The Sweetest Taboo

"Hey sis! Remember me?"

Tisha Roberts stood at the door in complete shock 
looking at the person in front of her, the latest 
KaySlay CD whispering its aural presence in the 
background.  She scanned the person in front of her, 
trying to figure out what was going on.  The woman in 
front of her was wearing a black leather catsuit that 
stopped just below her ass.  Combined with a pair of 
thigh length black leather platform boots, the girl's 
athletic, almost flat-out muscular legs seemed to 
stretch forever.  The torso seemed almost unnatural, 
with a toned, tight stomach evident even through the 
leather and a bust that did just that through the 
catsuit, leaving a valley of cleavage for a lock of 
blonde hair to contrast against her dark chocolate 
skin.  Her head was surrounded with a waist-length 
main of platinum blonde hair, and her face was made up 
with light metallic colors, her bright smile beaming 
through her shiny rose-colored lips.

Tisha, meanwhile, stared back, leaning her 5'10" frame 
against the door, her faded Janet Jackson t-shirt and 
sweatpants draping down against her body as she shook 
her head and said, "no way."

"Yes it is, sis," the woman said as she ran her hand 
through Tisha's short-shorn curly locks.  "It's me, 
Jimmy.  Remember?"

"Yeah, right.  Jimmy is over in Okinawa right now, 
serving his military proudly...or so he keeps writing 
me."

"And that's going to be the official story to ma, at 
least until I figure out what to tell her," the woman 
continued.  "Remember your first boyfriend?  You know, 
the tall, skinny one with those freaking Dumbo ears?  
The one you said wasn't, how do I put this, big enough 
for you?  The one I hid out in my closet to bail you 
out?"

Tisha stood up in shock when the woman at the door 
rattled off such a personal detail.  "Well," Tisha 
said half to herself.  "If you know that, then you 
must know plenty about Jimmy..."

"'cause I am Jimmy!" the woman said.  "Look, I know 
this stresses credulity, but could you let me in?  I 
wanted to visit home, and I figured that I wouldn't 
scare you to death if I didn't use the keys.  C'mon 
now.

"Well, you do look kinda like Grandma," Tisha 
continued as she studied the woman's face.  
"Especially..."

"...around the eyes," the woman finished as she picked 
up the small leather bag at her feet.

"Oh my God," Tisha said in a whisper, shocked as 
realized that this might be her brother after all.

Tisha leaned out over the door and looked both ways on 
the quiet tree-lined block, making sure a few people 
as possible were witnessing this exchange.  Then, she 
stepped back away from the door, motioning for the 
woman to come in.  "Come in, um...what do you call 
yourself these days?"

"Storm," the woman replied as she walked in the door, 
ducking in under the door frame.  "You know, like 
Halle Berry's character from the X-Men movies?"

"OK," Tisha said with a giggle   "Name like a 
stripper?  This story has to be good," she said as she 
closed the door.  "Where do you wanna tell it?"

"How about in your room, sis?" Storm replied.  "I hear 
you got the latest KaySlay mixtape up there blasting.  

"Yeah, I was listening to that before entering the 
Twilight Zone," Tisha said, still in shock about the 
events of the past few minutes.  "Come."

Tisha looked over her shoulder as she heard the thud 
of those high heels tap onto the hardwood floor.  As 
she walked up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder 
and couldn't help but notice how slinky her brother, I 
mean sister, looked in that catsuit.  "How the fuck 
did he end up a sex object?" Tisha thought to herself.

Tisha turned up the hallway towards her bedroom, then 
opened the door, hitting both her and Storm with a 
wall of sound."

"Is that the new Papoose?  Sounds like he's at it 
again!"

"Yeah, he is," Tisha said as she killed the volume on 
the stereo. She climbed onto the bed, then took loose 
her scrunchie, letting her brown hair flare out a bit 
before tightening it up again.  "OK, Jimmy, let me 
ask.  Are you really in Okinawa?"

"Well, I was for a while, then shit got real...really 
real."

"So real that you have tits faker than Pamela Anderson 
Lee?"

"Yeah, pretty much.  Let me explain this one, OK?"

"Alright, this should be a good one.  My brother has 
turned into a tranny because he has to," Tisha said as 
she folded her knees up on the bed and snuggled in 
next to her teddy bears.  "What next?  Ellen DeGeneres 
doing interracial gangbangs?"

"With some of the shit I've seen, I wouldn't be 
surprised to see her doing it, with Portia de Rossi 
the fluffer.  Let me explain this as quickly as 
possible.  Now, up until about a year ago, everything 
I've been telling you and mom has been pretty 
accurate.  Yadda, yadda, yadda, basic training, blah 
blah blah computer training, wah, wah, wah Okinawa.  I 
was just thanking my lucky stars that good grades on 
the Basic Skills test combined with some classic luck 
of the draw had me in Japan as opposed to the Middle 
East.  Then, one day in the shower, I see some officer 
walk up to me, tell him to come at once and toss me a 
towel to keep decent."

"What for?"

"Well, we're getting closer to my current appearance.  
You know the family genes for thin, wiry builds, 
especially among the men?"

"Yeah.  I know how our uncles are.  But what does that 
have to do with anything?  Is the army making a he-she 
army?"

"Get comfy, because this is going to be rich.  After 
being yanked from the shower, I end up in this place 
way out behind God's back to a meeting with a bunch of 
guys who I thought were civilians, along with my 
military escort and some other officer dude.  Anyway, 
turns out the civilians work for what's commonly 
called The Company."

"What Company?"

"THE company.  The CIA."

"Oh, that's some shit," Tisha said as she sat up.  "So 
the CIA made you into a transsexual Halle Berry?  By 
the way, stand up...I want to see what they did to ya."

"Yeah, that's pretty much the size of it," Storm said 
as she climbed off the bed and stood in front of her 
sister.  In the narrow bedroom, it became much more 
obvious to Tisha how her brother had changed.  Her 
breasts looked impossibly pneumatic as they almost 
floated over her head.  While the tight, wiry frame 
she was used to growing up, she didn't expect her 
brother to be turned into a real-life comic book 
heroine.  Even her, I mean, his, I mean, fuck it, her 
brother's ass looked much more voluptuous than any she 
could ever have, no matter how much weight she put on 
or how well she worked out.

"Is all of that a part of you?"

"Courtesy of the American taxpayer, and I got the 
thankfully small scars to prove it."

"OK, I gotcha.  But why all this?" Tisha said, 
gesturing to Storm's body.

"Alright, here's the drill: a good chunk of American 
spies are either closet cases or fans of transsexuals 
like me.  It turns out that if you're good at being in 
the closet about your sexuality, you'll be good at 
other forms of living a double life.  Of course, then 
the CIA can't use the same methods of spying on the 
spies, and that's where I came in.  Apparently, 
between the build and some, ahem, 'male attributes', 
the CIA thought I would be a good person to check out 
on these people, ya know, flirt with them, get into 
relationships with them, and make sure they're playing 
for the home team."

"They obviously aren't, especially if they're with 
you.  I mean, don't they notice your hands?"

"He, he, funny," Storm said with a toss of her hair.  
"My job was to make sure they weren't trying to sell 
nuclear secrets to Al-Qaeda and stuff like that, not 
that kind of home team.  Anyway, the first month was a 
bitch.  Implants, silicone injections in the ass and 
thigh, rib removal, facial feminization surgery, the 
works.  Can I say Codeine IVs are better the Jesus?"

"Yeah, I bet.  I got some Tylenol with Codeine when I 
broke my leg last year, remember?" Tisha said while 
the two siblings broke into a laugh and ended up 
slapping 5.

"Then after all that, there were the femininity 
classes.  I had to act, dress, talk and generally 
carry myself to be enough of a woman that I wouldn't 
get beat on the street while making it obvious to the 
open-minded set who I was.  And then there was anal 
training..." Storm said before shivering in recoil, 
looking up and putting her long-taloned hands over her 
prodigious chest.  "Mine eyes have seen the glory of 
the coming of the Lord..."

"Damn, that's some deep shit.  So how did you make it 
here?"

"Alright," Storm said after taking a breath.  
"Eventually, they informed me of my first target.  I 
can't tell you what he was doing, but no one would 
mistake this dude for James Bond, that's for true.  
Anyway, I was planted in this club out in London to 
meet up with him.  Being nervous about that whole sex 
thing, I played hard-to-get for a bit, getting useful 
info to my superiors and such, which was thankfully 
good news.  Of course, at some point he was looking to 
consummate the relationship, and, well, I ran.  I got 
the hell out of Dodge, got in touch with my superior 
and couldn't do it.  I mean..."

Storm took a deep breath, then wiped her eyes and ran 
a hand through her platinum tresses.  "It's one thing 
to be told this is what's going on, but when he 
touched my leg and kissed my cheek, I mean...fuck 
country at that point.  Everyone has their limit, ya 
know?"

"Damn, I know that's some ill shit," Tisha said as she 
gave Storm a hug, rubbing her arm and brushing her 
hair out of her face.  "I can't believe all that 
happened to you.  What did they do after that?  And 
why did they choose you in the first place?"

"Well, because of the obvious physical stuff.  Heck, 
before this, I had this regular local piece and a 
female solider who performed some maintenance, if you 
get my drift.  But after all this, it was kind of hard 
to just go back to the base.  Officially, I was off 
doing some special ops in Afghanistan, so I had to go 
back as Storm to Okinawa to run some entertainment 
agency for the troops, like setting up parties and 
shows and stuff.  Meanwhile, it's kind of hard to 
circulate on the base with all...this," Storm said as 
she gestured to herself.  "I mean, if you're female in 
the military, you aren't going to be seen too tough 
with a female, especially one who looks like me.   I 
was able to convince the brass to let me back home for 
a visit, and here I am."

Tisha sat there in gap-jawed shock, amazed at the 
story she heard.  Then she looked down at her new 
sister, exchanged a look and knew that it was real.  
She held her sister close, caressing her hair, feeling 
a bit warm from the touch.  She shook her herself to 
herself, then lifted her sister up against the bed on 
the wall.

"So, what are your plans for being in the city?"

"Other than visit you, nothing much," Storm said.  "To 
keep up appearances, I need to meet up with some 
people during the day, but that's about it.  How's mom 
doing?"

"She's OK.  Work at the hospital is the same ol' same 
ol'."

"And how's the Applebee's?"

"Managing it is a bit of a pain, as usual," Tisha said 
with a laugh.  "Though the wait staff is a bit 
nervous, with the economy is biting into their tips."

"And classes?"

"Just one more year of the foolishness, ya know..."Tisha 
replied.  "Hey, can I ask ya something?"

"Sure."

"Can I see your tits?"

"OK, let me get to my feet," Storm said.  She got her 
balance on her platform heels, then reached behind her 
neck to start the zipper down.  After managing it to 
get it so far down, she reached behind her and pulled 
it down the rest of the way.  Struggling a bit with 
the tight leather, she pulled one arm, then the other 
out of her suit, letting it drop to reveal a huge, 
perfectly round and firm set of tits that didn't look 
as fake as much as they did supernatural.  The massive 
mammaries were almost the size of her head each, yet 
seemed to defy gravity as they stood out in front of 
her, with huge, almost black areolas the size of the 
palm of her hand and smallish nipples.

"Hmmm..." Tisha said to herself as she reached out and 
traced the areolas.  "Looks like you managed to get 
boobs shaped like mine, except, well, perfect.  Even 
the nipples look just like mine."

"I know," Storm said, unsteady on her high perch as 
her sisters toyed with her breasts.  "They told me the 
same thing after all the surgeries, that I must have 
picked that up from you," she finished with a nervous 
giggle.

"Really," Tisha said as she tried to heft a gravity-
defying breast in her hand out of curiosity.  Getting 
up on her knees and looking at a nipple, she swirled 
her tongue around it and gave it a suck, making Storm 
sigh a bit.  She swirled her tongue around, then, 
rocked back on her knees with a loud pop.

"Hey, I, I got a bit carried away.  You do look kind 
of tasty there though.  Such nice skin."

"Thanks sis," Storm replied, blushing through her dark 
skin.  "You know, it's kind of been a while, ya know.  
Hey, can I see yours?"

"Why?"

"'Cause you seen mine, ya nut.  Besides, I haven't 
seen yours since you were 7, and I still don't buy the 
family resemblance thing."

"Alright, alright," Tisha said as she reached for the 
bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.  
"Happy now?"

Storm brushed a few stray locks of hair out of her 
face and looked down at her sister.  For such a thin 
frame, she had more than a handful on her chest.  In 
anything, the areolas she had were larger than her, 
standing out in caramel on her two-toned skin.  

"Yes, I am, my two-toned sis.  In fact, I might just 
return the favor," Storm replied as she reached down 
to pinch those nipples hard before pulling them.

"Hey, that hurt!" Tisha screamed in mock horror.

Storm stuck her tongue out at her in response.  
"Chicken!"

"Speaking of chicken, did you really have that 
surgery, um, what's your name now?"

"Storm," she replied.  "And yes, I did.  They just 
went though the belly button, see?" she continued, 
showing the small scar along the bottom of her navel 
as she stretched out the skin of her ripped abs.

"How did they get those boobs up there then?"

"They told me they used a catheter to snake them up 
into place, then inflated them.  It took me two go-
rounds to get me up to that size.  All the scars I 
have is that and a couple on the bottom of my ass, 
that's it."

"Really?  Lemme see."

Storm turned around to face her sister, the shelf of 
her huge, rounded ass stretching her catsuit to the 
max.  She reached down to unzip the suit over the rest 
of her bac and ass, then stuck her thumbs into the 
catsuit and the boyshorts underneath to pull the suit 
down until it pooled around her feet.  She leaned on 
the dresser next to her to step out of the catsuit, 
kicked it to the side and stood there.

"Wow, they gave you a fatty there," Tisha said before 
giving Storm's ass a smack and hearing it crack a bit 
more than expected.  "Ain't it on the hard side 
though?"

"Eh, you get used to it," Storm said.  "At least it 
got the job done from my perspective, or maybe a bit 
too well.  You'd be surprised how many dudes didn't 
notice how hard it was during my brief spy adventures.  
But look," she said as she gripped her cheeks and 
raised them.  "I got a couple of lines down and the 
base of these things.  See them?"

"Yeah," Tisha said as she leaned forward and traced 
them out.  "Did it hurt when they did all that?"

"Mmmhmm, but at least it's good and healed up for 
now," Storm said as she let go of her ass.  She then 
turned around and said, "is there anything else you 
want to...ooh, I'm sorry.  You OK?"

Storm looked down at her sis, and realized she 
accidentally smacked the side of Tisha's face with her 
dick.  She saw Tisha rub her cheek, dazed in response, 
then her eyes bulge open as she realized what hit her.  
She hefted up the thick, limp dick in one hand and the 
balls in the other.  She looked down at Tisha weighing 
her privates in her hands, her eyes glazing over, then 
feeling those lips and tongue on her shaft, springing 
them to life.  Soon, she felt Tisha's lips stretch 
around her swollen head, the suction tugging at her 
head and the feeling tugging at her brain.

She reached down with one hand to caress Tisha's hair 
and the other to brace herself on the dresser.  
Meanwhile, Tisha grabbed onto the the thick shaft and 
dove onto that huge dick, sucking and coating the half 
of it she was able to cram into her mouth.  She sucked 
like a woman possessed, the thought of what a huge 
dick could do making her pants wet as it hardened in 
her mouth, making her gag and back off of each inch as 
it grew in her mouth.  She stopped sucking for a bit 
and pumped the huge hard shaft in her mouth as she 
groaned in desire before swirling her tongue around 
the plum-like head, making her sister shiver, before 
sucking hard on the head and pulling off of it with a 
loud pop.  Reaching up on her knees, she reached for 
and grabbed a can of air freshener off the dresser.  
She scrambled back down with thin breath, then placed 
it side by side wityh the length organ she was just 
fellating.

"Damn, you're big," Tisha gasped.  "Your headd 
stretched past this can, and you're almost as thick.  
What the fuck?  How did I miss this growing up?"

"A lot of modesty," Storm said in her lust-hazed mind.  
Snapping back to reality, she recoiled a bit.  "Wait a 
sec.  You just sucked my dick, right?"

"Yeah, I mean..."

"I know it's been a while and all, but still, I don't 
wanna marry you on some West Virginia shit.  I mean..."

"Yeah, I feel ya," Tisha said as she lay back on the 
bed.  "But it was just so big and tempting and so 
close and...well, you see what happened, right?"

"True.  That did feel good.  But wait a sec, since I 
got you here..."

"You buggin', right?"

"I mean...you got any condoms?  That'll cut down on the 
freak show kid movement."

"Hold on," Tisha said as she nudged Storm out of the 
way, dug through her panties and pulled out a box of 
Magnum XXLs.  "If you're for real, use these."

Storm stood there for a moment rocking on her platform 
heels, as her big head and little head battled it out 
in her mind.  She looked down at her sister for a bit, 
then almost snatched the box out of her hand, fishing 
out a condom opening the wrapper and unfurling it on 
her dick.

"Get. On.  All.  Fours."

She saw her sister get onto the bed on all fours, then 
reached down to pull down her pants.  She got on one 
knee behind her sister, holding onto her dick and 
aiming it for that pussy.  After a bit of an assist, 
she could feel the warmth envelop her tip.  Little by 
little, she eased her way into the warm, wet walls, 
feeling them squeeze with each stroke in and out.  
Finally, she managed to hit bottom, and began to 
slowly pump.  She got her rhythm going with long 
strokes, steadying herself with one hand on her 
sister's arched back.  Feeling herself a bit, she 
wrapped her hands around her sister's hips, her talons 
digging into her sister's flesh, her platinum tresses 
beginning to stick to her as she started pumping in 
abandon.  That wonderful, tight pussy was rubbing 
against her so right, tugging at her, milking her in 
response.  She could hear her sister moaning off in 
the distance, each stroke making her want to go 
harder, make her to come hard as the loud slap of 
flesh hypnotized her.

"Jimmy!"

"Wh-what sis?" Storm said as she was broken out of her 
trance.

"Phew!  I knew calling you that would get our 
attention," Tisha said, almost out of breath.  "Hey, 
can we change angles?  I'm hitting the wall with my 
head here."

"Oh, OK.  Lay down lengthwise on the bed," Storm said 
as she pulled out of Tisha, then got off the bed for 
Tisha to straighten out.   She then climbed in between 
Tisha's legs and pifted them up on her shoulders 
before gently guiding herself into the opened, slick 
gash between her sister's legs.  She pushed in all the 
way to the bottom, then rocked back a bit on her knees 
before starting to stroke out, htting the G-spot with 
her huge member.  Storm looked down and just rocked 
her hips back and forth, making her sister gasp in 
pleasure.  She kept up the motion, loving the way that 
cunt squeezed on her more and more until it went a-
flutter, coating her balls in a thick layer of juice.  
She blindly groped out her sister's tits, rolling and 
pinching the nipples and getting a yelp out of her as 
she kept up that motion before stopping and bending 
down to suck a nipple.  

Taking off the legs off of her shoulders, she reached 
down with one hand and rolled Tisha's swollen clit 
between her fingers.  Feeling her coochie twitch 
around her dick, she braced herself on her hand, 
pulled out and slid down between Tisha's legs, 
brushing aside sweat-matted clumps for her hair from 
her face.  She swirled a tongue deep inside of that 
warm, distressed cunt, swiping that juice into her 
mouth before she started tickling the lips with the 
tip of her tongue.  Swiping it back and forth, she had 
to hold on to those hips to keep Tisha from popping 
her in the mouth.  Hitting the clit, she flicks, then 
circled, then sucked it into her mouth.  She gently 
inserted her nails inside, swirling them around inside 
of her before a couple of twitches of her fingers made 
that twat explode, making her sister yelp a bit as she 
dug into her nails and felt the juices collect into 
the palm of her hand.  She rode out the orgasm, then 
slowly eased her fingers out, taking one long last 
lick of that swollen clit.

By instinct, she pulled her condom off of her slick 
cock, then straddled her sister face and slipped it 
into her mouth.  By instinct, Tisha sucked on it, then 
turned to slide in more into her mouth once she 
realized it was that huge dick that got her off.  
Storm leaned over her sister, wrapped one lean arm 
around her head and pumped her cock wit her other hand 
until she exploded, flooding Tisha's mouth with cum.  
She finally felt the sexual tension start to release 
as she flooded her sister's mouth with cum as she 
swallowed, then started to back off as she felt 
herself slowing to a drip.  She release her sister, 
step off of the bed, then sliding down to the floor 
sitting, her legs bent almost in half at the knees.

"I can't...I mean, um, damn..."

"What, Storm?"

"I can't believe I fucked my sister," she said in a 
daze.  "That's some shit, huh?"

"Well, I can't believe my brother now looks like my 
sister super hero sister, tells me the Feds turned him 
into this, accidentally slaps me with the biggest dick 
I'm seen in person, which I then proceed to fuck out 
of a lust haze," Tisha said as she sat up on the bed.  
"I think I have you beat."

"OK," Storm said as she wiped the hair out of her 
face, then tried to straighten out her frizzy, sweaty 
blonde tresses.  "Tell ya what.  Where's your 
cellphone?"

"Hold on," Tisha said as she pulled her shirt down 
over her ass, then walked out the room.  "Here you 
go," Tisha said when she returned with the phone, 
reaching down to her sister.  

"Alright," Storm said as she took the phone and keyed 
in her cell phone number.  "I saved my number on here.  
Got any plans for tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Call me in a couple of hours at the number I keyed 
in.  I'll have a car sent out for you.  We'll go 
someplace nice.  It's the least I can do for violating 
you, and we can actually talk."

"Yeah.  Can I say this shit is still weird?"

"That you may.  Got any spare clean sheets or towels 
or something?  I need to take a shower."

"One moment shemale Barbie," Tisha said as she walked 
out to find some sheets.  Meanwhile, Storm crawled 
over to her bag she casually tossed on the floor and 
fished out her phone.

"Hello?  Yes.  It's Storm Weathers.  Could you send 
over a car to the last place you dropped me at?  How 
long?  OK, I'll be ready by then.  Thanks, bye."

Tisha looked down at her naked sister talking on the 
phone.  "Storm Weathers, eh?  Real original.  How 
original is that?"

"As original as me tacklin' yo' ass!" Storm said as 
she playfully tackled her sister onto the bed, then 
smothered her a bit with a pillow.  She looked around 
for the sheets, then picked up the towels Tisha 
brought into the room.  "That's for the sheets."

"You're welcome...for me not to kick you in the balls!"

Storm stuck her tongue out at Tisha, then gathered the 
sheets tight to her and walked towards the bathroom 
from her youth.

"Do you remember where the bathroom is LITTLE BOY!"  

"Fuck you Tisha!"

"Ya just did, remember?" Tisha said with a boisterous 
laugh.

***

Tisha sat at the table in the restaurant waiting for 
her sister.  Since Storm took her cab back to the 
hotel, she did have the presence of mind of fix her 
hair, styling her honey brown tresses into a nice bob.  
She kept her makeup fairly simply, a muted burgundy 
shade painted on her lips.  As she sat there sipping 
on her glass of water, she was thankful for the basic 
black later dress she had on, but wonderful if her 
choice of undergarments was fair.  She then looked up 
to see what had to have been her sister in the 
distance.  Herr hair looked so light, it almost glowed 
in the soft restaurant light.  The ice blue PVC 
catsuit she wore clung and revealed as much as it 
covered, with the zipper not even making to her navel 
and her huge tits framed by the synthetic material.  
She wore suede boots the same color with 6 inch 
stiletto heels and accessorized nicely with a small 
bronze lame purse and large hoops earrings.

"Hey sis!" Storm said as she reached out her hand."

"Hey, uh, Storm," Tisha said as she reached out her 
hand.  "I gotta get used to that name."

"Highly understandable.  Did you get a chance to look 
at the menu?"

"Nah, I figure I'd let you guide.  Besides, I'm ticked 
they don't have those all-you-can-eat mozzarella 
sticks."

Storm said, "hey, Applebee's isn't pumping weight on 
the block, right?  Besides, as a part of this whole 
thing, I have to maintain a certain image."  Storm 
then pulled out a chair and had a seat at the table.

"So...what are you doing out in NYC these days?"

"Well, right now, it looks like I'm a high-falutin' 
USO rep, but unfortunately Bob Hope is dead," Storm 
said as she ran a hand through her hair.  "I spend the 
productive part of my day dealing with agents to get 
the big acts out on the various bases out in Okinawa 
and South Korea.  Tomorrow, I got this long ass 
meeting with Chris Lighty and the good people at 
Violator Management.  Other times, I fly out to 
various spots in East Asia to talk concerts and stuff.  
It's not what I signed up for, but when I consider the 
alternative, I'm proud to be an industry..."

"Chill out!  You know you ain't got no sense saying 
that in mixed company," Tisha said.

"Hush up, bland food pusher, and look at the menu to 
see if there's anything you like."

"Alright, alright," Tisha said as she picked up the 
menu and scanned for what we wanted to order.

"Nice dress by the way," Storm said.  "You do clean up 
nice."

"Aww, thanks sweetheart.  And what's with your look?"

"For one, the American taxpayer won't pay for anything 
calmer.  Besides, remember what I was supposed to end 
up as.  Does that sound like something I'd end up in 
staid clothes for?"

"Good point," Tisha said as the waiter arrived.  
"Hmm...what do I want to order?"

***

The two siblings had themselves a nice meal out, 
sitting around, flashing back to old times.  The meal 
was worth every penny, and the top-notch wine was 
loosening up some minds.

"This is some great wine," Tisha said as she let the 
nectar linger on her tongue before swallowing.  "How 
did you manage to swing this again?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," Storm 
deadpanned, to much laughter.  "Besides, in order to 
run in the circles I hang in now, I had to learn a few 
things."

"I see your point.  It's just hard to just not, ya 
know, drink it/"

"Been there, done that, and unfortunately don't have 
the requisite substitute hoochie-wear to sub for the 
t-shirt."

Tisha nervously giggled for a bit, then looked down at 
the table.  "Storm, um, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up sis?"

Tisha audibly sighed, then said "I've been thinking 
about this afternoon.  I mean, it's kind of bugged, 
ain't it?  I didn't mean for things to happen like 
that."

"Neither did I.  I mean, think of all the times we've 
been naked and half-naked around each other over the 
years..."

"...when you looked a lot different than now!" Tisha 
said with a laugh.

"True, true.  All I did was show off my small surgery 
scars, accidentally hit you with my stuff, then you 
lost it, then I lost since times have been hard in the 
yard, if you get my drift, and there we are.  For lack 
of a better word, shit happened.  I mean, I like my 
non-Appalachian dating practices, and heck, failing 
that, you can't divorce relatives, so why go that 
deep, ya know?"

"True.

"But I would like to divorce cousin Rob, that fucking 
idiot.  How is he doing?"

Tisha bent over, trying to suppress a laugh.  "Chill 
out!  You're gonna make me squirt wine out my nose."

"But you see my point?  It happened; we won't forget 
it, big deal.  The worst that'll happen is that I've 
turned ya into a size queen."

"Who you tellin'?" Tisha said as she rolled her eyes 
and giggled.  "B-but I do want to ask you a favor 
though.  I mean, if you don't want to do it, it's OK, 
but..."

"What is it?"

"Well, I don't want to make this sound like a bigger 
deal than this is, but this afternoon was fun.  I 
mean, I don't want, uh, what you said earlier, but, 
um, I mean..."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck me up the ass," Tisha said in a 
rushed whisper.  "There, I said it.  I know you're my 
brother and all, but I've never had something as big 
as you, and I've never did it, um, back there.  I 
figure if I wanted to try it, so I mind as well try it 
with someone I trust right?"

Storm sat there for a moment, then took a sip of her 
wine.  "I guess.  I mean, it's been a while, and it 
wouldn't hurt..."

Tisha kicked Storm under the table, then unzipped her 
purse and opened it up.  Looking inside, she saw a 
tube of K-Y Jelly lying on top.  She flashed storm a 
look, then flashed a wide smile.  Storm replied with a 
shrug of the shoulders and a tilt of her head.

"Check please."

Luckily, a waiter was close by to take her hastily 
fished-out card.  The wait for the receipt to come 
back seemed forever, so she just gave a large tip to 
get out of Dodge and out to get a cab.  The siblings 
were lucky enough to get a cab as soon as they got out 
of the restaurant, and sat together wordlessly on the 
short ride back to Storm's hotel, afraid to break the 
mood.  They both exited out of the cab gingerly, then 
walked slowly across the lobby to the bank of 
elevators.  As Storm pressed the up button for the 
elevator, Tisha pulled up behind her, then silently 
followed Storm into the elevator, where she pressed 
the button for the floor.

"That was weird," Storm said with a smile, and Tisha 
replied with a nod of the head.  "I never thought I'd 
be trying to walk across around a hotel lobby with my 
sister."

"And I'd never thought my brother would have tits like 
these," Tisha said as she reached into the cleavage 
and felt the huge tits defy gravity in her cleavage.  
Little by little, she slid her hands into Storm's 
dress, toying with her nipples and making her gasp.  
She only stopped when the bell went off for their 
floor.

Straightening themselves up, Storm led Tisha to her 
hotel room and, after a bit of a hunt for the room 
key, let them both in.  The first view was of the 
lights of the city shining like stars through the 
floor to ceiling windows.    Once the light went on, 
the expansive layout was revealed.  From the huge 
closets to the plush king-sized bed, to the living 
area and a bathroom, all appointed with cool, modern 
style with metallic finishes, it seemed to match Storm 
while making her sister feeling out of place.

"Nice room you got there," Tisha said.

"Thanks.  I noticed it had a nice view when I checked 
in."

"So...uh, want to have a seat?"

"Yeah...OK."

Storm walked over to place her purse on the nightstand 
closest to her, while Tisha sat down straight up on 
the bed, her knees and feet together and her bag on 
her lap.  Storm walked over to her sister, towering 
over her in her heels and stood there wordlessly, 
trying to figure out a best way to get everything 
started.

"So, um, Tisha."

"Yes?"

"What, I mean, how are we going to do this?"

Tisha looked out in front of her and saw that the 
zipper on her sister's catsuit extended down through 
her crotch.  She reached out, peeled down the zipper 
and revealed a lacy pair of baby blue panties.  
Stopping to think for a moment, she licked the front 
of those panties, feeling that huge dick pulse and 
smelling its scent.  She grabbed the gusset, then 
pulled it to the side, watching that huge cock and 
balls drop to view.  She licked her lips as the 
panties now formed a baby blue band around such a 
huge, thick chocolate bar.  Finally, she lifted it up, 
titled her head to the side and took it in her mouth, 
moving her head from one side to the other before 
going back up.  She kept up with the momentum, trying 
to get it hard in her mouth, stroking it with both 
hands as she thought about how it would feel in her 
ass.  Finally, she steeled herself and started milking 
that huge dick with her mouth, holding on to the base 
with both hands as the thickening shaft strained her 
grip.  She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of 
that dick in her mouth, feeling it pulse and harden 
into a huge weapon that was destined to open up her 
ass to a level she's always wanted.

She reached down into her purse and fished out the 
metallic tube of lube.  Pulling her head off the dick 
and surprising short of breath, she uncapped the tube, 
dropped a dollop in the palm of her hands, then rubbed 
her hands together to warm it up.   She rubbed the 
huge dick from base to tip, hearing her sister gasp as 
she twisted her hands over the sensitive head.  When 
she was finished, it was all she could to eat the 
slick chocolate flesh, but she crawled up on the bed, 
got on all fours pointed towards the head and pulled 
up the back of her dress to her ass.

"Hmm, missy...what were you planning on doing if I said 
no?" Storm said as she got on her knees behind Tisha 
on the bed.

"Use that Pledge can I measured you with earlier."

"Really, now?" Storm said as she pulled a round ass 
cheek open, revealing her tight, tiny asshole.  "You 
sure you're ready for this?"

"Mmmhmm," Tisha said as she bit her lip and braced 
herself.

Storm aimed her hard dick for the tight asshole with 
one hand and gently pushed, grateful that it managed 
to yield open that much.  She took the time to ease it 
up Tisha's ass, relishing how tight it managed to grab 
onto her as she slid in.  When she finally bottom, she 
kept her hips absolutely still, knowing that it was 
going to take Tisha some time to adjust herself down 
there.  She used one hand to tickle that clit with her 
nails, loving the twitching on her hard dick that she 
felt.  She gently scratched those lower lips with her 
long talons before grabbing onto Tisha's hips and 
slowly starting to move.  With those first few small 
strokes, Tisha began to shake and moan uncontrollably, 
her ass trying to grip the huge dick as much as she 
could.  As she managed to finally get up to full 
strokes, Storm felt her sister loose it beneath her, 
cumming hard seemingly every few strokes.  Her 
momentum driving her shoulders into the bed.

Tisha felt a hand on her shoulder pull her up onto her 
elbows, as her body became a ball of pure energy.  She 
felt herself getting impaled on her sister's huge dick 
over and over, the massive stretching from the sheer 
fullness and friction playing her nerves perfectly.  
She felt herself trying to squeeze her ass muscle 
against the invading member, but to no use as a pair 
of hands attacked her nipples and clit simultaneously, 
eliciting a primal wail from between her legs.  She 
felt herself finally begin to leave her body, her 
orgasms driving her to a more than little death, then...

The sound of the water running into the sink brought 
her back to.  Storm had the door open as she poured 
some of the hotel's body wash on a washcloth, then 
lathered it up and cleaned her boy parts from the sex.  
Her tip was still sensitive, so she moved gingerly to 
avoid feeling the sting of the fabric.

"Uh...Storm," Tisha sleepily said.  "Where are you?"

"In the bathroom.  I'm cleaning up myself after you 
passed out."

"Wh-what happened?" Tisha said as she managed to roll 
onto her back and sit up slightly.

"Apparently, I did something right.  You passed out 
cold, and I was kind of freaked out as to what to do.  
I figure the smart thing to do is to pull out and 
start cleaning myself up."

"Oh," Tisha replied, as she finally felt what a gaping 
hole her asshole had became.  She reached down with a 
finger between her legs and tried to feel out her 
asshole.  She tried to clench down on her finger with 
her ass, but it wouldn't touch all around, though two 
seemed to be sufficient enough for her purposes.  
"Damn, I'm gaping.  Will I be OK?"

"Oh, you'll be fine, sis," Storm said as she wet the 
wash cloth against to begin to rinse the soap off of 
her.  "A night of sleep, and it'll be back to normal."

"Ok...um, mind if I sleep here tonight?" Tisha said as 
she sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Sure, sis.  I don't have to be down to the office 
until 11 or so.  Maybe we can go out for some 
breakfast."

"Alright," Tisha said.  Finally getting her bearings, 
she stood up and staggered the long distance to the 
bathroom, regretting the decision to wear even 2 inch 
heels.  She walked into the airy bathroom to see a 
sweat-glazed Storm, her translucent hair now frizzy 
and out of place, her hands making sure to get the 
last of the soap off of her still hard dick.

"How's it going there, sis of mine?"

"OK, just finishing up with the clean up."

"Hey, did you cum in the midst of all that?"

"Not really.  I kind of freaked out after you passed 
out.  I mean yeesh, you're still my sister, despite 
the events of the past few hours, ya know?"

Tisha shook her head as if still in a daze, then 
shuddered with the aftershock of an orgasm.  "Whew, 
that was wild."

"I take it that you enjoy anal?"

Tisha nodded her head.  "I think I did.  All I know is 
that, wow, that's some shit."

Storm took the time to laugh at her sister at her 
fate, shimming a bit and waving her dick a bit.

"You're a trip, ya know?"

"Thank you, thank you," Storm replied before sticking 
her tongue out at her sister.

"Hey, did you ever cum?"

"No...why do you keep asking?"

Tisha stood up straight as an idea popped into her 
head.  "Just sit down on the toilet seat and close 
your eyes.  I'll be back."

Storm did as she was told, figuring that whatever her 
sister was going to do would cure the dull ache in her 
balls.  She closed her eyes and leaned back a bit, her 
dick feeling impossibly tall out of her crotch.  Soon, 
she heard the click of heels on the tile, then the 
warmth of her sister's body between her legs.  Then, 
she felt warm, slick hands grip her dick, sliding 
slowly up and down, twisting at the tip.  Little by 
little, then tugged at her dick more forcefully, 
pulling her dick more closely to horizontal to the 
floor.  The strokes shortened up, concentrating on her 
tip as she felt her cum being tugged up through her 
dick.  Deciding to not firs the feeling, she lifted up 
her hips and let go, her cum pouring through her 
sister's fingers and onto the floor, with a few drops 
going back onto the shaft.  As she felt herself 
finally start to come down, she felt Tisha's tongue 
lick off the last bits of cum from her shaft.

"That was good, sis.  I needed that," Storm said as 
she sat up.  "Did you use the lube for jacking me 
off?"

"Mmmhmm," Tisha said.  "Figure it was the least I 
could do for you making me pass out."

"Thanks," Storm said as she reached down to undo the 
buckles on her heels.  "I think you just made me wanna 
sleep.  Can you toss a pillow off the bed for me?"

"What?  Is someone afraid of a little incest?" Tisha 
said to a big chuckle.  

"Hey, it's been fun, but I'm not planning on making 
this a regular thing, alright?"

"OK,' Tisha said in a faux-lusty whisper.  "But you 
know you could make me your sex slave...for life!"

"Hush," Storm said as she struggled to remove her 
boots from one, then the other leg.  "Besides, I still 
need to sleep.  But I still love you though.  Lemme 
peck your cheek," she said as she gave a big wet smack 
of Tisha's cheek before stepping over her.  

"Eww...gross, ya weirdo!"

Storm chucked to herself as she wound her way out of 
the skin-tight catsuit.  When she finally got it off 
of her, she let it drop to the floor, then walked over 
to her closet to fish out the spare blanket.  "C'mon, 
Tisha.  I really need to sleep."

"Alright," Tisha said as she finally got to her feet.  
She walked over to Storm and gave her a warm hug.  The 
two siblings then went to get themselves ready for 
bed, Tisha on the bed and Storm on the couch.

"You sure you're OK on the couch, sis?  I mean, I'm 
still new to this sis biz, but still..."

"Chill out, Tish.  You're my guest," Storm said as she 
pulled the blanket over her.

"Look, I know today's been weird, but you're still 
flesh and blood alright?"

"Tisha, Tisha, you worry too much!" Storm said as she 
walked over to her sister, then tucked her in and gave 
her a peck on the cheek.  "I've done this enough 
times, right?  Just think of tonight as something we 
can use to blackmail each other with," Storm finished 
with a laugh.

"Like that wonderful classy lady you snuck into the 
house back in high school, right?"

"Goodnight Tisha," Storm said as she jumped back onto 
the couch and pulled the blanket over her.  She let 
out a little chuckle before settling back into a nice, 
relaxing sleep.