look of someone helpless and abandoned.

"Zoe, I wanted to tell you so many times, but I just didn't know how."

Neil became very confused, because she didn't seem to be mad at him, or disgusted. She was upset, and to a degree he'd never ever seen, but he honestly had no idea why.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be mad."

"I was at first," she said. "But then, it just made so much sense that I didn't care anymore."

"What are you saying?"

She sniffled again and rubbed her eyes. She looked up at him, almost like she was ashamed of something. Then she said, "What's weird is... I don't care that you had sex with your sister. I can't say I was shocked by it, even. And it doesn't even bother me that you had sex with another woman. I mean, I know it's your sister, but still..."

"My sister is the only woman I've been with since we married... since we started dating, even."

"A what's strange is... I believe that."

"So what's the problem?"

"I just thought... with all the women you fantasize about being with... you seemed to want them more than me. Like, you don't want me. It hurts, because I don't blame you. I don't blame you at all. I'm way more interesting to you when I'm someone else. But I'm boring when I'm just being me."

"Honey..." Neil started, sitting down on the ground next to her. "Is that what this is all about?"

"Well it's true, isn't it? I mean, you've never fucked me like you fucked me the other day. I pulled out all the stops to transform into Katy, and you've never gone crazier for me. That's what it takes."

"Zoe, let me explain something to you. I'm madly in love with you, and I have been for three years now. And whatever we can say about the experimenting we've done, whether it's helped us or not, I've never been more into you than I am at this moment. And it's not the waitress, or the teacher, or the secretary. It's you, Zoe."

"But there is no me. You fell in love with a mannequin that changes costumes, not a woman."

"You took me to swing dance class on our second date, you remember that? How I embarrassed myself the whole night, and we both decided I should never come back?" She smiled but only slightly. "Then you took me to fifties night on our fourth date?"

"After you tried to take me horseback riding on our third date, but you didn't know that I'm like deathly afraid of horses..."

"You showed me the hand jive, and introduced me to malt shakes. You took me to an art gallery and were the first person I can remember who has ever been able to communicate why art matters, and why a simple still life can move you to tears. That's beautiful shit, Zee. That's the woman I fell in love with. That's the woman I'm crazy about. And it's you. Every square inch of it is you."

"So why don't you make love to me like you do when I'm being Katy?"

"When you are being Katy, it reinforces for me that I'm with the most amazing woman on the planet. Because if I just had Katy, the thrill of having sex with my sister would get old. That's the only thrill I would have, which means in the end, you are the most interesting person I know. Even without all the characters. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want you to be the mother of my children."

"You mean it? You want to have a baby?"

"I've never wanted it more."

She threw her body into his and kissed him. "I want you, Neil."

He stood up and pushed the chair aside. He threw the drafting papers aside and lifted her onto the desk. He reached under her dress and pulled her panties off quickly, then removed his own pants and underwear. He spread her legs apart, still kissing her dearly.

He didn't bother taking the rest of his clothes off, and he didn't bother with her dress either, because in mere seconds he guided the tip of his penis to the pussy he'd come to know so well. He wanted to know her better than he'd ever known her before, and he would. He started fucking her instantly, and they looked lovingly into each other's eyes.

He lifted her legs up and apart and felt himself going deeper into his wife than he'd probably ever been. This incredible woman who was waiting to bear him a child was waiting for him to come, and was near to coming herself. "Don't stop..." she cried. "I want to have your baby. Come for me. Don't stop..."

He went deeper each time, and kept his rhythm steady. He felt her coming, and so he sped up. He did not let up, letting her wrap her legs around his neck. Each thrust pulled almost all the way out, and all the way back in again, and she gripped the back of his neck tightly as he did. She was gripping his member tighter than ever as she felt him coming into her at last.

"Yes..."

The woman of his dreams, the one he would die for, was being filled with his seed. She looked at him with tremendous gratitude as she felt it pour into her. Before he finished, he leaned in to kiss her again, not stopping until his orgasm was over.

Then he kissed her cheek and neck and all over her body, which made her giggle. She sat up and dropped her legs over the side of the desk, and he stood between them, drawing her closer to him. "I love you to pieces," he said to her.

She smiled and leaned the side of her head against his chest. "It would take a lot more than a fantasy to lose me." She looked up at him and said, "In case you hadn't realized it, I'm crazy about you, too."