11 comments/ 49371 views/ 19 favorites The Way it Happened By: roswalien Pete.... My name is Pete, and this is the story of how my younger sister and I ended up as lovers. I know incest is a very dirty word for what is supposed to be a very dirty act, but when the act occurred it felt far from dirty. In fact, it seemed completely natural. I was 40 at the time, now 42. Trisha, my sister was 36, now 38. I have never married, choosing a lifelong bachelorhood. Trisha married at 25, divorced at 30, and decided to stay single afterwards. She was unable to have children, which was a deciding factor in her divorce. I lived in southeastern New Mexico's Pecos Valley. I grew up in the area, and after moving around for a bit, decided to settle down back in my hometown. Trisha was the type of kid who could not wait to graduate high school and move away from our small hometown. She settled on college at Duke, and stayed living on the east coast, eventually settling in a suburb of Richmond, Virginia. She was an analyst for a marketing firm, while I had a career in financial services. I got my start after college in Denver, and once I made a substantial amount of money slaving for others, I semi-retired to my hometown and day traded my way to a very comfortable lifestyle. Trisha and I rarely saw one another, mostly at Christmas and if one of us happened to be in the other's area. I travelled quite a bit, mostly by myself, and had a goal to see every country on my travel list eventually. When I was 32, my father died from a massive coronary, and I became my mother's primary support system. She had Lupus and was ill, and taking care of her doctor's appointments, etc. took up a vast amount of my time. Trisha flew in for a week during our father's funeral, and went two years before she came back for Christmas. A couple of months after that, our mother passed, mostly from a broken heart after our father's passing. Trisha flew in and stayed for two weeks until we settled the estate. We both received sizable amounts from the life insurance and savings, and we did a quick sale on the house as neither of us wanted it. After the funeral, Trisha went home and we went almost 6 full years without seeing one another. We e-mailed and made the occasional phone call, but we drifted apart, two people alone in a large world. We had no aunts, no uncles, no cousins, and our grandparents were all gone as well. I had returned from a trip to Australia when I received a call from Trisha, who asked if I was home. I told her I was, and she said she would be by my place in 15 minutes. She had flown in after seeing my Facebook page announcing my return home. When the doorbell rang, I opened and saw my sister, who looked like a lost soul. I hugged her and brought her inside. After a quick tour, she brought our old snarky sibling relationship back. "Are you sure the reason you never married wasn't because you are gay?" "What?" "Your house....way too pretty for a straight guy," she said. "I paid a very expensive, very beautiful interior designer a lot of money to make it this way. And before you ask, yes, I boned her also. Not gay, never have been, never will be." "I see," she said. "Hey, can I stay here for a while?" I was a little taken aback. "Sure, but can I have an idea for how long?" "Couple of weeks, maybe?" "No problem, I have plenty of room. Do you want to talk about it?" "Not really, at least not yet. I just need an escape." I left her alone, but helped her unload her bags from the rental car and to her settled in one of the spare rooms and showed her where everything was. "We can return the rental tomorrow and you can drive the car or the truck," I said. "I don't want to be a bother," she said. "No worries. Two cars, one butt," I said, pointing to my ass. Trisha..... I flew into the airport and rented a car. For whatever reason, despite years of being alone far away from home, I was drawn to my brother's house. I made a last minute decision to get out of town, and my final destination was the last place I thought I would run. Though hard to admit, I have always been a 'want more' type of person. My parents were well-off and always provided very well for my brother and I, but if one of my friends had a nicer brand of clothing or a nicer car, it drove me crazy. I just wanted more, which led me to graduate with high honors and on to Duke. It led me to be the youngest VP in the history of my firm, and it led me to overachieve no matter what I did. After my father died, I tried to go away and stay away, though it had nothing to do with him, my mother, or my brother. In fact, it was because of my own issues that made it difficult to face my family. After my mother died, I left with the intention of never coming back. So, my issues? It's difficult to put it in words because of the contradiction between what I was professionally and what I had become privately. In my drive for success, I had sacrificed a lot, including my marriage. My inability to conceive had been a contributing factor, but my selfishness was the final nail in the coffin. After my divorce, I was hesitant to date, but eventually got back in the game due to loneliness. After a few unsatisfactory experiences, I met Gavin. He was sophisticated and worldly, and we quickly fell into a torrid affair. As time went on, I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. I had gone from a self-confident, strong woman to....well....a submissive sex slave. It didn't happen overnight, but the more he took, the more I gave. In my professional life, there was no hint of my sexual nature, but it consumed me and my life away from work. Make no mistake, I was a very willing participant, and very satisfied, until I saw my family. The last trip I made home for my mother's funeral was when I realized that despite being infatuated with Gavin and the sex we shared, I was embarrassed. Though I took responsibility for my success, I had to admit my family made it all possible. I was nurtured and supported by my parents and my older brother, always encouraged. If I struggled in school, my brilliant brother would tutor me patiently until I mastered the subject. My parents were my biggest fans no matter what I did, and it was that unconditional love and support that made me ashamed by my lifestyle choices. After a little over 5 years of Gavin, I finally broke free. I had tired of the deviancy, and my choice was to run to ensure he could not exert his control and make me change my mind. It was that which made me run home to the safety of my big brother. Paul.... I didn't see Trisha until almost noon the next day. She came out looking rumpled, but much more well-rested than she had the previous day. "You hungry?" I asked. "Starved." "I'll take you to lunch." I named her favorite Mexican food restaurant and she quickly agreed. I was dressed and ready, but she had to change. It only took her 20 minutes, so we were on the road quickly. We chatted and caught up, but she was still silent on the reason for her visit. I didn't want to be overbearing, so I left her alone to her thoughts and enjoyed lunch. "Do you have everything you need? Toiletries?" "I need a few things," she admitted. "I left in a hurry." I drove her to the store and she shopped for a few things. "Did you bring a swim suit? You might want one for the pool," I suggested. She agreed and went to look for one. A few minutes later she was back and we checked out. We had a brief argument over me paying, but relented when I insisted. Once finished, I drove us home. I left her alone and got changed into my suit and went to lay on the lounge bed beside the pool. It was shaded and comfortable, and was my favorite place to read an afternoon away. About 5, I went in and made a pitcher of margaritas and yelled and asked Trisha if she wanted one. She came out a little later and poured herself a drink and sat while I swam. She was wearing shorts and a loose top, and seemed content to sun herself a little. "Hey," she said, "can we do something tomorrow?" "Sure. What do you want to do?" She smiled sheepishly. "I want to go Pecos Valley diamond hunting like we used to with Dad. Do you still know any good places?" "Yep. We can definitely do that." Pecos Valley diamonds are really just quartz crystals, but have a distinctive, natural diamond shape. My father was a dedicated rock hound, and we had spent many afternoons scouring the area east of town looking for interesting specimens. For Trisha and I, the only fun thing were the diamonds, and we could spend hours staying out of our father's way while he searched for more rare specimens. Trisha.... I found myself at lunch relaxing a little more and being able to look Paul in the eyes. Somehow, even if I was able to admit the truth, I knew Paul would never judge me. He just didn't possess that part of him. He would be warm and accepting, and that was what caused me to keep silent. I needed someone to tell me how stupid I was, not support me. I laid down for a while after lunch and kind of straightened my mind. I found even after just a few days away from Gavin, my head was much more clear. "Hey, Trisha, I made margaritas! You want one?" "Be out in a few minutes." I walked into the attached bath and ran my fingers through my black hair. I looked in the mirror and looked at myself clearly. For far too long I looked at myself through the filter of Gavin. I had no sense of self, only what Gavin thought of me. Now, I judged myself with no filter. My mother and father were as different as night and day. My father was tall, with jet black hair and bright blue eyes. My mother was short, with bright golden hair and green eyes. I had inherited my father's hair, but was short like my mother. Paul was tall like our father, but had dirty blonde hair. The only thing we had the same were our eyes. We had both ended up with otherworldly light gray eyes, and it was this that made people believe we were actually related. I loved my eyes and thought they were my best feature. My hair was thick and straight and had never been colored. Admittedly, I knew I was pretty, with a nice, cute nose, and a mouth just a touch too lush and wide. I wish I could count how many times boys made off-hand comments about my DSLs growing up. I cupped my breasts through my bra and shirt and was satisfied with what I felt. They were only a B-cup, but were perky, with nice upturned nipples. I turned in the mirror and looked at my flat stomach as I glanced at my ass. If my eyes were my best feature, my ass was a close second. I had inherited my mother's curves below the waist, and regular gym work kept it high and firm while maintaining a nice roundness. Satisfied with my looks, I walked outside and found Paul as he slipped into his pool. If his house was pretty, his backyard was paradise. Lush and green, it was an oasis in the surrounding desert landscape. I was shocked by my brother's appearance. I guess I hadn't seen him in a long time, but for a retired intellectual, he was in incredible shape. His arms were large and cut, and he had a trim waist, nice chest, and defined abs. Had he not been my brother, I would have thought he was sexy. Hell, he was sexy even if he was my brother. Paul.... The next day we got in my truck and headed out of town. I made a stop at the store and filled an ice chest with snacks and drinks, even throwing a 12-pack of beer on a whim. I drove out about 10 miles and turned on a country road which led to the river. The Pecos cut through the landscape and caused the limestone formations which revealed the diamonds. The river itself was a trickle, but in the times before damming, had been a substantial waterway. I parked on a ridge we had frequented as kids, and got out to stretch my legs. I grabbed a beer and popped the top and took a long drink. Trisha got out and laced up her tennis shoes. She was wearing a light sundress, which was a little out of place to hike around, but I had to admit it would keep her cool. We hiked around and found a few of the rode colored stones, before splitting up and walking around. As usual, there was a stuff breeze blowing hot air, but it was not uncomfortable. The wind was what caused me to look at my sister in a whole different light. Growing up, Trisha was always just my kid sister. I never looked at her in any other light, but soon changed that attitude. I was knelt down looking through a small pile of rocks, when I glanced across and saw Trisha walking along looking down. A sudden gust of wind while across the clearing and lifted her dress up to the middle of her back. In the few seconds it took her to get it under control, I saw her beautifully rounded ass, which was bisected my a small pink string which wrapped around her waist and plunged between the two nicest cheeks I had ever seen. She grabbed the hem and pulled it down, turning to avoid another gust. Her hold and the wind caused the dress to flatten against her body, molding to her modest chest and flat, toned stomach. Her hips were just curvy enough to look incredible, and the thin fabric molded against her upper body made it clear she was braless. It was in those few seconds that I saw the woman my sister had become instead of a kid who needed protection. While my look had not aroused in me a sexual feeling per se, there was an undertone to the lingering look. Trisha.... Just being out in the heat and brush made me feel better. It brought me back to a time where I was innocent and happy. Paul and I found a few diamonds and were just kicking rocks looking for more. I walked a ways away, looking for a white quartz diamond, which were hard to find. I had a mind to make a bracelet if I could find one, and my concentration was on the ground. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind whipped around me and lifted my dress. While not exactly a modest person, I was still mortified by my very bare ass hanging out in front of my brother. I corralled my dress and turned quickly to avoid a repeat and saw Paul glance away. I figured he had seen what happened, but was enough of a gentleman to not call attention to it. A little while later we were sitting on the tailgate of his truck having a beer when I noticed him giving me a strange look. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought he was checking me out. While I had done the same to him the day before, Paul wasn't the type to ogle a woman, especially his sister. This knowledge didn't stop the wave of heat that flushed through my body just imagining him looking at me. My nipples hardened and poked through the thin fabric of my dress making me question my lack of a bra. This time, Paul did look and even commented in a teasing tone. "Hey, Trink, your high beams are on." I slapped his arm. "I got a chill," I said lamely. His use of my nickname was endearing and something I had not heard in a long time. Right after I started talking, my family would ask me my name, and for whatever reason, I always said Trink instead of Trisha. All through school, that was all my family ever called me. We ate a brief snack and moved down the road and looked around for a couple of hours. Finally, sweaty and a bit wind burned, we climbed in the truck and drove away. I know I looked a mess, but was amazed at Paul. Even sweaty and a bit disheveled, he was adorable. I reprimanded myself for thinking of my brother in such a manner. Paul.... I almost gasped out loud when I saw Trisha's nipples harden and poke so abruptly through her dress. I had glanced at her again, and knew she had caught me, but was surprised at her body's reaction to my quick perusal. Just to defuse the situation, I made a crack about her high beams. When we got in the truck, I glanced across the console and saw again just how beautiful my baby sister had become. Her hair was damp from sweat, but looked really good. She had a slight sheen of perspiration on her upper chest, and the damp fabric of her dress clung against her breasts like a second skin. I could make out the slightly puffy circle of her areola through the cloth. I turned the air conditioner on full blast, which gave me my desired result. Her nipples hardened again and poked proudly forward. I have her chest a slow once over and kept my eyes on the road after that. It was bad enough I was driving half-hard from looking at my sister without provoking situations to make her body react. I tried to really remember my sister from years before, but could not ever remember a time where I had even found her attractive. Maybe I was just horny or sexually deprived, but these new feelings were disorienting. I had spent a blissful four days in the company of a gorgeous Australian on my recent trip, so deprivation wasn't the answer. She and I had met on Bondi Beach, and I had been blown away by her cavalier approach to nudity, and later that night, to her approach to casual sex. I tamped down my growing desire and drove us home in silence. Trisha.... I was so embarrassed when we got in front of the air conditioner and my nipples almost ripped through my dress. The sweat dampened fabric caused a swift change in temperature and my nipples, always sensitive, rose to the occasion. In the interest of total honesty, my nipples were also reacting to the heat in my pussy as well. When we got in the truck and I saw Paul gaze at my breasts, it sent a flood of warmth between my legs, and that, combined with the cool air, made me erect. Even worse, once I got over my embarrassment, it made me even wetter to be exposing myself in such a discreet way. Compound that with my twisted feelings towards Paul, and I knew my panties would be soaked in no time. I glanced and saw a distinct bulge in Paul's pants and wondered over this fact. I had grown to accept a certain perversion in regards to my sexual desire, but had a harder time accepting that Paul might be feeling the same way. From the size, my brother seemed to be well-endowed. Paul was quiet for the ride back, and I sat in silence, enjoying the ride without needing to fill the dead air. Paul.... The ride home the afternoon before was torture. I finally convinced Trisha to return her rental, so we dropped it off. I handed her the keys to my Camaro so she wouldn't feel stranded. I went I dinner with a female friend, and ended up spending the night at her place, which greatly relieved some of my built-up sexual frustration. When I returned home the next day, Trisha was up and bustling about, cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry. She gave me a bright smile when I walked in and took a joking jab at me. "Did you get your ashes hauled?" she asked. "A gentleman never tells," I said. "Since your aren't a gentleman, I want details," she giggled. I took a fake swipe at her and she squealed and ran. I went and showered and put on my trunks, intent on spending my day by the pool. I got settled and was reading a book on my Kindle when I heard the patio door open. I glanced up and saw Trisha walk out, and caught my breath. I knew from the skirt blowing incident that my younger sister had a nice body, but seeing her step out in her bikini was something else entirely. First, it fit her to perfection. The top hugged her breasts, pushing them together to give her just a hint of cleavage. Her bare midsection was flat and toned, and she had softly defined abs which were fit, but entirely feminine. The bottoms were small, and the strings which wrapped around her round hips emphasized how prefect her lower body was. Her legs were long and toned, and had an appealing shape. When she turned around for a second, I could see her ass, which was covered, but the small bottoms let some nice round cheeks uncovered at the bottom. I looked away as she walked over and threw her towel down on a chaise near my lounge bed. "Hey," she said. The Way it Happened "Hey." "I didn't offend you did I?" she asked. "No, not at all. I just don't think you really want to hear about what I was up to last night," I smirked. "Why not? Might be hot," she joked. "We'll leave it at I had some pressure to relieve and happened to have a friend to relieve it for me." "Must be nice." She stretched out and got comfortable in the sun, which turned her body just so to give me a spectacular view of her breasts. "I have some friends that would be more than willing to take care of any pressure you might have," I offered. "Oh? Now you're gonna pimp your sister out?" "Yep, and bitch betta bring me my money," I joked. She laughed, the first truly carefree one I had heard since she arrived. I had worried deeply about her....different attitude....but she seemed to getting better. Hopefully, whatever she was running from would stop taking such a toll on her and she would go back to be the old Trisha. Trisha.... When Paul got home from his overnight visit, I felt a pang of jealousy, which I tried to rationalize as being about his getting sex when I didn't. As fucked up as I was about Gavin, I still loved sex and not getting it was taking a toll. Unfortunately, despite my rationale, I knew I was jealous of the woman Paul had been with. Paul was so different from Gavin and any man I had been with. I had never met anyone, male or female who were entirely comfortable in their own skin. Paul's confidence in himself with no regard to what anyone thought made him so attractive as a person. When he came out dressed for the pool, I decided I would join him. I put on the bikini he had bought and checked it out thoroughly in the mirror. I had to admit it was very flattering, and before I could stop the thought, I wondered what Paul would think of how I looked in it. When I came out onto the patio, I glanced over and saw Paul looking at me. It gave me a rush if pride that he was looking, and from the way his eyes roved, I could tell he liked what he saw. I gave him hell about getting some the night before and he offered to hook me up with one of his friends. Unfortunately, I wasn't interested. I laid in the sun and turned my body in a way that gave him a nice view of my chest. I fidgeted a little and managed to slyly loosen the tie around my neck, which caused the top to sag a little, which exposed a large portion of the top of my breasts. Add budding exhibitionist to my list of perversions, and being attracted to my brother wasn't so bad. I looked at him, casually reading and could only admire his body. I had yet to see him go the gym, so how he had such a defined body was a mystery. His pecs were firm, with a light dusting of hair, which tapered down to his abs. His abs were truly gorgeous, and he had a slight vee shape as his stomach dipped under his trunks. As sick as it was, I really wanted to see him laying just like that, only with his trunks off. I imagined his cock being thick and long, resting against his thigh. As I looked him over, I felt a familiar tingling and a definite wetness between my legs. I rubbed my thighs together subtly to try to give myself a little pleasure, but it didn't work. "Hey, Trink? I've got to make a few calls real quick. You want anything when I come back?" "No, I'm good." He walked away and I got a nice view of his muscled back and his firm ass, which caused a new surge of wetness. As soon as the door closed behind him, I stuck my hand between my legs and rubbed my mound with the palm of my hand. The friction felt good, so I pressed my fingers against my slit through the bottoms. I could feel how hot and wet I was even through the suit. Keeping my eyes locked on the door to sense movement, I pulled the suit aside and rubbed two fingers against my bare pussy. I am always clean shaven, but my quick departure from Virginia and subsequent days had caused me to forego my usual fastidious grooming. Somehow, the stubble on my most intimate area only made what I was doing even sexier. I touched my clit and an electric thrill ran through my body. I dipped both fingertips in my wetness and used them to rub my clit a little harder. I felt my orgasm bubbling to the surface and knew I was close. I desperately wanted to come, and as I did, my imagined picture of Paul's cock was foremost on my mind. Paul.... I lied about needing to make calls. I needed to get away from Trisha to cool off. Her top had come loose and the entire top portion of her tits, almost to the areola, was exposed. I sat anticipating a wardrobe malfunction, which was making me grow hard. I had to get away for a bit. I walked in and had a glass of juice and went and sat in my home office. The window above my desk looked out on the pool, and despite my desire to get away, I felt my eyes drawn back to my sister. When she reached down and put her hand between her legs, I at first thought she was just getting comfortable, but soon realized she was rubbing herself. She was watching the door, and probably didn't realize I could see her from numerous spots in the house. I felt like a pervy voyeur, but as she pulled her bottoms aside and played with herself more directly, I could not tear my eyes away. She was laying away from me, so I couldn't see her pussy, but it was still exciting. My cock was throbbing in my trunks, and the pressure I had relieved came back even harder. In a very short time, Trisha's hips bucked off the lounger and she trembled as she came. I never pictured her as a particularly sexual person, but the speed and ease with which she came changed my mind on that score. I diverted my attention to stock quotes and as soon as I was soft again, I returned outside. Trisha was in the water, standing with the water about mid-stomach high. Her hair was wet and her white suit was pretty sheer. I could plainly see her dark areola through the suit and had to make sure my mouth was closed. I jumped in and went under about the same time my cock came back to life. I swam under and came up a few yards away. We talked for a few minutes and she asked me if I got caught up on my calls. She climbed up the steps and I could see her cleft between her cheeks through the wet fabric. She settled in the chair and looked down her body. "Oh, shit!" she cried. "This damn suit is see-through!" I laughed, which earned me a dirty look. "You knew!" "Well, yeah, but I wasn't going to make an issue of it." "I guess it was a good thing I wore it here and not out to a public pool. I am so embarrassed!" "It's not that bad," I said. "You can see my nipples!" she said. "If I had public hair, you could see that, too!" She clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh, sorry, you probably didn't want to know that." She stood up and turned around. "Is my ass showing?" "Just a little. We'll go get you another one later. You want a t-shirt or something?" She paused. "No, it'll dry pretty quick." She fussed around her, getting situated, and I made a dash for the lounger. I was still hard, and knew it wasn't going away, so I tried to sneak past without her seeing. Unfortunately, she turned just as I walked last her and her eyes were at perfect crotch level. I flopped down on my stomach and tried to act normal, but my heart was beating fast at being caught. Trisha.... Despite my protests, I really didn't mind my suit being see-through. On the contrary, it was exciting. I made a little scene to make sure Paul got a good view, which only enhanced the feelings. When he got out of the pool, I quickly noticed he was hard. In fact, there was no way not to notice. I kept up the pretense of not seeing him until he was right beside me, then looked at him to get a good look. I almost gasped out loud at the size of the outline of his cock. It was pointing up, but curved to the side. If his trunks were looser, his cock head would have come out above his waistband. Even with the obvious length, it was the girth that truly turned me on. He practically jumped on his stomach when he realized I saw him. I felt an overwhelming desire rush through my body, overtaking any sense I had. Even then, it surprised me when I asked, voice low and husky with desire, "What caused that?" His eyes opened wide and I could tell he was speechless. He started to speak, and then stopped. Finally, he spoke. "It just happens sometimes. You know how men are." "So it had nothing to do with my suit being see-through?" "No!" he almost shouted. "Sorry, no. Trink, you are my sister! Why would I get, er...." "Hard," I supplied. "Yes, hard from seeing my sister." "I don't know. I don't think I'm hideous or anything. I mean, I got kind of excited seeing your state of arousal, so I don't see what the problem would be if you got excited seeing me pretty much exposed as well." He looked away and I felt bad for putting him on the spot. Paul.... When she asked what caused my hard-on, I almost died. Literally, I felt my body stop functioning for a few seconds. When she asked if it was her suit, I almost crawled under the lounger and hid. When she admitted she was excited seeing me hard, I was at a loss for words. How does one respond to that? "I feel like an ass, okay?" I said. "Yes, seeing your suit caused me to get hard. It's wrong, but I'm human. You have a really nice body, and despite the fact you are my sister, it got me a little excited. I know I will never live it down and you will tease me until the end of time, but it happened." She laughed. "Paul, I promise I will never tease you about it. If I tell you something really, really embarrassing, will it make you feel better." Sounding like a surly teen, I said, "Yes." "Earlier, before you went inside to make your calls, I was looking at you reading your book and it turned me on. You have a really nice body, and after you left, I played with myself. Now, who should be embarrassed?" Having seen her, I knew what she had done. I just didn't know why. Knowing she had done it thinking about me was a whole new thing. "Really?" "Yes." "I guess we are both sick fucks," I laughed. "Are you still hard?" "Yes." "Can I see it?" "What? No!" She pouted a little. "Why not? You have seen me practically naked?" "Because. I don't know, I just don't think we should go there." She untied her top and pulled it off. "Now?" "No." She raised her hips and slid her bottoms off, and despite a little stubble, I could clearly see her pretty little pussy. "Now?" I looked at her in disbelief, but rolled over and untied my trunks and pushed them over my hips. My cock sprang free and I watched as she took it in. "You have a beautiful cock," she said. Suddenly, she got up and threw her suit over her shoulder and walked into the house. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she threw out as she walked. I watched her gorgeous, naked ass as she walked away and almost grabbed my cock and stroked it. Instead I jumped in the pool after pulling my trunks up. Trisha.... As I walked away, I knew Paul was looking at my ass. I had to get away from him and quick. It wasn't him, it was me. Looking at his long, thick cock, I wanted to lean over and take it my mouth. I wanted him to put it in my pussy and my ass. My pussy was dripping wet, and I didn't want him to see me so aroused. Had he told me to spread my legs, my submissive side would have won out and I would have let him impale me on his shaft. I walked straight to the bathroom, locked the door, and buried two fingers inside myself. I twisted them inside me, pushing them in as deep and as hard as I could. I had an itch that needed scratching, and I tried my best to game care of it. Despite frigging myself to two orgasms, I still wasn't satisfied. I stayed in my room for a couple of hours, unable to face my brother. Finally, I swallowed my fear and went looking for him. He was sitting in his office, staring out the window. "Paul, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." "It's okay, Trink. It's just as much my fault. Maybe we have become strangers being apart for so long." "I'm not really sorry you know," I admitted. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but not for seeing you or you seeing me." He nodded. "Just better to forget about it and chalk it up to mental lapses." I paused and but my lip. "I need to tell you some things and I don't know how." "About why you are here?" "Yes." "Take your time. When you are ready, I'll be here to listen." "Do you know anyone with weed? I really just want to get stoned!" "I have some. I didn't know you smoked." "Very rarely. I just want to get a good buzz and get some things off my chest." "Whenever you are ready," Paul said. "Tell you what," I said, "let me buy you dinner a little later and after we get home, you can get me stoned and we can talk. This is definitely a night time conversation," I said. Paul.... Dinner was nice, and it was like the weirdness of the day had not happened. Whatever Trisha was wanting to talk about definitely put a damper on her playful and open mood. I looked across the table at her and once more realized what a beautiful woman she had become. She had dressed up for dinner and was wearing a short,silky dress with no bra. It was white and black diamond pattern, and fell around mid thigh. She looked great, and I had seen many men give her an appreciative glance as we walked through to our table. I paid, again over her protests, and drove us home. I went into my walk-in closet and dug out my favorite bong and filled it with some potent high grade a friend grew locally. I met her on the patio and we settled in the comfy easy chairs I had there. I gave her the first two hits, and we alternated through two cashed bowls. "Oh, that's nice," she said after a few minutes. "You know, I never got stoned until my senior year at Duke. Too afraid I would be a pothead living in a dumpster." It took her about half an hour to broach the subject. "Almost ready," she said. "Just gotta go pee." She walked through and disappeared down the hallway. Trisha.... I was nervous as hell, but didn't want to put it off any longer. I made it to the bathroom and pulled up my dress and sat down. I had gone commando to the restaurant, and it had been supremely erotic. Just knowing I was naked under the dress made me wet, and I could not help but wonder what Paul's reaction would be if he knew. I finished up and pulled my dress back into place and headed back out. I took one more hit and started speaking. "For the last five years or so, I have been in a relationship with a man named Gavin," I said. "Five years?! Why have you never mentioned him? Is it serious?" "We ended things. He's the reason I'm here." Alarm flashed across Paul's face. "Did he hurt you?" "No, no, nothing like that. Please, let me explain. I met Gavin and we started an affair. And yes, he is married, a fact I am not proud of. Anyway, the affair took a different course than I expected. Gavin is a dominant and I am a submissive." Paul's eyes widened at my words. With the Internet, most everyone had heard of the lifestyle and knew a little about it. "What started as a fling turned into years of me basically living as a sex slave, at the beck and call of a married master. I loved the excitement and the depravity, but over time, I kept thinking about our upbringing and the support I always had from you and mom and dad, and I was ashamed if what I had become. That was the reason I stayed away and distanced myself for so long. It was like a drug, and no matter how I felt, I just couldn't quit." I paused and regrouped my thoughts. "I guess I have always been a little wild sexually. After so long with Gavin, he decided it was time to take things up a notch. We had always played together and apart from his wife, he assured me we were exclusive. One night, we were playing at my place and he had me tied to a wooden cross and was doing magical things to me. He left me there for a while and came back with another man. He told the man that I was his for the night and left." I shuddered at the memory. "I had always been the perfect little submissive and I think Gavin believed I would obey my master no matter what. He was wrong, because as submissive as I was with him, I was his and not something to give away. The man came to me and fondled me, and was pretty rough with his hands. He twisted my nipples and slapped my thighs, and I tried to get him to stop. It was only when I threatened to call the police after he was done did he stop. I stopped taking Gavin's calls and would not see him when he stopped by. I felt myself pulled back into wanting him and his control when I left and ran home." Paul.... I listened as she told me her story and was disgusted and excited at the same time. My conflicting feelings confused me, because on one hand, I wanted to hunt this Gavin down and pummel him, but on the other, I could not get a picture of Trisha tied naked to a wooden cross out of my mind. "Oh, Trink, I am so sorry! You have nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone has their own kinks and yours is no worse than any other." She looked small and vulnerable and I stood and pulled her up. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. "I knew you would be supportive! Jackass!" I laughed. "Of course I am." As I hugged her, I felt myself growing hard against her stomach and pulled away. She obviously felt me, but instead of pulling away, she pulled me closer. "Paul, no. It's fine. Just hold me." Finally we broke apart and she smiled at me. "I feel like a weight has been lifted. Thank you, big brother." She hugged me tight and pressed against my throbbing cock again. She kept her left arm around me, but moved to the side and let her right hand drop down to press against my cock. "It's so hard," she whispered. I moved her hand, but she moved it right back. "Paul, let me touch you, please." I shook my head. "We can't. You're my sister, Trink." "I know. You want me Paul, you can't hide it. I want you and I won't hide it." I pulled away, because her words were true. I wanted her, but could not give in. She had escaped one world of a taboo lifestyle and I would not let her jump into another. "Trink, I love you and think you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, but we can't. I'm not rejecting you, just letting you realize that we can't do this. Don't hate me, please." She reached up and gave me a small, tender kiss on the lips. Hers were soft and full and her touch caused overwhelming feelings to bubble to the surface. "I don't hate you, Paul. I love you, too." She turned and walked inside, and I had doubts she would be there the next morning. Trisha.... I walked away with a smile on my lips. Paul was sweet, but he didn't know me well enough if he thought I would give up so easy. Far from it. I already had a plan in place that would end with Paul inside me. The next morning I set my alarm early and pulled on one of Paul's t-shirts I had snagged from him. I looked in the mirror and was satisfied. It covered me a little less than the dress I wore the night before, but still could pass for modesty. I didn't bother with panties and went to the kitchen and made breakfast. I heard his door open, and heard him coming down the hall. I made sure to be bending over looking in the refrigerator when he walked in. Paul.... I heard Trisha in the kitchen and smelled food, which roused me to getting up. I slipped into a pair of sweat shorts and pulled a shirt on before brushing my teeth and taking my hair a little. I walked into the kitchen and saw a wonderfully round ass poking out of the fridge. She was wearing one of my shirts, which was pulled up so half of her bare ass was showing. Her legs were parted just enough so I could see her pussy a little. I cleared my throat. The Way it Happened "Oh, you startled me! I made us breakfast and was going to wake you up when I got a little more dressed. Sorry, I'm not used to being in a house with someone. I'll have to be more modest." She left the room and returned wearing a pair of short sleep shorts. We sat down and ate, and talked like the events of last night had not happened. It was pleasant, and I thought she had accepted my reasons for not doing something we would regret later. "How would you like to take me to Carlsbad Caverns today?" she asked. "Or we could to to Ruidoso and to hiking?" "Whatever you want. I'm game for either." She pondered a moment and decided to to hiking. "Can we run and get me some shoes?" We dressed and loaded in my truck. I dropped her at the mall and went down the road to fill up and grab some stuff for the ice chest. I picked her up and she had changed clothes as well. She was wearing a pair of very short khaki shorts and a white tank top, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. She had on a pair of hiking boots as well. She threw her bags into the back seat and hopped in. We drove the hour to the mountains and talked the entire way, and I found out she had taken a leave of absence from work and I told her about all my travels. We arrived at the hiking trail and walked out into the forest. As the trail narrowed I fell in behind her and could not help but stare at her ass. I love women's asses, and despite myself, knew she had the nicest one I had ever seen. I was relieved when the way widened and I could walk beside her again. Trisha.... I took care in selecting my outfit. I knew Paul was a lover of asses, and picked out the perfect pair of short that hugged mine to perfection. The top was thin and my breasts, while covered, were obvious. When we were hiking and Paul was behind me, I could practically feel his eyes on my backside. I put a fraction more wiggle in my walk and gave him a little show. We hiked for about two miles before we stopped by a little stream for a break. He pulled waters out of his backpack and I 'accidentally' spilled some on my shirt. The white fabric went transparent and the hard nipple of my left breast was fully on display. He grunted and we kept moving. A little while later I asked him if he had any napkins or tissue in his pack. "I need to pee really bad." Luckily he had some tissues, and I went behind a tree a short distance away and pulled my shorts down. I squatted, making sure my backside was jutting out from behind the tree, hoping he would sneak a peek. Paul.... The wet tank was driving me crazy. Her nipple was hard and I could see her pebbled areola clearly. I shook my head and headed out again. When she squatted behind the tree, I willed myself not to look. Unfortunately, her ass was out in the open and I could not help looking at her. I could see her stream as she peed, and it turned me on. I have a slight fetish for seeing women pee, and her being out in the open, I just couldn't help myself. She came back out buttoning her shorts and we continued on. We followed the stream up a valley and stopped at a pool formed by a beaver dam. There was a large flat rock next to the pool and we took off our shoes and dangled our feet in the water. "I have always wanted to live up here," she said. "Really? I never pictured you as the granola mountain type." She smacked my arm. "And why not? It's just so beautiful and cool. Well coolish. It's a little warm today." She pulled her shirt up, exposing her flat stomach. "It's a bit warm," I agreed. "I wish I would have brought my suit. I would totally dive in right now." "If you want to swim, I can hike down a ways and keep watch. You can swim in your panties." "Damn! I knew I should have worn underwear today." "Go naked. I'll make sure no one sees you." "Deal." I walked down the trail and sat under a large pine tree, working at keeping images of my naked sister out of my head. I had the best of intentions, but my willpower failed me miserably. I snuck back through the woods in my socks until I had a vantage point on the pond. Trisha was wading up to her thighs in the water, and her round ass was there in front of me. She sank down and swam a little, floating on her back. Her nipples were rock hard from the cold water, and I could just see her freshly shaven pussy under the water. I was hard, and wanted to do the right thing, but I didn't. I sat there staring at my naked sister as she floated in the water. Trisha.... The water felt incredible as it floated over my flesh. My pussy was warm, and the cool water caused an incredible contradiction. My nipples could cut glass, and I imagined Paul watching me as I soaked. I waded out and laid back on the warm rock. The gritty texture felt good against the soft flesh of my ass and back, and the sun warned me quickly. I looked around and let my hands cup my breasts as I teased my nipples back to full hardness. I pretended it was Paul playing with me and felt a surge of wetness between my legs. It was inevitable where this was going, and I dropped my hands between my legs as I spread them wide. I pulled my lips apart and exposed myself to the mountain air. I wondered if Paul might be watching, and hoping he was, put on a show for him. If he was there, he could see my pussy pulled open, my wetness glistening in the sun. I rubbed my clit and trembled from how sensitive I was. I stopped, and went back to rubbing my slit, feeling how wet I was through my fingertips. I rolled over and pressed my nipples against the texture of the rock. I raised my ass in the air and slid one hand under me. I slipped two fingers inside myself and pumped them in and out. My nipples were rubbing against the rough rock and I wanted to come, but held out against it. I brought my other hand around and cupped my ass cheek, pulling it to expose myself more. I reached down with it and slid my finger beside my other two until it was slick with my juices. I pushed it against my puckered hole and pressed, gasping as it slid in. I knew i would come soon, and just tried to hold out a few minutes longer. Paul.... I was spellbound from the moment she started playing with her nipples. No matter how wrong it seemed, it was the sexiest sight I had ever seen. When she rolled over and slid her fingers in, I was in heaven. By the time she slid a finger in her ass, I was ready to pull my cock out and stroke it as I watched her. I resisted the urge and just watched as she pleasured herself. She pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy as she buried her finger in her ass and left it there. Her hips were bucking and she came suddenly, her ass arching even higher in the air. I waited until she finished and slipped back into the water before quietly walking back down the hill. I resumed my spot under the tree and waited. She arrived a few minutes later, and this time, her entire shirt was wet and stretched over her breasts. As she approached, she motioned to her chest and gave me a little smile. "Sorry, I didn't have anyway to dry off." "No worries. You ready?" "Yep. Thanks for that, it was amazing!" We hiked out and got back in the truck. I was in a state of semi to full hardness on the drive home, and as soon as we arrived, I headed straight for the shower where I stroked my cock, sending a huge load down the drain. Trisha.... Paul had a bulge in his shorts the entire way home. It led me to believe he might have watched my little show. As soon as we got there, he headed for his shower, and after the door closed, I crept in and listened. I could hear the shower spray change sounds in a steady rhythm and knew he was playing with himself. After a few minutes, I heard him moan with his release. I practically ran to my room, pulling off my shorts as I hit the bed before rubbing another orgasm out. I was so horny I would have fucked the bedpost had there been one. We met out on the patio, both a little more relaxed and had a drink. "I just want you to know I am really sorry about putting you on the spot last night. I don't want you to think I am some twisted freak or anything. I just kind of go with my feelings and should have stopped sooner." "It's okay. I understand. I mean, I really understand. It's just incest, you know?" I nodded. "I know. Too bad we don't live in medieval times where a certain amount of incest was accepted." "Only if we were royalty," he laughed. "The prince and the princess and their nephew-son," I giggled. We got lost in silliness and the mood was defused. My plan was working and would move to phase two the next day. Paul.... When I woke up I was hard and sweaty. I had a nice, long dream about Trisha and it only served to confuse my feelings even more. The previous night had been rough, starting in the morning with my peek of bare ass and culminated in watching her masturbate for the second time. I didn't know how much more I could take. This time, I got up early and made breakfast. Trisha came in as I was finishing and we served it up and ate. She cleaned up and I went to shower and dress. I sat out back and surfed on my phone while she got ready. I had no plans for the day, and was waiting to see if she wanted to do something. She came out and joined me, this time wearing a thin jersey dress that was very thin. As she moved in front of me, it was molded to her ass, and I could easily tell she was pantiless as well as braless. "Have anything planned today or anything you want to do," I asked. "How about Bottomless Lakes?" she asked. I had to laugh. "You really are on a tour of our childhood, aren't you?" Bottomless Lakes was not a nudist area, but rather a series of small sinkhole lakes that were extremely deep for their small size. The largest was Lea Lake, and it had paddle boats to rent and swimming all over. We had gone their often in the summers growing up with our parents. "Yep. It's odd the weird things you miss when you go away," she said. "We probably need to stop and get you a new suit. The one you have might scandalize everyone there." She laughed. "Yep, I can just see all the little mommies covering me with towels." We drove by and she ran in the store and returned with a bag. We drove out of town and out toward the lakes. About halfway there, she pulled the suit out of the bag and took the tags off. "Sorry, but there is no way I am changing in those nasty bathrooms," she said. With that, she peeled off her dress and sat there naked before putting on the top. I could see everything out of the corner of my eye and watched as she shimmied into the bottoms. When she spread her legs to put one leg through, I looked directly across at her and could see her pussy spread slightly and the moistness within. I fixed my gaze on the road until she had her dress back on over the swimsuit. I shifted uncomfortably to try to find a place for my cock. Trisha.... Changing in the truck was genius, if I do say so myself. As I flaunted myself, I watched him harden and try to hide the bulge. His mind may have been screaming no, but his body was saying yes. For me, I was wearing the skin off rubbing my clit two or three times a day. We pulled in and Paul paid for parking and we drove around the lake until we found a free awning. It was at the end, and we unloaded two chaise loungers and towels. Paul muscled the ice chest out and sat it between us. I ogled his arms as he lifted the chest and became even wetter. I pulled the dress off and fussed with my towel, managing to position my ass inches from his face. I was not above using my best asset against him. I glanced back and his eyes were firmly locked on my backside. I had looked for and found the smallest coverage suit they had and it was what you would call cheeky. While not a thong, it dipped between my cheeks at the bottom and exposed my cheeks pretty nicely. We went to the water and swam for a bit, and I managed to engage him in a little rough housing, making sure to rub myself all over him in the process. I wasn't playing fair, but I explained I always went all out to get what I wanted. We wasted the entire day swimming and sunning, and it was one of the best days I had had in a very long time. When we left, I did something totally unnecessary. I pulled my dress back off and stripped off my bikini. I looked down at myself and called attention to myself. "I got some major sun today. I have tanlines like crazy." Paul looked, and he obviously liked the pale lines against my sun darkened skin. There is something sexy about tanlines in my opinion, making someone nude even more naked. He finally pulled his eyes away and I put my dress back on with a satisfied feeling. Paul.... The tanlines display was cruel, and I knew she was fucking with me. Her white bits surrounded by her darker tan was so sexy I almost ran off the road. My resolve was weakening by the second, and in one way I was ready for her to return to Virginia. I also didn't want her to leave at all. I drove us home and showered, and restrained myself from beating off once more. I thought about calling my lady friend, but somehow, despite my overwhelming level of lust, the idea did not appeal to me. When I walked out, Trisha was already showered and her jet black hair was damp. She was adorable as hell. "I know you don't want to do this, but can you put some aloe on my back?" She was wearing my shirt again, and I had no doubt she was naked underneath. As much as she thought she was being sneaky, I was on to her game. I took the bottle and she sat between my legs on the couch. She pulled up the shirt over her shoulders and sure enough she was naked. I applied the aloe and rubbed it in lightly. As I worked my way down her back, I couldn't stop looking at her bare cheeks, which were inches in front of my hard cock. As I worked, she managed to close those few inches and was pressing her ass against my cock. "I know your feelings on the matter, but your cock isn't agreeing with your mind." "Drop it," I said with more venom than I meant. I was frustrated in so many ways, and wanted her so bad. Coming to terms with the situation mentally was the final hurdle, and that was getting shorter every second. "Take your time, Paul. That feels so good," she purred. I snapped right then. I slid my hands up her sides and reached around and cupped her breasts roughly. I pinched her nipples, wanting to make her feel what I felt. I pulled her head around and kissed her, all my passion rising to the surface. I pushed my cock hard against her firm, yet yielding ass and deepened the kiss. Unbidden, I saw an image of my sister tied to a wooden cross with a strange man pawing her and had to stop. I lifted her and set her on the couch and moved quickly to my room. Before I shut the door, I called to her, "I'm sorry, Trink." Trisha.... I sat stunned by his departure. I had got him to break, and for a minute, it was incredible. His big hands felt so good squeezing my breasts and he knew just how I liked my nipples played with. The kiss took my breath away and I thought he was going to finally give me what I wanted. Then, he was gone. I sat stunned for a moment, my body aching for him, but more importantly, my heart was hurting as well. All my life, even with Gavin, I separated sex and love and never felt a longing in my heart for intimacy. Sex was a bodily function alone, and it was the physical desire which was what drove me. Suddenly, I was emotionally invested in sex and it was an entirely new feeling. I sat for a bit, thinking about the events that just happened. I got up and went to my bathroom to wash my face. I stared in the mirror and looked at myself closely. There was no evidence in my face that led to any indication that I was a deviant. Truthfully, I didn't really feel like a deviant, but knew my desires, both with submission and my desire for my brother were considered deviant by society. My eyes were clear, and again I looked at the color and realized that my entire life, every time I looked in a mirror and saw my eyes, I always thought of Paul. I grew up looking at his gray eyes, and he was what I always thought of looking in the mirror. I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I was going to resolve the issue once and for all. I walked down the hall, still completely and totally naked, head high and shoulders back. As expected, Paul's door was locked, so I rapped on it and waited. "Go away, Trink." "Paul, you have to talk to me now. If you do, I promise I will never approach the subject ever again. I will leave here tomorrow and go back to Virginia and leave you alone. You just have to have a real discussion with me." Paul opened the door and looked out and almost closed it when he saw me naked. "It doesn't matter if I am naked or not." I pushed past him and walked and sat in the chair by his bed, making a clear statement that I was giving him his space. Paul.... She walked in, naked as the day she was born and sat in my chair. To her credit, she demurely crossed her legs as she got settled. "What happened? Why did you run away?" I looked at her and decided to just go with the truth. "I want you, Trisha. More than I have ever wanted anyone else. It's hard to admit, but it's the truth. Don't think I didn't know you have been trying to seduce me the past few days, either. When you were there in front of me with your shirt up, I just lost it. I wanted to feel you, to grab you and make you mine. I did, and all I could think about was you tied up with some stranger groping you and I realized I was no better than he was." "Paul, no! You should never think that! That situation was entirely against my will. A little bit ago was entirely me, wanting to do what I wanted. It was perfect, you were touching me exactly how I wanted to be touched. Look at me! There is nothing, and I mean nothing you could do to me that I don't want. I know this is hard for you to hear, but I would be yours, Paul, and you could have me anytime, anywhere you wanted. If you wanted my ass, all you have to do is tell me to bend over and I would love it. If you want to come in my mouth, on my face, I would love it. Damn it, Paul, I love you! Not like a sister normally loves a brother, but as a woman loves a man." I thought about what she said and had some misgivings fade away. "I don't know, Trink. I don't know if I am what you want. I'm not a dominant person. My idea of good sex is equality." "There is nothing wrong with that, but at least admit the idea of having me your way does turn you on a little. I'm not asking for more than you can handle, just to have an open mind. We are alone in this world. We have no family to judge us, and if we lived quietly, who would ever know. I can't have kids, so we don't have to worry about inbred babies. Lets just try and be together and see what happens. Please, Paul!" I looked at my beautiful sister and everything faded away. Everything. All the doubts I had about us, all the things I thought of her lifestyle, and I knew I wanted her. I stood and moved in front of her and knelt on the floor. I pulled her to me and kissed her, tasting her mouth as my hands gently cupped her breasts. This time I went slower, pulling and pinching her nipples and listening to her as I played with her. "Yes," she moaned. I moved down her body, licking and kissing my way down her neck and across her upper chest, before stopping and worshipping her breasts. I took each hard nipple and suckled it, teasing her into complete hardness. She moaned as I did, telling me to kiss her and suck her breasts. She leaned back in the chair as I moved lower, kissing across her taut stomach and dipping my tongue into her belly button briefly. As I moved past her mound, I kissed the tender flesh of her inner thigh and gently nipped at the small amount of extra flesh there. Her mound was smooth and clean, and I licked across to tease her.