Thorny Vines (Inc, bro/sis)

I think every dog had at least one lucky day. When I think back
how I got lucky, I still cannot determine whether it was due to
an instantaneous reaction or was destine to happen, which changed
my life and good fortune for many years ago. However, I know,
luck cannot be planed, and that’s was the case with me.

I was a little fifteen-year-old bookworm growing up in the
Pacific Northwest then. In that warm weekend in summer, our
parents went to Sunriver for the long weekend to help Uncle Bob’s
family build their log cabin. My sister Trish and I didn’t join,
since Trish made a big fuss about going there, perhaps because
Trish never enjoyed the company of our cousins, as they often
made fun for her tomboyish appearance and behavior. Uncles Bob’s
daughters were ladylike and therefore Trish found it hard to seek
common grounds with them.  Mom and dad didn’t want to leave Trish
home alone, since they found out that she had been messing with
an older boy that they didn’t approve. In my case, I did not care
either way, but since Trish did not go, my parents made me stay
home with her anyway.

She was also my best buddy and the protector when we were both in
junior high. However small she was, she never hesitates to make a
fist and punch someone when it was necessary. Likewise, she was a
good athlete, she always came to the playground to play baseball,
basketball or whatever else that we played and when she did, she
played her heart out to beat any completion. If not for her
behavior and very short hair, she was very feminine and
beautiful. She stood about 5'4" with short golden brown hair,
deep brown eyes, an attention grabbing flashy smile, nice firm
looking breasts, slim hips supported by wonderfully round
buttocks. Her figure reminded that she was young woman, although
she acted and behaved as a boy at times.

Friday evening after our parents left, we pretty much did our
usual activities until bedtime. Back then, there were no cell
phones, cable TV in our area or the internet. Since our parents
prohibited us from leaving the house or having friends over until
they returned, we didn’t have many options, but to watch TV, read
or goof around.
The Saturday was downright boring and we started to annoy each
other for no reason to make time go by. Then around the midday,
Trish received a phone call presumably from Jack that changed her
mood. Immediately after hanging up the phone, she asked if she
could go to the riverfront to join her friends for a picnic.
Parents had already instructed not to allow Trish to go anywhere
while they were out, because of Jack and therefore, I reminded
her that she shouldn’t go. After thinking for a moment, she asked
me to join, but begged not to tell parents. The river ran through
the county easement behind our land. As kids, we used to roam the
easement, chasing rabbits and picking berries, but after our
interest’s changes, we only crossed the property to get to the
river.

Trish made some sandwiches and lemonade to take. Once we got to
the riverfront, I found few boys that I knew therefore went to
hang with them, while Trish hung around with her friends. I
noticed Jack was present, but didn’t notice any mischievous acts
by Trish to report to parents.

We were pretty relaxed by the time we decided to head back to the
home.  On our way back, Trish stopped to pick some wild flowers,
even when she noticed lively wild flowers away from the footpath.
To do so, she had to make her way through wild shrubs and bushes.
I watched her make her way into the shrubby area calmly moving
obstacles on her, but soon I saw what I thought at the time to be
a humorous act unfolding before my eyes. She leaped up and
stretched her arms to the limit to pick flowers and as she did,
what appeared to be a thorny vine came loose from wherever it was
and tangled around her towel that was wrapped around her waist.
She probably didn’t notice. Then when she stretched more forward
to grab flowers, the towel came free and fell. All this happened
within a split second that she had no chance to escape. When her
reflexes got the best of her, she swung her arm to catch the
falling towel, thereby allowing the vine to coil and scrape her.
She swung her body immediately, getting more of the same vine to
wrap around her. in her effort to be free from one, caused
another to come loose and tangle to her bikini, this time causing
her to fall backwards landing on a shrub that was also covered
with thorny vines. I just could not stop laughing as the act
unfolded before my eyes.

Trish yelled when she fell and then yelled at me.

“Don’t just stand there you idiot, come and help me...” followed
by some cursing words for vines that wrapped around lower parts
of her body. I knew she was hurt and fuming, while on the ground
covered with thorny vines.
I rushed for assistance. When I got to where Trish was, my jaw
dropped seeing left side of her bikini top had loosen from her
shoulder strap and now exposing her breast, giving me a perfect
opportunity to break into to another laugh, while peeking at her
creamy round breast with highlighted with an erected pink nipple
that pointed up towards me.

“You stupid idiot, get me up” she yelled again

“You better get decent Trish, cover yourself before I can touch
you” I smirked at her and started to untangle vines that wrapped
around her, using my towel to prevent myself from getting
pricked.

Trish looked embarrassed by my remarks and finding her exposed
breast. She quickly covered it up as I began to remove vines from
her, which took several minutes. Once she was free, I helped her
up, took her by her hand and guided her to the established
footpath that led to our house. She limped home still cursing
thorns and vines that made her day miserable. Once we got home,
she began to assess the damage caused to her long legs by thorns,
followed by reast of the body that itched and caused her some
pain.

“Shit!!! I am bleeding” She exclaimed. I examined her legs and
her back and found few scratches where blood was visible, but
they were very minor. There were many sports with thorns stuck to
her skin, especially on her thighs where there were black heads
of thorns clearly noticeable.

“It’s only couple of drops of blood sis, but you got prickles all
over your body” I said taking a close look at her bikini covered
butt for the first time since the incident. “Let’s try to get
those needles off your body”
“Holy shit, these fucking things are all over my legs…” She
shouted in anger and tried to squeeze one needle off by squeezing
her skin between her the thumb and index finger, but other than
leaving a pinch mark, she was unsuccessful in pulling it out. She
ordered me to bring tweezers from the bathroom. She then tried to
remove prickles with the tweezers. By the look on her face, I
knew pulling prickles with tweezers caused her more pain.

 “Can you try this bro…?” she asked humbly, after removing few of
them without having the heart to self-inflect anymore pain and I
just couldn’t say no.

I knelt on the floor, stretched her skin using my fingers around
a visible black head of a thorn and slowly tried to remove it.
Even though I was successful in remove it, it caused Trish more
pain again and she articulated her pain by yelling.  Then when I
looked down on the spot where I removed a thorn, I noticed that I
had removed tiny piece of her top skin in the process.

Then I wondered if I could suck them out by using my mouth,
remembering how mom sucked out a splinter off my finger once. So,
next time I stretched her skin around a pricket, I wrapped my
lips around it, placed front teeth over the spot, pulled with
teeth, sucking with my lips at the same time. Then I felt the
little needle sticking to the tip of my tongue.

“What are you doing?” Trish questioned and I stuck my tongue out
and picked the needle from my finger tips and pointed out to her.


“Was that better then the tweezers? I asked and she said
“Thousand times”

“Can you remove the once off my calf and back thigh, it is
starting to itch there” she asked while rolling over. Without any
hesitation, I picked up her right leg, bent it up at the knee and
get under way with the operation. Once I saw no more needles to
remove from that side, I jump on to the couch, knelt between her
legs and resumed the operation on her left side. Her left side
didn’t have as many needles, but had more scratches on the skin.
By that time, I had her inner foot touching my face as I was busy
sucking out those fine needles. Looking down between her parted
legs, I could not help but notice how wonderfully round her ass
and how inviting the crease below was. As I examined her leg, I
could see a little more of her slit peek out. I had no idea what
came over me at that moment, maybe I was memorized by her
bouncing ass cheeks while I attended to her, but for some reason
I slowly ran my tongue over a small patch of her skin and tasted
drop of blood that gurgled on her skin.

“What the heck are you doing there….it tickles” Trish said softly
and lifted up her hips, causing more movement on her ass.

“You had a drop of blood there sis” I replied and she joked
asking since when that I became a bloodthirsty vampire. She
seemed to have settled down and much more relaxed as I continued
to work on her legs. Trish just laid back and enjoyed the
experience as her anger had subsided, from which I profited by
moving my hands up, softly caress her back thighs, when I allowed
my hands to occasionally venture upwards. I resisted the urge to
massage her soft buttocks that looked very tempting to run my
hands and tongue over. However, I wondered what it would be like
to rest my cock between her fascinating ass cheeks...

Every now and then she giggled when my lips met her back thighs
and wiggled her ass, by saying “That tickles”. For a strange
reason, I started to enjoy the job and I was well rewarded by
having to caress her soft skin in seek of thorn needles and
running my lips and tongue over to remove them. Once I noticed
her back thighs were cleared of thorns, I pulled several that
were stuck to her bikini bottom with my fingers, taking the
opportunity to pinch her ass along the way.  Then I asked her to
turn around, so that I could work on her front.
Trish turned on her back with her feet up on the couch, her knees
bent up and legs spread. I could tell that she was not aware, but
the pose that she was in was getting me on. She watched as I went
about business, gasping between her legs every time I could.
Every so often, she would point to an irritated spots on her
inner thighs, pretty high up to get my attention.

“No worries, sis, this doctor can do the operation. Trust me…” I
said with a grin and positioned my knees between her parted legs
and started to work from her shins and then on her thighs, moving
upwards. When I stuck my head between her thighs, she wiggled her
hips momentarily held my head in between her creamy thighs and
murmured “That’s tickle buddy” and then placed her free leg over
my shoulder. The feel of her velvety soft skin over my face
started to have an effect on my member immediately. I didn’t want
Trish to see growing hard-on under my swimming trunks. To hide
what could to avoid a major embarrassment I lowered my hips to
the couch. But I felt my face getting warmer with fresh blood
gushed up. My cock began to lengthen and thicken between my
stomach and the couch. I raised my chin and slid my eyes to my
sister’s mound. From my leverage point, outline of her pussy lips
could be clearly seen under the thin fabric of her bikini between
her thighs, which made it extremely difficult to me to focus on
the task. Luckily I was almost done, but I had a new dilemma at
hand. My hard-on was tenting under my swimming trunks. If I
stopped and stood up, she could easily see that I had entertained
impure thoughts of her while pretending to assist her. I
absolutely didn’t want her to know or see my state of arousal.
Therefore, I went on to play and enjoy the feel of her soft skin
by kissing and licking between her most sensitive parts of
thighs. All while pretending to suck-up thorns off her skin. Bad
idea? You bet.

But, Trish must have enjoyed my touch as well. To my utter
surprise and delight, I heard few soft sighs and moans escape her
moth. It wasn’t as “Ahhh you pulled another thorn” kind of moan.
It was like “Ahhh…I love this ice cream” kind of moan. At that
moment, I decided to take a step further by crawling up between
her thighs, due to lack of resistance from her part. And I acted
as I was pulling more thorn needles from area of her going, even
though there weren’t any.

“What are you doing now?” she hissed and I did not answer.
Instead, I placed palms of my hands on her thighs to balance
myself and went on to place my lips on the fabric of her bikini,
moving my chin in circular motion and played again as I was
pulling more thorn needles.

“You better stop now….” She murmured as I smelt a strange aroma
coming from below where my chin was, from around her pussy.
“Please stop…” she pleaded. I knew I couldn’t risk stopping and
walking away without showing her my embarrassment that was fully
hard and hurting me.

“PLEASE STOP…” she yelled, but not convincingly as she let out
another moan. However, she didn’t resist my action and therefore
I took it as the green light to continue. Even though I had no
previous experience with girls, I knew she was receiving some
sort of sexual pleasure when my chin was pressed to her pussy,
perhaps her clit. At the same time, I was so close to exploding
from all the pleasure I was giving. I desperately wanted to
explore her pussy and dreamed what it would be like to stick my
tongue in there as I started to smell the aroma emitted from
there getting stronger.

“That’s enough you better stop now buddy boy” she again pleaded
and lifted her knee little higher causing my hand to slip down
towards her upper thighs.

“What If I don’t” I asked playfully never bothering to remove my
face from her. I also knew that if she really wanted to get away
from me, she could have done that quite easily since I didn’t
have her tied to or pinned down to the couch.

Just then, she moved her hips again, this time she kept them
elevated and stated to rock hips slowly, over my chin.

Then in a rapid move, she raised her hips little higher, grabbed
my head and started to rub her pussy all over my mouth as she had
become frenetic. Without even thinking, I slid my hands, under
her ass and held her firmly and squeeze her wonderful cheeks as I
pleased. I knew what had happened to her and what she was trying
to achieve, so I met her next move by sticking my tongue and
making contact with her pussy slit causing her to moan and moan
again. Her pussy was definitely wet over the fabric and it did
taste somewhat pleasant. After few moments, wiggling of her hips
subsided with a long moan. She picked up the movement again after
few seconds, but wasn’t as aggressively as she was earlier and
let her butt fall flat to the couch.

When I came to my sensors, I was speechless with my tongue still
resting over her very wet hole. I wanted nothing more than to
remove the thin garment from her body and stick my arching cock
inside of it, but I knew that would really make Trish mad. In
fact I wasn’t sure if I was in trouble for what just happened. We
stood still for a moment. Then Trish quickly swung her body,
stood up and ran to her room without bothering to make any eye
contact or talk.

I felt proud to be able to make my sister cum, but feared that
she would tell mom and dad about what happened. Yet, my cock
remained hard and I only had to massage the head few times before
it exploded.

Trish stayed in her room all evening, while I sat in the living
room and watched TV. It must have been past seven o’clock when
she finally came out of her room to prepare dinner. For the most
part, we kept quiet and ate, but I noticed her eyes were avoiding
me. I became curious to find if she was upset with me for what
happened or planning to tell on me to mom and dad, so I broke the
ice by asking;

“What happened to you earlier today Trish” and that didn’t go
well.

“You better stop that right now. Whatever happened already
happened and we are not going to talk about it” She threatened.
Her comments also gave me assurance that she was not planning to
tell our parents and therefore I decided to tease her more.

“So did you finish by rubbing your thing against my face?” I
asked innocently, making Trish’s face turn red. I knew that I
made her furious with my comments. Without any warning, she sent
her folk flying towards me and then jumped to grab me. “You
fucking idiot…I am going to kill you” She yelled.

Knowing how she gets when she is angry, I ran to the nearest
place with a door lock, the bathroom and locked in myself there.

“I am going to get even with you one way or the other, you little
rat” she yelled again after pounding on the door.

“If you touch me, I am telling mom and dad what you did and that
you went to the riverfront to see jack” I yelled back, knowing
that I was safe in the bathroom.

I took a shower and when I didn’t hear any noises, I escaped to
my room. Little later, I heard Trish taking a shower. By then I
thought that she may have calmed down from the earlier incident,
but decided to stay in my room anyway.

I was dozing off, I heard someone entering my room. I panicked
that she was going to hurt me somehow, but she looked calm and
her normal self.

“Hey, I just want to talk. I am sorry that I got upset earlier.
Can we talk?’

 “Sure”

Then without any forewarning she jumped and sat on my chest, face
turned away from me, and then placed her hands on my knees to pin
me to the bed.

“Look, we are going to make it even. RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. If
you fight, I am going to hurt you” She threatened. I had no idea
as to what she was planning to do, but I tried to get her off my
chest by raising my body and twisting, but that only provoked her
more. Finally, I decided to give up and stay still.

“I am only trying to make things even, after that we can forget
about everything. Do you understand” She warned and grabbed my
sack over the fabric of my pajama pants with her right hand and
started to massage it, giving me some kinky feelings.

“You better stop that Trish, you shouldn’t do that. I am your
bother” I said half heartedly, but Trish went on to massage,
making my cock to come to life in no time.

“No deal, kiddo. I have to make things even between us to make
sure that you keep your mouth shut” She grinned, then grabbed my
hard cock and continued to jack me off. It didn’t take long to my
cock to become fully hard and extend to its full length, causing
it difficult to Trish to use one her hand. She was still keen on
making things even, and went on to insert her hand under my
elastic waist band and took a grip on the hard member, making me
sigh. Then I realized best thing to do was to make most out of
the situation. Besides I began to think about how I kissed her
smooth round thighs, smell of her sex and so on that made me only
harder.

“If you are doing it, do it right by taking it out of my PJ’s
Christ sake” I encouraged her. Trish took the challenge, and
pulled down my pajama shorts, allowing my pre-cum oozing very
hard cock to spring free. She bent down, and tossed her hair back
before holding my cock and moved her ass off my chest.  Then she
took a moment to examine it, used both hands, one over other to
give me a hand job. I was ecstatic. I had never before felt pair
of soft hands over my cock. Only hands my cock had ever known
till now were my own.

I leisurely patted her back, approving the way she exploited my
cock. It felt amazingly good and Trish must have liked the way it
appeared before her, I could tell by the way she handled it. Her
hands worked it slowly, massaging the shaft with her thumb. She
gently cupped the balls and held her hand there for what seemed
like a minute. I groaned in pleasure. It was everything I had
dreamed of, but it could only get better if I get to play more
with her, I thought.

Sensing my sister’s fascination with my cock that she held in her
hands, I erected my upper body to bring my arm around her neck
first. Once I didn’t feel any objections, I caressed her
earlobes, slowly dropping it to care for her arm that was in
motion. Then getting little daring, I ran my finger on the side
of her breast over her nightshirt. She didn’t either notice or
didn’t care.

Then it happened. I felt my ball tightening, cock jerked her
hands and it erupted like a volcano. After the first few shorts
that went up and landed somewhere, the rest kept seeping over her
hand down to my body, as Trish kept pumping with an enormous
smile on her face as she had just accomplished a big deed.

“Ok little rat, we are even now. If you open your mouth to mom
and dad, I am going to tell them you forced me to jack you off”
Trish said, wiping my cum off my pajama shorts.

However, I didn’t want the night to end jus yet. I thought of
pushing my luck to the limit to see if she wanted to play longer.

“Hey Trish, You still have some needles on your thighs. Do you
want me to help remove them before you get a rash or blisters”
Trish just laugh as she knew what I was up to. However for my
surprise, she said;

“Do you think so? I thought they are all gone now”

“No, I couldn’t get few of them off. If you like, I can try
again’

“Hmm… Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am positive. Why don’t you lie here while I get them
off?” and I offered her my bed and jumped off with my half hard
cock swaying between my legs.

That night, trashed entertained me in her luscious pussy that was
so slick, warm and soft. We both came multiple times before
sleeping together in my bed. I was happy to have a sister to
attend to my sexual need and I am sure she was equally satisfied
having a stiff and ever ready dick in the house. Needless to say
those thorny vines do have a purpose and I am living proof of one
that became very fortunate by thorns.