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   My Brother, Coppertone and Me in Heat

   An erotic story by Paige Turner



   I was laying there on the chaise lounge by the pool, soaking up some
rays and feeling horny.

   My brother was home from school and I was broiling under the heat wave
we were having.  He was laying out on an air mattress and I was thinking
about how nerdy he was.  Mind you, I love my brother, but he was one of
those guys who had never figured out the first thing about women.  Always
had his head buried in a book.  I had thought that he was gay for a while
last year, until I found his collection of stroke books.  Gave me an
insight what turned him on.  Even though he was two years older than me, I
had a lot more experience with sex, having lost my virginity when I was
fourteen.

   I knew the horn dog that he was though.  He was checking me out as I lay
there in just my bikini bottoms, working on my tan.  I let him see just the
sides of my tits, aware of how he was focusing on my breasts when I would
lean over and drink some of my iced tea through the straw.

   I wished someone would take him away and fuck his brains out.  He wasn't
a bad guy, but the prep school that he went to back East was one of those
all guys deals.  It made him even more awkward with women.  Not that I was
a woman at the time.  I thought that womanhood would arrive with my drivers
license.  Or maybe turning twenty one.  But 21 sounded pretty old to me
then.

   I thought about the time that I had tried to line him up with my
girlfriend Sally.  I knew that Sally would fuck just about anything, but
when we double dated, he wouldn't fuck her with me there!  It had been one
of the more disastrous dates of my life.  I think that Jimmy was the only
guy that she'd ever gone out with that she didn't fuck.

   Of course, considering some of the things that we'd done together, I had
to laugh.  Wouldn't do things while I was there?  Give me a break!

   That had been last Easter vacation, when the nerd had been home for two
weeks.  The only action that he'd gotten was with his hand.  I'd walked in
on him spanking the monkey in the bathroom one night.  When I told Sally
what she'd missed out on, she almost asked for a second shot.  She'd said
she might go out with him again next summer.  Well, here it was summer. 
Only thing was, Sally was working at a girls camp summer job in Hawaii.

   Hey, don't get me wrong.  I love my brother, but he is such a geek.  I
mean, he was a total geekoid.  He was supposed to be brilliant, but still.
There is more to life than just books, y'know.

   Anyway, my steady guy was off to Europe with his folks for two weeks. 
Bob had the most talented mouth in the world.  He'd eat me for hours.  I'm
not just saying that either.  He'd been gone for six days at the time and
I'd bought my first plug in vibrator.  The damn batteries for my other toys
keep going dead.

   So there I was, laying on my front and wondering what to do with my
brother, how I was going to cope with my best pal gone for the summer and
wondering if it would be worth going out and picking up some strange talent
or not.  The problem with strange stuff is that it wants to stick around,
it's just coming out of a 'relationship' or it's just no damn good in bed.
The last time that I had tried some, the guy had come on my thigh while
looking for the hole, fer crying out loud!

   I needed some of Bob's magic touch, but bad.

   So.  You got the picture of what was in my mind?  Here we are, two
teenage kids, stuck with each other for the afternoon and all alone in the
house, lazing out by the pool.

   The thing about my bro (at the time) was that I knew he was a totally
horny, totally hopeless guy.  I mean, I had his eyeball tracks all over me.
And I didn't have anyone else to blame but myself.

   You see, when he had been home at Easter and I'd begun my campaign to
get him to go out with Sally, I'd prick teased the poor guy.  I figured
that I would work him up a little.  So I would walk past his room to the
shower carrying my clean clothes, stark naked.  We have the wing of the
house totally to ourselves, our parents living at the other end of the
house.  It's a big house.  Daddy is a whiz, who made a lot of money with
this patent, see?  So there's buckets of money.

   So.  I started showing him a little.  I'd make sure his door was open
whenever I'd take a shower.  I'd stop in his room and ask him if he wanted
to use the bathroom first, then accidentally leave his door open.  From his
bed, you could look right down the hall all the way to the bathroom door.
My room was right next to his and I'd go waltzing down the hall to the
bathroom in the buff, my cute little tail just a wagging.  Perfect time for
him to check me out, right?  Give him an idea of what he's been missing.

   I had made it a point to always fasten my bathrobe loosely, so when I
was pouring coffee, the front of it would open up.  I'd sit sideways to the
breakfast counter in the kitchen, reading the paper and hanging my tits
out. I thought he might say something once or twice.  One of the first
times I'd done it, he'd turned around and sort of gasped.  I looked down,
shrugged, "Sorry about that.  Glad it's just us here.  Dad would have had a
cow." I told him as I was doing up my 'accidentally' opened robe.  I always
acted natural around him, which considering how much I was prick teasing
him was hard to do.  I mean, you know how it is with boys when they're
getting a free shot.  Their minds go blank.

   Hormone poisoning.  The power to cloud mens minds.  Whatever.

   I do know that when they were passing out looks, I got more than my fair
share of them.  I'm five eleven, blonde and have a narrow waist and these
bigger than I need tits.  My ass isn't much, but it works for me.  What
gets the guys, thought, is my legs.  Most of my length is in my legs and I
went out for track, so they were always in super shape.

   If my description of myself sounds too good to be true, it's not my
fault.  I'd just gotten this body a couple of years ago.  All of a sudden,
everything's different.

   Girls that I was friends with were suddenly not wanting me to hang out
with them when their boy friends were around.  Every guy I knew was
suddenly tongue tied and talking to my chest.  I turned into the prettiest
girl in school and things were different.

   Hey, I know what you're thinking.  Poor baby!  Prettiest girl in school.
What could be so bad with her life?  Well, I'll tell you what was wrong
with my life.  I wound up dating about every loser in school.

   The first time that I ever got really drunk, I'd gone all the way with
Kenny Spicer.  And his buddy Jerry and Paul and Andy.  And I liked it.  I
liked it a lot, until about noon on Monday when the word was all over
school about what a slut I was.

   So.  I was a slut, eh?  I'd show them.

   During the last two years, I had slept with thirty seven guys, one
hundred and eleven times.  Sally was the only one that would hang out with
me.  Fuck me Frannie was the nick name they had given me behind my back. 
We had fucked between us most of the boys in the junior class.

   Now, my brother had been going off to this school for the terminally
brainy for the last four years and had just gotten into M.I.T.  Yeah, at
sixteen.

   He'd gotten out dads brains, I'd gotten moms looks.

   She was runner up for Miss Texas.  Why she had ever married dad was
always a mystery to me.  How did that happen?  I knew that they had a
pretty good relationship.  When I was twelve, I used to go over to their
side of the house and look into their bedroom.  If you hide in the shadows
on the lawn, you can see everything in their bedroom.  The house is an L
shaped, modern box with the pool in the middle, and I would go over and
watch them.  Lots better than those films in sex ed.

   Oh yeah.  He'd gotten dads cock, which adds to the mystery.  I know my
mom sure loved that cock.  Let me count the ways.

   I learned about blow jobs, sixty nine, doggie style, lubricants and most
of the Karma Sutra from mom and dad.  I knew what they all were before I
even knew what the words were.

   I don't know what my parents thought of me.  They might not have known
about what their darling daughter was up to.  After all, most guys don't
talk about 'whose the girl in their class most likely to give you some'
with their dads.  And how would they tell my mom or my dad?  Oh, by the way
. . .just thought that I would mention that Jeff says . .  ?

   Right.

   I would do just about anything back then.  Sex was the most fun I had
ever had.

   I had a lot of it.

   Why not?

   So.  Anyhow.  There I am, feeling horny and sort of grounded.  My
brother had a car, but it was back east.  The seniors at his school could
bring their cars with them.  We had three cars at the house, but one of
them, the one that Jimmy was supposed to use, was in the shop, waiting for
parts.  I didn't have my drivers license yet.  Nothing to do but lie around
the pool and work on my tan with my geek brother.

   Did I tell you how far out in the boon docks our house is?  There were
some guys that I could have called up to come out and splash around, but
what the hell could I do with my brother there?

   This might seem kind of strange, but I had the idea that he had no idea
about my reputation.  He had only lived in this house for a year then had
gone away to school.  He'd been going to an advanced education high school,
so he didn't run with the crowd from my high school.  He had gone to
science camp the summer before last for six weeks, last summer he'd gotten
a job washing test tubes at some big science place back east.  His best
friend who'd lived here had moved when his dad had been transferred.  Who
was going to tell him?

   I liked him.  He'd helped me with my homework and had been a good older
brother growing up.  At least until he went away for school and I got this
body.  Sometimes I think about my body and wonder what would have happened
if?  It's true what the women libbers say.  It was one hell of a sex
object. I know that it sounds schizoid to say it, but sometimes I feel like
someone else got my body and I got this one by mistake.  It's almost like a
possession.  But I am not exactly sure how it would be different if I
didn't look like this.  I just know it would, though.

   I know that this doesn't seem really sexy, especially for a sex story.
But unless your going to an orgy just to fuck, you'll find that all stories
interconnect.  I've made a lot of friends at orgies.  Yeah.  Not only made,
but made a lot of friends that I still have and occasionally fuck.  I'm
older than I was then, but I still like sex.  I just don't like people that
fuck you and then don't want to know you.

   I'd just had a cool down splash in the pool.  And yes, I'd put my top on
before I went in.  Like I said, I don't think that my brother knew about
me. And I did want to do something for him.  After all, he was still there.
He just didn't know how to talk to me anymore.

   The power to cloud mens minds, remember?

   I came out of the pool and toweled off.  I could see that he was getting
kind of toasted, so I picked up the bottle of tanning lotion and spurted
some out onto my hands.

   "You look like you could use some of this." I said and rubbed some on
his shoulders.  I'd kind of startled him, probably because the lotion was
cold or my hands were from the pool.

   "Ah!"

   "Sorry.  Gee, you're really dry.  Let me put some more on."

   I sat down on his butt and squirted more of the stuff on his back,
rubbing it around with one hand and getting a lot of it on him.

   "Hey!  Go easy with that stuff!"

   "Relax, it'll warm up.  Let me rub it in.  Your skins really dry and
your going to start burning unless you watch it.  This isn't back east sun.
It'll fry ya."

   "Oh.  I keep forgetting to do that."

   "Well, Your lucky you have me to watch out for you.  Otherwise you'd be
Mr.  Sunburn."

   "Mnn.  That feels good."

   "Thanks." I'd started working on his shoulders, giving him a massage. 
"You remember when mom was taking those body working classes?"

   He laughed, jiggling me on his bottom.  She'd used all of us for 'lab
rats' while she'd been on that kick.  You'd be trying to watch television,
while she was sinking her fingers into your pressure points, not always
accurately.  "Yeah.  You remember that stuff, do you?"

   "Sorta.  I picked up a lot of it on the track team.  One of my team
mates and I used to do each others legs after practice.  It came back to
me."

   "Mnn.  Right there." He groaned.  I was working on his neck muscles.

   "Wow.  Are you ever tight.  Don't you ever do anything but study?"

   "Nnn." I'd gotten a pretty good tension point.  "All I've been doing is
cramming for my SATs.  I'm glad that's over.

   "You need to loosen up a bit.  I'll show you some stuff later that'll
take some of the tension out."

   "Ugh.  Great."

   I worked on his back and put some oil on his legs.  He tightened up a
little when I did that, but since he was wearing a pair of baggies, I
didn't get too far up on his legs.  I wasn't trying to work him up, y'see?
Just get him used to being touched.

   We used to touch a lot.  I'd go into his room and watch Rocky and
Bullwinkle every Saturday.  I'd curl up to him under the covers.  I
remembered those days.  Now, when he hugged me at the airport, it had been
one of those from the top hugs.  It was like a big sign going off in his
head.  Tits!  Tits!  Tits!

   Like I said, the power to ...  you got the idea.

   This is one of the things that makes me regard my body as something
else. Starting to make any sense to you?  I'd just climbed onto his butt,
rubbed in the lotion, worked out a few kinks.  Then got up and went back to
my lounge, wiped the excess oil off and went back to my magazine, untying
my bikini top.  What the hell, I was facing away from him.

   Jimmy was probably going through a few things in his mind.  The fact
that I had just touched him and it was like it used to be.  I used to lay
my head down on his lap, for cripes sake.  Now he was afraid to hug me.  My
own brother!

   Thinking back on all of this, I was the instigator in all of this.  I
don't know how I knew the stuff that was going through his head, but I did.


   About twenty minutes go by.  We're drinking ice tea and listening to the
radio play rock and roll.  It's a laid back day.  I turned around and
looked over my shoulder at him.  "Jimmy?"

   "What?"

   "Can I ask you a favor?"

   He rolled over and looked at me.  "What is it?"

   "Can you put some oil on my back?"

   "Sure."

   He got up and came over.  "That thing isn't big enough for me to sit
on."

   "Just sit on my legs.  It'll hold us both." I didn't look back at him,
just pulled my shoulder blade length blonde hair out of the way.

   He hesitated for a second.  Then he said, "Sure I won't be too heavy?"

   I laughed.  "If I can support Bob, I guess I can hold you up too."

   He laughed.  Bob was one hundred and ninety lbs.  of solid muscle. 
Jimmy was maybe one fifty.

   "I guess." He sat down gingerly on the back of my legs, one leg on
either side of the lounge.  "This okay?"

   "One sec." He stood up and I reached back and pulled my bikini out of my
butt.  "Okay.  Try it now." He sat down again.  "Yeah.  That's better.  Go
ahead."

   At first, his hands were somewhat unsure.  He was nervous, y'know?  Here
he is, somehow related to this blonde sex goddess that used to be his kid
sister, he's been ogling her all morning.  He's been catching glimpses of
her walking down the hall in her all together just like she used to do when
she was a kid.  Only now .. .

   It took him a few minutes to get used to it, but then he started to
return the back rub, just like I'd hoped he would.  His hands became more
confidant and he figured out that it was all right with me.

   "Mnn.  That feels good." I murmured to encourage him.  I reached up and
grabbed the top of the lounge with my hands.  I had my head turned to the
left and I kept my eyes shut.  Ever notice how much more you can sense with
your eyes shut?

   My brother was working from my shoulder blades down to the small of my
back.  I made little sounds to let him know that I liked what he was doing.
You show a guy a little appreciation, it helps to made him feel good.  A
little diplomatic moaning goes a long ways.

   If I'd have just lay there silently, it would have been a splash on the
Coppertone, rub it around and that would have been that.  Here I was,
telling him that I was enjoying what he was doing.  It was more than okay
with me that he had his hands on me.

   "That feels good." I murmured as he worked along my lower spine.  He
went as far down as my suit, then over the top.  I could feel his thumbs at
the top of my pelvis, almost down to where the crack of my ass started.

   "Hold on a sec." I said gently.  His hands stopped at once and I reached
to each of my hips and pulled the side snaps of my suit.  "Okay." I put my
hands up over my head again.

   Then I reached back and brushed my suit further down, so that it would
make it easier for him to rub lower than he'd been doing.

   He started rubbing across the top of my ass, working the places on my
hip bones where all the leg and ass muscles connect to the bottom of my
pelvis.  My suit was still between my legs, it was just that my ass was a
lot more accessible.  So he could work on my lower spine better.

   It was innocent and sneaky at the same time.  I can be pretty
manipulative.  But I only do it when I think that it's right.

   Well.  After a while, he was digging his thumbs in and really giving me
a great butt rub.  He'd gotten to where it was skin and muscle and was
giving me a great massage.  Evidently he'd picked up something from those
massages mom used to practice on us.

   "You got great hands."

   "Thanks."

   "When your done there, can you do my shoulders, too?"

   "Sure."

   He started working up my back, leaning over me to reach my neck.  He was
having to streach a bit to get my shoulders.  I told you I'm five eleven,
didn't I?

   "You can move up." I mumbled.

   "What?"

   "I said, you can move up.  Sit on my butt, it'll make it so you don't
have to streach so far."

   He hesitated a second.  "Okay."

   When he stood up, I reached down quickly and pulled my bottoms out. 
Suddenly he was really aware of me lying under him, totally naked.

   "Damn thing was riding up.  Like indian underwear."

   "Indian underwear?"

   "Creeps Up Behind?"

   He groaned.

   "Well, thank you, kind sir!"

   "That was terrible."

   "Your too kind." I think that he could hear the smile in my voice.  We
shared a love for puns.

   "So you got a steady boy friend, eh?"

   "Yeah.  He's super." Where the hell that came from, I'll never know. 
He's super?  Well, yeah.  That tongue.  "Mnn.  There."

   "Here?"

   "Yeah." I straightened my neck so that he could get to shoulder muscles
better.  I rolled my hips a little as I straightened out.  Hmm.  What's
this I feel?  I wiggled a little more to get comfortable.  Oh my.  My
brother must have stuffed a salami down his pants.  I arched my neck,
resting my forehead on my hands.  "That feels so gooood."

   "Good."

   I let him work on me for a few minutes, then rolled my neck.

   I laid my head back down and turned it slightly, so I was laying facing
left.  I could feel my brothers package mashing into my butt, that nice
hard snuggled right up between my buns.  Another few minutes go by.  I am
pretty wet by now, just thinking about this.  Here's my brother, all turned
on and trying to be a nice guy about it.  I mean, he's giving me a good
massage while all this is going on.  When he'd dig into a good place, I'd
give a little encouraging moan and kind of squeeze my ass a little, like
it's an involuntary movement that I'm not aware that I'm doing.  The sexual
tension is pretty high, but we're just going on like nothings happening.

   "Jimmy?"

   "Hmm?"

   "Can you work on my ribs, too?  I really overdid it playing tennis." I
raised my left arm and rolled it like I was trying to work out sore
muscles. What a wimp excuse.  I'm right handed, even.

   "Sure.  Let me finish this."

   "Take your time.  Mnn."

   He was working his way down my spine again and it felt good.  He really
did have good hands.  "What's wrong with your arm?"

   "These muscles here." I sat up a bit and turned slightly.  I made a
swooping gesture to indicate it was the muscles that ran across the bottom
of my rib cage.  "I really stretched them too much."

   "Hmm.  Okay."

   I felt his hand reaching around to my front and finding the muscles that
I had 'strained'.

   "Yeah.  Those."

   "I see." He moved down a little on my ass, so that he was sitting more
on the back of my legs.

   "You're kind of missing it.  Here.  Let me see your hand." I sat up on
my elbows and reached around under me with my right hand.  I took his left
hand and led it around under my boob, holding the finger tips and pressing
them to the middle of my rib cage.  "It runs all the way from my collar
bone here, feel that?" I asked innocently.  The way I was holding his hand,
my nipple was resting on his thumb pad.

   "Yeah?"

   "It runs sort of along here," taking his fingers and following my muscle
strain over to my arm pit and then down my rib cage.  "If you can just rub
it with your finger tips."

   "Uh huh."

   "That hard to reach?  You can lay down on my back if you want.  Might
make it easier to reach."

   "Uh.  Yeah."

   "Go ahead.  I won't bite."

   "Oh.  Okay."

   He leaned forward so that he was able to lean on an elbow next to my
back.  I could feel his boner under my left ass cheek.  It must have been
really uncomfortable, it being trapped under his pant leg like that.  He
squirmed around as he drew his leg up and I squirmed my fanny back in his
lap.

   "Comfy?" I asked.

   "Sort of."

   "Here." I had his hand trapped under my arm.  I reached back and kind of
drew his leg up over mine, turning a little more as I did, so I was up on
one shoulder.  "Lay down and slide your arm under my head."

   "You sure?"

   "How else are we both going to fit on this lounge chair?"

   I got his arm under my head and then laid my head against it.  Then I
worked my legs around so that I was all cozied up to him.  He was lying on
one hip, my naked ass snuggled into his lap, one leg drawn up and his other
leg over me.  My right leg, the one that was straight, could feel his boner
lying against it.  Hot and hard and steamy.  If he hadn't have been wearing
his baggies, he dick would have been about one hip hunch from fucking me.
What the hell did he think?  That his suit had magic properties and I
wouldn't feel it?

   "There.  How's that?"

   "Good." He sounded surprised.  I'd spent a lot of time sleeping (well,
not exactly *sleeping*,) with boys and I knew how to snuggle with a guy. 
And I knew my brother didn't have the faintest idea about what to do with a
girl.  He was liking it, but he wasn't pushing his luck.  More like he
couldn't believe how lucky he was.

   But at the same time, he was giving me a good massage.  Even if he
hadn't, I think that I would have still been working him into this position
of having his dick pressed up against my innocent girlish ass.

   He started to work my rib cage.  I could feel that he was getting
horribly embarrassed by his boner, but as long as I didn't mention it, I
knew that he wouldn't.  After all, I must really not have a clue if I'm
letting him touch me like this and just trusting him like that.

   He lay there behind me and worked under my ribs and back up to my collar
bone.  He was doing it with just light, finger tip pressures.  After a
while, I could feel his cock sort of lose that stiff as a board feeling and
settle down against my leg.  He was still horny, but it was down a notch,
y'know?

   So.  He's rubbing on my muscles and around my rib cage and you'd think
that he'd get to where the good spot was, don't you?  I mean, here's my
nice, round, teeny bopper boobie all but in the palm of his hand, so what
does he do?

   He reaches around with his other hand, murmurs, "Excuse me," in my ear,
then pulls it up out of the way with the fingers of his other hand.

   Huh?

   Here he is, he's got his hand on my tit, for crying out loud, his pecker
is hard and stretched out along my inner thigh, I'm doing everything I can
to tell him that I want him to do something!  And he's being a gentleman
about the whole deal!

   You know how cats, when the go into heat, do that arching their back
thing?  Pushing their pussies up to where the tom cat can see it?  I felt
like that!

   Hell.  He might be a geekoid, but he was still my brother.  Probably
afraid that I didn't really know what I was doing.

   I chuckled.

   "What?"

   "Oh.  Nothing."

   "What's so funny then?"

   "I was just thinking about how we used to cuddle up on the sofa like
this.  Remember?"

   "Yeah.  You'd always get scared during the Outer Limits and Twilight
Zone."

   "Yeah." I giggled again.

   "What?"

   "Oh.  I was just thinking about . . ."

   "About?"

   "It's embarrassing."

   "Aw, come on.  It's just us here.  What?"

   "Oh.  You don't want to know."

   "Sure I do.  What is it?"

   "Remember when you were twelve or thirteen?  And I'd climb under the
blanket with you and we'd watch T.V?"

   "Ah.  Yeah?"

   "I was just thinking about how you were walking around with a hard on
all the time.  Do you remember that?"

   "Um.  I - yeah.  I do.  What's so funny about that?"

   "Oh.  I was just thinking about it, that's all.  This reminds me of
that. Like old times."

   "Hmm." He worked my ribcage some more.  I thought he wasn't going to say
anything.  "Not quite like old times."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah.  You didn't have these thirty six C's then." He pushed the
fingers holding my tit out of the way, kind of jiggling it.

   "Please, that's part of a matched set of thirty nine C's!  I thought you
prided yourself on being exact?" He had stressed how you have to be exact
when he'd help me with my science homework.

   He chuckled, getting used to holding me.

   "I guess that means that your getting used to me again."

   "I guess."

   "Mnn."

   I let a minute or two pass.  "You know, any other boy that I would have
let do this, he'd have been grabby handing me all over the place."

   "Well, hell.  You're my kid sister, for Christ sake!"

   "What's that got to do with anything?  I still turn you on, don't I?" I
slid my hand down between my legs and grabbed his cock.  "Oh, goodie!  For
a minute there, I thought I was losing my touch!"

   For a second there, I didn't know what he was going to do.  Jump up and
run away, maybe.  But I had a good grip on his cock and I squeezed him once
gently, then just held it affectionately.

   "You're really something."

   "Thanks."

   I held him by the cock while he was rubbing my rib cage some more.

   "You know, this was the first cock that I ever saw hard."

   "Oh, yeah?"

   "Yeah.  I came into your room to watch cartoon one Saturday and you'd
thrown the covers back and it was sticking out of your pajamas."

   "I remember that." He said, surprising me.

   "You do?  I thought you were asleep!"

   "I was.  I heard you open the door.  Then you were real quiet.  So I
knew something was up."

   I giggled again.  "How come you didn't say anything?"

   "I didn't want to embarrass you." He said dryly.

   "Oh."

   "I figured you were just curious."

   "I was."

   "I didn't want you to be mentally scared for life, either.  If I'd have
suddenly have opened my eyes, I figured you'd run screaming from the room
and I'd be in trouble."

   "Oh."

   "Of course, that was before you started playing with it."

   "You saw that, did you?"

   "Yeah."

   I thought back on that day and my hips sort of humped.

   "I was thinking about the time that you were behind me on the couch and
they had that Outer Limits on, the one with the alien wives?  You got hard
and I could feel you on my leg."

   "Oh."

   "Yeah.  You feel guilty about all that?"

   He was silent as he thought about it for a moment.  "No.  I guess I
don't.  Not now anyway."

   "You still a virgin?"

   There was a split second, when he started to say something and stopped.
I thought he was going to lie and say no, but he didn't.  "Yeah."

   "I thought so."

   "Yeah, well . .  "

   "Hey, it's all right.  Honestly.  I'm not making fun of you or
anything."

   "Oh.  I guess I have some issues about that.  I think I'm the only guy
in the whole fucking school that hasn't been laid."

   "Oh." I still had a hold of his cock, just holding it in my hand.  "I'm
not."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah." He finally let go of doing the massage and let my breast slip
from his fingers.  My nipple was as stiff as his dick.

   "Jimmy?"

   "Yeah?"

   "You know how you used to help me with my homework?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Well.  I want to help you get over your virginity." For a moment, he
froze up behind me.  "Could you do me a favor?"

   "What do- what favor?"

   I rolled over and threw my arm over his head.

   "Can you suck on my nip a while?  I'd really like it if you did."

   For a moment, he looked at me and I looked at him.

   "Please?  If you could just suck it while I get off."

   "What do you think I'm made of?  Stone?"

   "No.  I'm not prick teasing you anymore.  I've learned a lot about sex.
I just want to teach you some of it."

   "You're my sister!"

   "Yes.  I know all that.  I know we should have worked all of this stuff
out years ago.  I think we still can, if you want."

   He thought about it.  Worked it out in his head like it was a science
problem he was figuring out.  I have to give him credit for that.

   "I don't know how I feel about incest."

   "All right.  What do you feel comfortable with?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, what would you feel comfortable with?  What's incest mean,
anyway? You can't get me pregnant; I'm on the pill.  I don't have any
inhibitions about most things, my boyfriend's out of town for the next ten
days.  What are you comfortable with?  How far would you feel okay about
going?"

   "I'm not sure where this is leading, where you're coming from."

   "Well, it could be leading to bed.  At least that's where I'd hoped it
was going when I started all this.  Look.  I really, really like sex." He
smiled, kind of patronizing, I thought.  "Jimmy, I'm not just saying that.
I've had a lot of sex when you weren't here.  I've done a lot of things. 
So far, I haven't found anything that I didn't like."

   "Yeah?" Suddenly he was the older brother, making some kind of
assumption about because he was older, he had to know more.

   I gave him level look back.  "Yeah.  It's not really too hard to get
fucked when you look like I do."

   During the time that we had spent on the lounge, he'd been hard for the
whole time he'd been working on me.  I'd worked him pretty good.  And he'd
managed to be a gentleman about it all.  And the funny thing was, he'd
forgotten to be such a geek about the way that I look.  It just slipped his
mind.

   If you don't understand what I am saying, let me put it this way. 
Instead of being this sex goddess blond, I'd suddenly gone back to being
his kid sister, the one that would come in and watch cartoons with him,
that would cuddle up during scary shows on TV.  He was connecting with me,
Nancy, the kid sister he helped with homework and tolerated.

   "Look, Jimmy.  We're both stuck out here.  I am really trying to do
something nice for you here.  I'm not just horny.  Well, I am, but that's
neither here nor there.  I love you, but it's not a 'being in love' love.
You see what I mean?"

   "Sorta."

   "Okay.  How's this for a deal.  You and I go back to where we were when
we were kids.  We play doctor, scary movie, whatever.  I always had the
feeling that I should have learned from you about what boys are like and
you should have learned from me what girls are like.  But just when we
started to get into it, you went away.  With me so far?"

   He nodded.

   "Well.  I've learned a lot about all this sex stuff.  I'm not just
bragging, either."

   "I believe you."

   "So.  I'm wondering if you want to?"

   He thought about it and I let him.  After a while, I figured that he was
stuck in his mind about it.

   "Hey Jimmy?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Let me up, will you?"

   "Sure."

   I got up off the lounge and went into the house.  "Hey!" he called after
I went in.

   "What?"

   "You forgot your suit."

   "Oh.  I usually never bother with one out here.  If it doesn't bend your
frame out of shape too much, I'm not going to wear it anymore.  Bob doesn't
like tan lines."

   "Oh."

   * * *

   Well, I got some more iced tea and my brother thought about all of the
things that I'd told him the rest of the afternoon.  I laid out in the sun
and dipped into the pool and laid out again.  The funny thing was, I was
feeling a lot more comfortable naked in front of him than I had wearing
that sexy bikini.  And I think that he felt the same way.  At least I
wasn't aware of his eyes constantly checking me out.

   The folks called and said that they had to go to this thing at moms
bosses house.  It was a Friday night and they had told us about it
yesterday.  Whenever there was a party at moms bosses, there was generally
plenty of drinking and carrying on and they would get a motel room instead
of driving.  We had plenty of food in the house.

   That night we put on a movie.  I'd gotten into one of the long t shirts
that I wore around the house before I went to bed.  This one had a picture
of Mickey Mouse on it and I'd chosen it because I used to wear cartoon
character pj's.  Reinforcing the kid sister thing, y'see?

   I curled up on the couch with Jimmy and pulled him up behind me.  He was
wearing a pair of sweat pants.  The nights in Arizona can get really cold
sometimes and we snuggled under the blanket on the couch and watched flicks
and ate pop corn.  I could feel that he was about half hard.  My butt had
sure gotten good at feeling him up.  But I was nice and didn't do any of
that squirming stuff that I had been doing out to the pool.  By some sort
of unspoken agreement, we had both decided to treat each other like we used
to.  Of course, I didn't fit on the couch the way that I used to, but when
we pulled the cushions off the back, there was plenty of room for both of
us.

   We finished watching the flicks, then cleared up the last of the dishes
and straightened out the room.  I told him that I'd load the dishwasher if
he'd do it tomorrow night.  He agreed and went to bed.  I finished cleaning
up the kitchen counter and went up to my room.

   I thought about the whole deal for a while.  Then I gathered up a few
things that I had hidden in my closet.  Then I thought about changing my
shirt, but that didn't feel right.  Finally I just drew a deep breath,
squared my shoulders and marched my little ass down to my brothers room.  I
listened for a moment before I knocked.

   No sense in interrupting him if he was 'having a moment', if you know
what I mean.

   "Yeah?"

   "You decent?"

   "Yeah, come on in."

   I opened the door and walked in.  He was sitting up in bed reading a
book.  Figures.

   "I know your trying to make up your mind about this whole deal that I
laid on you today.  So I brought you some stuff.  Think of it as free
samples." I set down my old pink makeup case.  I used to play with my dolls
with it.  "Take a look at it after I leave, okay?"

   "What is it?"

   "Your just going to have to open it to find out, aren't you?  Your
headphones still work?"

   "Yeah." He had these really neat wireless headphones I'd gotten him for
Christmas.  You could listen to his stereo or the tv through the stereo and
the headphones.  I walked over and turned on his equipment, switched to
VCR, turned on the deck, shoved a tape in and hit stop on the deck.

   "Somebody been playing in my room?" he asked, somewhat amused.  It was
plain that I had.  The only thing that I didn't find right off was his
remote.  "I've got it over here."

   "All right.  I'm going to bed.  Have a good night." I started walking
out.

   "That's it?"

   "Yup." I said as I closed the door.  "See you in the morning."

   I went back to my room and turned on my TV to a talk show.  I wanted him
to feel good, not having to think about trying to be quiet.  I channel
surfed to MTV and left it on.  I put a couple of pillows together under my
covers.  I felt like I was in a student production of "The Great
Jailbreak", but if he stuck his head in I wanted him to see that I was
sleeping.

   I'd pulled out my black snow suit out of the closet earlier, and I
pulled it on now.  The sliding door out to the pool was already cracked
open.  I pulled on my dark down booties and put a watch cap over my hair. I
stuffed a few things in my pocket, picked up my small binoculars and
slipped out the door..

   The way our house is laid out, there's the master bedroom, then the
house turns.  Family room, dining room, kitchen, living room, bath room,
guest room, my room, Jimmy's room.  I slipped out of the sliding door in my
room, went along the pool, then back into the garden by mom and dads room.
There's a whole bunch of tropical trees, which you can walk behind.  If you
walk along the wall, you're in the foliage, but you have a good view into
Jimmy's room.

   I told you I liked to watch, didn't I?

   Anyway.  Jimmy had my little pink doll make up kit open and he was
looking at some of my toys.  I had gotten a lot of them through the mail,
then Bob had given me some.  He liked to play with toys and my pussy.  Toys
in my pussy.  Mmmmmmm.

   I think that I must have had about ten or fifteen toys in that box. 
There was the ben wah balls that Bob had made me wear while he drove down
this washboard road one night.  There was my first dead vibrator, the one
that was shaped like a little dick and ran on batteries.  Cock rings,
double ended dildoes, one that looked like a dolphin, KY jelly, a really
huge cock, cast from real life.  There were vibrators you could use in the
shower, things that went up your butt and, in Bob's words, 'flew out of
your ass like angels.'

   Amazingly accurate words.

   Well.  My brother the scientist was working his way through this
collection of electrical latex and toys for twats, picking it up and
turning it over.  I could see how impressed he was by Big Mike.  That's a
life cast dong that's thirteen and a half inches long and as thick as my
fist.  I'd had it all the way up my cunt only once.  Girls, too much of a
good thing is just enough.  But that is way more than enough!

   There were some things that he puzzled out.  The way that he dropped the
balls on a rope, I knew that he had just realized what they were for and
also where they had been.  I giggled.  I could see his blush from where I
was.  Well, it was about fifteen feet and they were great little binox.

   The cock rings with their flanges on the top, I'd tried.  But they just
weren't worth it.  Oh, hello.  Oh yes.  I like rubbing with that little
devil myself.  Mmmmm!  Purr, baby.  Purr like you do on my pussy.  Oh yes.

   He put that down and moved through the rest of the toys.  I watched as
he put them back in their velvet bag.  Hey, you don't think I took that
stupid pink plastic case along while I'm slipping off for a little of the
old nasty, do you?

   I noticed that he'd left out the bottle of massage oil.  Well, well,
well.  And now for our coming attractions, I said to myself as he leaned
back and picked up the remote control for his VCR.

   Sally and Bob and I had done acid together a few months ago and she had
talked us into taping this really off the wall porn movie.

   We'd been watching this awful wrestling thing that had cracked us up. 
Sally had made up this script on the spot and talked us into acting it out.

   Nancy Nasty takes on Big Mike.

   The announcer was Sally, who welcomed you to the wonderful world of
wool. She interviewed the contestants "I'm going to fuck him UP!" "And
Mike, what do you have to say about that?"

   "She's going to get reamed, but good!  I'll have her walking bowlegged
for a month!" In Bobs voice.  It's not very good, we're laughing too hard
for that.

   Bob had taken this shot of the two of us.  "Let's see those muscles,
Nance, let the fans see how you've been working out!" I'd laid on the
floor, lifted my hips and opened my legs.  Sally had sat down with my ass
on her back.  The first thing you think is that your looking at someones
neck.  Until she moves her head, that is.  Then you can see it's my cunt,
all spread out.  I told you I was a slut, didn't I?

   Anyway.  We zoo'ed around for a while, then Bob got down between my
legs. He was sort of my manager or whatever you call the guys in the corner
or the ring.  Or the ref, or whatever.  The script sort of slide around on
us.  I'm amazed we could work the camera.

   Anyway.  Sally is interviewing him while he's eating me.  He's talking
about my training, "and a hundred laps to get her loosened up," then he
would swirl his tongue around in my snatch.

   "And how does that feel?" She'd hold the microphone out to the little
man in the boat.  I'd put my lips together and kind of squeeked, "Really
good!  I'm ready!  Bring him on."

   It was the sort of thing that you have to do acid to understand.  Very
gross.

   Impeccably edited, though.

   Anyway, that was the time that I got that huge dildoe all the way up my
cunt.  Somewhere along the line, I lost track of Sally, the script and all
that nonsense.  Having that latex cock worked up my cunt was a religious
experience, let me tell you.  My brother had started out grossed out, then
kind of intrigued.  What was his goofy kid sister going to do now?  How far
was this going to go?  How far could that huge thing go?  Then Bob had
gotten into sucking my brains out as only someone on acid can get into it.
I was kind of verging on the pain threshold and his tongue had turned it
around for me.  Sally had watched him muff diving me, then she'd set the
camera down on the tripod and sucked off Bob for a while.  Then we all
started to play with Big Mike, moving it around in me and that's when I
went and talked to god for a while, until I was totally beyond talking. 
Finally Sally and Bob had my legs spread open and Bob was slowly shoving
the toy in and out, all slick with my juices.  The camera was on the tripod
and sometimes Sallys shoulder is in the way, but after about ten minutes,
they'd coaxed the huge dildoe all the way up my cunt.

   By this time, we'd all moved our consciousness along.  Sally and Bob had
stoked me and worked it in and out slowly.  Sometimes he's licking me,
other times Sal is strumming my clitar.  By the time it's in me, up to the
balls, I'm gasping and quivering.  Sally is petting me and saying things.
Sometimes soothing, sometimes dirty.  By the time the last inch is in, its
no longer a comedy tape.  I mean, my feet were up in the air, toes curled
like I'm trying to grab onto something, I'm shivering and jumping.  I can
still remember how it felt.  I don't think it would be something I could
have done with out taking acid.  Taking acid, it was the most stupendous
feeling.  I laid there and came for about a half an hour.  Then I had them
take it out slowly.  I think that I was still spasming five minutes later.
My brother was watching that tape with a look of disbelief on his face and
his hand under the sheet.  I wished he bring it out so I could see it. 
What the hell, I was certainly 'showing him mine', wasn't I?

   The next part of the tape, Sally was interviewing me while Bob was
eating me.  That got pretty intense.  Talking about his tongue, how he had
a finger up inside me.  What he was doing to my ass hole.  She'd tied my
hands over my head and had Bob spread open my pussy and show her where my g
spot was.  There was a lot of coming in that one.

   Then there was one where she was being eaten by Bob.  Hey, we shared
Bob. So what?

   I watched my brother for a while.  He watched the flick and stroked
himself under the covers.  Damn.  I waited and watched until he came.  Then
I snuck back into the house after I knew he had gone to sleep.



   * * *

   The next morning I went into breakfast wearing my usual ratty robe.  I
gave him a few shots, but nothing like I had been doing.

   "You got any ideas when-"

   The phone rang and Jimmy answered it.  Our parents had been invited out
on a boat on Lake Powel and wondered if we'd be okay if they stayed away a
while longer?  No problem.

   After they hung up, I looked at Jimmy for a moment.  Then shrugged. 
"Guess you're stuck with me for the rest of the day."

   "Guess so."

   "Well.  I'm going to work on my tan.  Tell me what you finally decide."
Then I walked out, dropped my robe and dove in.

   After a while, Jimmy came out and sat down in the chair across from me.

   "You feel like talking?"

   "Sure.  How did you like the tapes?"

   He laughed and shook his head.  "Well, I guess that you're just not
bragging.  I can't believe that you took that whole thing.  Didn't it
hurt?"

   "No.  Did it look like I was in pain?"

   "Nooo." He said slowly.  "I wouldn't say that.  It did look like you
were about to have an epileptic seizure, though.  How did it feel?"

   "Like the universe was fucking me."

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah.  It was . .  pretty intense."

   "So I guess size does matter?"

   I laughed.  "I guess.  At least under the circumstances, it did."

   "Circumstances?"

   "I was tripping my brains out on acid."

   "Oh."

   "Jimmy?  Are you okay with me showing you those tapes?"

   He nodded thoughtfully.  "Yeah.  I think that I got the message."

   I nodded back.  "What was the message you think that I was sending you?"

   "Not to be such a prude."

   "Close."

   "Oh yeah?  What was the message?"

   "You can't corrupt me."

   "Oh." He thought about it for a while.  "I don't think of you as
corrupted."

   "I'm not.  Or at least I don't feel corrupted."

   "I see."

   "You getting some perspective on this?  You need more time?  Anything
you're wondering about?"

   "My sister the sexpert." He shook his hand.

   "Sorry you didn't try for more on the couch?"

   "I guess.  But then if I had, I'd have felt guilty about how you turned
out the rest of my life."

   I cracked up.  Really lost it.

   "Glad I didn't seduce you yesterday."

   "Oh?  Were you trying?" he asked all too innocently.

   I spread my legs open, hooked them over my shoulders and peeled my pussy
lips open.  "What gave you that idea?" I asked and cracked up again.  He
laughed and shook his head.

   "Jeeze, Nancy.  That's disgusting!"

   "Oh!  I've shocked my big brother!"

   He shook his head and laughed.  We were both in this zany space.  I was
acting out whatever came into my head, delighted to be as lewd as I could
with him.  It was dirty, but it was dirty in a little kid kind of way.

   We giggled for a while, somehow getting past all of the shocks I'd been
laying on him.  It took it from being this big heavy decision that he had
to make into something a lot more light hearted.  After all, I was just his
kid sister, trying to gross him out with showing him the booger she'd just
picked out of her nose, instead of this alien sex goddess trying to put the
moves on him and make him look like a fool some way he couldn't figure out.
We finally stopped giggling.  But then he farted and that set us off again.

   When we were finally done, we just looked at each other.

   "So.  You want to show me some stuff, eh?"

   "Yup.  That's the deal."

   "No stings?"

   "Nope."

   "You're something else."

   "Yup." I could do a pretty good dead pan.

   "You got any place where you draw the line?" He asked curiously.

   "Yup."

   "Oh?" He waited for me to go on.  "Where?" he finally asked.

   "Haven't been there, yet."

   He chuckled, "Oh, don't do that anymore!  My stomach hurts from
laughing."

   "All right.  We got a deal?"

   "What the hell.  If I pass this up, I'll regret it for the rest of my
life."

   "Great!"

   Well, that's the story of how I seduced my brother.

   Oh.  You thought it was going to be *that* kind of sex story.

   Sorry.