14 comments/ 20532 views/ 60 favorites Joyful Joyful By: GrandTeton Looking down from the back bedroom window at our backyard pool I was seeing a glorious sight this morning. On the left, in the red bikini, was my brunette younger sister May, stretched out on the lounger. May (her version of Marie-Thérèse) was about five foot six and whatever weight made her such a marvellous looking woman. She was nineteen and had a delicious ass, lovely legs, strong back, wide shoulders. She had free flowing dark brown hair, not quite black. On the right, in the white bikini, was May's best friend Jennifer. Jenn was almost identical in size to May, with the same lovely legs and wide shoulders, blonde rather than brunette. She was tanning on the other lounger, face covered but showing a marvellous chest, with breasts that I would guess were a little larger than May's, challenging the ability of her bikini to conceal them. If that bikini's true purpose in life was to tempt, it succeeded beyond its wildest dreams with me. So who is this perving my baby sister and her best friend? Every red-blooded man in the community who had the chance, I'd guess. May and Jenn were hot hot hot. I suppose you mean me. Fair enough, since our backyard is fairly well enclosed and I would say the bedroom window I was looking out of was the only place you could see them from. I'm Robichaud Joseph Comeau. Yes, that's a terrible handle to hang on a guy. I'm usually known as Robbie because no one will call me Joe. I'm shorter than May, built fairly square though none of it is fat, and forever resentful that when May shot up to her present height she left me behind and I never caught up. How can you be a big brother to a sister taller than you are? When I was younger, and still taller than May, we'd been pretty good friends. I looked out for her and we would play together and spend time together at home. We probably got along better than a lot of siblings. We still do, really, though I'm often in denial about it. It's hard to stay resentful about the unfairness of life if life's not really unfair. When May took that growth spurt when she was eleven and I was thirteen, I never caught up. There were probably a lot of reasons for us growing apart, at least a little, not just the height thing. She was beautiful and affable. I wasn't. The end result was that for the past eight years we probably didn't exchange more than a half dozen words in a day. I had no idea what she did, or wanted to do, or liked doing now. As far as I knew, she had about the same idea of my activities, hopes, fears, preferences. An unfortunate turn of events from what had been quite wonderful for us as children. I'm overstating how far apart we were, a lot. We stayed friends, sort of, just not as close as we once were. We did talk. I knew what she wanted to do in life. I guess what I've just said is more about how I felt than what we were actually like. I'm French, back somewhere. I'm not ever at a loss for words. So I put words around something to describe it in terms that fit with the dark way I used to see the world, more than the way the world actually was for me. The height thing bothered me a lot more than I let on. Part of what kept us apart, I think, at least in my mind, even if it wasn't so in fact, was May's friendship with Jenn. A good many guys end up married to their sisters' best friends. Lots of time together, a chance to see all the good and the bad, makes sense. Me, I was scared of Jenn, or at least I thought I was, even though I'd known her well for the past twelve years. She was a part of May, and I'd looked out for her, and played with her, and hung out with her, the same as I'd done with May. Jenn was too good looking for words, just like May. May was my sister; I wasn't expected to ask her out. I could cope with the beauty, mostly by ignoring it. Jenn was a potential date. She was simply too hot for me. I didn't have any real women in my life. Mom doesn't count. I didn't have any women friends. If I had, I might have been able to at least tolerate Jenn. I hardly had girlfriends. There is no way I would ever have the nerve to ask that blonde goddess for a date. Jenn was taller than I was, too. Of course. She was the same size as May. I don't mean that Jenn was snooty or anything. She'd always been nice to me. I only mean that Jenn was so bloody gorgeous and I wasn't that she scared me away. She was meant for some blond Adonis, captain of the football team type. I always figured I was meant for the short fat girl, who wouldn't even say hello to me. I didn't like her much, either. At least Jenn would say hello. Okay, I'm overstating again. I'm impressing what was in my mind on the real world, and it doesn't match too closely. I was never all that scared of any woman. It wasn't until later that I figured maybe I should have been. Remember the French blood. To make matters worse, or at least unfair, May and Jenn were both really nice. Someone that gorgeous ought to be stuck up and snooty. Neither of them was. They were good people. I'm trying to be honest, here, and I'm giving two pictures: me in a world of friendship and, if not love, regard, and me in a world constrained by being shorter than I thought I should be, dark and lonely. One was real and one was in my head. Thank goodness the one in my head is long gone. I got a mean erection, naturally enough, with all that feminine beauty out there in the yard by the pool, and I was spanking myself, too. They were something else. I went into my room to give myself some real attention. A few minutes later I raced into the bathroom to unload before I made an awful mess of myself and my bed and stopped dead. I hadn't noticed that the door had been closed, but of course not locked, and there I was with my hand around a painful wanker, just about ready to unload, and in front of me was Jenn, one of the two goddesses of my dreams, who'd just been undoing the strings to her top and jumped about two feet off the ground when I came hurtling in. Well, her top came off and my wanker went off at the sight and I was filthy and she was grabbing her breasts with her hands and her top was nowhere in sight and I reversed and ran out again. There was another bathroom in my parents' room which we were forbidden to use. I went in anyway to clean up. I picked up a towel to cover my nakedness and slid back into my room to change. The sight of Jenn had been something else, because her hands hadn't been fast enough or big enough and her top was over my shoulder. I hadn't known. I'd seen all kinds of tits on the net. "The Internet is for Porn" is a wonderful song from Avenue Q, a Broadway show no less, which won a Tony. And it's true. I'd seen bigger, smaller, ones the same. But I'd never seen better, and I'd never seen 'em live. And I'd never seen ones that were breasts, instead, attached to a real, wonderful person who actually spoke to me sometimes. Well, most of the time if I gave her a chance. They'd been round and creamy, with light pink circles around a slightly darker pink nipple. I knew the names of all the parts but seeing them live blew me away. They were perfect, adorable. I had to see them again. I had to see Jenn again. I had to get the hell out of there before I did something really stupid. Her top dangling over my shoulder re-awoke me to reality. Geez, I'd messed up big time. I went back to the other bathroom, still closed. I knocked gently. "Jenn, I'm sorry I walked in on you." That was more than I'd spoken to Jenn in three months. Well, at least in the last three minutes. Remember the two pictures. "It's okay, Robbie. Have you seen my top?" "Right here, it must have caught on me when you jumped. Open the door and I'll slip it inside." The door opened a crack, and I slipped her top in to her. Maybe she was going to open the door wider. I held the knob firmly, immovably, just in case. On purpose. I was restraining me, and being courteous. I may have been a pervert ogling the beautiful girls in my backyard, but I couldn't be anything but nice to them in person. Not and survive if May found out. It was like porn that way. When I looked at the girls through the upstairs window, it was somehow like they were on a computer screen, put up for my pleasure. I was anonymous, a voyeur, not a participant. I couldn't take that advantage of them when they were right in front of me. It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be safe. Yeah, my head wasn't messed up as much as you might think. "Thank you." Jenn had come out of the bathroom. "Lots of guys would never have given it back." I'd never thought of that. Oh hell. It had smelled of her, a special scent. If I'd kept it and May found out, they'd have to measure my remaining lifespan on that atomic clock they've got somewhere. "Guys who gave it back would have tried to see, even cop a feel." I couldn't do that. "You were a sweetheart." She bent down (she was taller than I was) and kissed me, right on the cheek, one of the two hottest girls in the entire university kissed me on the cheek. I was never going to wash again. Not until Mom caught up with me, anyway. "You didn't have to do that. It was my mistake in the first place. I didn't knock. I forgot you were here." That sounds like a lie, but it wasn't. I hadn't converted the two beauties in the backyard into real people who might have come into the house. That's a difference between porn and real. Maybe I had to sort out some other differences, too. "You're a pretty good guy, Robbie. See you later." I damn near melted. Another one fooled. She went out to the pool again and I watched her every step of the way, that flawless back framed by the wide shoulders, crossed only by the tie to her top, that wonderful bum rolling with each step - naturally, not exaggerated, I think - and those gorgeous long legs. I was in lust. Maybe love, too, but lust for sure. I retreated to my room after that faux pas with Jenn, before May could give me shit for being an asshole, which in a way I'd been, barging in through the closed door to the bathroom. If it had been May she'd have tied her top first, then knocked my block off. Deservedly so, too. A little later, getting near lunch, I slid back to my observation post. Was I glad I did! Both girls had their tops all the way off. Jenn was tanning her back, but I could see the edges of her breasts where they were squished against the lounger. They hadn't been huge or anything, just middle-sized and absolutely gorgeous. They had been a little too much for her smallish hands to cover, just like they were peeking out from underneath her as she lay on her stomach, together with that fine back, lovely ass and scrumptious legs. My eyes glided reluctantly away to the other backyard goddess, my sister May. Holy shit, she was tanning her front, and shoving her boobs through my eyeballs. I suppose that's not what was actually going on, but it sure seemed like it. If May's breasts were smaller than Jenn's, it wasn't by much. She had glorious breasts, too, round and perfect, with browner areolae and darker nipples. I was transfixed. What a wonderful sight! I may not have been God's gift to women, being as I've said short and square, but I wasn't stupid. Not too often, anyway. May says I'm deluded more than stupid, and I do it to myself. I slipped down to the kitchen (yeah, I had a super hard on) and rustled up some lunch for me and the girls, something simple but elegant, like a ham sandwich. Being careful not to be seen ogling their fantastic bodies, I called out through the screen door: "I've got some lunch here. Would you like to come in, or would you prefer that I bring it out to you?" I heard them discussing their options at some length, although I couldn't make out individual words. "Thanks, Robbie," May yelled back. "We've had a fair bit of sun so it's probably best if we eat inside." "Whatever you'd like. Any preferences for something to drink?" "Pop would be good, thank you." No. Thank you, May. I can ogle even better indoors and you two are certainly worth an ogle or three. I really couldn't bring myself to actually ogle my sister and her friend while we all ate lunch together. They were right in front of me. It wouldn't have been polite. Or safe. It was beautiful scenery, nevertheless. May had thrown on a beach top, which didn't hide much, but Jenn hadn't bothered to cover up at all. I was looking, but resolutely not staring at either of them. We were having a three-way conversation about our preferences in music, and it was only polite to look at the person you were talking to, even if it meant you weren't going to be able to get up from the table. "Thank you, Robbie," May said when lunch was done. She gave me a quick kiss, right on the lips. A fantastic kiss from a goddess right on my lips. I was in heaven. I dropped back to Earth really fast when I remembered that particular goddess was my dangerous sister. I was no god to be having improper thoughts about my sister. Who was taller than I was. "Jenn and I are probably going to have a short nap before we go out again. Then we'll probably do some pool time. Want to come out with us when we do?" "Sure. I was thinking of maybe doing some laps." "Thank you, Robbie." Jenn's voice was even quieter than usual. "You've been a great guy, today. I look forward to our time in the pool together, later." Jenn didn't kiss me, but she didn't have to. The beautiful tones of her low voice made my cheek throb where she'd kissed it earlier. But then, Jenn had always been nice to me. I cleaned up in the kitchen. I wanted to go downstairs to practise, but I figured the sound would bother May and Jenn as they napped, so I did some advance reading in one of the college courses I would be taking in the fall. I would be in fourth year engineering. I hadn't thought about it before, but the girls would be starting second year college, and both had chosen my university again. Jenn was doing something in health care, I thought, and May was doing design. She'd always had exquisite taste. For some reason I'd had very little to do with either of them all last year, perhaps because they were in a dorm and I shared an apartment with a couple of fourth-year guys. While it hadn't come up, I wouldn't have let either one of them near my "sisters". About 2:00 May called for me and I hurtled downstairs. I looked forward to some time with May and Jenn. We hadn't had all that much time together, and I'd been more distant than I should. Somehow, we were coming together more today than we had for a long time. It felt good to be getting back to those days of friendly camaraderie. We played in the pool together, nothing too overt, even though I felt surrounded by bare limbs and gorgeous bodies. I kept my mind on friendship and kinship, and my hard under water. I put in twenty laps or so and told the girls I needed a nap. More than a nap I needed to get away from the girl flesh, on display and tempting me almost beyond endurance. *** May I told all this to Robbie a while after it happened, and Jenn told him a lot of it too, so it belongs in his story even though he wants me to tell it. Probably figures you're more likely to believe me than him, since it says some pretty good things about him, mostly undeserved, but some earned. I love my brother enough to lie for him. Jenn and I were lounging around the pool, the same day, actually, that Robbie caught Jenn bare-breasted in the bathroom, scaring her and I think him half to death. Robbie would never have done that on purpose. He might look, and Jenn and I were pretty sure he was looking, but not obviously. He was too much the gentleman. That, or he was scared. He was too insecure, always worried about what a woman might think of him. That's probably a big part of why he didn't go out much. Not a problem. It saved him for us. Robbie had lousy self-confidence with women. He was my big brother, which meant that he was by definition a dork, but he wasn't a bad dork. He seemed to think he was. This is some of the gooey bit you might not believe about Robbie. I told you Robbie was a gentleman. If Jenn or I were in the shower, he would never think of sort of wandering in to see what he could see. Of course, he knew I'd have knocked his block off and told Dad, and that would have been messy. Even so, he never even tried. My girlfriends told me their brothers mostly tried to get a look, even a feel, some of them. Jenn didn't have any siblings and Robbie was all I had, so we didn't have personal experience and didn't know how much exaggeration was involved. Robbie was nice to us, Jenn and me both, and we couldn't have forced that and it didn't come from fear. He did us favours and kindnesses. He was respectful, which wasn't too bad from an older brother. In all his life he never told on me, or told anyone something I'd told him. After I lost my virginity, very unsatisfactorily, I told Robbie all about it. He commiserated with me and hugged it better, not even trying to get a feel. We were closer than he's made it sound, but not as close as I'd like. Until I read his bit, I didn't realize I frightened him, Jenn more so. I didn't know he was sensitive about his height, either. I thought he was pretty near as perfect as an older brother could get. Jenn and I had been joined at the hip for years, probably since we were eight. We were about a month apart. Jenn was the older. We played together, we were fixtures in each others' houses, we grew into womanhood together. We had no secrets from each other. Well, I had one I kept from her for years. I discovered that day that she had one she kept from me, too. Oddly enough, it was the same secret. Jenn was a sweetheart, low-voiced and reasonable, kind and gentle. I'm not too bad, but I am a little more abrasive, a little more adventuresome. I was the first of us to lose my virginity. I hoped that Jenn learned from it, but I don't think so. She told me her first time hadn't been any fun, either. Apart from making sure Robbie had something to look at, Jenn and I weren't talking about too much of consequence that morning when she dropped a bomb into our discussion of the relative merits of different rock groups. "I think I should be a nun." "What!" "I've had sex four times in my life, May, and it's never been fun, it's never been loving, and I've never come. I feel like a bloody Barbie doll, only warmer. A little." "You need to go out with someone less self-centred. Kinder. Gentler." "Thanks, May, and where do I find that? The last guy I had sex with seemed so gentle and caring, but when it looked like he was going to get into my pants he ripped them off and ripped me up because he wouldn't wait for me to get wet. He got his rocks off and left me high and dry. Not very high, either. Who are these kinder, gentler men? Have you ever met any?" "No. It's been the same for me." "The only goddamn kinder, gentler man I know of is your bloody older brother who I've been carrying a torch for over the last three years and who doesn't even know I exist." Jenn started to cry, which was a little scary since Jenn doesn't cry much. Neither of us turn on the waterworks very often, but Jenn almost never does. She's pretty self-sufficient, and if something hurts her she holds it in. I was stunned. I mean, Robbie? I was in love with Robbie. I had been since we were really small, and still was. That was the secret I'd never told Jenn. You're not allowed to love your brother, not that way. But Jenn? Jenn loved Robbie, too? "Are you talking about my brother Robbie, Jenn? Or somebody else, an older brother I don't know?" "You know I'm talking about your brother Robbie. Admit it, May, he's not a bad soul." "I feel a little creepy when my friend tells me she's in love with my dork of an older brother." "Robbie's a nice dork. You said so yourself." Joyful Joyful "I suppose. I suppose if he weren't my older brother I'd even give him a pass on being a dork." I always thought I should owe my brother big time, just for being there for me, even if I didn't always want him around. Robbie would never agree. He thought he did what big brothers were supposed to do. Yeah, and that not too many of them ever did, from what I'd heard. Robbie had been big brother for Jenn and I both, and that had been a lot better than not having a big brother, no matter how annoying it sometimes was. I'm still sure I could have climbed the tree that Mary Lou fell out of even if she did break her arm. The wheels started turning for me. Maybe there was something I could do for big brother. I guessed, or hoped, it would be something for Jenn, too. "Jenn, we're talking about Robbie, here. You know, my brother? Biggest klutz on the planet? That Robbie?" "Robbie's sweet. He's not a klutz. I know he's a little insecure and lacks self-confidence and pretends he's scared of us, but I think he's okay." "If you think that much of him, why don't you seduce Robbie?" "What? Are you pimping your own brother?" "In a way, maybe I am. We agreed you needed a kinder, gentler man. You said the only kinder, gentler man you could think of was Robbie. I think you're nuts, but go for it, girl." "He doesn't know I exist." "Then show him, damn it. You know Robbie is so insecure that he's afraid to ask a girl out for fear she'll think his only reason is to get into her pants, and he's afraid she'll think less of him for it." "I wouldn't, and I think there are a lot of girls who wouldn't." "Does Robbie know that, though?" "I suppose not." "Are you willing to try?" "Yeah, okay, what have I got to lose? He doesn't pay any attention to me now. It can hardly get worse." I didn't tell Jenn that, yeah, it could get worse. Robbie cold was something you didn't want to see. If that happened you might as well not exist. He'd done that to Dad, once, years ago, over something I'd done that I was being punished for, unfairly to Robbie's eye, and mine, too, at the time and in hindsight. Robbie hadn't spoken to Dad or even acknowledged him for six months, not until Dad apologized to me and made suitable amends. I was only fourteen at the time but that intensity of purpose had impressed the shit out of me, especially because it was about me, not him. I hoped Jenn could carry it off, because if she blew it she was going to be really hurt. "Okay. We know Robbie's probably up there looking. What you need to do is give him something real to look at. If I know him, he's going to be pounding into the bathroom in about five minutes, not even thinking about a closed door because we're out here. You be there, and show some skin! You need to get started. No time like the present." Jenn told me after it had gone well. She'd flashed her breasts at Robbie and made him think it was his fault. "May, he was such a gentleman, so kind and sorry I felt like a shit." "Did you kiss him?" "Yeah. Just on the cheek, as a thank you. Your brother's hot." "I know." Trust me, I know. "We've got to make sacrifices to make this work. Now, we go topless. We've done this before. Take your top off and roll over so all he can see are the sides of your breasts." That's what Jenn did. She'd been toasting her front in the morning. Now it was my turn, and I was flashing my boobs at my brother. Maybe I did that to distract Robbie from Jenn. Maybe I wanted him to pay some attention to me, sister or not. I don't really know. I saw the tiny flash that I'd learned to look for, that showed Robbie was up there watching. A while later Robbie called out that he had lunch for us. We had to decide whether we would go in, or eat out by the pool. Usually I prefer to eat by the pool, but there were complications today. I was trying to get Jenn and Robbie together. At least, that's what was on the top of my mind. "We probably have all the sun we should have for now, and besides, Robbie will eat lunch with us if we go in but he won't stay if he brings lunch out here." "Okay, I guess that makes the decision. Robbie's sweet. But I'm not going to try to seduce him again another day. Too hard on my nerves." "You won't have to." I hoped. "Just keep up the pressure." We went up for a nap after lunch, leaving Robbie to do whatever he was going to do. He said he wanted to do some laps, but he'd wait until we went out again to start. About two o'clock I yelled for Robbie to come join us. He came down quickly, almost as if he'd been waiting, looking properly buff in his swim shorts and sculpted chest. I wanted to jump him then and there, and I might have done it too if I hadn't promised Robbie to Jenn. Probably wouldn't have; I was too scared. What if he said no? After we played a bit, the three of us, and Robbie did his laps, he went up for a nap. I sent Jenn after him. "Make it good, sweetheart." She looked so damn good, a near-naked goddess. She acted scared shitless. I was sure she would succeed, probably, perhaps, and it would be so good for both of them. I was so proud of myself. I was giving the brother I loved to my best friend. As soon as Jenn left I burst into tears. *** Robbie I went up to my room and lay on my bed, trying to decide whether I needed a nap or needed to masturbate. I was hard again and my shorts were wet. I'd just about decided I needed to take care of myself when there was a soft knock at my door. "Come." The door opened. Jenn was standing there, sweet and gorgeous and trembling like a leaf. I got up. A gentleman takes to his feet when a woman enters the room, even his bedroom when you have no idea why she's there. Especially when you want to find out why this very beautiful woman was there. "What can I do for you, Jenn?" I asked. Jenn came a little farther into my room, shutting the door behind her. If it had been me, I would have left the door open, but it was her choice. "Robbie, May said to tell you I was a present, and you have to unwrap me." That wouldn't take much. Jenn was still wearing that stunning white bikini and nothing else. "It's not my birthday." "Then it's your un-birthday. I'm a present to you for being you." "Jenn, sit down here and tell me what it's all about, hey?" Jenn sat and I hugged her up as if she were ten, the same as I hugged May when she had a problem, the same as I used to hug Jenn, who'd always been my other little sister. Jenn had scared me off, though, as soon as she grew boobs. She was so hot, and nice with it, too. God, she was scary. She was a lot more than a boney ten-year-old now. It felt a lot too good to be holding her. "Oh Robbie, it's not right. May said I was to seduce you, and I want to. I want to make love to you, with you. I can't push you into it, make you go where maybe you don't want to go." "You're not dressed to give a guy much choice, sweetheart. This isn't let's give Robbie a hard time and laugh at him, is it. You two never did that, for which I thank you both. You're too well equipped to play that game. There's more, isn't there. Tell me about it." Jenn spilled her guts. I was floored. "I told May I wanted to be a nun because I couldn't find a really caring guy. There are fakes, plenty of them. The only truly caring, kind and gentle guy I know is you. You don't seem to know I exist, not as a woman, anyway. I've had a crush on you for years. Maybe I'm half in love with you, I don't know. May said I had to do something about that. I agreed. Now I can't even seduce you right." She started to cry. I can't take tears, not from a woman who doesn't cry normally. I don't know how to deal with it at all. I did what I could, which was to wrap Jenn up in a big bear hug, and whisper into her ear: "You and May are the most beautiful women on the planet. You don't have to seduce me. I'm too stupid to ask you, maybe. You've been like another sister to me. Guys don't come on to their sisters. Not good ones, or even so-so guys like me." "Robbie, you're the only guy I know who would care about me, what's inside this too-gorgeous skin." "I would love to make love to you. How would I ever know someone as utterly beautiful as you are would ever want to go with somebody short and square and plain like me? But it's not right. I'm not always a caring, kind and gentle guy, and I'm not going to accept you under false pretences." Here I was, cuddling the hottest woman I knew, crying naked, or next to it, in my arms, who said she wanted to make love to me, and I was making excuses why it shouldn't happen. Of course I had an erection. The fiercest erection I'd ever had in my life. I was being a gentleman. Perhaps a very stupid gentleman, but it wasn't right to just take her. "Robbie, I want to be with you. I want to make love with someone who cares about me, not just about scoring the beautiful blonde." "You've always been one of my dream girls, a beautiful, sweet and loving woman." "You're sweet. Make love to me, Robbie. Show me what it's like with someone who cares about me, please?" Well, what is a gentleman to do when the lady asks? I said I was stupid about this, not totally off my rocker. Besides, it's a gentleman's duty to do what a lady asks. "Well, I can't say no, not to you, but I can't promise you it'll be any better. I'm no king stud." "See, you're already more caring than anybody else I've ever been with." "That's nothing special. You truly deserve someone special, you're so special yourself." "Robbie, please, show me what it's like to be loved." "If that's what you want, sweetheart, if that's what you really want, but only if we do this right." "It is what I want, please." What I did next may seem to show that the stupids came roaring back into my head with a vengeance, but I didn't think so. Jenn was offering herself as a one-timer, a chance for her to experience love with someone who cared about her enough to make it good for her. Jenn was a marvellous woman, and if she had some interest in me, as she'd shown, there was at least a chance that we could develop something long-term that might last the summer, and perhaps after. It was that chance that I was prepared to bet today's certainty against. There was a risk, sure. I might never get a chance to make love to someone as wonderful again. The potential reward was beyond price, though. Besides, it was the right way to do things for her, and that's what she'd come to me for. "Jenn, you're a beautiful woman, and a sweetheart, and I feel proud that you want to make love with me. I'm not going to make love with you, today, though. If we made love today, it would be for all of the wrong reasons. I think I could give you a good time, and I'd certainly try, but if we wait a while, I think I can give you a better time." Jenn's face fell, but she listened. "Once we were close, Jenn, you and me, almost as close as May and I were. Let's spend some time and see whether that time won't come back. Let's go out a few times and get to know each other again. Jenn, you're a wonderful woman. Sometimes with sex there's an extra spark between two people. I want to see whether we can develop that spark." "Are you trying to say that maybe we might fall in love? I don't think it works that way, but I'm willing to try." "Sex will go better if we know each other well, Jenn. I want to get to know you again. I don't really think we'll fall in love, though that would be fine by me. Just possibly we might find out that we really are in love, and, perhaps, have been for a long time. We've known each other for years and years. I want to give that spark a chance, because if it's there, it's worth waiting for. Are you with me, girl?" "Yes, Robbie, that's sweet of you. I'd be happy to get to know you again in that perfect understanding we used to have. Who knows, maybe the spark is there. I know I've been half in love with you for a long time." We sort of unwrapped ourselves from each other. "We'd better get back to May," I said. "What am I going to tell May? She'll know I didn't seduce you. I'm a failure as a woman, but I don't feel bad about it. I feel kind of happy." "Tell her that, then, Jenn. Tell her we both think there's a chance something bigger may come out of this, and we're going to put some time in to see whether that's so before we go any farther." May was quite confused when we got back to her. Jenn and I were holding hands, smiling at each other, very happy with each other. It was apparent, at least to May, that we hadn't had sex, and that it didn't matter to us. Jenn told her what I'd suggested. "May, even if the extra is not there, it will be more comfortable for both of us if we can be really good friends again. If it is, or seems it could be, I want to fan it into flame. Robbie needs time to get his head around me, Jenn, as a woman, and not a spare little sister or an adjunct of his little sister." "I guess I have to fade into the background, now." "No, May," I contradicted her. "Unless Jenn and I are on a real date, I expect you to be around. I don't want to come between you and Jenn, because if that happens it will cause pain to both of you. That's not something I want. Besides, I think it would be a good thing for us, you and I, to get to know each other even better, now that I seem to have pulled my head at least part way out of my ass." "That would be better for all of us, Robbie. I don't like to agree with you, about having your head stuck up your ass, but I think you're right. For some reason you did. We'll have to see how far out you've managed to get it." So thank you, May, for that vote of confidence. No, I didn't say it aloud. I really had been a stupid idiot, shutting my sister and Jenn out because of a little thing like height. Damn, I can't even talk about it without making bad puns. I made a real effort the next week to spend a lot of time with Jenn, talking to her, sharing her dreams and aspirations, and mine, too. We thought a lot alike. I was really interested to see how sharp the mind was that operated behind that beautiful face. At the same time, since May and Jenn were so connected, I saw a lot of May, and talked with her, sharing ideas, thoughts, hopes. I became a great deal more aware that they were, each of them, far more than the most beautiful students at the university. They were smart. They were pleasant. They were fun to be with, and comfortable in a sense, too. May had a yen for the outrageous, and could get off some really gross jokes. Jenn's sense of humour was underplayed and often very subtle, but just as devastating. It was really an idyllic time. I was once again becoming good friends with the two of them, only this time on a more equal basis. I wasn't 'big brother' whose role in life was to protect them. I was another friend, someone close you could pour your heart out to and know he sympathized, and would never tell. As Jenn and I got closer, I began to appreciate May more as a person, too. It was a good thing she was my sister, because otherwise I would never be able to choose between them. I took to kissing Jenn every now and then, and at the end of a date. Every two or three days we would go out somewhere without May, just to be by ourselves. We needed that time together without her to be sure of our own connection. Otherwise, we might have been connecting through her. Both of us seemed to have wondered about that. I don't know about a spark growing somewhere, but Jenn and I got close. It became uncomfortable when Jenn wasn't around, although being with May helped, some. Jenn said it was the same for her, that she missed me, maybe as much as she missed May, when it was time for her to go home. It was kind of strange that it felt even better, somehow, when I was with both of them. None of us really knew what love was in those days, but I sure hoped May could find someone she could feel for as much as I was feeling for Jenn. One afternoon, a little more than two weeks after May had sent Jenn in to seduce me, with extremely pleasant results for all of us, even if it hadn't gone exactly as planned, it just seemed that it was the right time to move on. "Jenn, love, do you think it's time for us to go on?" We'd caressed, and kissed, sometimes even when May was around. This wasn't a big step any more. "I think so. We can always back out if it doesn't seem right. We know each other well enough, again, that we won't feel pressured to finish if that's not what should be. I'm looking forward, now, not scared half-witless. You were right that we needed time." "So, I'll see you later," May added. "I think you are so comfortable with each other now that things can't help but go well. Come and tell me, after." May seemed a little sad. Maybe it was because Jenn and I were moving on to a stage of friendship she couldn't share. "Jenn, you're not just a present, even if you're a gift. You're a person, sweet and loving, my good friend, and, in my mind, something more. Come to me, love, and let me give you pleasure." This time I was sure what was going on, but still stunned by it all, especially by this beautiful woman who wanted us to share ourselves with each other. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve her, but I vowed to myself that I would do my very best for her, that she wouldn't regret her decision. Approaching Jenn, I could see she was smiling. There were some tears, but she didn't seem unhappy. "Why the tears, love?" "I'm so bloody happy, Robbie, you're a prince!" It wasn't up to me to tell her she was wrong. That's what we'd made time together for. If she was still deluded, well, she'd had her chance. Jenn wrapped herself around me and kissed, strong, long, lovingly. I responded in the same fashion. My hands wandered down her back, clasped the cheeks of her bum, pulled her in to me, her breasts flattening on my chest, my fierce erection slammed into her abdomen, no reticence on her end at all. "Oh, this feels so right. Too many clothes. Let's deal with that." I untied the top of her bikini, the same top that had wandered around on my shoulder a few days before. It held her scent as I unwrapped her from it, dropping it on the floor. We kissed again, her breasts now touching my flesh directly, heating me, making my blood boil. I left one hand on her bum and ran the other up her back, then down her side, brushing the side of her breast as I went. She felt fantastic. Our tongues made love as our lips sought out the essence of the other. Her bikini bottom was fastened by two ties at the sides. I undid them, praying they wouldn't knot and spoil this moment. Everything went as if it had been planned long in advance. The bottom piece fell off to the floor to join her bra. She was naked against me. "So wonderful, Jenn, dear." I dropped my shorts and I was naked with her. We kissed again. Having Jenn in my arms was a marvel I had no interest in ending. Her body felt soft and strong against me. Her nipples were like little welding torches burning holes in me. Her bum was incredible, softly curved, firm, smooth, erotically charged. I picked her up, cuddled her to me, laid her gently on my bed. Being with Jenn was utterly marvellous. She lay beside me, her limbs a tanned alabaster with that magnificent fall of blonde hair, and she was giving herself to me. I couldn't help myself. For a couple of minutes I just looked, taking her in. Her breasts were magnificent, full but not overfull, with rosebud pink nipples. She had a flat stomach, leading down to a wonderful pussy. Only a few wisps of blonde pubic hair disguised her most private parts. She'd shaved the rest for her bikini. I wanted to eat, gorge on, her breasts and her pussy. My eyes had to see the rest of her. It was different seeing her wonderful legs in her bikini, when they were on display for the world. Now they were only on display for me, as part of her gift of herself. I wanted to touch them, run my hands up and down them, feel as well as see the strong muscles and the wonderful curves. Seeing her legs mesh with her body at her private sanctuary was ever so much more erotic than seeing them cut off by her bikini bottom. I hadn't noticed before, either, that Jenn had small, shapely feet. Joyful Joyful My eyes travelled upwards again, stopping to once more regard the previously hidden recesses of her body, over the flat plane of her stomach to those fantastic breasts and up to the wide and welcoming shoulders. Jenn smiled happily up at me, absorbing and enjoying my adoration. She held her arms up to me, inviting but not urgently so. She knew I wanted to look and absorb and remember, and she was proud to be the object of my lust. My eyes came to rest on her face: calm, beautiful, regular features of classic proportions, almost ethereal in its beauty. "Let me touch, please." "Do what you want to do, Robbie. This is our first time together. I want you to remember it forever. I know I will." Those words, "first time", implied so much to me. Mostly, they suggested that there might well be more times. Many, many more times. Perhaps even a lifetime of them. It was daunting. Not in the sense that I feared that future, but in the sense that I might fail to please my love and ruin that future stretching out before us. Then my Gallic pride rose to sustain me. Something had to, even if not a drop of my blood had been near France in nearly four hundred years. Really, it was Jenn's confidence that I would please her, couldn't fail to please her, that gave me the courage to go on. I traced my fingers over her arms, feeling the strength, the softness, seeing the beauty in them both. I let my fingertips just ease down from the column of her neck, down over her chest, falling naturally over her breasts, without stopping or tantalizing or stimulating. My fingertips were memorizing the feel of her, tracking now out to her sides, over her ribs, down over the curve of her hips. "Oh Robbie, that's so romantic and erotic." I let my hands curve over her hips to feel her bum, strong and smooth. My Jenn was a fine, fit woman of incredible beauty. My hands, now, not just my fingers, brushed down her thighs, once, twice, three times before I got enough. I went down her calves, wonderfully turned, full but not heavy, another classic fit. I felt her feet and used my thumbs to massage her soles just a touch. Then I was drawing my hands up the insides of her calves, over those beautiful knees, up the insides of her thighs. I heard her gasp as my fingers trailed over her vagina. I'd almost forgotten my own erection in the joy of committing my dearest to memory of eye and hand. I slid in to join Jenn's fervent embrace, accept her welcome, as we kissed joyously, one naked body to another. Our tongues engaged, retreated, thrust against each other once again. Jenn's hands now wandered over my body, exploring, stimulating, memorizing. I pulled away from her mouth and rained little kisses, just touches of my lips, on her ears, then down her neck to her chest, and down the other side, too. Then I was ready to love her breasts, kissing them all over, one hand learning one while my mouth learned the other. I pulled her nipple in gently. Jenn gasped. I suckled briefly, then transferred my attention to her other gorgeous breast while my left hand started to memorize the one I'd just left. Jenn was beginning to writhe a bit. I was raising her internal fires. "Oh Robbie, that's fantastic. No one has ever loved me like this. Don't stop." I dropped my lips from her breasts - my hands now had one each, and were loving them - and trailed down over her stomach, kissing softly as I went. I paused to dip my tongue into her navel, then travelled on. Her pubic hair was hardly an obstacle as I kissed my way down to her labia, now swollen with desire. I kissed, then ran my tongue down the fold where her thigh met her body, again on the other side, then returned to kissing her labia, trailing my tongue over them, finding and flicking her clitoris, eliciting another gasp. Jenn was secreting moisture, drops of it gathering on her labia. I cleaned them off. The scent of her arousal was almost overpowering, something sweet and spicy with tones of musk. The taste of her was wonderful. I thrust my tongue into her to taste her better and deeper. She writhed again. I drifted up to suck gently on her clit, peeking out from its hood. My hands moved slightly to roll her erect nipples, careful to stimulate, not hurt. I flicked my tongue over her clit again. I could feel her tensing. I hoped it wasn't pain. I suckled on her clit once more and Jenn exploded in front of me. She bounced up from the bed, almost cutting my tongue off on my teeth, gripped my head with her marvellous thighs and tried to push me into her vagina. She screamed, a paean of joy. "O God, Robbie, oh God, oh God, that was so fantastic, oh God." When she calmed down after the storm she grabbed my head and kissed me fiercely. "That was the best loving I've ever had or heard of. I'm not letting you go, Robbie. You are such a wonderful guy. That was wonderful. Come, now, come inside me. Give me the rest, please." Jenn was wet but I took a minute to moisten myself on the secretions that were leaking out of her, rubbing myself on her labia. I expected her to be tight even though I knew it wasn't her first time. I still did not want pain of any kind for my darling. She had told me that she had not had much sexual experience even though she was so wonderful everyone at the university, male or female, students, faculty and staff, should have wanted to fuck her brains out continuously. She'd told me she was on the pill and had been since she was fourteen. I eased myself in slowly, drawing back to add lubrication any time I slowed down, starting a slow rhythm. "O God, you feel so good. You're so loving. You fill me just right." "You feel so wonderful, dear, warm, tight, welcoming." I was making love to the girl of my dreams, one of them anyway, and I was doing it to give her as much pleasure as I could so she'd want to do it again, and maybe again and again. I was trying to create good memories for us both, too, even if she didn't. I thought I was in lust with Jenn. True enough, and couldn't be avoided, but maybe I was falling in love with her, too, at least a little. Maybe that extra little something was there. I moved my penis inside her. I'd gone as far in as I could. It felt fantastic. The feel of her tight vaginal walls embracing my cock was beyond any sensation I'd ever felt. There really was something there beyond the physical. Maybe I was in love with Jenn, a lot. I guess if the happiness of someone else means more to you than your own, you're in love. If that's true, I was in love. I was also in the most gorgeous girl I'd ever seen except for my sister May, someone who'd always been sweet and kind to me, and I wanted her to have the very best time I could give her. I needed to get my rocks off in the worst way. I was about to burst, I could tell. Being inside this person called Jenn was wonderful. Being inside the woman I loved was better. I couldn't let go until I made my love happy. It was as simple, and as difficult, as that. I eased myself in and out, following the slow rhythm I had established, shifting focus a little with each thrust, looking for what made Jenn happiest. I found one angle that seemed to get more hisses, and repeated, still slow but strong and firm. I sped up when I was getting signs of pleasure from Jenn. I was going faster, multiplying her sensations, I hoped. I was near the edge of my own endurance when I felt her tightening up, the way she had when I suckled her clitoris. I shifted just a little more, to try to engage her clitoris if I could. I must have done something right because Jenn screamed that orgasmal scream again as she climaxed, writhing and moaning. I came right after, the pressure of her vibrating vaginal muscles forcing me over, making me shoot ropes of semen into her depths, milking me of my ejaculate as she stayed on her high, little peaks hitting her again and again until I finished. "Robbie, my love, Robbie, that was the best sex I've ever had in my life. That was the best experience of anything I've ever had. You're going to have a hell of a time getting rid of me now." "I wouldn't want to do that. That was a wonderful experience for me, too. Because it was so good for you it was a lot better for me. "I think I've fallen in love. I guess it would be more accurate to say that I've awakened to knowing that I've always loved you, or at least for a long time. Forgive me for not knowing, for having tried to hide it." "That makes two of us in love. That makes two of us. Now we know, it doesn't matter too much what went before. What do we tell May, though?" "We tell May the truth. Acting on her suggestions and her prodding, we dated, we got to know each other again, and we made love. It was good for both of us. We fell in love or recognized our love or whatever it was, and we're going to make love a lot more. What else can we say? We can't lie to her." "You're right, Robbie, let's go tell her now." Jenn put her bikini back on and I scrambled into a pair of dry swim shorts and we went down to the pool, hand in hand like real lovers, to tell May. May was laughing as she looked at us. "Don't tell me, it was great, wasn't it? I heard you scream, Jenn." "May, it was more than great, it was utterly fantastic," Jenn said. "Robbie was kind and considerate and hot as hell. You were right. That was an experience I'll treasure all my life. But something else happened. We went a little overboard. We fell in love, or recognized a love, or something. We're in love, now." "Fantastic!" May screamed. She hugged Jenn tight and then she hugged me tight. "I knew you could do it, Robbie. Jenn needed someone so bad, and now she's got you, and I don't think I could have found anybody better for her, or for you, in all the world. It makes me so happy." May, who didn't cry often, was all teary-eyed. *** "May, I hate to do this, I owe you for today, we both love you, but I've got to make love to Jenn again, and I want to do it right here. Is that okay?" "Yes, Robbie, I'm so happy for you. And you, too, Jenn." May kissed me, and kissed Jenn, and left us to our lovemaking. It was probably cruel to May, to get back into ourselves so soon, but there was nothing I could do. Jenn was the light of my life. I had to make love to her again or die, or so I thought. Her sweet body was an expression of her sweet self and I adored both. Having Jenn give herself to me showed me that I had always loved her, as much as I loved May, and we had had the most amazing sexual experience of my life. I wanted to do it again and again, with Jenn. Jenn made making love, love. Jenn was writhing against me, eager to make love again, too, sorry she was shutting out May, even for a time, but so wrapped up in our special feelings for each other she had no choice. I stripped off my swim shorts and peeled Jenn out of her bikini, marvelling again at how gorgeous she was. Again I loved her body, all of it, there by the pool. I gloried in her strength, her softness, her curves and planes. I placed her lovingly on the mats, forming a bed, enough to prevent harm to either of us from the concrete apron of the pool. I kissed her legs from her toes to where they joined with the rest of her wondrous body, licking up the insides of her thighs to her centre, swirling my tongue among her labia, flicking her clitoris, getting the "Aaah" I sought, retreating to the planes of her stomach, my hands caressing her arms, thighs, chest, not yet eager to excite. My enjoyment of her body was matched by her enjoyment of my pleasure in her. My darling Jenn lay back, her satisfaction evident, her hands brushing lightly over my back, my arms, my bum. Her caresses expressed her joy and her love. After a time I turned from pleasing my senses with her body, expressing my love of her in her entirety, to arousal. My mouth lapped at her breasts, those marvels, licking and kissing each, ending with suckling her darling pink nipples, hard and erect, listening for the increasing rapidity of her breathing, the soft happy moans. I dropped my mouth to her secret parts, inserting my tongue into her vagina, diving deep and returning to swirl around her opening, then to stimulate her engrossed lips and return to touch, lick, tease and suckle her clit. My hands remained gently, gently stimulating her breasts and nipples, the feel of them driving the flames of my own passion. Jenn tensed, the muscles of her abdomen spasmed, her climax hit and she screamed her pleasure. My mouth continued to love her, keeping her on the edge of her climax as she came and came and came again, a full rolling orgasm that drained her strength even as her body wept lubricants to welcome my member. "Robbie," Jenn said drowsily, "you have to be the best lover anyone can think of. I love you, dearest. I love you. Come in. Fill me up." I slid onto the mats myself and raised Jenn over me so she sat astride, dripping her sweet moisture onto my stomach, leaning forward to kiss and kiss and kiss again. Holding her by her luscious hips I raised her up. She reached and guided my penis into her for the second time. I lay quietly, my hands loving her breasts, as she raised herself to begin her own voyages of discovery. My hands left her breasts to sample her sides, her wonderful back, the tops of her thighs, her buttocks, all of that wonderful woman who was mine now, as I was hers. Jenn found a direction that pleased her and began to rock, then raise and lower herself, impaling herself again and again on my erect and throbbing penis. My hands returned to her breasts, almost of their own volition. I caressed their creamy firmness. I touched her erect nipples, lightly and repeatedly. Jenn increased her speed, and I began to thrust upwards to meet her. My cock expanded as my control evaporated, deep within this marvellous woman, and I ejaculated deep into her, giving my love the gift of myself, coming with a fierceness and pleasure I'd never known. Jenn climaxed after, screaming again with her pride and joy. She slumped down on me, still flexing, lost in the depths of her orgasm. I marvelled that we had again achieved such heights of pleasure, of joy, of love. "Jenn, you are the joy of my life. I love you dearly." "Robbie, I'm so glad it wasn't a one-time thing, to have such pleasure from making love. It's an every time thing, isn't it, Robbie." "It is, it is, my love, my heart." *** Jenn and I were infatuated, even obsessed, with each other. My parents were amazed at the transformation in me, and almost as surprised as I was that the beautiful Jenn had chosen me, at least for a time. We knew it was for always, but couldn't say, except to May. We were totally wrapped up in each other. We made love as often as we could find time and opportunity. We could never get enough of each other. Our love, and the self-absorption, or rather the absorption in each other, that went with it, was hard on May. May was the one person in the world we completely trusted. We tried, hard, to include her, but even those efforts sometimes went off the rails. There was the time when Jenn and I and May had been chatting about this and that in her bedroom. Jenn and I started feeling each other up, sliding our hands under each others' clothes, grabbing a piece of breast, or bum, or cock while we talked. By the time May clued in that we'd gone overboard I was making love to Jenn on May's bed and Jenn, ever the most generous and caring soul, was going along and inciting me further. It wasn't until I was thrusting my cock into Jenn's wet, welcoming and waiting vagina that May could even get by us to leave. We apologized profusely, separately and together, for being so crude and unfeeling, even to forcing her out of her own room. May took it well, or seemed to. We weren't exhibitionists. We didn't consider the world too much beyond ourselves, I guess. May had always been part of us, and it didn't feel like we were doing it in front of someone else. I don't know. It's kind of hard to explain, and probably doesn't make sense to people who weren't there. It didn't make a lot of sense even to those of us who were there. "It wasn't in the best of taste, guys, but it's forgivable. To see the two people I love best head over heels in love with each other is a great goodness. I'd like to have a relationship like that, and now that I can see it's possible, maybe there's one for me out there, too. I just love you both so much I can take almost anything you can dish out. But for heaven's sake, put some brakes on around Mom and Dad." It's true, we hadn't been as discreet around my parents, or even Jenn's parents, as we should have been. Jenn's father had to know I was screwing the eyeballs out of his daughter. The dreamy state she was in most of the time was a far cry from the capable, competent daughter he knew. Likewise, my parents had to know that I was more than squiring Jenn around the countryside in the company of their darling daughter. I was too pleasant, not my morose self at all. Even if they didn't clue in that I was in love, they for sure had to know I was full of satisfied lust. That the hottest available female (May, my sister, being the other, and of course she was off limits) had chosen me, and was banging my socks off, to our mutual pleasure, was a wonder to me beyond hope, but it was real. That she was sweet and caring was far too much, even praying for a miracle, but that was real, too. I was in lust, sure, but I was in love, deeply in love, and my sweetheart loved me, too. I owed it all to my wonderful sister. *** I was hanging around by the pool, working on another one of next year's texts. "Robbie." It was May. "Yes, sweetheart, what can I do for you?" I was a little distracted, thinking about Jenn, I guess, probably trying to remember where she was, maybe a few more serious things, about how maybe I was growing into a man, or should be. "Robbie, you remember when you made love to Jenn down by the pool?" I knew May had been around that day, but I didn't remember that she'd been watching us together. Sometimes she had, simply because she hadn't been aware that we were about to take each other, and by the time she'd clued in she'd lost her chance to exit gracefully. It wasn't nice of us to do that to her, but sometimes we lost control of ourselves. May and I had been getting back to the way we used to be. A big part of that was Jenn's doing. Just because Jenn was dating her big brother, she didn't drop May. May was still her best friend. We, the three of us, spent a lot of time together. We talked and chatted a lot, and Jenn made sure May and I talked to each other as much as she and Jenn talked, or Jenn and I talked. We didn't have any secrets from May. I never tried to hide my relationship with Jenn from her, or how deeply I was in love, and May'd been privy to our coming together and our going on. I knew I'd miss May when Jenn and I moved on, or she did. "Yes, May. I don't remember you being there, though. I know we've sometimes made you see things that maybe you didn't want to, and I'm sorry about that. It was selfish of us, and I apologize." "No, no, Robbie. I can't find it in me to criticize you, or Jenn either, for showing how much you love each other." "I've probably done this before, dear, but I want to thank you again for bringing me together with Jenn. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I owe all my happiness to you. You're the best sister a guy could ever have." I hugged her to me then, and kissed her soundly. I was coming back to the love I'd always had for my little sister. My gorgeous little sister. My gorgeous little sister in a bikini. A very small bikini. Down, Robbie! "I cut you off, I'm sorry, it's just that you've made us both so happy. What can I do for you, sweetie? I owe you big time."