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Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 01

By: slim_odds2



It was dark. Pitch black actually, except for a few dim halogen lights spread across the abandoned construction site in what Jake suspected was the most token of security efforts. Jake walked slowly past tarp-covered building supplies and stacks of concrete rebar, his flashlight shining weakly; it did more to mark him a target than cast any useful light, but he left it on anyway. He suspected it didn't matter either way; his sister Megan was going to kill him.

Jake stepped carefully into a huge half-finished building, his shotgun sweeping from left to right as he walked from one empty room to the next. He wondered what the building might become. A hotel maybe, or an office building. Or a morgue with really good parking, he thought in a detached way.

Fortunately, Jake wasn't alone in the dark. His youngest sister Natalie and two strangers they met earlier that evening were with him. As the group moved down a corridor they became bunched up together, too close. We're one big fat target, Jake realized. He began to say something, when suddenly he was being strangled from above by a lasso-like tongue. Megan, he knew at once. A horde of zombies collapsed in on him from all directions as his body dangled. Well doesn't this just add insult to injury. As for his companions, well...

As he died, Jake watched Natalie spray desperate Uzi fire into the frenzied undead to little effect. One of their companions ran in wild panicked circles screaming obscenities, and the second disappeared abruptly as he quit the game in apparent frustration. And that, as they say, is that. Jake slumped away from his computer monitor, sighing as he heard Megan crow in victory from her bedroom. "Jerk!" he called in good-humored aggravation.

Left 4 Dead was the game of choice that night for the three James siblings: Jake, Megan, and Natalie. On their respective computers in their respective bedrooms, they played alternately as human and zombie while doing their best to kill one another turn after turn. The two random online strangers had been a last-minute addition to Jake's team to try and balance against Megan's uncanny talent. Waste of time, he thought to himself as he pushed back from his desk, stood, and walked the short distance to Megan's adjacent room.

As Jake rounded the corner, Megan swiveled her computer chair around to face him. At twenty-two years old, she was undeniably beautiful. Barely five foot three and 105 pounds, Megan's slim athletic figure was showcased in the simple undersized black t-shirt and long gray track pants she wore that night. Her brown hair fell straight to her collarbone in stylized layers that seemed to point directly at her small firm breasts. Megan's green-brown eyes shone brightly -- they were always alert.

"Since when am I a jerk?" asked Megan.

"Since you murdered me ten seconds ago," replied Jake unseriously. Jake was suddenly and uncomfortably aware of her wry half-smile, a signature grin that he loved in ways he hated to admit. It was accented by a silver stud that pierced her face on a diagonal between the outside corner of one lip and the tip of her lightly-freckled nose. They call it a "Monroe," Jake remembered, as in Marilyn.

Megan extended one toe to the floor and rotated her chair gently from side to side. "It's not murder if it's zombies, you jackass," she said with her grin. "And besides, why would I want to murder my favorite brother?"

"Your only brother, and don't change the subject. Next time I'm going to shoot your zombie butt off with my 12-gauge," Jake promised.

"Not if I fucking choke you to death first," Megan replied sweetly. "What you need is a plan."

"A plan?"

Megan nodded. "Yep. A plan to stop sucking so bad."

Jake rolled his eyes and began to frame a reply until he heard the patio door open and slam shut; Natalie was undoubtedly going outside to salve her wounded pride with a post-game cigarette. "How 'bout a smoke?" Jake suggested instead. Megan nodded and reached to grab her pack of Camels and a flat black Zippo lighter. She unfolded gracefully from her chair and breezed past Jake, reaching up to briefly scratch him behind one ear as she did. Jake loved it when she did that. Jake loved it when she did anything.

Walking outside, Jake was briefly night-blind and had to navigate around patio furniture by memory. He stubbed his toe on a lounge chair and cursed softly. Megan laughed and took him by the hand. "This way, smart guy," she teased as she led him. Her touch was very warm.

They made their way past the swimming pool to the far side of the house where Natalie stood buried in her cellphone, smoking the Marlboros Jake and Megan both hated. The youngest of the three, Natalie was nineteen years old, soft where Megan was firm, and unfailingly kind. Her large breasts stood out on her short frame, and her blonde hair was typically swept up into some fashionable approximation of a ponytail. Natalie's large sapphire eyes were warm and guileless. For the hundredth time Jake reflected that although he loved her, it was nothing like how he loved Megan.

Jake heard the metallic ping of Megan's Zippo as she lit up. He admired how her cigarette's ember lit up the features of her face until he caught himself staring. Jake chided himself silently for failing -- once again -- to keep his emotions under the complete control he sought to have. He listened to the night air pass through hidden trees as he smoked, waiting patiently for either Natalie or the sister he loved with too much of his heart to say something.

"Zombie assassin," grumbled Natalie without looking up from her text messaging.

Megan chuckled. "Not my fault you guys can't cover a flank to save... well, to save your lives." Natalie's phone buzzed, and she grimaced at once. Megan's eyes flicked to Jake, who nodded in unspoken agreement.

Yup. It's Dan.

"Your dickhead boyfriend?" Megan asked, knowing the answer.

"Not anymore," Natalie replied. "I'm tired of his shit." She looked up at Jake. "And don't you say anything."

"Like what?" Jake asked innocently.

Natalie snorted. "Like 'do you actually fuckin' mean it this time,' or 'fuckin' finally,' or 'I fuckin' told you so.'"

"We both told you so," Megan muttered.

Natalie ignored her. "Or 'fuck-ity fuck fuck FUCK that guy.'"

"I only said that one once!" Jake said, fighting back laughter.

"Twice. I can count."

"Has anyone ever mentioned how ridiculous you sound when you swear?" Jake asked seriously. "It's like listening to Minnie Mouse --"

"- I do NOT sound like Minnie Mouse!"

"It's like listening to Minnie Mouse drop the F-bomb. You just do it too cute."

Megan nodded gravely. "He's right, you know. You're just too goddamn Disney for your own good."

Natalie rolled her blue eyes. "Anyway, fuck him." She flicked her cigarette into the dirt. "I'm d-o-n-e."

Megan raised her arms over her head triumphantly, exposing a flat stomach for Jake to not look at. "Cue the 'Hallelujah' chorus!"

Jake laughed. "No, the 1812 Overture. We need some celebratory cannon fire."

With a sigh, Natalie began to walk toward the house. "I'm going inside. See you nerds later."

After a long pause, Megan slowly smiled. "So hey," she called after Natalie, "want to celebrate with some post-boyfriend dildo shopping?"

Jake groaned. I am not going to picture Megan with a dildo, he commanded himself. "Sisters aren't supposed to talk about that around their brothers," he complained.

"Like I care. Come on Nat, whaddya say?"

"No thanks, sis," Natalie said primly. "Fingers are better." Without another word, she stepped through the door and into the house.

Megan whirled around to Jake in open-mouthed surprise. "Did she just say that?"

Jake was equally stunned. "Good Lord. What happened to sweet, innocent Natalie?"

"Long gone, I guess," Megan said with a shrug. She gave Jake a long look, her eyes sparkling. "She's right you know."

Jake groaned again. This is not helping.

Megan grinned her grin. "Just giving you a hard time, big bro." Then, Jake watched her face soften into something he had never seen before; some hidden, private face she never showed him. She looked vulnerable, she looked...

...Is she scared?

"You know, you're a great brother." Megan said softly. "I mean it. You spend time with us, you don't freak out when we joke about dildos, and you care about who we date."

Jake didn't know what to say, so he said nothing.

Megan continued, "It's like you see us as real people, not just your sisters. We're not just your biological roommates, it's like... fuck, I don't know." She lit another cigarette, and Jake saw her hands were shaking. "It's nice to know you give a shit, that's all."

"Megan," Jake said slowly, carefully, "you're my best friend. You know that, right?"

"Yeah?" she half-whispered, locking eyes with him.

"Of course you are. I love the time we spend together. Being together. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"Me neither." Megan sounded relieved. "Thanks for seeing me as... as a whole person." She leaned in for a long hug, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face into his chest.

Jake waited sadly for it to end; it was always a bittersweet thing when his sister embraced him. So, he waited. And waited. And...waited...

Finally, Megan said, "We can be honest with each other, right?" After a moment, she giggled. "I can hear your heartbeat speeding up. What, you think I'm going to ask what you keep at the bottom of your sock drawer?"

That's the last thing I'm worried about, believe me. Jake licked his dry lips. "We can be honest with each other, sure."

"Totally honest?"

Oh God. "Yeah."

Megan sighed. "Well, for my first bit of total honesty... I like it when you hug me. I feel safe." She paused. "Is that..."

"Me too," Jake said before he could stop himself. "I mean, I don't mind it. It's fine. We're cool." He winced. Real smooth.

Megan laughed, pulling back from their embrace. "Glad I leave you tongue-tied." She winked.

I could faint right now if I tried. "Very funny. Now how about a re-match, you heartless undead bitch?"

"Game on, asshole. Just remember, we've got to be at work tomorrow morning early. Plus, we're going on the road trip soon, remember?"

He did. Spring Break was coming, and he and Megan were celebrating with a road trip they had talked about for the better part of a year. Unlike Jake and Megan, Natalie had classes that week and their parents had decided it was a sort of adult rite of passage.

In two days, it would be just the two of them.

*****

According to his alarm clock, it was 4:59 AM when Jake awoke on his own. He was briefly annoyed by the single minute of stolen slumber. He flicked the alarm switch off with a fingernail before the damn thing could scream at him. Way too early for a Saturday morning. But, people love their coffee.

Jake was a manager at the local coffee shop, working to support his way through college. As manager, he could hire and schedule whoever he wanted whenever he wanted; Megan and he almost invariably worked together. With a yawn, Jake rolled out of bed and headed to Megan's room to wake her.

He didn't bother to knock on the door; it was their morning routine. "Hey. Jerkface. Time to get up and deal some drugs."

Megan chuckled, nearly invisible beneath her pile of blankets. "Yeah, we're practically the Escobar cartel slingin' caffeine like we do." She sighed. "I can't go today. I'm sick."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Really. And what is it that you have this time?"

"Think of something good for me."

He laughed. "Alright, how about explosive diarrhea?"

"Ew, no. Um... how about flesh-eating beetles?"

"Nice try, but that's more of a customs violation than an actual disease."

"What if they ate my flesh?"

"Oh yeah?" Jake said as he crossed the room to her bed. "Prove it!" He began tickling her where her armpits had to be.

"Jake!" she laughed, squirming wildly. "Jake, I -- shit Jake, I'm naked under here!" She sat up suddenly, hands covering her breasts as the blankets draped dangerously low on her waist. Jake shot backwards immediately.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry I had no --" his voice caught in his throat. Sitting there cast in the moonlight, her face hidden in semi-shadow as her hair draped forward, he could still see Megan's perfect, wicked grin.

"Like what you see?" she purred.

"No! I mean, I -- I seriously had no --"

"It's OK, I was kidding you dork. Now go get cleaned up while I make us some eggs."

Jake exhaled heavily, his tension melting away. Gratefully, he headed into the bathroom to wash up. Hair, check. Face... nope, don't need to shave again just yet. Satisfied, he walked to the kitchen where Megan was cooking. Then he saw her.

Maybe I don't need any coffee this morning. Her back turned to him, Megan was wearing one of her simple, small black t-shirts and a very short pair of purple boy-shorts underwear. He slowly sat across from her at the kitchen's bar.

Hearing him enter, Megan turned and said, "I figured over-easy would be... what?" He was staring.

"I... this is return fire for this morning, right?"

"No, why?"

"You're like THIS close to naked."

Megan laughed. "Listen buddy, we're going to be on a road trip staying in the same hotel room for a week. You're going to have to get used to seeing me like this sooner or later, right?" She scratched a breast absently, and Jake could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.

Jake blinked. "Sure, I mean, yeah. That makes sense." He swallowed past a lump in his throat. "Sorry about the staring."

Megan's green eyes gleamed. "It's OK, I take it as a compliment." She waved a spatula at him. "Remember all that last night about you seeing me as more than a biological roommate? Being a whole person? Total honesty? Well, I value your opinion. And that extends to my... my appearance." Without looking, she reached and took the skillet off the burner. "Is that OK?" Her expression shifted again into what he had seen last night, and suddenly all Jake could see was her determination and her fear.

It was all too much: the previous night, the embrace, the innuendo, what she was wearing, what she was saying. All at once, Jake ignored all the barriers he had set up so carefully in his mind for so many years; he spoke with an intensity that startled him. "Megan, as far as I'm concerned you're the most beautiful woman in the world. So if it doesn't bother you, I'll... I'll look."

Megan gave him her special grin. "Good. I'll like it if you do." She took the skillet and dished out eggs onto two plates, setting one in front of Jake and another at a spot next to him. As she sat, she reached up and scratched him behind one ear.

"Total honesty time," Jake said. "I fucking love it when you do that."

Megan laughed. "I'll be sure to do it more often, then." Looking down at her plate, Megan said, "Shit, I forgot forks." She got up again, and walked over to the drawer where the utensils were. She grabbed two, and one slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor. "Shit," she said again, and bent to retrieve it.

As Megan's fingers closed around it she stopped short, glanced over behind her, and saw her brother was staring. Smiling to herself, she dropped the other fork for good measure.

*****

The drive to work took less than five minutes in Jake's Chevy Tahoe. Once inside the shop, Jake filled the espresso hoppers with beans while Megan artfully arranged the morning pastries. Jake took the cash register drawers to the back room to count out change. He welcomed the chance for some privacy and some time to collect his thoughts.

You've gotta ask yourself, Jake, just what the hell has been going on here. For most of his life Jake had felt an attraction to Megan he knew he couldn't have. It was wrong, it was disgusting, it was forbidden for him to want his own sister. Jake had done his research, and as far as he could tell everyone in the world despised the very idea of incest. Well, besides the people who for some reason get off on the idea that someone, somewhere is banging a near relative. Jake snorted; the next man's fetish was his personal hell. Jake had long since accepted this hell as a simple fact of his life, counted himself as defective, and forced himself to block out his feelings to the best of his ability.

Jake filled the change trays slowly, thinking carefully. The important thing is to review the facts. The fact was, Megan was acting very differently. He wanted to believe it meant something, that maybe -- just maybe -- she felt as he did, but when he tried he felt only emptiness. No, it was a fantasy; it was too good to be true - damn it, incest was wrong!

But what if it's between two consenting adults? With a sigh, Jake took a deep breath to slow his mind back down. She's your sister, not your lover. Get over it. He double counted the money one last time, and returned to the shop's floor.

Three hours into their shift, Megan asked him to get a bag of coffee beans from the back room; the ten-pound sacks were stored too high for her to reach comfortably. Jake found he needed a ladder himself, and Megan retrieved a step stool. Standing tall, Jake was barely able to reach. As he finally grasped a bag, he heard a laugh from Megan below him.

"What?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing." She winked. "You'll figure it out."

It would be another hour before Jake realized she must have been checking him out.

It was at the end of their morning shift that Jake and Megan could finally share a lunch at a nearby sandwich shop. They enjoyed each other's silent company until Jake's phone vibrated in unison with Megan's. Jake got to his first; the message was from Natalie to both of them: "Dan. Come to school parking lot now."

Megan cursed and Jake grabbed his keys. "Hurry," he urged her as they ran to his truck. The drive to their community college usually took three minutes. Jake made it in less than two.

Roaring into the nearly deserted gravel parking lot, Jake spotted Dan's car right away and drove at it. He saw Natalie, and he saw Dan. Dan was screaming; he looked unglued. Then Jake saw Dan reach back and slap Natalie. Hard.

Jake kept an aluminum softball bat in his car. He had never played a game of softball in his life.

In his fury, Dan didn't hear Jake's truck crunch to a halt less than three yards from him. He didn't hear the sound of Jake exiting his Tahoe, bat in hand. What Dan did hear was the sound of something passing by his ear very quickly, a sharp metallic whistle punctuated by the sound of shattering automotive glass. When Dan turned, he saw Jake and then he saw a bat where Dan's passenger window used to be.

"My car!" Dan shrieked.

"Your car," Jake agreed. He slid the bat up over his shoulder and took a stance like he was in a homerun derby. "Your head next?"

Dan's anger was a paper tiger, and it crumpled in the face of real wrath. He went bone white as he realized the position he was in. "Listen," Dan began. Jake's rage flashed across his face, and Dan stopped dead.

"I'll talk, you'll listen motherfucker. You get anywhere near my sister again and I'll break your fucking legs. You touch her and I'll kill you." He meant it, and Dan could tell. "Go to the police and we will, too. You've got two witnesses saying you hit a little girl. That's assault, and that's the last chance you'll ever have getting into Cocksucker State or wherever the fuck you think you're transferring to."

Dan nodded dumbly; as stupid as he was, he knew it was the right thing to do.

Jake considered everything he could do just then. He could ruin Dan's car blow by blow or coerce Dan into slamming his own hand with the car door. All Jake needed to do was give Dan the choice of which one he would rather have broken. Jake could have done lots of things like that, and he knew it. He had complete control. Instead, Jake said to Natalie, "Get in the truck." It wasn't a request; she got in the truck.


Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 01



As Jake got into his Tahoe, he saw Natalie curled up on the back bench seat crying into Megan's lap softly. Jake drove slowly away, heading home with a blank mind and a clean conscience.

When he finally pulled into the driveway, Jake put the truck in park and sat briefly in silence. Then, turning around in his seat to face Natalie and Megan, he said, "You OK Nat?" She nodded. "You OK seeing your brother commit property damage with athletic equipment?" Natalie laughed, and nodded again.

Megan grimaced. "You should've taken his fucking kneecaps out," she growled. She wasn't kidding.

"I could've." Jake shrugged.

"Should. Have." Megan insisted. "He hit your damn sister!"

"That doesn't mean I'm going to go all Grand Theft Auto on him," Jake retorted, surprised at Megan's anger. "I'm not going to beat him to death for a slap."

Megan grumbled something under her breath, and Jake had had enough. "All I know is, I need a shower," he announced as he exited the vehicle.

Fifteen minutes later, Jake was as scrubbed and clean as he was going to be. He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and approaching the sink. He tried and failed to wipe the steam's condensation off the mirror; it was just too hot, but he liked it that way. Jake began to lather his face with shaving cream when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he said. His jaw dropped when he saw her.

Megan walked in and closed the door behind her. She wore a short, white terrycloth bathrobe loosely tied at the waist. Her hair was back in a ponytail, her moss-green eyes glimmered, and her face was serious. "Hi," she said quietly. Jake heard her click the lock into place.

"Hey," Jake rasped.

"Whatcha up to?" she asked, sounding nervous and trying to hide it.

"N-nothing. You?" His brain felt like someone had flipped an off switch.

"Oh, you know, hanging out."

"Want... to shower?"

"With you? Not right now, thanks. Look, I came in here to apologize. I kind of snapped at you back there in the truck, and I shouldn't have. You were right to call it a day after taking out the window." Megan shrugged, and a shoulder of her robe threatened to come off. She tugged it back into place lazily; her robe opened wider. Jake could see the inside curve of her breasts and her flat stomach all the way down to just past her naval. He felt his cock stiffen under the thin towel.

"It... was no problem," Jake managed.

Megan bit her lip, and looked at the floor. "No, I owe you an apology." Her eyes turned up at him. "How... about a hug?" She took a single step toward Jake. "Is that... OK?"

Jake reached out for her, but she stopped him. "No," Megan said, shaking her head and taking his hands into hers. "Like this." She grasped his wrists lightly and pulled his hands toward her, guiding them. At her direction, Jake's hands slid inside her robe and circled her small bare waist, and he pulled her into him. Megan wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her nearly naked body into his bare flesh. As hot as the steaming room was, she felt hotter.

After a long moment, Jake's hands began to slowly move up her body, inching and gliding along her flank, his fingers fanning out as he caressed up over her ribs one at a time, stopping with his thumbs just below her small breasts. He felt her stiffen, felt her breath catch. Jake's heart hammered blood through his veins as he so slowly, so carefully, began to run his hands back down her, caressing the sister he loved down, and down, and down until he was just below her waist.

"Like that?" Jake asked quietly.

Megan tilted her head back to look up and lock eyes with him. "Perfect," she whispered. "So perfect." She gave him her special half-grin, cocking an eyebrow. "You're enjoying this, aren't you big brother?"

Jake suddenly became aware of his erection, which must have felt like an iron pipe digging into her side. He turned white and started to push her away until she stopped him. "None of that, now. You're supposed to enjoy it." There was no trace of uncertainty in her voice anymore. "I know I am."

"Are you wet?" he asked. Megan smiled wider and began to reply, until suddenly a knock came at the door.

"Jake? Megan? Can I come in?" The knob jiggled.

Jake felt as if he snapped out of a trance; he burst into action, shoving Megan to one side and picking up his razor. He cracked the door slightly. "Hey Nat! Just trying to keep the steam in here so the bathroom's still warm for Megan."

Natalie shrugged. "Whatever. Look, I'm going over to Caitlyn's house to spend the night. Will you tell Mom and Dad whenever they get home?"

Jake nodded rapidly. "You got it!" he said brightly. As soon as she was gone, he closed the door again and half sat, half collapsed onto the floor. Megan was holding her sides laughing. Jake chuckled along with her. "We're fucking crazy, aren't we?"

Megan nodded. "Yeah," she admitted, "but I like our kind of crazy."

*****

Natalie walked down the sun-dappled street that led directly from her house to Caitlyn's. Wearing a simple blue t-shirt and jeans, Natalie was dressed for the comfort and relaxation she desperately needed. She felt light and free, and the bounce in her step seemed to prove it. No more Dan, she thought to herself. If ever there was a reason to celebrate, this has gotta be it. Natalie could hardly wipe the smile from her face despite what had happened to her just hours before.

Caitlyn's house was a large, landscaped two-story at the end of a tree-lined cul-de-sac. Walking up the cement path to the front door, Natalie had to fight the urge to skip. She had hardly pressed the doorbell before Caitlyn answered. Standing no taller than Natalie, Caitlyn was much more proportionate to her size; her breasts were handfuls barely half the size of her best friend's. An excellent and dedicated soccer player, Caitlyn's body had a sleek, functional elegance that was evident in her every move. With straight brown hair and soft amber-brown eyes, Caitlyn's face was welcoming and warm. Smiling widely, she ushered Natalie inside at once.

As they walked through the long foyer and up stairs to Caitlyn's room, Natalie told her all about Dan and what had happened with Jake. Caitlyn's eyes were narrowed and angry by the story's end. "I'm with Megan," she said. "Jake should've crippled that bastard."

"You think your brother would have?" Natalie asked. Nick was a year younger.

"Definitely. He's pretty protective," Caitlyn replied as they made their way into her spotless IKEA-filled bedroom. She sat on the bed; Natalie took a chair. "He's stronger than he looks, too." Natalie had always thought Nick was a little on the skinny side. "Still," Caitlyn continued, "you're lucky to have a brother like Jake."

"You're just saying that 'cause you want to bone him," Natalie said with a wink. It was an open secret that Caitlyn had had a crush on Jake since the seventh grade. Caitlyn lobbed a pillow at her in reply, which Natalie caught easily.

"Nat, I'm not kidding around here. That fucker hit you! Are you actually OK, or are you bullshitting me?"

Natalie's good-natured mirth subsided; she grew serious. "Yes and no. No, because what happened to me is very fucked up. Yes because it's over, I'm safe now, and Dan is long gone."

Caitlyn grunted. "He better be. Otherwise, Jake'll have to get in line when it comes to bat-swinging time."

"Well," said Natalie, "how about a new topic?"

Caitlyn smiled again. "I wonder if I already know what you're going to say."

"Probably, but I'll say it anyway: what's with all the clothes?" Natalie asked pointedly.

"What's wrong with them?"

"What's wrong is you're wearing them."

Caitlyn laughed. "Took you long enough to get to it." Still sitting on the bed, Caitlyn gracefully wriggled out of her shorts and shirt and was down to a black bra and panties in moments. Her naval was pierced, accentuating her toned stomach. "Your turn, blondie."

Natalie peeled off her shirt and jeans, revealing blue lingerie that complimented her eyes perfectly. Caitlyn gave a low whistle of appreciation, and Natalie giggled. "You like?" she asked.

Caitlyn nodded. "Very much. So, so very much." For a time the two friends looked at each other, neither uncomfortable at the other's gaze. Nobody would have guessed, but both girls were very sexual creatures who had grown up together sharing their first kiss and, masturbating side by side, their first mutual orgasm as they raced one another to the finish. Though they were not lovers, they still shared in everything; it was a bond that made them closer than family in many ways.

Breaking the spell, Caitlyn moved first. She unsnapped her bra and let her pert breasts bounce free; her puffy brown nipples were already hard. "Come on, baby. You show me now," she cooed.

Her sapphire eyes sparking, Natalie stood and with a flourish unhooked her bra, releasing her huge breasts from confinement. She tweaked a large pink nipple. "Miss them much?" she said archly.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Like you don't know."

"Maybe I like to hear you say it. May I like to hear you say I make you... you know..."

"Wet?" Caitlyn said with a laugh. She patted a spot next to her on the bed. "Come find out," she teased.

"Show me," Natalie urged, beginning to become truly aroused.

Caitlyn leaned back on her mattress and stuck her legs straight up in the air. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she pulled them down slowly and then flipped them off into a corner. She spread her legs wide, showing her hairless pussy for Natalie's inspection. "C'mere," she said quietly, half sitting up and resting back on her elbows. "That's it, nice and close," she breathed as Natalie scooted forward until her chin was on the bed, bare inches from Caitlyn's cunt and close enough to feel the heat off of her. Caitlyn sighed happily. "I can feel your breath when you're that close."

Experimenting, Natalie blew air gently; Caitlyn shivered. Natalie smirked. "Like that, don't you?"

"Wait until your turn, and if you're good I'll show you."

"Good?" Natalie asked playfully. "What do I need to do to be good?"

Caitlyn chucked. "For a start, strip." Natalie revealed her trimmed blonde bush at once. "Good," said Caitlyn, her eyes tracking Natalie's every movement. "Now sit up here next to me, and... touch yourself."

Natalie lay back on the bed, propped up on one elbow so she could be eye to eye with Caitlyn. "Like this?" she asked, her fingers teasing around her labia.

"No," Caitlyn admonished, beginning to stroke her snatch. "Like this." She began to rub just around her clit, giving a quiet moan of pleasure.

Natalie was already sopping wet. The small noises her pussy made as she played with herself filled the room as her fingers moved faster. She teased at her clit, not wanting to cum too soon.

"That's good," Caitlyn said as she continued to masturbate, enjoying this new game. "That's very good. Don't stop. Now lay down and suck on your tit."

Natalie rolled flat on her back and, still diddling herself, pushed one breast up toward her mouth. She craned her neck forward to reach her nipple; her tongue lapped out and over the sensitive skin, causing a ripple of pleasure to pulse through her body.

"Again," Caitlyn commanded; she was playing with herself earnestly now. "And look me in the eye while you do it."

Natalie did it again, and her big blue eyes didn't waver.

"Fingers now," Caitlyn said. "Put one -- no, put two in."

"I will if you will," Natalie said.

"Bullshit. You will because I said so," Caitlyn said with a grin.

Natalie slipped two fingers inside her, hooking them gently as she moved in and out of herself. Biting her lower lip, she fought the urge to squirm.

Caitlyn leaned in for a kiss, her lips brushing over Natalie's neck gently. "That's your reward for behaving... so far, anyway." Her brown eyes glimmered. "I've got an idea."

"Yeah?" Natalie breathed.

"Don't move, and don't stop." As Natalie continued to masturbate for her, Caitlyn rose to her knees and straddled Natalie's face. Slowly, Caitlyn crouched lower until her cunt was nearly touching Natalie. Breathing heavily, Caitlyn said "I want you to do this to me, and I want you fingering yourself the entire time. Got it?"

Natalie nodded, not trusting herself to speak. As her best friend lay back, Natalie spread herself over Caitlyn's face with her blonde-haired pussy just inches from Caitlyn's mouth. She kept pumping her fingers in and out.

"That's it," Caitlyn said, her voice cracking. "Three fingers now."

Natalie grunted as she slid a third into her full cunt, her juices dribbling down her hand. "Baby," Natalie made herself say, "You like the view right?"

"God yes."

"That's good, but I'm about to drip on you sweetheart."

"That's the idea. I want to... to taste you. Is that OK?"

Natalie shivered in delight. They had tasted themselves before - they had licked their dribbling fingers dry dozens of times right in front of each other - but they had never shared. It was a step Natalie was ready to take. "How much of a taste?" she asked, feeling her orgasm build.

Caitlyn just smiled. "How much you got?"

In response, Natalie stopped masturbating long enough to fork her pussy lips apart. She could feel Caitlyn's rapid breath on her hole as cum oozed out of her and threatened to fall. "That much."

"All of it," Caitlyn demanded. "Come for me. Now."

Natalie was happy to oblige. Rubbing her clit furiously and rapidly pounding three fingers in and out of her, she felt the grip of ecstasy take hold and overpower her. "Here it comes," she panted, going even faster. "Open wide!"

Caitlyn closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could. All at once, cum began to fall in a thick stream onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed once, then again. "Yes!" she managed between gulps.

Natalie felt her body shudder into a second orgasm, and she choked back a scream. She filled her gaping cunt with a fourth finger unbidden, pushing herself to her very limit as she filled Caitlyn's mouth with her cream.

Caitlyn's own building orgasm had reached the breaking point; she plunged three fingers into herself in one sharp shove that finally pushed her over the edge as she swallowed Natalie's cum. With a gasp, Caitlyn came harder than she ever had before, convulsing with lust and the desire for even more. She was barely able to stop herself from burying her tongue into Natalie's pussy.

As Natalie finally collapsed onto the bed next to Caitlyn, both friends sighed in mutual relief. The receding tide of post-orgasmic bliss faded in gradual increments until finally they were able to speak again.

"Caitlyn?"

"Yeah?"

"I want yours, too."

In response, Caitlyn scooped cum out of herself and offered it up to Natalie as if on a silver platter. Natalie gratefully licked and sucked it off of Caitlyn's outstretched fingers, then asked for more. She kept asking until Caitlyn had no more to give.

As they faded off to sleep, both friends instinctively knew that in some way their relationship had changed forever. A new line had been crossed, and there was nothing left that was taboo anymore. Having tasted one another's essence, they could now share anything and everything without fear.

*****

Natalie woke first. It was dark out, and she was still horny. Natalie rolled out of bed naked, briefly considering dressing before deciding against it. She would wake Caitlyn soon enough, and Natalie planned for them to go another round. Or maybe two, Natalie mused.

Glancing over her bare shoulder at her nude slumbering friend, Natalie reflected that she was very lucky to have Caitlyn in her life. Natalie knew she wasn't a lesbian, but when it came to Caitlyn things got more complicated. Maybe there isn't a limit to what I'd do with her. To her. She shivered at the thought, hugging herself. Maybe this is going to go farther than I ever thought.

Natalie had decided to load some of Caitlyn's porn up on her computer so that they could watch it together when Caitlyn woke. As Natalie browsed through Caitlyn's files she was surprised to find a folder she hadn't seen before. Something new at last. She loved watching porn with Caitlyn, but lately the usual stuff had grown a little stale. You can only see so many three-ways before you start wondering about four-ways. She giggled softly to herself.

Double-clicking the folder, Natalie saw thirty-seven files individually numbered with no further description. She chose one at random, waiting impatiently for the video to load. It looked vanilla at first - just a guy fucking a girl from behind -- when suddenly Natalie recognized them.

It was Caitlyn and her brother Nick.

No fucking way! she nearly shouted before stifling herself. Natalie's mind was reeling. It was incest! It was unreal, unthinkable, unbelievable, un... un...

Actually, this is pretty hot, Natalie realized with a start. She paused the video then, sitting back in the chair to think. In total silence, growing more wet by the minute as she thought about what she had in front of her, Natalie decided that the idea of Caitlyn and her brother fucking turned her on because it was so wonderfully taboo. My little Caitlyn, sneaking around and banging her little brother. Natalie felt a smile growing on her face. Maybe she started by helping him learn how to kiss. Maybe he needs practice, maybe he comes to her wanting advice. Natalie began to rub her clit gently. Then it goes a step further. Suddenly, Caitlyn finds herself turned on as their "practice" gets more serious.

Natalie used her other hand to start the video again, keeping the volume muted. Their practice got more serious all right, she thought as she kept toying with herself. Pretty soon they're frenching and having makeout sessions. Before long, they're not even pretending it's practice -- "it's just harmless fun," they tell themselves. On the screen, Nick had Caitlyn lying on her back now as he tongued her bald cunt. Caitlyn was shouting something, but Natalie couldn't tell what. Probably something that sounds a lot like "fuck yes!"

Natalie wondered when it was that both decided to have sex with each other. I bet she made the first move. I bet she let her hands wander too far and gave his cock a squeeze. I bet he almost lost it in his pants, but he kept it together long enough to feel her tits under the shirt for the first time.

Natalie's fingers danced across her clit as her other hand slid two digits into her wet cunt up to the second knuckle. After that, she pulled him out and jacked him until he came. Then he went to clean himself up, and they spent the rest of the night acting like nothing happened. But, they bump into each other in the bathroom the next morning before school and he tells her how much he wants her. She's getting wet just looking at him, knowing she can have him whenever she wants. Natalie pushed a third and fourth finger inside her then, stretching herself so much it hurt. She arched her back to allow herself to go deeper, harder, faster. She began to pant without realizing it.

And she pulls him inside, locks the door, and sucks his dick until he comes. She swallows every single drop. He goes off to his senior year of high school that morning the happiest kid on the planet with the biggest secret he can't tell anyone. And when he comes home, he doesn't fool around. He drags his laughing sister into bed and rips her clothes off, and he's hard as lead. Natalie moaned loudly. He shoves it into her and she screams for more. They come together, and after that it's just a matter of time before they start recording one another for the nights they can't slip into each others' bed.




Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 01



"NATALIE!" Caitlyn shouted, now wide-awake thanks to Natalie's moaning. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Natalie went from the brink of orgasm to a crashing halt. "Baby," she tried to explain, "it's OK, really!"

"No it fucking is not!" Caitlyn's face was white with shock. "You just caught me doing..." she trailed off.

"Doing your own brother," Natalie finished for her. "And in case you haven't noticed, I think that's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I mean, just look at me for a second."

Caitlyn finally saw her. Natalie had been caught with nearly her entire hand inside her cunt while she stared at Caitlyn blowing Nick on screen; it was crystal clear to Caitlyn all at once. "Wait you -- you mean you don't think I'm some horrible fucking pervert?"

"Fuck no!" Natalie yelled. "Are you shitting me? Look at me for fuck's sake. I'm elbow deep in my own snatch and you're still asking how I feel about it?"

Caitlyn burst into relieved laughter. "Thank God. I thought I'd just ruined... what we've got."

"No way," Natalie reassured her. "This is seriously the hottest thing I've ever seen. I counted thirty-seven of these videos. Is that all of it?"

"Not even close. We've been fucking like goddamn rabbits. We've probably recorded a tenth of it; it's something for him to look at once he goes off to college in the Fall. Mister Full Scholarship gets to skip community college unlike the rest of us chumps," Caitlyn explained.

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "So, are you guys, like, in love, or...?"

Caitlyn shook her head. "We're real clear on everything: this is for fun only. I mean, yeah, we're close and love each other but we're not like in love. We're just fucking, pure and simple. And we're going to keep doing it as long as it's fun. And, Natalie," Caitlyn said with a wicked smile, "it's the most fun I've ever had."

Natalie tapped a finger against her chin, thinking. "This has been going on for what, a year?"

"Pretty much right after he turned eighteen," Caitlyn confirmed. She described how everything had happened starting with the seduction, and Natalie's imagined version wasn't far off at all. "Seriously, Nat, you have no idea how great it is," Caitlyn gushed, starry-eyed. "The rush is unbelievable. We're breaking all the rules, but for all the right reasons. Yeah it's incest, but that's half the fun!"

Natalie laughed. "You don't have to sell me, you know. I feel exactly the same way just watching you guys screw."

Caitlyn's grin widened. "You should try it."

Natalie blinked. "What, with Nick?"

"No, with Jake! Although..."

Natalie waved the thought away. "One thing at a time, sweetheart. You seriously think I should fuck my own brother."

"Yes."

"This is ridiculous," Natalie muttered.

"Bullshit, you're just being close-minded. Stop thinking of him as your brother and just look at him for what he is. Smart, good-looking, funny, and he did just save your ass from Dan."

Natalie nodded. "Still though, I'm not so sure I feel that way about him."

"He happens to be related to you, that's all. Then again, you of all people seem to enjoy the kinky incest part, so maybe I should be emphasizing that." Caitlyn looked pensive.

Natalie rolled her blue eyes. "You're enjoying this idea, aren't you. You want me to fuck him."

Caitlyn spread her hands in a helpless gesture. "So?"

"What happened to you having a crush on him?"

Caitlyn chuckled. "I'd share my fantasy boyfriend with you since you're his sister and I've got the hots for you both. That'd totally be worth it."

Natalie sighed. "Look, I'm just not so sure. I'm not saying 'never,' but I am saying 'I'm not so sure.'"

Caitlyn shrugged. "It ain't for everyone, that's for sure. He's got to want you, too."

"And that is by no means certain."

Caitlyn walked over to Natalie and squeezed into the computer chair next to her, taking a smiling, naked Natalie into her arms.

So quietly that Natalie almost didn't hear her, Caitlyn said, "We could make it certain."



Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 02



Jake awoke to the slight sensation of being scratched behind one ear. His eyes opened and drifted upward to find a grinning Megan leaning over his bed and giving her version of an early morning wake-up call. "Good morning!" he said with sincere enthusiasm. Her grin widened in reply. 

Megan stopped scratching and ran a hand through her hair, tousling it. "Good morning to you, too. Like getting woken up this way?" 

Jake just stared. Megan was dressed in a simple white spaghetti strap top, well-worn jeans, and a loose blue zip-up hooded sweatshirt jacket. Her hair was tucked behind one ear, and she had her lip stud in. People pay thousands of dollars to look half as good as she does in seventy bucks worth of casual wear, Jake reflected. "You," he said carefully, "are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Of course I like getting woken up this way." 

Without hesitation, Megan leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. It was brief, tender, and far from sisterly. "Thank you," she whispered. "Really." She might have said more, but sudden noise from the kitchen reminded the siblings that they were not alone in the house that morning. 

It was the morning of the first day of their road trip. 

"Time to get moving big bro," Megan said, with her green eyes sparkling as she stood. She had been awake for over an hour, waiting impatiently for Jake to do the same. 

After showering and dressing, Jake shambled into the kitchen to find his mother serving breakfast and father rooting through a cabinet for the family's GPS unit. Jake joined Megan at the kitchen table and helped himself to eggs and bacon. Megan was reading the newspaper and munching on a waffle with blueberries. 

Halfway through their meal, the front door opened and slammed shut to announce Natalie had returned home. She carelessly tossed her backpack into the stack of luggage Jake had arranged by the door, knocking Megan's backpack to one side. Natalie breezed into the kitchen with a wide smile and bright eyes. 

"What the hell happened to you?" Jake said with a surprised laugh. Natalie never came home from Caitlyn's anything but sleep-deprived, but she looked positively radiant. In truth, Natalie had had no sleep at all. Her good cheer was brought on by a night filled with Caitlyn and all thirty-seven of Caitlyn and Nick's videos - videos that Natalie now had copied to her own personal laptop. 

Natalie cheerfully flipped Jake off with both hands after she made sure both parents had their backs turned. "You guys are still here, huh?" 

"Not for much longer," Megan assured her. "I just had to wait for princess over here," she jerked a thumb at Jake, "to get her precious beauty sleep." 

Jake snorted derisively and took a sip of black coffee from his steaming mug. "I'd take this moment to review all the ways that I'm better than you, but by the time I finished Spring Break would be over." 

"And I'd be dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound," Megan said flatly. 

"Children, behave," their mother muttered from the sink where she was scrubbing dishes. 

Jake turned to Natalie, saying "And what are you going to be doing this fine day, little sister?" 

"Finishing my damn History paper." 

"You mean your gosh darn History paper," Jake said, imitating their mother perfectly. 

Natalie ignored him, glancing sideways to Megan. "Don't let this guy get in your head during the drive to... well, to wherever you're going." 

Several months before while first planning the trip, Jake and Megan had agreed that in order to keep their vacation interesting they would stop at a different spot every night, and each morning they would take turns choosing where they would drive to next. Jake had won the subsequent coin toss, and he had already chosen where their first destination would be. Despite Megan's varied attempts to pry the information from him, Jake had kept it secret ever since. 

Megan shot a look at Jake. "I have ways of making you talk, you know." 

That's for fucking sure, Jake thought to himself as he downed the rest of his coffee. "Ready to go?" he asked Megan. 

Megan grinned. "Past ready." 

As Jake took their luggage out to his truck in several trips, their mother heaped unsolicited travel advice on Megan while their father checked the oil and tire pressure for the third time. For the last load of baggage, Jake grabbed his backpack and Natalie's rather than Megan's own - a simple mistake brought on by his youngest sister's earlier carelessness. 

As the family stood in the driveway saying farewell to one another, Jake closed the trunk and nodded to Megan, signaling it was time. Jake received a tearful hug from his mother, a handshake from his father, and an awkward side-hug from Natalie, who didn't seem to know what to do. 

At last, both Jake and Megan buckled themselves in, and Jake put the truck into drive. They weren't twenty feet down the driveway before Megan whirled on him and demanded, "Well?" 

"Well what?" Jake replied with a knowing smile. 

"Don't toy with me, jackass. You know exactly what." 

Jake bit his lip to keep from laughing, and waited. Megan sighed in exasperation, and said, "Well where the are we going for the first stop of this goddamn trip? You're killing me and you know it!" 

Jake laughed. "Dad owes me twenty bucks." Megan stared at him, not comprehending. Jake continued, "He figured you'd make it a block before interrogating me, and I said no way, no chance. Looks like the twenty bucks are mine." 

Megan leaned over the truck's middle console and leveled a finger squarely at Jake's nose. "I swear to Jesus, Santa Claus, and anyone else who's listening that whenever we get to whatever goddamn hotel we're going to, I'm going to look up how to water board you if you don't tell me where the fuck we're going right now." 

"Uncle Chuck's lake house," Jake replied simply. 

Megan never squealed, but she did then. "Oh my God, did you know that's my favorite fucking place in the world?!" 

Jake did. Uncle Chuck was a lovable curmudgeon with a razor-sharp wit who had always liked Jake better than the rest. All Jake had had to do was ask for the keys, and they were his. "Hope you packed a swimsuit, 'cause the water is just warm enough to get in this time of year." 

"I packed two! Holy fucking shit!" Megan was almost vibrating with excitement. 

Jake laughed, and the smile stayed on his face for a long time. 

***** 

Several hours into their trip, they were driving through picturesque rural countryside. The gently rolling terrain and constant purr of the engine had put Megan to sleep in the passenger's seat for a time. She stirred awake, stretching like a cat and pushing her tight breasts up and out as she did. Megan cast a sidelong look at Jake, and found him eying her. She winked. 

Jake winked back. "Can you blame me?" 

Megan gave him her half-grin. "Look as much as you like, baby. Just don't get us into a wreck." 

"Deal," Jake promised. He bumped the cruise control down for some curves in the road ahead. "Can I ask you something?" 

"Of course. 'Total honesty,' remember?" 

Jake took a deep breath, and said, "How long has it been OK for me to look?" 

"A long time," Megan replied. "As in, years." 

Jake groaned. "If I'd only known..." 

Megan laughed softly. "Sorry. Should have told you to check out my tits earlier, huh?" 

"It would've been the least you could do," Jake joked. 

"Well, now you know." She reached over and scratched him behind one ear. He sighed happily. 

They drove in contended silence for several miles, until Megan said casually, "So how often do you masturbate?" 

Jake blinked, not quite believing his ears. That escalated quickly, he thought faintly. "I, ah... what?" 

Megan unbuckled her seatbelt and turned her whole body in the seat to face him. "I asked how often you masturbate." She unzipped her jacket and slipped it off her shoulders, placing it behind her back against the side door as a cushion. She sat cross-legged. 

Jake glanced at her and saw she wasn't kidding. This has gotten very interesting. "A few times a week, I guess. Sometimes every day." He shrugged. "Every now and then, more than once a day," he allowed. Time to take a risk. "How about you?" he ventured. 

"Once a day most days. Usually, um, in the morning." 

It took Jake a moment to catch on. "We open the coffee shop most mornings." 

Megan covered her face with her hands. "I do it right after you wake me up," she admitted through her fingers. 

Jake gave a low whistle. "You naughty, naughty girl." 

"Oh, shut up. Don't pretend you don't like it." 

Jake laughed. "So every morning, huh?" 

"Yep. Puts me in a good mood, I can tell you that." 

"So what're you going to do now that we're on the road trip?" he asked. 

Megan jerked in surprise and Jake was briefly worried. Maybe asking my sister her masturbation schedule for the next week wasn't the best idea. 

Megan drew herself up tall and said archly, "Well I'm not going to change it." 

"Me neither," Jake said. 

"Then I guess we're just going to have to learn deal with each other doing... that," she said with a wide smile. "And I think you're about to split your pants open." She pointed at his tented crotch. 

Jake snorted. "Like you can talk. You're nipping like it's below zero in here." 

"So I'm turned on. Sue me for being horny." 

Jake grew serious. "We're really talking about this, right? I'm not dreaming?" 

"Not by a long shot," his sister replied. 

Jake exhaled heavily, shaking his head. "To think that it's been OK for me to look for all this time." 

"To think you wanted to look for all this time," Megan said so quietly it was almost to herself. 

They drove through the minutes and miles, neither saying another word. 

***** 

Jake was pleased that he found the entrance to the lake house's private drive on the first pass. He turned off the country highway onto the long, winding road darkened by overhanging trees that created a tunnel-like atmosphere. This, thought Jake, would be an excellent introduction to a zombie movie. They drove almost continuously upward, climbing up a series of hills until after a time they broke through the forest into a wide clearing. In the distance, Jake and Megan could just begin to make out the house. 

Surrounded by forest on three sides and lakefront on the fourth, the huge limestone home sat at high elevation overlooking a tremendous swath of nature. As he drove them closer, Jake could begin to make out the large wrap-around covered porch and long switchback stair that ran down from the back of the lake house down to the lakeshore below. 

At last, he pulled up the crescent-shaped driveway to the front of the house. "We're here!" Jake announced happily. Megan nearly dashed out of the truck in her hurry to reach the front door, and Jake was close behind her. He fumbled with his pockets searching for the keys as Megan urged him to hurry. He found the right one, inserted it into the lock and turned the bolt. Jake pushed the heavy door inward, stepping across the darkened threshold and groping blindly for the light switch. Finding it, he pressed a button and was nearly blinded by the sudden dazzle of brilliant light. 

Uncle Chuck had spent a small fortune on the home, and no detail - including the lighting - had been overlooked. Smooth hardwood flooring extended from the entryway past an office and dining area to a large open kitchen filled with expensive stainless steel appliances. To the right, Jake observed double wood and glass doors leading to the exercise room and, to the left, a hallway leading to the lavish media room, library, guest rooms, and a stairway to the Master suite that dominated the second floor. Floor to ceiling windows extended all across the far wall from one end of the home to the other, giving Jake and Megan a panoramic view of the spacious deck and wide blue lake beyond. Jake swung the door closed behind them, the sound of it echoing along the high ceiling. 

Jake watched his sister turn in a full circle to take it all in, enjoying her look of total joy. "This..." she said, turning to look at him, "this is so perfect." 

Jake smiled. "Groceries are already in the fridge courtesy of Uncle Chuck, the beds are made for us, and I'm willing to bet we even have toilet paper. If not, we can just use the pile of hundred-dollar bills that has got to be around here somewhere." 

Megan laughed. "Smartass. What would our dear uncle say if he heard you talk like that?" 

"He'd tell me not to be stupid and to use the twenties instead." Jake gestured to the wall of windows and the view beyond them. "Now how about we pick our guest rooms, unpack, and go out there for a swim?" 

Megan cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean guest rooms?" 

Jake blinked. "I mean the guest rooms. There's like five of them, remember?" 

Megan stared at him in mock annoyance. "Duh. What I mean is there's no point in using two. We're going to be sharing a room for the rest of the trip, right?" 

"Well, yes." 

"So how about let's get used to sharing one right now." Her tone made it a statement more than a question. "I'll even let you choose which side of the bed to take." 

Jake's breath caught in his chest. And just like that, we're sharing a bed tonight, Jake realized. "OK," he said quickly. 

Megan's smile spread slowly across her face. "So eager, huh? No, don't answer. Just do me a favor and help me get the bags so I can get my laptop out of my backpack and check our mid-semester grades." 

Jake nodded in agreement and walked back to the Tahoe with her. As soon as Megan's hand closed around Natalie's backpack, she cursed. "This is Natalie's, isn't it? Mine was twice this heavy all packed up." 

Jake did a double take. "You've got to be kidding. I grabbed that backpack right from the pile after she... shit, I got it after she came home." 

Megan unzipped the backpack and peeked inside. "Yeah, you grabbed the wrong one. No biggie, I only had a few books, some spare clothes, and a laptop in there. Fortunately, we've got her computer here and I can live without the rest." 

Jake breathed a sigh of relief. "Glad to hear it. Check on my grades too, will ya?" 

Back inside, Megan sat at the dining room table and logged in while Jake slipped around the corner out of view and had a very small, very brief, and very private panic attack. Holy fucking Jesus, we're going to be sleeping together. Jake realized he had no idea what to do. Besides lie there very still and try not to poke her with my dick, that is. He shook himself out of it. One thing at a time, buddy, he told himself. And first thing is: go swimming. He leaned back against the wall to steady himself. 

Megan called out his grades to him from where she was. "Not bad, big bro. Looks like maybe you weren't dropped as a baby after all." 

"That's high praise coming from you." Deep breaths, Jake. 

"Don't let it go to your head," she said. Jake heard her slide out of the chair, her voice getting closer as she approached. "I'm still not convinced you weren't thrown." She rounded the corner and bumped into him. "What, you're ambushing me now? Or just waiting to see if I'll let you watch me change into my bathing suit?" 

"Will you?" 

"No, but full marks for optimism. You go change in the bathroom, please," she said with a wry smile. 

Jake obliged her. Afterwards, he waited for several long minutes in the kitchen until finally she appeared. Megan wore a strapless white bikini that looked to be exactly half a size too small; it clung to her breasts and ass so flawlessly that Jake felt his cock twitch. He gave a low whistle of appreciation, and Megan actually blushed as she walked toward him. 

"You like it?" 

"I love it." 

She took his hand in hers. "Walk me down to the beach?" 

"I'd love to," he said with quiet sincerity. He brought her hand to his lips, and kissed it. "I really would." She blushed again. 

Outside, walking slowly along the deck toward the long switchback stair down to the beach, their bare feet could feel the heat of the day through the wooden planks. The breeze was cool and they could hear the faint sound of water lapping against the shore. The sun had just barely begun to set. 

As they reached the stair, Megan looked over the railing down the long way from where they were to the beach below. "Fuck me," she muttered. 

Jake nudged her with his elbow. "Careful now. Don't start what you can't finish." 

Megan rolled her eyes, still looking down. "Try to keep your mind out of the gutter." 

"What if I don't?" he teased. 

"Then I'll do this." Abruptly, she reached back and swatted him on the ass. Jake nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise. 

"Did you really just do that?" 

"Do what?" Megan asked, wide-eyed and innocent. 

Growling, Jake reached back and swung to spank her but she jumped sideways at the last instant and his hand caught only air. "Don't start what you can't finish, tough guy!" she cooed over her shoulder, cocking her hips to one side with a pronounced ass wiggle for his benefit. Jake lunged for her, and Megan danced out of his reach as he swung again. She made a break for the stairs, squealing for the second time that day as Jake chased her down the steps. 

Megan nearly tripped as she made it to the sand. She glanced behind her and saw Jake wasn't far behind. Having nowhere else to go, she sprinted straight into the water and was up to her thighs before the springtime cold hit her all at once. "FUCK! ME!" she shouted in surprise. 

Jake skidded to a halt before entering the water and, realizing what his sister had said, burst into laughter. Megan was doubled over laughing so hard she could scarcely breathe. After a long minute, they calmed. 

Megan stood out in the water, hands braced against her knees as she caught her breath. Her hair was windblown and she was half-soaked from her dash into the water. The fading sunlight cast her in a golden hue from right to left, and she was grinning. In an instant, Jake knew he was experiencing one of those perfect moments of time in which everything was exactly right. He knew that as long as he lived, he would never forget how she looked in that moment. 

"Your move," Megan finally said. 

Jake rushed into the water straight at her, and this time she was trapped with nowhere to go but deeper. Megan tried to dodge anyway, but Jake scooped her up in his arms and had her over a shoulder before she knew what had happened. Slapping her bikini-covered ass twice, he dumped her straight down into the water with an unceremonious splash. 

Megan leapt straight up out of the water a fraction of a second later, screaming obscenities and attempting to tackle him. Before Jake could spin around to face her she smashed into his back; Jake could feel her breasts and hardened nipples grinding against him through the thin material as she twisted against him laughing, trying in vain to drag him down. Jake simply took a few long steps into deeper water dragging Megan with him, and her laughs turned into bubbles. This time, Megan surfaced more meekly, water streaming down her body. "Truce?" she asked. 

"Truce," Jake agreed. He noticed she was shivering. "You're cold." 

"Very," she admitted. 

"Want to go in?" 

"Not at all," she sighed, taking his hand into hers again. "But we should." 

***** 

As Megan warmed up in the shower, Jake busied himself in the kitchen preparing a dinner of ravioli, salad, and buttered bread. As simple as the meal was, Jake found himself struggling with it; his nerves were shot. He chided himself, remembering that this meal was just one of thousands he had shared with his sister. It feels like I'm on my first date, he realized with a start. The first date with my sister, the person I know is the love of my life. "No pressure," he said to himself with a chuckle. A little humor helped. 




Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 02



Jake checked his watch and decided it was time to strain the pasta. He said aloud, "A man and his wife have been fighting for weeks, and their relationship is really on the rocks. On his way home from work, the man goes to the best florist in town and buys a big bouquet of the finest red roses." He stirred the sauce twice to make sure it didn't stick. "When he walks in the front door and greets his wife, she takes one look at the flowers and says 'I guess I'm just supposed to spread my legs for you now, is that it?'" 

Jake prepared plates and set the table, finished. "And the man says, 'Why? Don't we have a vase?'" Jake turned, and found Megan had entered the room unbeknownst to him. 

Damp-haired and wearing shorts with an oversized sweater, she smiled. "That's my favorite joke." 

"I know." He walked around the table and pulled out a chair for her. "Have a seat." 

Megan looked at him with soft eyes. "You cooked for me?" 

Jake nodded. "Absolutely. I figured for our first stop on this trip we'd do dinner and a movie. Since we're thirty miles from the nearest restaurant and the media room in this place is twice as nice as any movie theater..." he shrugged. 

Megan grinned. "I'll only agree if you let me pick the movie." 

"You got it, sunshine." 

They shared simple conversation with the simple meal, remembering past family vacations and misadventures. Megan laughed as he told the story of Natalie and the gas station burrito, and he roared when she reminded him of his flirting with a one-legged waitress ("She worked at IHOP! I hop!"). It was all so easy that Jake forgot to be nervous for a time. 

"I'll never forget this vacation, Jake," Megan said as dinner wound down. "Never." Her eyes shone in the fading light. "No matter what happens, we'll always have these memories. We'll be in our nineties, laughing about the time I slapped your ass." She smirked. "Not that it'll be the last time, necessarily." 

And then it was time to clear the table. Looking embarrassed, Megan excused herself to the bathroom. With Jake's back turned, she slipped into the bedroom instead. 

***** 

Megan took a deep breath as she closed the door behind her. It's finally happening, she realized. This is it. Megan tore open her suitcase and dug for the appropriate outfit. Where the fuck... here! She slipped out of her clothes and dressed quickly. Next, Megan cracked the door back open and heard Jake busy washing pots in the kitchen. She tiptoed out and entered the media room, passing the 70-inch television and opening a small side closet to retrieve a sinfully soft throw blanket, which she deposited on the room's large leather sofa that sat directly across from the TV. Finally, she went to Uncle Chuck's DVD collection to set the mood. It's got to be Jake's kind of thing, she decided as she opened a huge wooden cabinet and began to scan the titles. After a moment, she cursed softly. That old bastard's got no taste at all. Deuce Bigalow 2? Maid in Manhattan? Really, Uncle Chuck? She wanted the mood just right. She wanted Jake comfortable, she wanted him relaxed, she wanted him... oh, she wanted him... 

***** 

Jake put the last plate away and turned to find an empty kitchen. Faintly, he could hear the television down the hall. He padded along the hardwood floor and entered the darkened media room lit only by the TV screen. He noted Megan's video choice with approval. "The Soprano's, eh?" The DVD menu played a quiet loop of music. 

"It was the Italian food that got me," Megan said from the couch where she lay under a thick brown blanket pulled up almost to her chin. In the faint TV light, it looked black. 

"Help yourself to the whole couch, by the way," Jake muttered. "No room at the inn for Jake, is that the way it is?" 

Megan giggled. "No, I'm just cold." A bare arm snaked out from under the blanket and patted small space on one of the cushions she reclined on. "I can share." 

"There's no way I can sit on the teeny part." 

"Who said anything about sitting? Come lay down with me." His sister patted next to her again. "C'mon, don't make me beg." 

Jake didn't need to be told a third time. Walking carefully through the unfamiliar darkness, he came to the couch and paused. Megan grinned. "Not sure if this is an over or under-the-blanket invitation, huh?" She raised up the blanket and Jake's face split into a smile when he saw her. "It's under," she said. She wore familiar-looking purple boy shorts and a matching strapless bra. "Don't be shy," she said quietly. "Please." 

After a moment's maneuvering, Jake ultimately slid in behind her and under the cover, taking Megan into his arms and pulling her against him. She pressed back just as hard, sighing contentedly. Jake could feel her heart pounding as he slid a hand down her side to drape across her bare waist. So small, he thought to himself as his fingers glided along the curve of her hip. A dancer's body. 

Megan put her hand over his, interlocking her fingers in his for a quick squeeze before she guided his hand from her hip down to her stomach. She stopped a fraction above her crotch. "Don't be shy," Megan repeated softly. "At least, not too shy." 

"How... shy... should I be?" 

She shifted slightly so she could look over her shoulder at him. With a half-smile and sparking eyes, Megan said, "Let's keep it at PG-13." For now, her tone suggested. She turned back and reached for the DVD remote, selecting an episode at random and thumbing the Play button. 

For the next sixty minutes Jake's eyes didn't so much as glance at the television. He was locked on her, tuned in to her every breath and movement. Under the blanket his hands traveled across his sister's body, always careful to stop just short of where he really wanted to go. He brushed the underside of her covered breasts and teased all along the waistband of her panties, occasionally letting his pinky finger slip just below the elastic as far as he dared go. He traced her abdominals and slid along her smooth thighs down and up, up, up until he could feel the heat coming off her sex - never crossing the line, but always on top of it. And then the episode was over. 

Megan sat up straight and again thumbed the remote, turning the DVD player off; the television projected simple blue light. She twisted her body around to look down at Jake. She smiled. 

Jake knew it was finally the right time. 

"I love you," Jake said. He took a deep breath. "I'm in love with you. I always have been." The words echoed off the high ceiling, hanging there. 

Megan sat very still. Her smile faltered and fell away. Jake's heart began to sink, but in the darkness cast in blue, Megan's green eyes smoldered. They burned. 

So softly, Megan said, "Prove it." 

Jake rose up and kissed her. When he opened his eyes, he found hers; in them he saw what he needed to see: that she loved him, too. Cupping her cheek, he kissed her again. Gently he pulled her back down until she was on top of him, kissing him back with a long-suppressed passion. 

Megan's lips met his again and again. They made out for long minutes, parting their mouths to French kiss one another for the first time, then the second. Megan's hands ran through his hair, clutching it as if to prove he was real. When Jake opened his eyes again he saw tears in sister's own, hot tears running down her cheeks and onto his chest. Tears of relief and release, he knew without being told. 

Smiling through her tears, Megan said, "I've wanted this for so fucking long." 

Jake grinned. "Prove it," he said. 

With half a laugh and half a sob, Megan embraced him fiercely. "I love you," she kept saying into his neck. "I love you. I love you. God, I love you." 

Jake held her just as tight. After a time she pulled away and met his eyes once again, and Jake saw no more pain there, only fire. "I love you," she said, leaning back into him. "And I want you." 

Jake slid his hands around her back and found the clasp to her bra. She grinned, and nodded. His fingers worked and Megan's bare breasts fell free, firm and capped by soft brown nipples. She tossed the bra aside, but pulled the blanket back up around her as she squeezed in to sit next to him side by side on the couch. Jake looked stricken; Megan laughed. "Don't worry big bro, you'll get to play with the girls in a sec. I just needed to do this." She squirmed under the cover for a moment, and came up with her boy shorts balled up in one fist. She tossed them to one side. Jake realized she was completely nude under the thin blanket; his cock began to swell. Careful to keep herself covered, Megan spread the blanket over Jake's lower body as well. 

Megan said, "Don't move, and definitely don't touch. Trust me, this will be worth it." Jake nodded, and then he felt his shorts being tugged down. "You have to understand," she said as she stripped him without looking, "that we have as long as we want to look at each other naked. It's just that we get to see each other for the first time only once." She threw his shorts across the room one-handed, using the other to keep the blanket in place. "Plus we get to make each other cum for the first time only once." She threw his boxers even further, her breasts spilling back into view as she heaved them. "And we get to fuck for the first time only once, too." Briefly Jake felt a hot wetness on his thigh, and he realized his naked sister's wet cunt that had rubbed up against him as she repositioned herself, always careful to keep the blanket covering everything below the waist. Topless and grinning, Megan said, "So how about let's make it really count for the first go-around?" 

"Deal," Jake said immediately, as if she might change her mind. 

Megan laughed again. "What, no clever comment? No witty retort? You see your little sister's tits and suddenly you're all 'Yes, dear. Whatever you say, dear.' I could almost get used to that," she teased. 

"I'm housebroken, too," Jake said dryly. 

"There's the Jake I know and love. Don't go changing on me. Now then, remember the car ride down here?" 

"Of course." 

"Remember what we talked about on the car ride?" 

Jake was beginning to catch on. "Masturbating together." 

Megan nodded. "Yes," she said, eyes locked with his. 

Jake's breath caught in his chest. "Will you masturbate with me?" 

"Yes," she said again, her right hand slipping under the covers. 

"Will you cum with me?" 

"Yes," she gasped, as her fingers found her own pussy. He heard faint, wet sounds come from under the blanket as she stared into his eyes; her pupils were huge and growing with ecstasy. 

Jake's hand slid under the cover to grasp his cock, and he began to stroke it slowly as he listened to his sister finger fuck herself. He watched a slow smile spread across her features, a smile brighter than he had ever seen. Her moss-green eyes never drifted from his as she leaned in closer to him, an inch at a time, for a long, soft kiss. "I'm yours now," she breathed. "Yours," she repeated, eyes blazing, "for as long as you'll have me. But let's take it a step at a time, OK?" 

Jake nodded again. 

Megan's exposed breasts swayed tantalizingly as she fingered herself, masturbating side by side with her big brother. Her breath was growing heavy; her nipples were hard eraser points. Megan spread her legs wider so that one smooth leg lay on top of Jake's. "You'll have me whenever you want me, however you want me, as often as you want me." Her smile grew even wider. "And you can fucking bet I'll have you whenever, however, and as often as I want, too." 

Jake said, "If I want you every day?" 

"Yes." 

"If I want you twice a day?" 

"God, yes." 

"If I want you at work?" 

"Definitely," she purred, her voice nothing but smoke and sex. "I'll suck your cock in the back room until you scream." She stopped frigging herself long enough to take her two wet fingers out from under the blanket and slide them into her mouth. She sucked on each one, popping them out one at a time. She grinned. "And you'll eat me until I beg you to stop. Won't you?" 

Jake groaned; the idea of his sister's pussy waiting for his tongue was almost too much to bear. His cock jumped as he pictured her pants down, bent over, wet and willing. Hurry, before the customers wonder where we are. 

Jake reached up to take one of his sister's breasts in hand; she moaned happily as he tweaked a tanned nipple. "I'll fuck you in the parking lot before school. After school. During school." The tempo of her fingering increased, and Jake increased his pumping to match her speed. "Oh yeah. Any time I want you, I'll have you. Better fucking believe it." I've only waited my entire life for this. 

Megan's breath was growing ragged. Her entire body was shaking, her tits bouncing. Her ministrations were growing faster as she approached climax. The sound of her wetness filled the room as she went faster and faster. "I want your cum, Jake," she breathed. "I want you to cum on me." 

Jake shivered. "Where?" he rasped. 

"Anywhere you can see." 

"But..." 

"I'll close my eyes. This time. The only time." She shot him a half-smile. "Make it count." She gasped suddenly. "Better hurry," she said. "I can't... much longer." She closed her eyes, lips parted. 

Jake stopped holding back. He pumped harder, letting himself go. His sister was begging for his cum. Jake looked at her flat stomach, her perfect breasts... her barely open mouth, panting for air. 

Jake sat up, turned, and straddled her, his cock only inches from his little sister's waiting lips. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead; he felt his balls begin to slowly clench. "Almost," he said, pressure building up to the breaking point. His hand became a blur. 

"Hurry," she whimpered, beginning to slam her hand in and out of herself. "Hurry!" 

"Al- almost..." 

"Now! Please!" Her tits were gyrating wildly as her entire body clenched. "Now!" 

With a shout, Jake came first in one huge stream, a long line of cum splashing his surprised sister's lips, teeth, tongue, and throat. The second stream hit her full in the face, from cheekbone to eyebrow. The third shot directly into her mouth, her eyes clenched shut as she sputtered swallowed as quickly as she could, licking her lips to savor every drop of sperm. "Oh my GOD!" she cried. "YES!" Megan convulsed as her orgasm overtook her. She screamed, shuddered, and collapsed, laying still. Jake fell in beside her and, as the most intense orgasm of his life left him, he began to drift off at once. 

"Best goddamn day of my life," were the last words he heard from a chuckling Megan before darkness overtook him. 

***** 

To his surprise, Jake awoke in a bed. Briefly confused as to who and where he was, he oriented and remembered he was at Uncle Chuck's and apparently in one of the guest bedrooms. Rubbing his eyes with his palms, he vaguely remembered crawling into bed at some point in the night. Sunlight streamed through a pair of small windows on the opposite wall. Nice light, Jake reflected sleepily. Nice windows. Jake looked to his right; he nearly leapt out of bed as he saw a half-naked, slumbering Megan. 

Then, Jake remembered the previous evening in its entirety. He stopped breathing. He forgot to blink. Time slowed to a crawl until Megan stirred slightly, a shift so minute Jake couldn't feel it on his side of the bed, yet it was enough to jolt him out of his trance. Holy shit Jake, what did you do? 

In silence, Jake watched his sister breathe in and out, a small, smooth movement of her bare chest that strangely captivated him. His momentary panic gone, he felt overcome by a sense of peace; Jake knew all was right with the world as he watched Megan's breath. He knew his life had changed forever, and changed for the better by a magnitude he could scarcely comprehend. There were no words adequate enough to convey the bliss Jake felt as he thought of the previous night and everything it meant to him now. Even more than the thrill of raw sexuality, Jake felt a tremendous burden had been lifted from him: no longer did he have to be ashamed of who and how he loved. He no longer had to hide from her, or from himself. 

Jake's stomach growled, reminding him of more immediate concerns. Careful so as not to wake Megan, he slid his feet off the bed down to the cool floor, flexing his toes as he walked to the kitchen. Digging around among the cabinets, in short order he was preparing eggs, bacon, and pancakes. He hated pancakes; Megan didn't. 

A sound behind him made Jake turn. Megan entered the kitchen barefoot wearing a tight white t-shirt and a gray pair of loose pajama pants. Her face was carefully controlled. "Good morning," she said formally. 

"Hi," Jake replied with a wave, after which he felt ridiculous. Off to a great start. "I made pancakes." 

"You hate pancakes." 

"You love pancakes." 

Megan's face twitched as she tried to suppress a smile. "We're not going to be awkward about last night, are we?" 

"Why, because I confessed my love to you or just because I came all over your face?" Jake regretted his characteristic good-natured sarcasm immediately. 

"Either. Both." She didn't meet his eyes as she sat at the kitchen bar. 

Jake set the spatula down and leaned forward on the counter facing her. "No. We're going to acknowledge it happened because we're in love with each other. It wasn't a one-night stand or whatever for me, if that's what you're worried about. I meant what I said. I'm not taking it back." 

Megan looked up to him, and her face became radiant. "Good morning," she said, meaning it this time. 

Jake began to reply, but changed his mind. Instead he leaned forward further and kissed her long and deep. "Yes it is," he said at last. 

Megan giggled happily. "Thank you. Sorry for that, I just... I spent a long time believing this would never happen. It's taking time to sink in, I guess." 

"I know the feeling," Jake agreed as he fixed her a plate. "I keep expecting to wake up." 

"I love you, Jake," Megan said, her smile broadening. 

"I love you, too." He liked being able to say it aloud. 

"Then give me some goddamned flapjacks so I can hurry up and get the map out to pick where we're going next on this trip." 

Jake obliged her. "Here you go, beautiful." 

Megan rolled her eyes as she put a napkin in her lap. "Buttering me up isn't going to get you laid any faster." 

Jake chuckled. "Not any slower, though." He popped apiece of bacon into his mouth as he sat next to her, then he remembered something from last night. "What was it you said? 'You'll have me whenever you want me?'" 

Megan turned a shade of red. "Yes. Well. I did say that." 

"Did you mean it?" 

"Yes," she said quietly, but with certainty. 

Jake was puzzled. "Why so shy all of a sudden? Last night was... intense. But it was right, every bit of it." 

Megan shrugged. "I guess what I'm needing to know is where we stand here." She turned in her chair to face him. "I know you love me and I know you want me, I just don't know what we are. Secret lovers? Brother-sister bootycall? What?" 

Jake set his fork down. "Why not boyfriend and girlfriend? Give me one good reason." 

"Yeah? You'd want that?" 

"Megan, I fucking love you. I don't want anyone else. I never have." 

Megan started to say something, then stopped. Her eyes looked distant. "Go take a shower, and we'll talk more after." 

***** 

Jake stood naked in the largest shower he'd ever seen. It was clearly intended for more than one person, possibly as many as four or five at a time judging by the number of fixtures. Why Uncle Chuck would want or expect that many people in the shower together at once raised a number of questions. Such as, what kind of parties does he have out here? Jake wondered. And how do I get an invitation? 




Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 02



The master bathroom was a wonder to behold; everywhere he looked was marble, glass, and polished metal. There was a hot tub, sauna, what could only be a Roman bath, and even a full bar. I've never seen a nicer place to take a shit, Jake reflected. 

Standing under one of the showerheads in a corner far from the shower door, Jake spent a confused moment trying to find something to twist, turn, or flip to get the water going. At last he found a single steel button recessed in the wall. Here goes nothing. He pressed it and was immediately assaulted on all sides by forceful sprays of water. "At least," he sputtered, "nothing's shooting up my ass." Fucking Japanese toilets. 

Jake noticed a small black screen he'd overlooked near the button that displayed "90 degrees" in a soft blue. He tapped the topside of the screen with a knuckle, and was pleased to notice the temperature increased. Nice, he had to admit. He loved a good, hot shower. 

He was finished washing and almost finished rinsing when, faintly, he heard the shower door open and shut. "Hello?" he called. Wearing her white bikini, Megan glided toward him through the steam-filled room. Jake grinned. "Hey." 

Megan winked. "Hey yourself." She glanced down, then back up. "Nice cock, by the way." It had begun to harden as soon as he saw her. 

"Weren't we making a big deal out of the first time we saw each other naked?" he asked, water continuing to cascade down his back and shoulders. 

"How's this for a big deal?" Sinking to a crouch, Megan took Jake's dick into one hand and began to slowly pump it. "Or this?" Megan's eyes locked on his as she leaned forward and kissed the underside of his shaft near the head, sucking lightly. 

Jake gasped in surprise. Megan laughed softly. "Nothing to say to your sist- no, sorry, your girlfriend? Good, I don't want to banter." She settled down further, resting on her knees. "It's rude to talk with your mouth full." With that, she took Jake 's entire cock into her mouth in one smooth motion that enveloped him. 

Jake nearly screamed. Taking it inch by inch, as if savoring every bit of it, Megan slowly withdrew him. She popped him out. "Let's give you something to look at," she said with her half-grin. She unhooked the top of her swimsuit, exposing her small breasts. She tweaked both nipples for him, turning them from soft peaks into hard nubs with a few light touches. "I guess they're happy to see you, too," she observed. She returned to his cock, taking it lightly in hand before giving slow, wet kisses to the head and sensitive underside. Her mouth traveled up and down his shaft, her soft tongue snaking out along its entirety, bathing him. 

Jake reached out blindly to slap at the shower's off button but grazed the screen instead, turning the water from an all-sides blast to a soft overhead downpour. Megan giggled; her hair began to quickly dampen. "Blowing you in the rain. There's something erotic about that - leave it on." She slid him back into her mouth; her left hand slipped into her bikini bottoms, and Jake could see her fingers moving under the thin material as she toyed with her clit. 

Jake watched as Megan's head began to bob up and down as she worked his cock, moving a little less slowly than before. Her free hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, jacking him lightly in synch with her movement. Warm water ran down her nearly nude body in waves; tiny waterfalls fell from her breasts to splatter on the marble floor. Her green eyes never once drifted from his and she sucked him in and out, in and out. 

Jake felt his cock slide deeper into his sister's mouth as she took more and more of him in. Before long he was sliding down the back of her throat, and she had begun to moan intermittently in pleasure as she continued to masturbate in front of him. Jake felt the tiny vibrations from her moaning travel along the length of his dick as she continued to pleasure him, now moving faster than before. 

Megan was thoroughly soaked by now. Her hair was plastered to her head and her bikini bottoms clung to her as if they were painted on. Megan's fingers played along her clit more rapidly, and she began to unknowingly pull her bottoms down and out, exposing the tiniest hint of her pussy to Jake. He could just make out a small, trimmed thatch of brown pubic hair. 

Megan's moans increased in volume and length, rippling over Jake's cock. She stroked him faster than she sucked him now, milking him twice as fast as her head could keep up. Jake felt his juices begin to build as his balls began to contract. He felt his entire body slowly seize up from the tips of his toes to the tip of his cock; it was nearly time. "Megan," he said hoarsely. "Oh my God... I can't hold on..." 

Megan moaned urgently, signaling him with her eyes that she was ready. She focused her mouth on the head of his cock, jacking the full length of him now as her tongue lapped over his head continuously. Jake shouted at the top of his lungs, and with a rippling iron squeeze he felt from his asshole to the tip of his cock he shot load after load into his sister's slurping mouth. Megan gave a muffled scream as she came herself, her eyes glazed in erotic bliss. Jake could see her throat working again and again to swallow every drop he gave her. 

When he was finally dry, Jake collapsed against the shower wall, sliding down the wet marble to the floor with a squeal of wet skin on wet stone. Megan fell into his arms, gasping for air with him. Drenched in water, steam, and sweat, they sat still for a long time, neither wanting to move and interrupt their post-coital high. When at last they had to, it was Megan who turned the water off and helped Jake to his feet. 

She gave him a searching look. "Are you alright?" she asked. 

"Never. Ever. Better." 

Megan laughed. "You know, I'm going to need practice if I'm ever going to get any better at this." 

"You... know where to find me," he managed weakly. 

Megan helped him out of the shower and toweled him off before pushing him gently out into the Master suite toward its king-size bed. "Take a nap, big bro. I'll get you in an hour." 

Jake lay down, and happily let the darkness take him.



Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 03



Jake dreamed. 

He stood in a dim concrete room at a pool table across from his faceless opponent. Jake glanced down and saw they were halfway through the game. "Stripes or solids?" he asked his opponent. He couldn't remember who was playing for what. 

"It doesn't matter," the opponent said. The voice was feminine and familiar. "You're going to lose." 

Jake's pool cue was smooth in his hands. He paced around the table, looking for a good shot. No matter where he stood, the angles looked wrong. "This isn't going to be easy," he muttered. 

"Be careful," the opponent advised. "You need to play this one right. Everyone's watching." She pointed over Jake's shoulder. 

Jake looked behind him and was startled to see bleachers rising impossibly high, filled with people waiting expectantly. They're waiting for me to fuck up, he knew. The whole world is watching. Jake began to shake. 

"Don't worry about them. They're just people." There was a name to the voice, and Jake knew that he knew it. 

"They're judging me," Jake explained. "They're judging me and they don't even know me." He looked back at the table. Megan lay atop it, nude. 

"You don't get it; I'm the one you need to worry about." He knew that voice. His stomach sank. "I'm the one who can bring this all crashing down." Feminine, soft, and sweet. "You can't hide from me forever. Now, take your best shot." 

Natalie. 

From what seemed like far away, Jake heard his name called once, twice, and a third time. Suddenly, he was being shaken awake. "Jake," Megan said softly. "Wake up, it's time to go. It's almost noon." 

Jake sat up, shaking his head to clear it. What was that about? he wondered. "H... hey," he said, his voice thick. He managed a tired smile. "What time is it?" 

"Noon. I just said." Megan's face looked bemused. She wore a charcoal-gray t-shirt and lightly torn jeans. "You were talking in your sleep." 

"What'd I say?" He began to be nervous. 

Megan shrugged. "I couldn't tell. You sounded worried, though." 

Jake told her about the dream, and Megan's brow furrowed. "Natalie," she said. "Natalie's the one who can bring this all crashing down. Nobody else. And that's the question, isn't it?" 

"What?" Jake didn't get it. 

"What do we tell Natalie? About us?" 

Jake blinked. Oh. "I have no idea," he said slowly. "But it can't be the truth." 

"I don't know," Megan said, brushing her hair behind one ear. "She might be understanding. She loves us." 

Jake didn't feel like arguing. "Maybe," he allowed. "But let's talk about more important things, like where you're taking us next on this trip." He poked her in the side with his finger. "It better be even better than Uncle Chuck's." 

Megan poked him back. "You'll see," she said. "I already made the reservations for tonight, too." She took a long look at him, and smirked. "Now get some goddamn clothes on before I suck your dick again and put you back under." 

Jake rolled out of bed, stretching mightily. Yawning, he shuffled out of his uncle's bedroom and downstairs to get dressed. He paused at a large gilded mirror in the hallway near the steps. You lucky sack of shit, he told his reflection. You've got the best woman in the world, all to yourself. He looked himself in the eye. Don't you dare fuck it up. "I won't," he promised. "Not for anything." Don't forget about Natalie. Jake was annoyed. "I won't, goddamn it." He walked away before the mirror could reply. 

Jake dressed casually and packed quickly. In less than ten minutes, he was prepared. As they left through the front door, they could hear the sound of the lake crashing against the shore behind and below them. I'll miss this place, Jake thought to himself as he looked to Megan, who was putting on a pair of aviator sunglasses. This is where my life began again. 

Megan gave him directions as they drove through the countryside further to the south. He held her hand during the drive, enjoying her touch. The sky was blue and cloudless, the grass green and lush. The sun shone down on them, and Jake had never been happier. 

Some hours later, Megan announced they had arrived when he entered the city limits of a small town. Jake could immediately tell it was the kind of place where Main Street was actually the main street. He was proven correct when Megan directed him there. 

Low brick buildings lined the road; everywhere were small shops, cafes, and ice cream parlors. Young families walked along the sidewalk with their dogs. People stopped to talk to their neighbors. Everyone seemed to know everyone. Jake drove past a small park where a bake sale was taking place to raise money for the local high school. Their mascot was, inexplicably, the Wallaby. 

"Keep going straight," Megan advised. "And try not to hit any small children. Those fuckers are out in droves today." 

"You were born to be a mother," Jake said dryly. Megan punched his arm in reply. 

Eventually they arrived at what billed itself as a bed and breakfast. "It's a motel with a diner attached," Megan grumbled. "Fuckin' lying-ass city government websites. I want my refund." 

Jake parked and exited the vehicle in unison with Megan. She dug around in her pockets and withdrew a pack of Camels for her first cigarette in days. "Got one for me?" Jake asked. He'd left his at home. 

Her Zippo pinged open and snapped shut as she lit up. "No way," Megan said around her smoke. She took a drag and exhaled. "I try and save you from a vehicular manslaughter charge and you make snarky comments about my maternal instincts. Get your own, why don't you." 

Jake walked toward her, palms up in mock surrender. "Easy, now. Just hand them over slowly." 

Megan stuffed her Camels in her back pocket. "No goddamn way. You'll have to kill me first." She backed up as he approached, a smile beginning to form on her lips. 

Jake dashed forward and bear-hugged his laughing sister, lifting her up and tickling her sensitive sides while she squirmed. Her t-shirt bunched up and shifted higher and higher on her body, exposing her stomach and threatening to uncover her breasts. 

"I give up!" she cried. Jake set her down at once, kissing her on top of the head as she pulled her shirt back down. 

"Good call. Now gimmie." He held out his hand expectantly, and Megan flipped him her pack. He caught it, put a cigarette in his mouth, and then looked at her plaintively. 

Megan sighed and opened her Zippo again, sparking a flame and holding it up for him. "The things I put up with for love," she muttered. 

As Megan lit her second cigarette, Jake finished his and went into the motel's lobby through spotless glass doors. Motel or not, he could tell the place was well kept. The linoleum was polished to a mirrored glow and fresh-cut flowers were set out here and there in vases. He approached the front desk, and was greeted by a smiling youth of no more than sixteen. His nametag read "Derrick." 

"Hi there!" Derrick said brightly. "Reservation?" 

"It should be under Jake or Megan." 

Derrick bobbed his head. "Yes sir, and congratulations." 

"What for?" 

Derrick looked confused. "You booked the honeymoon suite." 

Jake stifled a groan. This is exactly her idea of funny. "My...wife has outdone herself." 

Derrick took a long look behind Jake through the glass doors into the parking lot where Megan stood. "And if I may say, she's very lovely." He gave Jake a conspiratorial look. "Very." 

Jake resisted the urge to punch him in the mouth. "Yeah. Thanks." He took the room keys when they were offered, and considered telling the kid that it was his sister and he could go fuck himself, but Jake decided that could raise potential complications. Instead, Jake quietly left out of the lobby the way he came in, approaching Megan once again. 

She had an innocent look. "Get the keys?" 

"The honeymoon suite? Really?" He couldn't help but laugh. 

"Can you believe they actually have one? This entire town is like Pleasantville, USA." 

Jake had to agree. "I swear to God I saw an apple pie cooling on somebody's windowsill." 

"Liar." 

"Well, not exactly. But I did see an old-school barbershop back there." He pointed. "I could stand a trim." 

Megan shrugged. "Why not? Let's get unpacked and have our night on the town." 

They honeymoon suite was tacky, but immaculate. "More avocado in here than a guacamole bowl," were Megan's words as she observed the decor. But the bed was wide, the towels were fresh, and judging by the temperature the window-unit air conditioner clearly worked, which negated Jake's only three concerns. 

Megan changed out of her travel clothes in the bathroom while Jake changed in the bedroom. It pleased Jake that they were a little shy around one another, still. He chose a polo shirt and khakis. Eventually Megan emerged wearing a thin, soft-looking green and white striped shirt and brand-new blue jeans. She looked a little nervous, and Jake noticed he was on edge, too. It's our first actual date, he realized. 

They had dinner at the attached diner, sitting near another couple that looked to be passing through along with a few locals. Jake had a chicken sandwich and Megan a burger. They decided to split a slice of the diner's "famous" lemon meringue pie, which ended up being the color of a hi-lighted canary topped with whipped cream. Megan took one look at it and refused a bite. "Anything that color has got to be radioactive," she said. Jake ate it all the same, and afterwards declared it was terrible. 

Later, they walked slowly down Main Street hand in hand looking no different than any other couple. They kissed often and unexpectedly, for no special reason other than they wanted to and could. Our big secret from the world, Jake mused. Catch us if you can. 

The shops were filled mostly with knickknacks that didn't particularly interest Jake but fascinated Megan. He lingered in one shop after she moved on to the next in order to buy an exceptionally ugly porcelain Wallaby wearing overalls. He planned on giving it to Megan after their trip, knowing she would find it hilarious. 

They stopped for ice cream, stopped for coffee, and then stopped at the barbershop. Jake got a haircut form a chattering barber while Megan looked on. Jake saw they gave straight-razor shaves, and once Megan saw the look in his eyes she reached in her pocket and paid for one. She felt his smooth face afterwards, smiling with approval. "Maybe we should have him do my... you know..." she whispered. 

"He should pay you for that," Jake said, too loudly. The barber pretended not to hear. I guess I tipped him well enough. 

By then the sun had long since set, and it was time to retire for the evening. Jake and Megan made the long walk back to their room in silence under starlight, the weight of the night beginning to settle on them. As they arrived at the front door, Jake bade Megan to wait for a moment. He opened the door and surprised his sister by scooping her up in his arms and carrying her laughing across the honeymoon suite's threshold. He dumped her on the bed and turned to push the door closed. 

"I think I'll take a shower." He kicked off his shoes. "You want to order us a movie? I bet -" as Jake turned back to look at her, something in her eyes made him stop dead. She rose from the bed and pushed him against the wall. Hard. 

"No," she growled. When Jake started to open his mouth, she pushed him again. "I said no." He had never seen her so angry. "I've waited my entire life for this. We both have. I'm not waiting another second, not for anything." She kissed him on the lips roughly, and as she pulled back Jake saw it again in her eyes: a raw, animal energy. Eyes blazing, Megan said, "So get over here and fuck me, because I'm tired of waiting and I think you are, too." She backed slowly away, hands back at her sides, waiting for her brother to make his move. 

Jake moved. Putting his hands on her shoulders, Jake pushed her back gently until she sat on the edge of the bed. "Lose the clothes," he told her. She tugged her shirt up and over her head while he did the same, and peeled off her jeans while he dropped his khakis. She wore black lingerie, a shade darker than sheer. "Lay back." 

Megan reclined on the bed, and Jake stood over her, hands gripping the waistband on her panties. She saw it in his eyes before he asked. "Yes," she said. "I'm sure." 

Jake nodded, and gradually pulled down until she was finally exposed. A small neat patch of brown pubic hair sat above short, puffy pussy lips. Already, he could see cum moistening them. 

Jake dropped to his knees, slowly pushed her legs apart, and moved in between them. Leaning in, he kissed her there and Megan gasped, half sitting up so she could watch him. Jake sucked lightly on each lip one at a time, feeling the heat radiating off of her moist cunt as he did. He inhaled her fragrance, relishing it. This, the woman that he loved, who was to be his at last. 

Jake slid his tongue in between her lips, tasting his sister for the first time. Finding that she tasted sweet, finding that he loved her taste, Jake took a long, slow lick from the base of her up to the clitoris. Megan gasped again as the tip of his tongue flipped her clit just once. "More," she breathed. "Please." 

He licked her again exactly the same, only he flicked her clit twice. She moaned sharply; her stomach rippled and clenched as she did. Jake took his fingers and parted her lips, exposing her pink to him. Cum dribbled out in a fluid stream, tricking down her to patter on the bed sheet. Jake licked at it, too, letting it sit on his tongue before swallowing. I could do this all night, Jake thought. Just eat her cum until the sun came up. Perhaps he would, one day. 

Returning to her clit, this time Jake circled his tongue around it once, causing Megan to inhale sharply. Jake moved downward to her hole, lapping more cum out before returning back up to his sister's clit again. Literally dripping with cum, Megan's breath was short and ragged; her knuckles were white from her grip on the top sheet. She squirmed and moaned, but made no complaint as Jake played his game with her for some time. 

Jake stopped eating her out as he cracked his knuckles, preparing his fingers for their own task. He inserted his index into her wet hole, pushing it in and hooking it up sharply as he did. 

"Yes!" Megan shouted. She squeezed her cunt tightly around his intruding digit reflexively. 

Jake grinned, pleased with himself. He slid in a second finger smoothly, stretching her slightly as he did so. He couldn't believe how tight she was. A virgin? he wondered. He doubted it. Surely she'd lost her hymen to someone. Or something. A dildo would work just as well. 

In and out, Jake thrust his fingers inside her as he licked her clit some more. As Megan writhed, he focused on the sensitive nub while his hand became drenched with her hot liquid. He felt her orgasm moments later, her body shuddering its release then tensing again as he brought her back up to peak once more. This time, she screamed his name before cumming. And that will do wonders for your ego, Jake mused. 

Jake brought her up once more, licking, lapping, and finger fucking until she was just shy of the breaking point again. I've got your timing down now. He stopped everything, and stood up again. 

"What're you doing?" Megan asked, wide-eyed. 

"This," he said, taking off his boxers to release his cock. 

Megan's face split into a wide smile. "Bring him over here," she said. "It's your turn." 

Jake climbed into bed and lay down. She scooted up from the edge of the bed and rolled over to be with him, taking his face into her hands for a long, deep kiss. "So that's how I taste," she murmured. 

Megan unhooked her bra, her breasts bouncing free. Without hesitation, she moved down to her brother's cock and took it into her mouth at once, causing Jake to jump. She worked her mouth around him, sucking lightly as she massaged his shaft with her smooth tongue. 

Jake watched his sister blow him, watched how her breasts moved as she worked him, and watched her eyes watching him. Something about her shameless eye contact made it all the better, all the hotter. Jake had never known something so simple could feel so good. 

Megan tenderly took his balls in her hand, squeezing so gently he could scarcely feel it, priming him for future orgasm by milking with a feather-light touch. She pulled down in miniature tugs that had Jake's swollen cock somehow swelling even further. Jake began to feel an orgasm build, but knew he needed to hold off. 

All at once, Megan stopped. "Oh no you don't," she admonished, licking his cock once more. "Not yet." 

Jake was stunned. "How...?" 

"Saw it in your eyes. Can't miss it if you know what to look for." She winked, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide. "Now do it," she told him softly. "Do it now." With a look he'd never forget, Megan said, "And don't you dare have sex with me, Jake. Fuck me." 

Jake moved between her legs as Megan bent them up and took her knees in hand, spreading even further. "Fuck me," Megan repeated as Jake got into position. "Fill me," she said as Jake lined his cock up with her cunt. "And you better cum in me." Jake pushed into her with a sharp shove that caused her to scream in ecstasy. Inside she was hot, and wet, and incredibly tight. 

Jake slammed into her repeatedly, spearing her with the entire length of him as she begged him to give her more. Megan's cunt gripped him every time he pulled out and every time he pushed back in. Her cum gushed out of her in wet spurts as he pistoned in and out. Her eyes were wild; her breasts slapped together in time with Jake's fucking. 

Megan humped back into him with everything she had. Releasing her legs to lock loosely around her brother's neck she used her free hand to tug at her nipples and play with her clit. Every nerve in her body was on fire, but still she wanted more. More than anything, she wanted her brother's cum inside her. 

He knew it was wrong, he knew it was right. He knew as he fucked his sister that he could never stop, would never stop. As he listened to Megan beg for his cock, beg for his cum, beg him to hurry, Jake swore that no matter what he would stay with her through anything and everything. Jake saw it all so clearly. Megan, the little girl he had known. Megan, the awkward teenager. Megan, the young woman with full breasts and a wicked smile. Megan, the woman with him now and forever. 

As he plunged in and out of his sister, Jake's blood coursed through his veins like nothing he'd ever felt. His vision narrowed and his breath became shallow. He felt his cum building, felt himself tighten, felt his blood surging even harder throughout his body. He felt himself lose what little control he had left. 

"Cum in me!" Megan commanded as she went over the edge herself. "Cum in me now!" 

With a roar, Jake came. He erupted into her insides in long geysers, spraying her with his seed. He shot everything he had deep, and rammed it in deeper as he continued to heave into her until he could do no more. 

Jake fell to one side, utterly spent. His every muscle seemed to give out at once. Megan curled up against him in the fetal position, shaking from the flood of sexual afterglow. The room smelled of sweat and sex. 

Jake pulled the bedcovers up over both of them, suddenly cold from the air conditioning on his sweat-covered body. Yet as tired as he was, he found that he couldn't sleep. Judging from Megan's breathing, she was still awake, too. 

"Hey," he said. "You alright?" He put a hand on her shoulder. 




Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 03



"Better than I've ever been," she whispered, her voice shaking. She turned over to face him. "Better than perfect." She grimaced. "Naturally, now I have to pee." She sighed as he chucked, getting up to take care of her business. 

Jake rolled to his back, sighing happily. And this is only the beginning, he knew. We've just barely gotten started. "You want to grab Natalie's laptop on your way back? We could watch one of her movies in bed together." 

"Sure," Megan replied, washing her hands before retrieving the computer. She slipped back under the sheets, and Jake wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she snuggled up to him. Megan set the laptop between them, opening the lid to browse the titles. "We've seen damn near every one of these," she said. Then she noticed a new folder, simply labeled "37 - Caitlyn." She opened it with a double-click. "That's weird," Megan said. "They're just numbered, not labeled." 

"Open one anyway. It could be a documentary about whittling and I'd be good with it at this point." You could saw my leg off right now and I'd just sit here smiling. 

Megan took his advice, choosing one at random. She opened a file, and then the world seemed to come to a stop. 

They watched it all from start to finish: They saw Caitlyn and her brother, Nick. They saw them kiss. They saw them fuck. They saw Caitlyn's cunt leaking her brother's cum as she flashed it to the camera afterwards, smiling widely. 

Mouth open in shock, Megan turned to Jake. "What just happened?" 

"And why is it on Natalie's computer?" 

Megan hadn't considered that. "Holy fuck. Do you think... is she into this too?" 

Jake couldn't comprehend it. Natalie - sweet, innocent Natalie - getting turned on by incest. He decided to leave that one alone. 

Jake didn't know what to think of Caitlyn and Nick, but he was surprised that he was merely surprised and not horrified. I'm not disgusted by incest, he thought with a start. I'm fascinated by it. "What do you think about this?" he asked slowly, not sure what to make of his own thoughts. 

Megan gave him a sideways look. "I... don't know. What do you think?" she replied carefully. 

"Are we thinking the same thing?" Please, say yes. Please say it's the hottest thing you've ever seen. Please say - 

Megan gave him her grin, and she reached out to delicately take his cock in hand. "Do you want to watch another one?" 

***** 

Natalie and Caitlyn lay out back behind Caitlyn's house near the pool. Sunning themselves, the best friends were topless and counting on the home's high privacy fence and absence of anyone else at the house to keep them from prying eyes. Not that I'd mind, Natalie had to admit. Especially if Nick caught us. The more she thought about him, the more she wondered how he might be in bed. She had said as much an hour before to Caitlyn, who had encouraged Natalie to flirt with him. 

"I'm telling you," Caitlyn had said as she put on lotion, "it works. Go around him with no bra and no panties on. Find a way to brush against him, to flash him 'accidentally.' Give my brother something to masturbate to. Then go in for the kill." She had grinned then, her moistened breasts shining in the sun. "Just be sure to record it for me. That's my one and only request. Fuck him all you want, just do it on camera." 

Natalie had never thought of anyone masturbating to her, and the idea thrilled her more than she could say. The idea of a little exhibitionism appealed to her, too. The next time he fucks his sister he might close his eyes and think of me. The very notion made her wet. 

Still, Natalie struggled with her inherent shyness. She had successfully hidden her rapidly budding sexuality from others for so long that she only knew how to express it around Caitlyn. I can learn, though, she knew. I can find a way to make it work. Natalie wanted to see how far she could take things before she hit the line between right and wrong. I'll keep saying yes until I have to say no, she resolved. I won't stop until I have to. 

At present, Natalie had other concerns that she had to discuss with Caitlyn: what to do about Jake. "I'm just not sure," Natalie said. "I want incest more than you'd believe, I just don't know that I want him." 

Caitlyn shrugged, her small breasts barely jiggling as she did. "So go after Megan. We already know you like pussy." 

Natalie shook her head. "That one I'm more sure of. I really don't think I want any women besides you." She swiped a strand of blonde hair off her forehead, sighing. "It's not that I wouldn't fuck him, it's that I'm not sure I want to. Does that make sense?" 

"Sort of," Caitlyn said. "That's a fine line between the two, but I think I get it. Like, you'd take his cock if it was there but you're not sure you want to be the one to make it happen." 

Natalie giggled. She makes it sound like I'm on the fence about eating chocolate during a diet. "Something like that anyway." 

"So take some steps and see how it feels," Caitlyn urged. "What works with Nick will work with Jake." She cocked an eyebrow at Natalie. "Nat, think of making your brother masturbate to you. Come on now. That's hot." 

Natalie laughed. This conversation is so wrong. "That I like," she was forced to admit. 

Caitlyn wiped a line of sweat from her brow. "I thought so. So will you do it? Will you see how it feels to just push the boundaries just a little bit?" 

I'll keep saying yes until I have to say no. "Yes. I'll do it." 

Caitlyn nearly shook with glee. "Fuck yes you will! Oh my God, you have to tell me the second you do it. I seriously have to know everything." 

The friends schemed for a time, planning out how Natalie might seduce Jake. They ran through every plausible scenario as to how she could do it, what she would say, and when. "Timing is everything," Caitlyn told her. "Make sure he's the only one who catches you, but make sure he catches you." 

By the time they finished talking, Natalie was as horny as she'd ever been. "Let's watch a movie," she suggested, not having to say what kind. Caitlyn readily agreed, and as they took a quick dip in the pool to rinse off Natalie reflected that she couldn't possibly have a better friend. 

By the time they made it to Caitlyn's bedroom, both were naked and ready. "Get your laptop," Caitlyn requested, "so we can do it in bed. My computer monitor's too small to see from here." 

Natalie dug through her backpack, and froze when she saw what she had. She had found a laptop, but it was the wrong one. "Caitlyn. There may be a big problem." 

***** 

The next morning after a brief discussion, Jake and Megan had decided to spend the rest of their vacation at Uncle Chuck's lake house. "It's perfect," Megan had said, "so why mess with a good thing?" Jake didn't disagree. 

Over the course of that week Jake and Megan grew closer, finding new meaning in their being together. Old anxieties slipped and fell away as they remembered why they loved each other in the first place; they accepted each other unconditionally and, in doing so, came to believe their relationship would work. 

They became sun-browned on the beach by day, spending long nights together resting, talking, playing, joking, laughing, and making love. They explored each other's bodies endlessly, and still their intimacy grew day by day. The clean clear water and hot sun were enlivening, the cool breezes and serene starlight rejuvenating. The lake house was their own separate place, a world apart, a world at peace with itself. Life was simple. They were completely content. 

And now it's the last night of the last day, Jake reflected, and as much as I might dislike it, as much as I might wish to deny it, reality doesn't care if we believe it or not. He stood in the bathroom brushing his teeth while Megan lay in bed reading. He had come to enjoy their simple domestic living, and knew he would miss it when they had to return home. Back to the grand charade, Jake knew. 

They had talked extensively about hiding their relationship, and each knew what had to be done in order to maintain the appearance of being merely brother and sister. Both siblings had come to accept it, albeit reluctantly. There was one more discussion to be had, however. 

Jake finished and shut off the light on his way to bed. Megan looked up as he got in next to her, and set her book down. She grinned. "Movie time?" she asked. The movies on Natalie's computer were an aphrodisiac to them both. 

Jake shook his head no. "Mind-blowingly sexy incest can wait. We have to talk about Natalie." 

Megan nodded. "I'm all ears. What's the plan?" 

Jake scratched his chin, saying, "Let's take it from the top. We obviously know she's into incest." 

"And so are we," Megan replied. "In more ways than one." 

"Correct. Maybe it's fate, maybe it's genetic, but we all get off to it. You and I, though, take it to the next level. We're in it for the long haul, not just fuck buddies. Just because Natalie likes watching Caitlyn and Nick doesn't mean she'd support us." 

"Doesn't mean she wouldn't." 

"Also correct," Jake admitted. "So if we tell her that you and I are in love, she could make my nightmare come true or join us in keeping it quiet. My first instinct is to tell her nothing and live in secrecy." 

"Which I'm not sure we can pull off forever," Megan said with a shrug. "Sooner or later, she might find out. She's not as oblivious as our parents." 

And thank God for their blindness. "Right again. So we have to decide when and how to tell her if it actually comes to that." 

"Yeah. So what's the plan?" Megan wondered. 

Jake took a deep breath. "The first plan is we fake it like we're just brother and sister, because that's what we're having to do with the rest of the world anyway. We pretend we never even saw the movies, and we keep up the big act as long as possible. We only tell her if and when we have to. If that fails, the second plan is we get a feel for her on the whole incest issue by talking to her about how the videos of Nick and Caitlyn are just fine. We explain that we think all relationships between consenting adults are acceptable in our eyes. We tell her that we think anyone can be in love with anyone else. We gauge her reaction to all that so we can see how she would hypothetically react to you and me being together, and then we go from there. " 

Megan was silent for a time, absorbing the idea. "Alright," she said finally. "I can go with that, it's a good place to start. There's just one question: what if she's into one of us? Or both? What do we do then?" 

Jake grunted. Then we shit ourselves literally to death, he didn't say. "I don't feel for her like I feel for you." 

"That doesn't answer the question," Megan said. "Look, she's hot, right? Blonde, blue eyes, huge tits. She's related, and that's part of the kink for us. What's not to like?" 

Jake frowned. "It's not that she isn't attractive per se, it's that I just don't have feelings for her. Therefore, I don't want to bang her." 

"And I'm not into chicks, so problem solved there." Megan gave him a soft kiss on the neck. 

Jake was almost disappointed to hear it. Well, you can't have everything in life, he thought with an inward chuckle. He'd always had a small crush on Natalie's friend, Caitlyn. Megan and Caitlyn together... now there's a movie worth making. "Speaking of movies," he said, "which one do you want to watch this time?" 

Megan adopted a look of deep contemplation, which amused Jake to no end. You'd think I asked her the meaning of life. "I'm always partial to the ones with cum shots. There's something about it... I dunno. The voyeur in me loves it all, but that especially," she said at last. 

And a voyeur you most certainly are, Jake thought to himself. He had discovered that was his sister's second most powerful fetish, and one that he could share with almost equal intensity. "I wish she had a second brother. I'd love to see a double team." 

"I know! Maybe she's got a cousin or something..." Megan giggled. "Jesus, listen to us." 

Jake had an epiphany. "What about Nick and Natalie?" Jake wondered. "Or Natalie and Caitlyn? Maybe Nat's deeper into this than we think." 

Megan's eyes grew wide. "Holy shit. That... wow." She was nearly speechless. "Our little sister and that piece of ass or her brother?" Her grin was wolfish. "That I would pay to watch." 

"Yeah?" 

"Just because I wouldn't fuck her doesn't mean I wouldn't watch her." Her smile spread further. "Honest to God, that makes me wet." 

"Yeah?" he repeated, a smile of his own forming. 

"Come and see," she purred, laying back and pulling off her shirt, her tits springing into view. "You just come and find out for your damn self. Let's see what my cunt thinks of Natalie getting laid." As Jake crawled close, Megan laughed. "In fact, let's see what your cock thinks of it." 

***** 

For nearly seven days, Natalie lived in Hell. Hell isn't hot, Natalie decided on the fourth day. It's numb. 

The initial panic of discovering that Jake and Megan had her laptop with Caitlyn and Nick's videos took the first day to wear off, replaced by a deep dread on the second day that coalesced into a numb state of apathy by the third. I'm already dead, Natalie told herself. What's the big deal? 

To Natalie, it was a forgone conclusion that the videos would be found. All three siblings shared a passion for movies, and using each other's computers was practically second nature; they shared everything. It was thus that Natalie had given up by the fifth day. The sixth was merely the dull agony of depression. And here we are on lucky number seven, the day Jake and Megan return home. 

Natalie's pain couldn't have been a tenth of Caitlyn's, she knew. Not that she's in a hurry to speak to me right now. Ultimately Caitlyn stood the most to lose, depending on Jake and Megan's reaction. Jail is an option, Natalie knew. Incest is illegal, after all. She didn't think it would come to that. She certainly prayed it didn't. 

Nothing Natalie did could break through this gray wall of pain; her guilt knew no bounds. She didn't eat or sleep and she couldn't weep, yet she knew when her brother and sister returned home she nevertheless had to act as if everything was normal. They'll know, but maybe we can all just play along until we die. It was the closest thing to hope that she had. 

It was nearly noon, and Natalie waited in an easy chair in the living room for her brother and sister. Any minute now, she knew. Any motherfucking cock-sucking goddamned shit-licking minute. She resisted the urge to look at the clock for the hundredth time. Her one blessing was that she would welcome them alone without her parents to interfere. Thank God they're both gainfully employed, and for more reason than one. 

Natalie heard the garage door rise, signaling it was time for her game face. Show time. She stood, affected a smile, and checked herself in the mirror. I look like a corpse. She tried smiling wider. I look like a corpse with Botox. 

The door from the garage opened and Natalie spun around and gave it her best. "Jake! Megan! Hi!" 

"Hello!" Megan cried, too excited to be believed. Jake's smile looked painted on. It's over and it hasn't even begun. Natalie kept her composure anyway. 

Jake, luggage in hand, strode past Natalie with uncharacteristically long steps while Megan gave Natalie a completely out-of-character hug. She gushed at how good Natalie looked. Fuck you, Natalie almost said. 

"How've you been?" Megan asked. Natalie waited until Jake was out of sight, and then she let the façade drop. 

"Just say it," Natalie said quietly. "Just fucking say it." She collapsed onto the sofa, head in her hands. "Tell me what we both already know." 

"I don't..." 

"Just tell me," Natalie said in a strangled shout, looking up at her. "Tell me! Please! Tell me so I can get some sleep." Tears came unbidden to her blue eyes. 

Megan's face fell; she nodded, and sat next to her sister. "Alright. We know." Megan put an arm around Natalie. "We know, Nat. But we don't care." 

Natalie took a long, unbelieving look at her. "Don't fucking lie to me." Rage crept into her voice. 

"I'm not," Megan said sharply. Then, more calmly, "I'm not. Really." 

"You don't think I'm a freak." 

"No. We don't." 

"You don't think I'm a pervert." 

"Not at all." 

Natalie stared. "I don't get it." She shook her head. "I don't. You're supposed to think this is disgusting and awful and wrong." 

"Natalie," Megan said. "We watched the movies together and we don't see anything wrong with them. Jake and I don't care." 

For a long moment Natalie was silent. Megan's words nagged at her. Something isn't right here. Then, all at once, it came to her. "Wait a minute," she said slowly. "You said 'We.' As in 'We watched the movies.' Together. Meaning you both watched the movies, together." 

"Y... yes," Megan said hesitantly. 

"So the two of you watched multiple movies together, voluntarily. You chose to watch incestuous movies together." 

Megan turned red. "No, no, you've got it all wrong. We saw them accidentally. We were in bed together, and-" 

"You were in bed together watching multiple pornographic movies?" 

"No! I mean, yes, but not like that. We only watched them because they were hot," she sputtered. 

Realization cut through Natalie like sunlight through shadow. "You both enjoyed it. Didn't you." The apathy died. "You both like incest, too." The numbness faded away. 

Megan turned white. "We didn't like them! You have to believe me! We just watched them all because we were bored!" 

"All! You said 'all!' Mother of God! Oh, my God!" Natalie nearly shrieked. "It's incest and you both love it!" 

And Megan ran. 

***** 

Megan sprinted down the hall and crashed into Jake's room, slamming the door shut then smashing nearly full force into him as he was unpacking his clothes. An armload of socks flew straight into their air. "What the fuck!" he shouted in surprise.  

"I fucked it up!" Megan hissed. "I fucked it all up!" 

"You fucked what up?" Jake laughed. "Hang on, I can't take you seriously with a sock on your head." He delicately removed it. 

"I told her we like incest, Jake! I told her we watched the movies together!" Jake clearly didn't understand, so Megan continued, "Think about it, god damn it! She knows we watched lots of porn together in bed. She's a cunt hair away from figuring out what's really going on!" 

Jake's jaw dropped. "No way," he said. "Not possible." 

"Yes possible!" 

"No. No, no. You're not thinking straight." 

Suddenly, a knock at the door. "Jake? Megan? Can we please talk?" Natalie's voice. 

Before Megan could stop him, Jake opened the door with almost a flourish. "Nat!" he said. "So Megan told you we're OK with everything." 

"Yes!" Natalie bubbled. "I can't tell you how relieved I am." 

Jake nodded magnanimously. "Yes indeed. We get that any two adults can be in love, and that we don't have the right to judge." 

Natalie rolled her eyes. "The hell with that. You guys think it's hot!" 

"Well, maybe a little," Jake said with a hearty chuckle. "It is pretty kinky." 

"I can't wait to watch more of these together with you guys! I just know Caitlyn will be OK with it now that we're all in this together!" 




Wrong Can Still Be Right Ch. 03



"Uh... what?" 

Natalie snickered. "Very funny. We all love it, don't you get it? We don't have to hide. We can share it together! I can't wait to tell Caitlyn." 

As Natalie virtually skipped out of the room, Megan swallowed a sigh. And that, she thought to herself, is how we created a porn-addicted monster. Jake's first plan had failed, and the second hadn't gone as planned. Still, at least our secret is safe for the moment. Megan turned to Jake, arms crossed. "Happy?" 

"Not very. We just became porn buddies with our youngest sister by accident." Jake shrugged. "It's not the worst thing that I ever heard, though. We can still get a feel for how she feels about incest, assuming it isn't all about the sex. That door didn't close, it just didn't exactly open." 

Megan nodded. "True, but keep in mind that now Caitlyn's in the picture, too." 

"Natalie seems to think Caitlyn's going to be fine that we know since we aren't freaking out about it. What's the problem there?" Jake wondered. 

"The problem is she's somebody else we may need to let in on our big secret," Megan replied. "We've now gone from an incest triangle to... ah... an incest square?" Geometry may not be the best source for metaphor here. "Look, the bottom line is on top of us trying to figure out how to handle Natalie, Caitlyn is about to know you and I are getting off to her fucking her brother. That means she's in on more than we want her to be when it comes to you, me, and incest. We'd be better off if she thought we despised the very idea of it. Let's just hope she doesn't find out anything else." 

Jake looked contemplative as Megan finished. "Ok, I see what you're saying. So where do we go form here?" 

Megan gave a sardonic smile. "Nowhere - we wait. I need to find out where Caitlyn's head is at, and how to keep her at bay. She'll come to us, though. Just watch." 

Jake was surprised. "And why is this all suddenly your responsibility?" 

"Because Caitlyn's wanted to fuck you since she first learned what goes where," Megan said flatly. "Everyone will be a lot happier if she just keeps fucking her brother. And who knows, maybe we'll get some more movies out of that little relationship. Things might just work out in our favor." 

Jake laughed. "Sure, what could go wrong?" 

Everything, Megan might have said.