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 Title: Amber


Summary: Amber comes out of her shell, thanks to her brother.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   Amber

   Amber Ray had resigned herself to a life of loneliness.  Sometimes she
wondered why she never had the urge to just end it.  She had no friends and
was mostly neglected at home.  Sometimes her father called her, but that
wasn't very frequently.  What was the point, really?  He had not paid much
attention to her before he just decided to abandon them.  It had been a
year now.

   Amber had just turned 18 and they had "celebrated" by going through
Dairy Queen drive-through for an ice cream cone.  Her twin brothers, Billy
and Bobby, had insisted on getting a milkshake, but Amber had settled for
the soft-serve ice cream.  Her mother had complained about what it cost.

   Kaley Ray, Amber's mother, was a beautiful woman.  She was tall with
blonde hair and blue eyes.  She had a good figure, with nice 32C breasts,
and good legs.  Men flirted with her everywhere she went, and she flirted
back, but nothing came of it.  She and her husband, Bart, were still
married.  He had just told her one day that he had had enough and had
walked out.  He sent her money, regularly, however, to help with the kids.
She worked as a substitute teacher in the local primary schools, but didn't
earn enough to support them.

   The twins were identical and many people couldn't tell them apart. 
Bobby had a small birth mark, a red splotch the size of a dime, just behind
his left ear.  Some people would quickly look behind one or other of the
twins' ears to identify them.  Those closest to them, however, could
immediately tell them apart in other, more subtle, ways.  Amber nor Kaley
never had any trouble telling them apart, except at a distance or in dim
light.  The boys were a little over a year older than Amber.  They were in
their first year at the local community college.  They were both tall and
had blonde hair, like their mother, but had inherited their dad's dark
brown eyes.  They were trim, athletic, and very handsome.

   Billy was more outgoing than Bobby and had dated many girls.  He was
known as a "player".  Bobby had no trouble getting dates, either, but he
was more serious-minded and didn't like the idea of just dating a girl
because she was pretty or because he thought she might sleep with him. 
Both boys had had sex, but they had different outlooks on it.  Billy saw it
as recreation and liked to talk about how many girls he had "laid".  Bobby
didn't pressure girls to have sex with him unless he thought they had a
connection and really liked each other.  As a result, he had only gone all
the way with two girls.  He didn't talk about it with other boys, thinking
that sex was a private matter and that it was nobody's business.

   Amber was very small.  She was barely 5 feet tall and weighed around 90
pounds.  She had never really had a teenage "growth spurt".  As years went
by she decided that it just wasn't going to happen.  Her breasts were small
-- she really didn't need a bra.  She had blonde-red hair and brown eyes.
Freckles covered her face.  Her nose was a small, "turn-up" nose.  People
teased her, saying that it looked like a slide.  She kept her hair down to
her shoulders, but didn't wash it as often as most other girls.  She
considered herself unattractive and didn't see the point of spending a lot
of time on her appearance.  No boy had ever asked her out, or even engaged
her in conversation -- unless they needed help with their math homework. 
She enjoyed math and had always had a natural knack for it.

   To Kaley's credit, she worried about Amber.  Kaley had always been
attractive and had always had boyfriends when she was a girl.  She had just
taken her good looks for granted.  Then she had married Bart when she
became pregnant with the twins when she was a sophomore in college.  Bart
was a football player where she attended college, and she thought he was
the most handsome guy she had ever met.  She allowed him to get in her
panties on their first date, thinking that if she gave it up to him that he
would continue to date her.  She became pregnant, Bart agreed to marry her,
and the rest was history.  The twins turned out to be very good looking and
well-built, but Amber had always been small.  Kaley certainly didn't think
her daughter was ugly, by any stretch, but she wasn't that attractive,
either.  She was tiny, her hair wasn't particularly attractive, and she was
covered in freckles.  Kaley had suggested several things down through the
years that might improve Amber's appearance, but Amber didn't seem to be
interested.  She was shy and withdrawn.  She spent most of her time in her
room with the door closed.

   Amber was in her senior year of high school and had a chance of being in
the top ten of her class.  She was sure to get a scholarship that would pay
most of her college expenses.  She dreaded it.  She didn't want to move
away from home because it was the only place she felt comfortable.  She
longed for a boyfriend.  There were several boys at school to whom she was
very attracted, but they didn't give her the time of day unless they needed
help with their math.  She had never been kissed and, obviously, had never
had sex.  She sometimes accessed porn videos and watched them as she
fingered herself to orgasm.  She wondered what it would be like for a boy
to do some of the things to her that she saw on those videos.

   Amber was the only one in the family who attended church.  Bobby would
sometimes accompany her, but her mother hadn't been in years and Billy had
never been interested.  Amber liked to go to church and she enjoyed reading
the Bible.  She did feel a slight bit of guilt when she masturbated, but
she knew that masturbation was natural and really couldn't see any great
sin in watching other people fornicate.  She thought that Christianity was
way more profound than condemning people for wanting and needing and
participating in sex.  As far as she could tell from her own study,
treating other people kindly and loving God was the really important thing.
She felt like she really did love God and she reasoned that he must have
something in mind for her to do in life.  She couldn't see it yet, but she
trusted that God did.

   Billy didn't get along with his little sister.  He sometimes poked fun
at her, not realizing, and not really caring, how badly it hurt her.  Bobby
wasn't really close with Amber, either, but he never said anything unkind
to her and often berated his twin brother for insulting her.  He worried
about her because she was so isolated.  He really had very little interest
in going to church, but sometimes offered to go with her to try to break
the ice between them.  He could tell that she appreciated it, but she still
didn't talk to him much.  Sometimes she would ask him what he thought about
something she had read in the Bible, but he usually didn't know what she
was talking about.

   One night Amber was downstairs watching a program on TV.  Their mother
was gone out with a friend.  The show was over half over and she was
interested in it.  Her brother Billy walked in, grabbed the remote away
from her, flopped down in an easy chair, and changed the channel.

   "I wanted to see the end of that show, Billy," she said.

   "So?  I want to watch the ballgame," he retorted.

   Just as he said that, Bobby walked into the room.  "Billy, she was
watching that show.  See what the score is and let her watch the end of
it."

   "Fuck you.  I don't care what that ugly little bitch wants.  She's so
retarded she doesn't know the difference."

   Enraged, Bobby tackled his brother, overturning the chair in which he
sat.  The twins began to swing their fists at each other, both of them
landing blows.

   Amber got up and ran upstairs to her room, closed and locked the door,
and lay on her bed and cried.  What had she ever done to Billy to make him
hate her?  She was never unkind to him, and rarely even talked back to him
when he insulted her.  Why were people so mean to her?  She knew that she
was not attractive and didn't have an outgoing personality.  She wasn't the
cheerleader type.  She wasn't an athlete.  She couldn't draw or sing.  But
still, she was always as kind as she could be.  She prayed that her heart
would not become so calloused that she would not love other people and
treat them kindly.  She prayed for her brother, that he would learn not to
hurt people.  She thanked God for her brother, Bobby, who was nicer to her
than most anyone else.

   Presently, she heard a soft knock at her door.  "Amber?" It was Bobby.

   "Go away," she said softly, hoping he wouldn't realize that she was
crying.

   "Amber, come on.  Open the door," he said gently.

   Amber crossed the room and opened the door.  Bobby was pressing a wash
cloth against his mouth, and she could see that he was bleeding.  "Bobby,
you're hurt.  Let me see," she said, as she reached to pull the wash cloth
aside.

   "I'm okay.  I think I gave Billy a black eye.  He busted my lip.  You've
been crying.  I am so sorry," he told her.  He reached around her and gave
her a hug.

   They never hugged.  Amber jumped reflexively when he touched her, then
realized that he was trying to be kind to her, so she allowed him to put
one arm around her as he continued to hold the cloth to his bleeding lip.
The hug was brief, but this small act of intimacy felt so wonderful to her
that she burst out in tears again.  She turned and sat on her bed, putting
her face in her hands, weeping without restraint.

   Bobby sat next to her.  "I don't know what to say, Amber.  He's mean.  I
love him and he's my best friend and twin brother and all that, but he's
just mean.  I could never say that kind of thing about anyone," he
whispered.  "And it's not true.  You're not ugly and you're way smarter
than either of us."

   Uncharacteristically, Amber lay her head over on her brother's shoulder
as she continued to sob.  "Bobby, you're the only person who is nice to
me."

   Bobby felt tears stinging his own eyes.  He swallowed, fighting back his
emotion.  "I love you, Amber.  You're my sister."

   Amber looked into his eyes, tears streaming down her face.  "I don't
remember the last time anyone told me they love me," she sobbed.  "I'm not
mean to anyone, but everyone hates me.  Why?  Is it because I'm shy?  Is it
because I'm ugly?"

   "I can't stand it when someone is mean to you.  There's no reason for
it. Sure, you're shy, but you're going to get over that sooner or later. 
And you're not unattractive.  Not to me."

   She managed a bit of a smile.  "You really don't know what that means to
me, even though I don't believe it.  You know that I thank God for you,
every day?"

   He patted her hand, which was resting on her knee.  "And you don't know
what that means to me, Amber.  Please continue to do that?"

   She sniffled.  "Oh I will.  I pray for Billy, too." She laughed.  "I
pray that he'll be more like you."

   Bobby leaned over and pressed his lips against her forehead.  "I'm gonna
go wash this off," he said, indicating his swollen lip.  He closed the door
behind him.

   *****

   A couple of weeks later, there was an ice storm.  Both the high school
and the community college were closed because of weather.  Kaley was
cleaning the house and told the twins to go and try to clean the driveway
and the sidewalk.  They ignored her and sat around all morning playing
video games and watching TV.  Amber cleaned her room, then mopped the
upstairs bathroom floor that she shared with her brothers.  They always
peed on the floor and the rim of the toilet, but didn't bother to clean up
after themselves.

   She walked downstairs and, seeing her brothers on the couch playing
video games, she said, "You're welcome for cleaning up your nasty pee.  The
bathroom is clean, so you can go pee on the floor again." She normally was
not so sarcastic, but she was a little aggravated that they were sitting
around doing nothing while she and her mother were cleaning the house.

   "Shut up, bitch," Billy yelled.  "You're female.  Get over it.  Make me
a sandwich."

   "Yeah, make him a sandwich, Amber," Bobby chimed in.  "Put some shit on
it.  That's what he deserves."

   Billy jumped to his feet, his fists clenched.  "You want me to whip your
ass again?" he panted.

   Bobby regarded him.  "Again?  Remember that shiner you sported for over
a week?  I can give you one to match it.  Try me."

   Kaley shouted from the kitchen, "Shut up!  I cannot handle all this
complaining back and forth.  Billy, apologize to your sister," she said as
she walked into the living room, eyes blazing.  "You are NOT going to talk
to her that way."

   "Ite.  I'm sorry bee-atch," he said sarcastically, then glared at his
mother.

   Kaley walked purposely to him and slapped his face as hard as she could.
"You DO NOT EVER use that word in my presence.  Do you understand?"

   Billy felt of his face.  "If I weren't a gentleman, I'd slap you back,"
he yelled.

   "If you were a gentleman, you wouldn't use that word at all, especially
not talking about your sister.  She has never done one thing to you.  She's
always nice to you.  You're more useless than your father ever was.  I
can't wait for you to move out.  Now you straighten up, or I'll kick you
out.  Got me?"

   Amber stood silently watching, tears streaming down her face.  As her
mother and brother glared at each other, they could hear her sobs.  "Please
don't say that, Mama.  Please?" she begged.

   "What do you care?" Billy asked.  "You'd be happier if I wasn't around."

   Amber couldn't speak.  She just shook her head, no.  She turned and went
to the closet and began to get her winter coat and boots out.

   "What are you doing?  Leaving home?" Billy snarled.

   Bobby couldn't believe what was being said.  He didn't know what to say
to any of them.

   Finally, Billy sat down, grabbed the video game controller, and turned
the game back on.  Kaley went back into the kitchen.  Amber had gone out
into the garage.

   In a few moments, Bobby realized that he could hear something out on the
front sidewalk.  He got up and peered out.  He could see his little sister
with a spade, trying to scrape ice off of the sidewalk.  "Shit.  Amber is
out there trying to do our job," he told his brother.  "I'm going to help
her."

   "Have a good time," replied Billy.

   When Bobby got his coat and other winter gear on, he went as quickly as
he could to help his sister.  "You go on in the house, Amber.  I've got
this," he yelled as he approached her.

   Amber turned at the sound of his voice and slipped, falling flat on her
back on the sidewalk.  "Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she yelped in pain.

   Bobby rushed to her and saw that she was in extreme pain, her face a
mask of anguish.  Tears were flowing down her face and she was weeping
openly.  "Bobby, it hurts so bad!" she cried.

   "Hold on.  Don't move.  Don't try to get up!" he yelled as her ran to
the house.

   "Mom, call 9-1-1.  Amber fell.  She's hurt!"

   At this, Billy got up and ran out the front door, clad only in shorts, a
tee shirt, and socks.  "Amber, you okay?" he panted as he arrived at her
side.

   Through her pain, she was amazed that her brother, Billy, was the least
bit concerned about her.  She wanted to tell them that she was okay, but
she really wondered if she was.  She had never felt such pain.  She took
stock and realized that she could move her extremities, so she thought that
was a good sign.

   Kaley came out with some blankets and set about covering her daughter.
She knew better than to try to move her.  "Baby, we've called 9-1-1," she
cried, tears flowing down her face.  "Everything will be okay.  Don't try
to move." She squatted and held her daughter's hand, as Bobby held the
other one.  Billy, shivering with cold, stood there feeling useless and
miserable.

   The ambulance was there within minutes.  The first responders carefully
put Amber on a stabilizing board and started loading her into the
ambulance. Kaley got inside to ride with them to the hospital as the twins
watched.  They told Kaley that they would meet them at the hospital as soon
as they could get the ice cleared from the windshield.

   Just as they were closing the doors to the ambulance, Amber saw her
brother, Billy waving.  "I'm sorry, Amber," he whispered, barely audibly.
But Amber heard him.  She smiled and said a silent prayer for him.

   *****

   Amber was diagnosed with a severe lower back contusion.  When she was
released, Bobby carried her from the wheelchair to the car.  When they
arrived home he carried her inside the house and up to bed.  She could
walk, but it was so painful that he insisted on carrying her.  The doctors
told her to put ice packs on it for a couple of days, but to try to walk
several times a day.

   Amber had been given a pain pill and was soon fast asleep.  The twins
and Kaley sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee.

   "I was way out of line this morning, Mom," Billy said.  "I deserved that
slap.  I probably deserve several of them.  I wish I had gone out and tried
to clean that sidewalk.  This would have never happened."

   Kaley grasped Billy's hand.  "Yes, you deserved it.  We cannot keep
treating each other unkindly.  It's not right and it is destroying us.  I
think your sister is getting the brunt of it."

   Billy nodded.  "I do agree.  I mean, I know I'm a pretty selfish person,
but I know I'm not treating any of you right."

   Bobby regarded them.  "I'm glad to hear this, from both of you.  It
makes me feel better and it makes me want to do better, too.  After all, we
are a family -- but we sure haven't been acting like it.  And Billy, if you
ever call Amber a bitch again, I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

   "I don't think you can do that, Bruh, but I'm not planning on doing it.
I told her I was sorry.  I will tell her again.  I will make it up to her
some way," Billy said.

   Kaley was a member of several civic groups and had a meeting that
evening.  She said, at first, that she would just skip this one, but Bobby
assured her that he could take care of Amber.  Kaley described to him how
to put the ice pack on her back, and how to spread a cloth beneath it so
that it didn't damage her skin.  She told him to do it again if she wasn't
home by 9 PM.

   Shortly after Kaley left, Bobby told Billy that he was going to help
Amber with the ice pack.  Billy was watching a ballgame, but did offer to
help if he was needed.  Bobby got the icepack, read the directions, got a
thin wash cloth and went upstairs and into Amber's room.

   She was asleep when Bobby opened her door and came in.  He carefully
closed the door, for no particular reason he thought, and walked over to
her bed.  "Amber?  You awake, Sis?"

   "Yes.  I feel good," she giggled.

   He knew that the pain pill had her a bit loopy and found it amusing. 
"We've got to put this ice pack on you for a while.  I'll stay with you. 
20 minutes, it says."

   "Ok.  Mom did it earlier.  It got really cold toward the end.  I begged
her to take it off after 15 minutes," she told him, groggily.

   "Yeah, she told me that 15 minutes was okay if it was too uncomfortable.
Roll over so I can get to your back."

   Amber threw her covers back.  She was dressed only in a tee shirt and a
pair of panties.  Bobby had seen her in this exact outfit many times, but
had never been this close to her near-nakedness.  He didn't think of his
sister in a sexual way, anyway.  He felt a little embarrassed.  She rolled
over onto her stomach.

   Bobby gingerly lifted the hem of her tee shirt up as far as he could get
it.  Amber grasped it and pulled it up a bit further.  Her upper back was
still covered, but the rest of her smooth, boney body was uncovered down to
her thin, white, bikini panties.  He wondered if she would be embarrassed
in this situation if she wasn't under the influence of a pain pill.

   He lay the thin cloth on the bruised area, then gently lay the ice pack
on her.  "Oh that's so cold!" she giggled.  "I don't think I can stand this
for 20 minutes!"

   "You're a trooper.  I'm here to talk you through it," he told her, not
knowing exactly what to say.  She had her eyes closed so he checked out her
ass.  She was really skinny, but he decided that her ass looked pretty
good. It seemed to be filled out and the panties were pretty tight on it.
If she wasn't his sister, he might really enjoy this view.

   "I am so sleepy, Bobby, but I can't sleep with that cold pack on me."

   "I feel so bad that this happened to you, Amber.  But, I've been
thinking about something you said to me one day," he told her as he idly
stroked her back above the ice pack.

   "What's that?" she asked, her eyes still closed.

   "I can't remember exactly, but it was something out of the Bible, I
think.  Like good things sometimes come out of bad."

   "All things work together for good for those that love the Lord?  Is
that it?"

   "Maybe.  I don't know, Amber.  Anyway, we just had a talk this
afternoon. Mom and Billy and me.  We talked about trying to be nicer to
each other and being more cooperative.  And, I guess, this accident kinda
made us take stock.  Does that make sense?"

   Amber smiled.  "That sounds like a dream.  I hope it isn't.  I wish we
could get along better.  We would be happier."

   Bobby could feel tears in his eyes.  This didn't happen to him often,
but it seemed to when he was having a heart to heart with his sister.  He
wiped his eyes and said, "I don't know how to say this, Amber, but I love
you."

   Amber opened her eyes and looked up at him.  "Those are the sweetest
words in the world, Bobby.  Thank you.  I love you, too."

   He continued to stroke his sister's back tenderly.  He really did love
her, he knew.  He had so many fond memories of when they were little kids,
when they had a happier family; when Dad was home and he and Mom still
loved each other.  He longed for those days.

   "How long has it been, Bobby?" she asked.  "I really can't stand it any
longer."

   "17 minutes.  Let's go one more minute, okay?" he asked.

   "Okay, for you I'll do one more minute."

   "Amber," he began, then couldn't enunciate what he wanted to say. 
During the time he had sat with his sister, he had gazed at her bottom and
his mind had wandered.  He knew that she was a skinny little thing, not
really very sexy, but he imagined what she looked like naked.  He had never
really dwelled on that before, but suddenly imagined what she might look
like totally undressed.  Then he imagined kissing her while she was naked.
He suddenly realized that he had an erection.

   "Yeah, what?" she whispered.

   "Nothing.  I'm gonna go ahead and take this cold pack off of you," he
said as he picked it up, removed the cloth and pulled her tee shirt back
down.

   "Have you been staring at my butt?" she laughed.

   Bobby was taken aback, but she had her eyes closed and she was smiling.
"Well, I couldn't help but look at it.  It's pretty nice -- I mean for it
to be my sister and all."

   She opened her eyes.  "I love you for saying that," she smiled.

   He stood, bent over and brushed her lips with his own.  "I love you,
too, Amber." He left the room.

   *****

   Amber couldn't get her brother's kiss off of her mind.  She had never
been kissed on the lips by anyone, as far as she knew.  Sure, it was barely
anything at all.  He had barely even grazed her lips with his own, but for
some reason that made it all the more special.  She couldn't wrap her mind
around it, but she had liked it.  She had liked it way more than a sister
should like a kiss from her brother.  She had fought her emotions
concerning her brother for at least a couple of years.  She had
rationalized that nobody else was ever kind or tender with her, except
Bobby.  It was only normal that her psyche would grasp at any act of
kindness and whoever showed that kindness.  She had always loved all the
members of her family, unconditionally, but Bobby had always been her
favorite.  Now she was wrestling with her conscience.  Did she love him in
an improper way?  She had stifled those thoughts for a long time.  His
tender kiss had awakened the floodgates.  She could think of nothing but
him and how she longed for him to kiss her -- and more!

   That night after everyone was asleep, she pulled her panties down and
imagined Bobby laying in the bed with her, kissing her.  She played with
her clit and her wet pussy until she had the strongest orgasm of her young
life.  Then she slept.

   *****

   A couple of months later was spring break.  Amber had fully recovered
from her accident -- in fact she was almost pain free within a few days. 
The local community college coincided their spring break with the high
schools.  Billy had made plans to go with several of his friends to the
beach, but Bobby wasn't part of that group.  The twins had started their
own lawn-care business and had several lawns to mow each week.  Bobby
assured Billy that he could handle it, but he would get all the money, of
course.  Billy was good with that.

   Kaley, of course, had the week off, too.  She wanted to give the house a
good spring cleaning, but she had set aside some days to visit family and
friends that she had not seen for a while.  One day, she and Amber had
planned to go visit her aged Aunt Sue, a couple of hours away.  Bobby
couldn't go because he had too many lawns to mow.  He couldn't afford to
get behind, especially since it had rained the previous week.

   That morning at breakfast, Bobby bemoaned the fact that he had so much
to do and didn't see how he could possibly get it all done.  "It's great
money, Mom, but there's just not enough hours in the day to get them all
done.  They're saying it might rain again tomorrow.  People are texting me
left and right to get their lawns done today, before it rains."

   "I can mow," Amber stated.

   "What?  You're not familiar with these lawns.  You know.  They don't
want you to run over flowers over here and there's a hidden hole there..."

   "I can do the trim with the push mower.  Or you can do that and I can do
the big part on the riding mower.  Let me help you.  You don't have to pay
me," she offered.

   "That's a great idea, Bob," their mother said.  "Let her help you.  But
you have to pay her!"

   "Well.  You sure, Sis?"

   "Yes, of course I'm sure," she smiled.

   "Well, obviously I will pay you.  I tell you what.  I'll let you ride
while I do the detail work with the push mower and weed eater.  That okay?"

   "This will be killing two birds with one stone.  I was wanting to try to
get a little sun this week.  This will be a whole lot more fun than laying
out on the patio, trying to get a tan!" she laughed.

   Amber went to her room to ready herself to help her brother.  She put on
her shortest shorts, which looked shorter because she had grown a couple of
inches in the last couple of months, much to her gratification.  She had
gained 10 pounds since her accident, too.  She selected a red sleeveless
crop top that she had purchased in anticipation of warmer weather.  It tied
at the neck and left her back totally bare.  It also left her midriff bare.
The problem was that she would have to go braless, or it wouldn't look
right.  That had never been a big deal because she was practically flat,
but almost overnight her body had decided that she needed breasts.  She had
been amazed at her budding growth over the last month.  Certainly nothing
to brag about and she still didn't have cleavage, per se, but she liked
what she saw when she looked in the mirror.  She definitely had breasts! 
They were shaped well, too!  Ever since her breasts had begun to grow she
had felt very sexy, and her nipples seemed to always be hard.  Nobody had
really noticed yet, except her.  That was okay.  She knew that if they got
much bigger than someone would notice.  She had grown taller, put on some
weight and her boobs had, at last, begun to grown.  Better late than never!

   She walked downstairs.  "Hey, Bobby?  You ready?"

   Bobby jumped up off the couch and saw his sister.  He gasped.  When did
his sister start looking this good?  "Wow, Amber.  I like that top.  You
look great!" he gushed.

   Amber blushed and felt her pussy gush lubrication.  Any compliment or
attention from her beloved brother had begun to excite her every single
time.  She was anxious to help him today so she could spend some time with
him.  Nothing had to ever happen -- she certainly didn't expect or want
that -- but just being near him made her feel warm and loved and happy. 
She couldn't keep the smile off her face when she was around him.

   Bobby had already loaded the mowers onto the trailer (lucky for the
twins, their father had left this behind when he left).  He and his sister
headed out to their first lawn.  It was about an acre, but they had the
entire lawn done, including the trim and weed-eating in a little over an
hour.  They loaded up and moved on to the next one.  By 1 PM, they had
mowed and trimmed 3 lawns.  They stopped by a fast food restaurant and ate,
then headed out again.  The days were getting longer, so they kept working
until after 7 PM; then they jumped in the truck to head home.

   "Well, we're caught up," Bobby told her.  "I am so relieved.  It's
supposed to rain.  Thank you so much!  You've got $120 coming to you."

   "That much?  Wow.  You don't have to pay me, though.  I enjoyed it.  And
I got some sun!  In fact, I may have a little sunburn."

   "We made $300, but I figure we figure 20% for fuel and upkeep on the
equipment.  That leaves $240.  You get half.  And yep, you got some sun. 
I'm afraid you might have gotten too much on your back," he told her.

   "You did the hard work, though.  Riding is nothing.  Just give me, like
40 bucks.  I did put some sunscreen on, but I kinda feel a little burned,
now that I'm thinking about it," she told him as she looked down at her
midriff and at her shoulders.

   Bobby glanced over at her.  "You look so pretty today, Amber.  You look
different, somehow.  Did you get your hair cut?"

   "Well, yes, I did.  Two weeks ago!" she laughed.  "It's way shorter. 
I've also grown 2 inches and put on 10 pounds.  It's about time, huh?"

   "Well, I guess I just don't pay attention, but...I don't want to say
this wrong, but you don't look like a little girl.  It just hit me today,
when you came out in that halter top, or whatever it's called.  You really
look pretty."

   Amber smiled.  Tears came in her eyes.  She couldn't remember ever
feeling this happy since she was a little girl.  She adored Bobby and for
him to pay her compliments meant the world to her.  She sniffled as a tear
rolled down her face, which she quickly wiped away, hoping Bobby didn't
notice.

   "Amber?  What's wrong?" he asked, worriedly.

   She smiled through her tears.  "I'm just silly.  It just means so much
to me when you compliment me.  Thank you.  I'm happy; not sad."

   "You deserve to be happy.  You know, ever since your accident, I feel
like there hasn't been as much tension at home.  You know?  I mean, yeah,
Billy is still a jerk, but he's been a kinder and gentler Billy, as far as
I can tell.  Don't you think so?"

   "Oh yeah.  Definitely.  He still doesn't ever talk to me, which is fine,
and he argues with me about the TV.  But he hasn't called me any names and
he hasn't been unfriendly to me -- or to Mom, either.  I'm good with not
being bosom pals with him, but I hated it when he was acting so mean and
angry all the time," she mused.

   They arrived home and stowed the equipment, in anticipation of rain
coming in later that night.  Bobby, understandably, was bone-weary.  He had
pushed a mower and ran a trimmer all day in the hot sun.  Amber told him to
get a shower while she popped some frozen burritos in the oven.  They
anticipated Kaley to return home soon.

   While Bobby was in the bathroom, Kaley called to inform Amber that she
was going to spend the night with Aunt Sue, who wanted to attend a flower
show the next day.  Amber assured her that everything was okay and that
they could manage.

   When Bobby came down stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of athletic
shorts, Amber took a moment to enjoy how handsome her brother was.  He was
already very tan from working out in the sun.  He sometimes went without
his shirt while mowing, so he had a good tan all over -- at least what she
could see.  She loved the sparse hair that covered his upper body, except
for his back, which was smooth and muscular.  He was good looking at that
was all there was to it.  She told him to get the burritos out of the oven
when the buzzer rang.  She headed upstairs for a shower.

   As she showered, she realized that she was excited to be spending the
night, alone, with her favorite person in the world -- her beloved brother,
Bobby.  She was still on a high from his compliments that afternoon and
from how handsome (hot?) he looked when he came downstairs.  She wanted to
look pretty for him, so thought about what she wanted to wear.  She
certainly didn't want to try to look sexy; she didn't think she could look
very sexy -- not yet anyway.  She hadn't reached that point and maybe never
would.

   On a whim, she put her hair into pigtails.  She had never done this
since she was a little girl.  She examined herself in the mirror and
decided that she looked pretty cute.  Her sunburn was beginning to bother
her, so she found another tank top to minimize the contact of clothing on
skin.  This one was similar to the one she had worn that day, except that
it was older and was tighter because of her new growth.  It was white with
a pattern of various colored tulips.  She pulled on a pair of blue jean
shorts, realizing that they, too, had gotten too tight.  Maybe she would
spend some of the money Bobby was paying her to buy some new clothes.  She
looked in the mirror and saw what she had never seen in the mirror in years
-- a happy, almost pretty girl.

   She bounded down the stairs and realized that the oven buzzer was
sounding.  A glance at the couch told her that her brother had fallen
asleep.  She quickly removed the burritos from the oven.  They were a
little scorched, but not really burned.  They would be okay, since they
both were starved.  She put some ice in tall tumblers and filled them with
their favorite beverage, Dr.  Pepper.  She put the burritos on plates and
brought them to the living room and placed them on the coffee table.  Then
she fetched the glasses of Dr.  Pepper and turned the TV on.  Bobby must
really have been tired to have fallen asleep without first turning on the
TV.

   "Bobby, supper is ready!" she whispered in his ear as she leaned over
him.  On an impulse, she kissed his cheek.  "Brother, dear?"

   Bobby opened his eyes and stretched.  "Oh my goodness.  I'm beat.  Billy
usually does half of the trimming.  Good grief!  My legs feel like they're
gonna cramp!" he moaned.

   "You're dehydrated.  Drink this Dr.  Pepper and I'll get you some
Gatorade.  I think we have some pickle juice.  Do you want that?" she
asked.

   "Pickle juice works, for sure," he informed her.  "If you don't mind,
grab that for me."

   She brought him the jar of dill pickles, which he turned up and drank
most of the juice.  "Ah, that stuff is really pretty good!" he smiled. 
"You're good to me.  Let's eat.  I'm famished."

   They ate the burritos, talked, laughed, and watched TV.  Amber brought
him a large bottle of Gatorade to drink, and then some ice water.  He
finally told her that, if he hydrated any more, that he was going to throw
it up.

   Suddenly he yelped and grabbed for his thigh.  "Shit, cramp!" he cried,
as he rolled into the floor.  "Amber, do something!"

   Amber jumped up.  This wasn't the first time she had seen her one of
brothers have cramps, but their mother usually knew what to do and handled
it.  "Lay on your back, Bobby," she told him.

   When he rolled over on his back, in obvious agony, she grabbed his foot
and pulled his leg up, holding her hand on the place on his thigh where he
indicated was cramping.  She gently pushed against his leg until it was
almost perpendicular to the floor.

   "Yes.  Hold it there," he gasped.  "When did you learn to do that?"

   "I don't know what I'm doing.  I just watched Mama.  You guys are always
over-doing it and not hydrating properly," she said.

   "Yeah, yeah.  Another sermon," he smiled.  "I think it's okay now.  At
least we know what to do if it hits again." She relaxed the stretch and he
lowered his foot to the floor.  "It will probably happen to the other one,
too," he said as he extended his hand for her to help him up.

   "Well, I want extra pay for being your nurse," she laughed.  "Or we can
do a trade-off."

   "What kind of trade-off, Nurse Ratchet?" he laughed.

   "My sun-burn is really hurting.  I thought maybe you could rub some
cream on my back.  Are you up to that?"

   "Sure.  Turn around; let me see."

   She turned her back to him.

   "Yeah, Sis.  That looks pretty bad.  I am so sorry.  I didn't think
about you burning like that.  That's on me.  I don't think either of us
thought much about anything but getting the job done, today.  Get some
cream and I'll see what I can do."

   "I have some aloe cream upstairs that is pretty good.  Let's do it up
there so I can stretch out better, okay?"

   "Oh, you're inviting me to your bed?" he grinned.

   "Then you woke up, Brother," she said sarcastically.  "You ready?"

   Amber gave Bobby jar of aloe skin cream as she lay face-down on her bed.
He opened it and began to smear it onto her lower back.  "Does the bruise
still hurt, Sis?" he asked.

   "If you press on it, yes.  It was a deep bruise, but I'm fine.  That
stuff is cold, Bobby, but it really feels good," she smiled.

   Bobby glanced at his sister's bottom and thought to himself that it
looked even better than it had a couple of months ago when he had applied
the ice pack to her bruised back and it had only been covered with her
little panties.  Her blue jean shorts were really short and tight and he
thought it displayed her little bottom perfectly.  Her back was really red
from exposure to the sun, but her skin was flawless -- she had freckles on
her shoulders and upper back, but her skin looked smooth and healthy; he
thought it looked pretty sexy, even if it was his little sister's back. 
There was something to be said for skinny.  Skinny could definitely be
sexy.

   As he applied the cream higher and higher on her back, he realized that
he was slightly aroused.  He supposed that it was natural to become aroused
when you were in an intimate situation with a person of the opposite sex,
especially when you had great affection for that person.  He loved his
sister very much and, after all, she had a nice little body.  Touching her,
giving her pleasure, even if it was just treating her sunburn -- or her
injury -- was a somewhat intimate act.

   "You can untie it, if you need to," she whispered.  "This feels really
good.  Can you do it all night?"

   "That's what she said!" he laughed, quoting their favorite TV rerun,
'The Office'.

   Amber laughed.  "You nut.  I love you."

   Bobby had taken girls' tops off before.  He had removed their bras.  He
had had sex, several times, but he was still nervous about the simple act
of untying his little sister's tank top.  It tied at her neck.  All he had
to do was pull the string and it would be undone.  He wouldn't see
anything. She was laying on her stomach, but still, it felt like he was
undressing her and, for some reason, it aroused him.  He pulled the string,
and pulled the ties back and off of her back.  He then began to gently
apply the cream to her neck and shoulders.  They felt hot to his touch and
he knew that he needed to be extra careful because the burn was most severe
here.

   "Bobby, that feels so much better.  It's like magic.  My shoulders and
neck were really beginning to burn.  Rub some on my ears, too," she
whispered.

   "I love these pigtails, Amber," he told her as he massaged the back of
her neck.  "You're so cute."

   Amber was aware that her panties were very wet.  From the time her
brother started touching her back, she had become very aroused.  She loved
the feel of his hands on her.  She tried to keep her mind from imagining
him putting his hands all over her body.  What would his hands feel like on
her legs, her stomach, her breasts, her little virginal pussy?  She
couldn't let herself think about this -- until he was safely out of the
room when she would play with herself until she had a bed-shaking orgasm!
What was wrong with thinking about him when she masturbated?  She
rationalized that there were no other males in her life.  That would change
one day, she hoped.  For now though, she would allow herself to fantasize
about him.  That's all it was.  There couldn't be anything wrong with it.
Who did it hurt?  Nobody.

   "What?" she smiled.

   "I said you're cute," he said a bit louder.

   "I know," she giggled.  "I just like hearing it.  Nobody else ever says
that."

   "Then I'll say it enough to make up the difference," he told her.  "You
are very cute."

   Forgetting that her top was not fastened, she turned over on her side to
look in his face.  She saw him glance down at the unexpected, and
unintended view of her budding breasts and quickly lay back down.

   She blushed.  "Shit, Bobby.  I forgot it wasn't tied.  I'm so
embarrassed," she said as she burrowed her face in the pillow.

   Bobby laughed.  "I've never heard you say 'shit' before!  And it's okay.
Don't be embarrassed.  I'm your brother and your best friend." He didn't
tell her that the sight of her breasts had made his cock lurch and his
mouth water to kiss and suckle them.  She certainly didn't need to ever
know that.

   Amber kept her face turned into the pillow.  Her voice muffled, she
said, "They're growing."

   It sounded to him like she said, "Lawn mowing".

   "What about lawn mowing?" he asked, continuing to rub his sister's back,
even though he had covered every square millimeter with the cream already.

   She turned her face out of the pillow, still blushing.  She whispered,
"They're growing.  I said that they are growing."

   "What?" He paused.  "Oh!" He felt himself blushing.  Why would she tell
him that?  He had noticed a couple of times that day that she seemed to be
filling out her tank top pretty nicely and wondered if her breasts weren't
bigger than he had always assumed.

   "I guess I'm finally having a growth spurt.  I have put on weight,
gotten taller and, finally, I'm getting boobs...I can't believe I'm even
telling you this.  But there's nobody else to tell, Bobby.  I don't have
any friends.  You're the only person I can tell personal stuff to," she
rambled.

   "It's a great compliment to me that you just told me that.  It makes me
feel...I don't know.  It makes me feel wonderful that you trust me that
much."

   "I love you, Bobby," she said as she turned, carefully keeping herself
covered this time.  "You're my best friend.  Thank you for letting me talk
about my new boobs," she laughed.

   "They looked nice -- I mean the microsecond that I saw them.  You looked
good in that tank top, all day, though.  You were so cute.  I thought about
it all day," he gushed.

   She looked concerned.  "Do you think I should have worn a bra?  I mean,
those tops are not really made to have a bra worn with them..."

   "No!  You looked great.  Let's make a deal, okay?  If I ever see you
wearing anything in public that I think is borderline inappropriate, I will
tell you my opinion.  You can decide, of course, whether to go ahead and
wear it," he suggested.

   "Well, I really think I know what's appropriate...but these..." she
glanced at her chest.  "These are a game changer.  I'm not used to them and
I don't know what other people are seeing.  So, yeah.  I would be glad for
you to always evaluate what I'm wearing.  After all, I trust you more than
anyone else," she told him.

   Bobby reached for one of her pigtails.  "You've got to wear your hair
like this more, Amber.  You have such a cute face.  Your hair fixed like
this really emphasizes it."

   "It doesn't make me look like a little girl?" she asked.  "And these
freckles -- I was glad to get some sun on my face because a good tan kinda
covers them up."

   "It makes you look sexy," he told her, unable to think of a better word.
"And your freckles are incredibly sexy, too."

   Amber laughed out loud.  "That word has NEVER been used in reference to
me, Big Brother!"

   Bobby had a sudden urge to kiss her.  He was almost positive that she
would be okay with it, as long as it was just a brief, brotherly kiss.  He
leaned and kissed her lips, not just a peck, but just a couple of seconds.
He then looked into her face to judge her reaction.

   Amber looked into his eyes, a quizzical look on her face.  "Is that part
of my pay for today?" she smiled.

   "No.  It was me telling you that I don't know how to tell you, with
words, how much I adore you, Little Sister," he told her, realizing that
tears had come into his eyes.

   "Then tell me again, because I didn't hear you," she whispered, as she
reached up and put her hand on his cheek.

   He urgently leaned forward again and kissed her lips.  She was kissing
him back, but he could tell immediately that she was new to this.  She had
her lips pursed and was pressing against his lips way too hard.  He broke
the kiss after a few seconds and stroked her face, gazing into her eyes. 
His cock was straining against his shorts and he realized that he was as
aroused as he had ever been.

   "I'm not good at it, am I?" she asked him.  "I know this isn't right,
Bobby, but I like it.  Do you?"

   "Yes, yes," he whispered.  "I like it very much, Amber.  I've never
liked it this much."

   "You don't have to say things like that, Bobby.  I know you're
experienced.  I've heard you and Billy talking about it.  Not just kissing.
I know you've had sex," she told him.

   Bobby wiped his tears with the back of his hand.  "Yes.  But I am being
honest when I say that I've never enjoyed a kiss that much -- maybe it's
because it's a taboo thing."

   She smiled.  "I am so forbidden to you, Bobby," she teased.  "You should
never, ever even look at me, much less rub lotion on me or, Heaven forbid,
kiss me."

   "You are such a delicious little tart," he smiled.  "Do you know that?"

   "I know that you're making me happier than I've ever been in my life!"
she smiled.  "I don't care if you're lying or not.  You make me feel good
about myself."

   Bobby moved to lay down beside her and she scooted over to give him
room. "I am so tired, Amber.  Can I sleep here?"

   "I would love that," she whispered.  "Are you going to sleep now?"

   "I was just kidding, but it would be sweet."

   "Then sleep here.  It's not like anything is gonna happen.  Nobody will
ever know..." she caught herself.  What was she saying?  This wasn't right.
It was over the line.  She certainly didn't want him to misconstrue her
intentions.  She just liked being near him.  That was it.  There was
nothing else.  "I'm sorry.  I know we shouldn't.  Forget it."

   Bobby stood up.  "I'm gonna go pee and I'll be back."

   He trudged out of her room and into the bathroom.  He had such a hard-on
that he had to stand three feet from the toilet and, with difficulty, aim
toward the bowl.  He sprayed the floor and the edge of the toilet, but
knowing how disgusting this was to his sister, he carefully wiped it up
with toilet paper.  His legs were hurting, but he thought the threat of
cramps was gone.  He was exhausted.  He should just fall in his bed and go
to sleep, but the thought of sleeping in the same bed with his little
sister was very tempting because he felt so close to her.  They might not
get this chance again.  He didn't think that the two of them had ever been
alone all night before.

   He took his shorts off.  He was dressed in boxer briefs, which showed
off his 'package' very well.  That wouldn't do.  He didn't want her to
realize how the situation had affected him.  He grabbed his shorts and held
them in front of him as he walked back into her room.

   His sister had turned her back to him and he thought, at first, that she
had already fallen asleep.  Then he saw her lips moving and realized that
she was praying.  His heart melted.  Fresh tears came to his eyes.  He had
never known anyone like her.  He didn't understand the role that God played
in her life.  He didn't understand religion at all, but he was convinced
that there was a God and he was convinced that He lived in his little
sister's heart.  He approached the bed, reached to turn off her bedside
light and crawled in beside his sister.  He was careful not to scoot up
next to her, and turned over to face away from her.

   "You're really gonna sleep in here?" she whispered.

   "I won't if you don't want me to," he replied.

   "No, I want you to.  I always like being close to you." She turned
toward him and scooted over and put her arm around him, pressing her body
against his back.  He could tell that she had put a tee shirt on, but he
couldn't tell what she wore on her lower body.

   He took her hand and kissed it, then tenderly held it as he closed his
eyes.  He was so incredibly tired...

   He didn't wake up until nearly 10 AM.  He awakened to the sight of his
sister getting dressed.  She was in a tee shirt and panties and he assumed
that was probably what she had slept in.  She looked good to him and he
mourned to see her pulling her blue jean shorts back on.  Her little butt
looked good in her tiny bikini panties.

   She turned to him and smiled.  "Wow, you never moved a muscle all
night," she smiled.  "Except for those couple of times that you ravished
me," she laughed.

   "Ravished you, huh?" he grunted.  "I wish I remembered that.  Was it
good?"

   "You nut!" she laughed.  "I think I hugged you all night and I never
felt you move a muscle.  I even got up to pee and you didn't wake up."

   He sat on the side of the bed, not cognizant of the fact that he had
morning wood and that it was quite prominent in his boxer shorts.  "It's
raining.  No mowing.  I'm so glad.  I'm still beat," he moaned.

   "Yeah.  cI got a text from Mom.  The flower show was cancelled.  She
doesn't know whether to come home or not because they're going to
reschedule it for the next sunny day.  I think it's just a bunch of old
women going around to each other's flower gardens.  Aunt Sue really wants
her to stay.  I know Mom really isn't into it, but Aunt Sue is like 150
years old, or something."

   Bobby was checking his phone.  "Yeah, I got that text too.  The forecast
says that the rain is ending this afternoon and it's supposed to be sunny
and warm tomorrow.  How's the sunburn?"

   "It doesn't feel bad at all.  I think you fixed me up.  I'm thinking of
getting burned again so you can rub that cream all over my back again," she
smiled as she sat down next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

   "Do I get to see your boobs again, too?" he laughed.

   She reached for a pillow and hit him over the head with it.  "That was
an accident, Goofball!"

   Bobby stood and stretched, then noticed that his sister was looking at
his crotch.  A quick glance told him that his "morning wood" was very
clearly outlined by his boxer briefs.  He quickly turned away.  "Oops!" he
said.  "I guess we're even now."

   "I didn't see anything.  Just the outline.  You see the outline of my
boobs all the time.  No fair," she smiled.

   "Your boobs don't swell up when you have to pee," he told her.

   "Oh, I don't guess I knew they did that.  I thought they..." she
grinned, but realized that she was blushing.

   "We need to have a long talk," he teased as he left the room.

   *****

   They went out to IHOP for pancakes.  Afterwards, they decided to go to
the matinee at the local movie theater.  Although they had just eaten, they
bought a large buttered popcorn to share.

   As they were watching the previews, Amber whispered to her brother, "I
feel like I'm on a date."

   He smiled at her.  "Really?  Then let's pretend that it is.  Okay?"

   "Yes!  I love spending time with you, my best friend!" she gushed.

   When the lights went dim, Bobby held his sister's hand.  He felt like he
was on a date with someone other than his sister.  He was wrestling with
his thoughts and feelings.  His mind kept wandering as the movie played.  A
few months previously he had hardly even thought about his sister.  She was
a hindrance because he and Billy had to share a bathroom with her and,
because her room was next to theirs, they had to keep their music down.  He
had always just thought of her as a little freckle-faced nuisance.  He
wasn't mean to her like Billy sometimes was, but neither did her feel
particularly close to her.  He was happy for her when she won an award for
being the best math student in her class.  He had sometimes accompanied her
to church because she couldn't get anyone else to go with her.  But in the
last couple of months he had begun to really feel close to her.  He wanted
to protect her and he enjoyed talking to her.  And now, all of a sudden,
she had blossomed.  Or had she?  Was it just his perception of her?  Had
she always been kinda cute?

   Amber had never felt happier.  She had never felt like she had a best
friend or a confidante, but now Bobby was filling that void.  He seemed to
genuinely want to spend time with her.  He had kissed her!  When she
thought of this she absently touched her lips, as if to remember the
sweetness of his lips on hers.  Yes, he was her brother.  Yes, this was
slightly weird.  Maybe it was "way weird" when she had sexual thoughts of
him.  She couldn't help it.  That was just natural.  It was biology.  It
was how humans were created.  The kindness and love of an attractive member
of the opposite sex was naturally arousing.  She kept glancing over at his
face, thinking how handsome he was, and how much she enjoyed being alone
with him.  She wished that Billy would never come home so that she and
Bobby would be alone upstairs every night.  They would talk and lay in bed
together.  They might even kiss every now and then.

   As they came out of the theatre, they were greeted with the sun breaking
through the clouds.  As Bobby drove them toward home, Amber checked her
phone for messages.

   "Yay!" she smiled.  "Mom is spending the night with Aunt Sue again!"

   "Does that make you that happy that Mom is away?" Bobby smiled.

   "No.  I wish she was coming home so I couldn't have any more alone time
with my favorite person on earth," she said sadly.

   He patted her hand.  "It's weird, isn't it?  I mean, we've been together
all our lives and, just all of a sudden, we discover that we really like
each other.  Weird!"

   "Is it because I got boobs?" she asked, grinning.

   "Are you serious, or are you messing with me?  I'm really shallow, but
not quite that shallow," he replied.

   "I'm messing with you.  I think I've felt close to you for a good while,
but you just tolerated me -- you were kind, though.  You're just a nice
person."

   "Well, I am sorry for my past behavior.  We have a new relationship now.
Right?  Is there anywhere you want to go?  The sun is coming out, but it's
too wet to mow, I think.  I'll have some lawns to do tomorrow.  Can you
help me?" he rambled.

   "No, I just want to go home.  I am thinking that I might put some
sunscreen on and get a little more sun on my legs and front.  Riding the
mower only got sun on my knees and face.  Yes, I want to help you tomorrow!
Will you let me?" she replied.

   "Let you?" he laughed.  "I'm delighted!"

   By the time they got home, almost no clouds were left in the sky.  The
sun was beating down.  Amber found her green bikini from the previous
summer, hoping that it still fit.  She put it on and examined herself in
the mirror.  It fit okay, but noticeably tighter than it had been the
previous year.  She could see the tops of her budding breasts; that was a
change -- the previous year she had been practically flat and there was
just nothing to see.  Putting her hair back into pigtails, she decided that
she didn't look bad at all.  For the first time in her life she didn't feel
embarrassed at her own reflection when she wore a bikini.  She got her
Kindle, her sunglasses, some sunscreen, some towels, and a large tumbler of
Dr.  Pepper and headed for the patio.

   Bobby had heard his sister when she went out the sliding glass doors
that led to the patio.  He was playing a video game, but decided he would
go "perv" his sister for a while, then head upstairs and watch some porn
and masturbate.  He was still aroused from the previous evening.  For
whatever reason, rubbing cream on his sister's back and then getting a
glance of her little breasts had made him extremely horny.

   He went to the glass door and saw his sister lying face down on a towel,
reading her Kindle.  It looked uncomfortable to him, but he had seen girls
and women lay in that position practically all day, at the beach.

   He slid the door open as she glanced around at him.  "Amber, you're
going to get a really bad burn.  I thought you were just going to sun your
front."

   She flipped over, put some towels under her head, and took her
sunglasses off.  "I was just getting a few minutes.  Probably a bad idea.
Thank you for taking care of me!" she smiled.  "Want to join me?"

   Bobby closed the sliding door and sat down next to her on the deck.  He
took his tee shirt off and was clad only in loose athletic shorts.  He
looked down at his sister, who had put her sunglasses back on and was
reading again.  He looked down her body.  She was thin, but she had a good
shape.  He could see the swell of her breasts above her bikini top.  That
looked good.  He was happy, for her, that she was getting boobs.  He knew
that she had always been self-conscious about her body because she had not
developed like most girls her age.  She was just a late bloomer, their
mother had said, and she had obviously been right.  His little sister was
looking good, at least to him.  Her legs didn't look as skinny as they once
had.  Her stomach was nice and flat.  He had always thought that her hair
had made her look bad.  She didn't take care of it and it was often
covering her face, as if she was ashamed.  Now she had cut it much shorter
and had it in pigtails.  She looked cute.  He liked it very much.  His
little sister was pretty and that made him happy.

   "Looking good in that bikini, girl," he teased as he lay his hand
experimentally on her tummy.

   Amber smiled and removed her sunglasses.  "Bobby.  I know you're saying
stuff to make me happy, and it's working!  I'm gonna help you mow tomorrow.
You don't have to keep being so sweet."

   "Well, sure, I want to make you happy, but in this case, I'm totally
honest.  You said you had gained a little weight.  It must have landed in
all the right places.  You really look good, and I'm not kidding," he
stated.  "That might not sound right coming from your brother."

   "It means more coming from you than anyone else, Bobby.  I'm a little
embarrassed, though.  I'm not used to guys ogling my body.  I never wanted
them to."

   Bobby looked down her body.  "If I pretended that you weren't my sister,
I would say that you're pretty hot!" he grinned.

   "But I'm your sister, so..." she teased.

   "You're still hot.  You're hot, Amber.  I've said it."

   She smiled.  "I'm still a little uncomfortable with that, but I must
admit that I like you saying it," she giggled.

   She turned her Kindle back on and continued reading.  Bobby perused his
cell phone.  After a few minutes, she looked up at Bobby.  "Can I ask you
some personal questions?"

   "Well, sure.  I guess," he replied.

   "How many girls have you done the deed with?"

   "Whoa.  I didn't expect THAT!"

   "You don't have to answer.  I know it's personal."

   "Well, I don't know why you want to know or why I feel comfortable
telling you, but 2 and a half," he told her.

   "A half?"

   "Blowjob," he told her and noticed that she immediately blushed.

   "Oh!  Sheesh.  Why did I ask you that?" she mumbled.

   "It's okay.  I feel comfortable with you, but I don't know if I really
want to get into details.  Know what I mean?"

   "Sure.  I pretty much don't know anything about sex at all.  Do you
masturbate?"

   "Shit, Amber!"

   "You don't have to answer anything.  I'm sorry."

   "Of course I do.  Anyone who says they don't is lying.  Do you?"

   She laughed.  "If I say no, I'm automatically a liar?"

   He looked sheepish.  "Well?"

   "Yes." She put her sunglasses on and when back to her Kindle.

   "Wait a second.  You can't just stop just like that!" he laughed.  "What
do you think about?  When you do it, I mean..."

   Sunglasses off again.  "That's kinda personal, but since you asked, I
watch porn on my Ipad."

   "You are shitting me.  You watch porn?" he gasped.

   "Is there any teenager who doesn't?" she smiled.  "I mean, there's some
raunchy stuff on there that I don't want to see, but I do watch it.  Then I
feel guilty sometimes.  But not always," she admitted.

   "What do you watch?  What kinds of things do you like?" His cock was
stiffening at the thought of his little sister watching porn and playing
with herself.

   Amber reached beside her and picked up her Ipad.  "I'll find one I like
and show you, okay?"

   Bobby couldn't believe this.  He was going to be watching porn with his
sister?  "Sure."

   Amber glanced at him.  "You are not offended at this are you?"

   Bobby laughed.  "Are you kidding?  I watch it every day."

   Amber took a couple of minutes, searching.  "Here, this is one I like
and it's the kind I enjoy watching," she said as she sat up and scooted
next to her brother so they could watch together.

   The scene started with a fully-dressed young couple, kissing.  They were
both very attractive and looked to be in their early twenties.  Soon they
were kissing passionately and undressing each other.  The young woman had
small breasts, perhaps a B cup, and flawless body.  She was tall, with
well-shaped long legs.  She was extremely pretty and didn't look like the
typical porn actress, in Bobby's opinion.  She had long brown hair and big
brown eyes.  The guy was slender and his penis, already erect, looked to be
smaller than the average porn star.  Bobby estimated it at about 7 inches,
similar to his own.  He had short brown hair and a hairless chest.

   "They don't look like porn actors, do they?" Amber asked.

   "No.  I think that some of these companies hire college aged kids to do
these things.  They just do a few.  That way people don't get tired of
seeing the same people over and over.  They look like they're really into
each other.  Do you think maybe they're boyfriend and girlfriend in real
life?" he asked.  His cock was aching, not so much from watching the two
naked people kiss and fondle each other, but from the mere fact that he was
watching with his sister.

   "This is what I like.  I don't like them if they don't look like they're
really into each other.  I like them to kiss a lot.  If they aren't
kissing, they don't care about each other," she stated.  She looked over at
Bobby.  "Can you believe we're watching this together?"

   They watched as the man in the video began to suck the woman's breasts.
She moaned with delight.  Amber whispered, "That's what I REALLY like!"

   "What?" Bobby asked, realizing that he was becoming extremely excited.
He imagined doing this with Amber.

   "They almost never pay attention to the woman's breasts on these things.
It's so impersonal.  Lots of times they do it with her back to the man. 
That's like farm animals.  I don't like that at all," she explained.  She
couldn't believe she was telling her brother this.

   As they watched, the man went down on the woman, who showed her
appreciation by undulating her hips and gasping and praising him.  Then she
sucked his swollen cock, though rather inexpertly, Bobby thought.  He then
crawled between her legs and they fucked.  They were obviously into it and
were continually sucking each other's tongues and kissing each other's
necks and ears.  After a while, Amber clicked it off and closed the Ipad.

   "Why did you cut it off?" Bobby asked.

   "I can't take any more," she gasped.  "Seriously.  I can't."

   Bobby wasn't sure he knew what she meant, but he had a good idea.  "What
do you mean?" he asked, playing dumb.

   "Bobby.  Don't.  You know what I mean," she said breathlessly.

   Bobby couldn't help but laugh a little.  "It affects you that much,
huh?"

   "Stop it.  You're embarrassing me.  Besides, I'm not the only one," she
said as she pointed at her brother's crotch.  His fully erect cock was
tenting his shorts.

   "I was already that way," he told her, just to test her reaction.

   "What?  What do you mean?"

   "I couldn't help it.  I didn't plan on it.  But looking at you in that
little bikini did it.  Sorry if that makes me a pervert.  Sorry.  Sorry. 
Sorry," Bobby said, obviously not the least bit sorry.

   "So, what are you going to...?" she asked tentatively.

   "I guess what you're going to do...I mean that's why you watch that
stuff, right?"

   "It's embarrassing that you will know I'm in my room...Bobby I can't
talk about this!" she grimaced.

   "Just as a hypothetical...what if we both watched some more together
while we...you know." He could feel himself blush, which he rarely ever
did. He felt flustered and as horny as he had ever felt.

   "I don't know, Bobby.  That's way off the map," she said, covering her
head and face with a towel.  "This is so embarrassing!"

   "We can leave our clothes on," he urged.

   Amber peeked out from under the towel.  "Are we seriously considering
this?"

   "Yes, we're serious about it," he smiled.  "In fact, I think you've
talked me into it."

   "Clothes on?" she asked.

   "Yes, unless you change your mind..."

   "No touching?"

   "Whatever you say."

   "Won't it make a mess in your pants?" she asked, uncertainly.

   "Yes, but it's easily cleaned up," he replied.

   "My room or yours?"

   "Yours.  I'll meet you there in 5 minutes, in case you want to change
clothes or...something."

   "Do you want me to change clothes?" she asked.

   "No way!  You look hot!" he assured her.

   Five minutes later, Bobby walked into her room, dressed only in his
boxer briefs.  She was laying on her bed, still in her bikini, searching
her Ipad.  Bobby was still hard, thinking about how arousing it was that he
would see his little sister have an orgasm, even though she would be
clothed in her little green bikini.

   "Hey, I found one that I haven't seen before.  It is the same kind,
though.  Romantic," she told him.  When she saw how Bobby was dressed, she
gasped, "I didn't realize you were going to be dressed..."

   "Is it okay?" he asked.

   "Yes.  I mean, if that's what you want.  Are you sure about this?"

   "Do you want to do this, Amber?  I do," he told her.

   Amber looked in his eye as he sat on her bed.  "I'm just really nervous,
but yes, I want to.  I love you.  I want to experience something intimate
with you.  Is that crazy?"

   "I feel the same way.  I feel so close to you.  I can't explain it," he
gasped.

   "Bobby.  I think...never mind.  Let's watch this, okay?"

   She was sitting up and their bodies were touching as she held the Ipad
so they both could see it.  Bobby touched her face and turned it toward him
as he leaned over and kissed her lips.  She gasped and her mouth opened a
bit.  He slipped his tongue between her lips and touched her tongue, then
withdrew it and sat back, continuing to gaze in her eyes.

   Amber couldn't think of what to say.  She felt as if she might
hyperventilate.  She knew that watching porn could not possibly arouse her
like her brother did.  Her chest was noticeably rising and falling with her
heavy breathing.  She reached and touched his face, unable to speak, but
knowing that he could see her love in her eyes.

   "Want to start it?" he asked, still looking deep in her eyes.  Yes, she
loved him.  That was evident.  She didn't have to even say a word.  And he
felt the same way toward her.

   She started the video and maximized it so that it was more easily seen.
In this scene, there was a young blonde girl who looked to be no more than
20 years old.  The man was older, perhaps in his 30's, but they were
definitely hungry for each other.  They were kissing passionately and
tearing at each other's clothes.

   "I really prefer when they go slower," she commented.  "I don't like all
this tearing each other's clothes off."

   "I like you to tell me what you like.  I don't think guys think about
that a lot," he told her.  "When I watch porn, I fast forward through what
you like the best...but I think that I may have missed a lot by doing
that!" he laughed as he kissed her cheek tenderly.

   When the man on the video pulled his underwear down, the head of his
cock fell down below his nuts.  It was an impressive piece of equipment.

   "Here's what I don't get," Bobby said.  "I mean look at that girl. 
She's hot.  Perfect body, gorgeous face and they're obviously into each
other...but he's not the least bit hard!"

   "I have wondered about that before, but I don't know how all that works.
Sometimes, they only get like half erect...is that how you put it?  The
entire time, even when they do the deed, it never gets really hard.  Is
there a reason for that?" she asked.

   "Well.  One thing is that he may be camera shy.  Also, they might do
this every day.  Sometimes more than one scene a day.  Other than that, I
don't know," he told her.

   Amber paused the video.  "I guess I'm getting an education here, right?
We can just call this an educational opportunity?" She smiled at him. 
"Bobby.  I love you so much." Her eyes glittered with emotion.

   Bobby took the Ipad and lay it on the floor.  "Can I hold you?" he
whispered.

   She eagerly came into his arms and soon they were laying on the bed,
Bobby flat on his back and his little sister on her side, snuggled into
him. He had his arm around her and she had one hand on his stomach, playing
with the sparse, dark hair that covered his entire abdomen.  She had her
face pressed into his neck and occasionally kissed him there, gently.  She
thought that this was simultaneously the most erotic and pleasant
experience of her life.

   "Are we going to finish the video?" she whispered after several minutes.

   "I like this much better -- if you don't mind," he whispered as he
stroked her hair and arms.

   "I was hoping you would say that," she smiled.  "Is this...is this
okay?"

   "I don't care if it's okay," her brother told her.  "I can't put it into
words, but I've never felt this way in my life."

   Amber gently placed her hand on his boxer briefs where his erection was
still obviously prominent.  She had been thinking about doing just that for
several moments and was almost sure that her brother would not object.

   Bobby gasped.  "Baby, that feels good," he croaked.  In fact, he could
never remember anything ever feeling this good.  She hadn't really done
anything at all but rest her hand on it, but an emotion was coursing
through his body that he couldn't identify.  It was stronger than lust.  He
knew lust.  He had lusted and he had satisfied his lust.  But although he
had affection for those girls, he had not felt the strong bond that he felt
with his little sister.  There was no one on earth like her.  He wanted to
shout out how he felt, but he didn't understand his feelings well enough to
even say them to himself.

   "It's so big and hard," she whispered.  "It feels like it's as big
around as a baseball bat!"

   "Well it's not really big.  You want to see?" he whispered as he brought
his mouth down to hers for a brief kiss.

   "Yes.  I want to see it.  I know I shouldn't, but I want to..." she said
as he grabbed the elastic of his boxer shorts and shoved them down.  His
cock sprang into view, wet with his lubrication, and steel-hard with lust.
Below his 7 inch, swollen penis were his pendulous balls.  Bobby thought
they were probably a bit larger than average, based on what he had seen on
the internet.

   Amber sat up and leaned over, looking closely at her brother's genitals.
"It's wet," she stated.

   "Guys secrete lubrication, just like girls.  Just not nearly as much,"
he explained.  He was not one bit embarrassed to show his sister what he
had.  She had asked and he knew that there was nothing to be ashamed of.

   "I don't guess I ever thought about that," she told him as she glanced
in his face.  "It looks so big.  It looks as big as the ones in the porn
videos," she commented.

   Bobby laughed.  "Maybe some of them, but not most.  You ever watched
black guys?"

   Amber looked at his face and grinned.  "Yes.  I like to watch those.  I
don't know why, because they treat the women awful.  It's just sex.  It has
no meaning."

   "But you like the look of the BBC?" he grinned.

   "What?  British Broadcasting Company?" she deadpanned, then snorted and
started laughing.

   "Well, do you?" he persisted.

   "Honestly?  Yes.  I like the way they look, but I still like the romance
and kissing and stuff way better than that.  I like the way yours looks,"
she told him as she continued to examine his swollen cock.  "I like it a
lot," she whispered, almost inaudibly.

   "Can I see your boobs?" he asked.  "It's only fair, right?"

   Amber turned her back to him.  "Untie the string," she told him.

   Bobby nervously reached for the string that would untie the top of his
sister's bikini.  After catching a glimpse of them the previous evening, he
was dying to see them again.  He pulled the string.  Amber was holding the
top up now, but turned around.

   "Bobby.  I trust you," she told him, her eyes again glittering with
tears of emotion.  "I know that you will love me, even if my body is not
the nicest..."

   Bobby didn't trust himself to say anything.  He was choked with an
unfamiliar emotion that he could not understand.  He knew that his baby
sister was about to share something with him that would be a part of their
memories for the rest of their lives.  There would never be another man or
boy who would have the honor of being the first to see her young developing
breasts.  This was a gift from her, a precious gift that he would never
forget and that would cement his deep love for her.

   Amber held her bikini top to her chest with one hand.  She gazed into
her brother's eyes and saw the emotion that he felt for her.  She let the
tiny cloth drop.

   Bobby gazed at his sister's chest.  No, they weren't big, but they were
perfect.  They were shaped more perfectly than any sculptor or painter
could ever create.  Bobby believed in God, but if he hadn't, this perfect
evidence of the Creator would have convinced him.

   He gasped.  He wanted to say something, to tell her how this affected
him, not only visually, but emotionally.  "Oh, Amber," he finally managed.

   "What?" she asked, totally puzzled by his reaction.

   "You're so beautiful, but it's...I don't know how to put it into
words..."

   "Can you try?" she asked as she pulled the sheet up to cover herself.

   Bobby gently pulled the sheet back down.  "I know that you've never been
self-confident.  I know you must have been scared to death to do this...but
it just tells me how much you love and trust me.  I am so honored.  You are
so perfect in my eyes.  Please know that?"

   Suddenly they were kissing, deep passionate kisses interspersed with
gentle, loving kisses.  Bobby, completely naked, eased his little sister,
clad only in her bikini bottom, onto her back.

   He kissed her neck and the top of her chest, kissing closer and closer
to her right breast.  He gently placed his hand on it and touched the
nipple as lightly as he could.

   Amber gasped.  "Oh Bobby that feels so good," she told him.

   Bobby looked intently into her face as he lowered his face to her
breast. He breathed on her nipple, then kissed it gingerly.

   "Oh fuck!" she grunted.  "Sorry, I've never said that word out loud in
my life!" she laughed.

   "Was that a good 'oh fuck' or a bad 'oh fuck'?" he smiled.

   "Definitely good!  Think you could do that again?  Like all night?" she
smiled.

   Bobby kissed her nipple again, then again, then again, then took it
between his lips and gently mashed them together, as if biting it.  His
little sister was gasping and moaning in delight.  She told him over and
over how good it felt.  He soon moved to the other breast and gave it the
same treatment.

   "Bobby, oh Bobby, nothing has ever felt this good in my life!" she
exulted.

   Bobby could not get enough of her budding breasts.  The more he licked
and kissed and sucked them, the more driven he was to do more.  Her cries
of delight made him want to feast on her young tits for days.  He wondered
if this would be a one-time thing.  Would she ever allow him to do this
again?  Would there ever be another woman that made him feel like this?

   "Can I do that for you?" she whispered.

   He looked up at her, pausing the oral ministrations of her delectable
breasts.  "Guys' nipples don't have the same feeling..."

   "No, Bobby.  Not your nipples.  I want to do your BWC!" she giggled.

   "My what?" he smiled.

   "Your big white cock, of course!" she smiled.

   Bobby wasted no time.  He immediately crawled up and lay on the pillow,
allowing his little sister to crawl between his legs and grasp his
throbbing cock.

   She held it in her little hand and examined it closely, then she looked
up at her brother's face.  She could see that he was already liking what
she was doing, even though it was nothing but holding him in her hand. 
"You'll have to tell me what to do.  And if you're going to...you
know...tell me.  Okay?"

   "It won't take much.  I've been needing to cum since I saw you laying
out in your bikini," he told her.

   Amber smiled.  "You've got a way with words, Big Brother.  And I
emphasize BIG!" she told him as she tentatively touched her tongue to the
purple, swollen head of his cock.

   "Oh, Little Sister, I just can't hold it any longer.  Sit up," he told
her as he took his cock in his hand.

   Amber sat on the side of the bed watching as Bobby stroked his cock.  He
was looking in her face and she could see the passion on his face.

   "Oh Amber, I love you," he gasped as his cock erupted.  A massive wad of
his semen blasted out of his meatus and flew through the air, hitting the
wall behind his head.  This was followed by several more blasts, equal in
magnitude to the first, but each succeeding blast having just a bit less
initial velocity.  A gob landed on the pillow nest to his face.  Another
landed on his chest, followed by a couple onto his stomach and, as he
continued to pump, more of his thick emission flowed down the sides of his
cock-shaft and into his pubic hair.  He groaned, "Oh fuck, I've never cum
that much in my life!"

   Amber sat in shock.  Her mouth was open with surprise.  "Good heavens. I
never imagined..." she gasped.

   "I hate to ask this, but can you get me some Kleenex or some toilet
paper?  I'm usually prepared," he asked, sheepishly.

   Amber quickly walked to the bathroom and got a roll of toilet paper.  As
she padded back she suddenly realize that she had nothing on but her bikini
bottom.  She no longer cared.  She was completely comfortable.  He
obviously liked her body -- a lot.

   She took some of the toilet paper and handed him the roll.  She set
about wiping the wall, still amazed at the distance that her brother had
shot.  She had no idea that was possible.  She had seen cumshots in porn
videos, but nothing like this!  It was extremely arousing!  She imagined
her brother's seed being shot deep inside her body.  She thought that she
could very easily have an orgasm from just thinking about that.  She wiped
the wall and then wiped the three-inch diameter batch of her brother's cum
off the pillow.  Meanwhile, Bobby was wiping the cum from his chest,
stomach and pubic hair.

   He lay back.  "That was kind of embarrassing," he told her.

   She sat down on the side of the bed.  "I thought it was amazing!" she
told him.  "I'm really learning a lot today!"

   "I thought about letting you do it for me, but I didn't want it to get
all over you," he told her.

   "Maybe I will do it for you some other time?  Would you let me?" she
asked, gazing into his eyes.

   "That's funny, Amber.  That's like asking me if I'll let you pay for my
college," he laughed.  "Hey, it's your turn."

   "My turn for what?" she smiled.

   "To have a...an...orgasm?"

   Amber laughed.  "I already had 3!"

   "What, when?"

   "When you were sucking and licking and kissing and all that other
wonderful stuff to my boobies..." she giggled.

   "You didn't tell me.  I wanted to know!" he smiled.

   "I'm just shy.  I just had a hard time letting loose that way.  I mean,
I had 'em.  Wow, they were good, but I didn't want to interrupt all that
good stuff you were doing!  Oh it was so good!!" she exulted.

   "Lay down, Baby Sister," he commanded her.

   "What?  Bobby?  What are you gonna do?  We can't have sex!" she
protested.

   "Trust me.  Just lay down," he told her as he sat up.  "I've got to pee.
I will be right back." He took the wads of toilet paper and the roll back
to the bathroom as he went.

   When he came back, Amber was laying on the bed in anticipation.  It was
beginning to get dark outside, so he turned a bedside lamp on.  His sister,
still dressed only in her bikini bottom, looked so delicious to him.

   He got on his knees at the foot of the bed and leaned over to kiss his
sister's stomach.  She gasped and lay her hand on his head.  "Suck them
again?" she breathed.  "Please?"

   Bobby placed both hands on her breasts as he gazed into her adoring
face. "Amber I love you," he whispered as he bent to, once again, kiss and
lick and suck his little sister's perfect little breasts.

   "Oh Bobby, how can anything feel this good?  Ohhhh it feels sooo good,
Baby!"

   It wasn't lost on him that his sister had called him "Baby" and he quite
liked it.  He continued to lave her rock-hard nipples as his right hand
made its way into, as yet unexplored territory, between his sister's legs.

   As he lay his hand gently between her legs, on top of her bikini bottom,
she moaned.  "Oh Bobby!" she gasped.

   Much to her consternation, Bobby left her breasts and kissed down her
stomach until he got to the elastic of her bikini.  She thought of
protesting, but she knew she couldn't.  She would let him do whatever he
wanted, short of sex.  Anything else he wanted, she would give it to him.

   He dug his fingers inside the elastic of her bikini bottom and tugged
down, just a half an inch.  He kissed and licked along this newly-exposed
line of flesh while keeping his eyes on his sister's face.  She was looking
down at him, her legs spread.  She trusted him completely.  He pulled the
bikini bottom down another inch and, once again, licked and kissed the
freshly exposed flesh of his little sister's lower abdomen.

   "Oh Bobby, that feels so good, Baby," she moaned.

   He knew that she would offer no resistance, whatsoever, when he peeled
her bikini bottom down her legs and off.  She was past resisting.  She
wanted it.  He wasn't going to try to fuck her, but he knew he could.  She
was hot and ready and, even though she might show a slight reluctance
should he take that tack, he could have her.  He could sink his throbbing
shaft inside his baby sister, taking her virginity, and then gently make
love to her.  He wouldn't do that.  He loved her too much to ever to take
advantage of her, but it gave him a great inner satisfaction to know that
she could be his.  And he wanted her -- he had never wanted anything so
much in his life.  Making love to his little sister would be the highlight
of his young life and would probably be the most emotional love-making of
his life, no matter how long he lived or how many women he bedded.

   He tugged again at her bikini and, this time, her neatly trimmed, red
pubic hair came into view.  He kissed her there, making his sister squirm
with delight.  He drew his tongue wetly along the area that was just
immediately above the bikini bottom.

   He gazed in her pretty face, thinking how cute she was in those little
pigtails.  He wanted to fuck her so badly!  He ached to impale her and make
her squirm all night long on his eager length of brotherly prick.  He
stood, grabbed her feet and pulled her to the end of the bed.  Her bottom
was on the very end of the bed.  He grasped the tie of her bikini and
pulled.  He grasped the flimsy garment and pulled it off of his sister,
exposing her gleaming, wet pussy.

   "Amber, you are the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen," he croaked.  He
knew, academically, that he had seen some very hot naked girls.  Maybe they
were prettier, sexier, more well-built than Amber, but right now his mind
was consumed with this young woman, his 18-year-old baby sister.  Nobody
else existed for him anymore.  He wondered if he would ever be the same. 
He had never felt these emotions for anyone before.  Would he ever again?
Would the strong feeling that he now recognized as "being in love" ever
abate?  He couldn't, at that moment, imagine it.

   Amber spread her legs, wantonly displaying her most precious young
charms to his lustful gaze.  She was no longer worried that he might not
like what he saw.  She knew he would.  She knew what he was feeling and she
was feeling the same way.  She was presenting herself to him, brazenly
revealing her most intimate parts to her brother.  She wanted him to make
love to her.  She wanted him to be her first.  She knew that was not going
to happen, but that didn't diminish her desire for him.

   Bobby kneeled in the floor.  He gently touched her sopping wet opening
with his index finger, causing her to reflexively move her hips and gasp.
"Bobby?" she gasped.

   He dragged his finger inside her wet opening and up her slit, stopping
short of her clitoris.  He didn't have a ton of experience giving oral sex,
but one girl he had dated for a while had given him some very valuable
instruction.  His little sister was going to be the beneficiary of that
instruction.  Now he took two fingers and did the same thing as Amber
moaned and gasped with passion, her hips moving of their own volition. 
They were moving up and down and in a circular motion, as if she were
fucking.  He marveled at how instinctual sex was.

   Then he gently, very gently, lay those same two fingers on her clit.

   "Fuck!  Oh fuck!" she gasped as her hips bucked up off the bed as if she
had been given an electrical shock.

   Bobby smiled, almost laughing out loud.  His little sister was panting
like a dog, her little chest heaving.  He could see her delectable little
boobs quivering.  He made a mental note to suck them again later.  "You
like that, do you?" he teased.

   "Grrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnggggggggggh!" she moaned.  She probably said words,
but he couldn't understand them.

   He reached under Amber's bottom and grasped both of her sweet little
butt-cheeks in his hands.  He noted how firm they were.  Holding her
cheeks, he leaned forward and kissed her clit, then quickly swiped it once
with his tongue.

   "OHHHHHH Fuck!" she cried.  "What are you doing to meeeee?"

   Bobby chuckled.  "I've just gotten started, Baby Sister," he laughed.

   He leaned forward, opening his mouth around her clit, then closed it and
gently suckled.  Fuck, she tasted so good!

   "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Fuck!  Bobby!  Oh Baby that is so goooood!" she
yelled as she began tweaking her nipples.

   Bobby disengaged.  "Tell me when you cum.  I want to know.  Okay?"

   Amber looked down at him, still tweaking her nipples.  She gasped and
swallowed and nodded.

   Bobby swiped her clit with his tongue, causing her to emit yelps of
pleasure and encouragement.  He rapidly flicked his tongue on her clit,
then sucked gently again, then stuck his tongue inside her little virginal
opening as far as he could get it.  He was thirsty for his little sister's
delicious juices.  Her aroma incensed him even more.  This girl was
delicious beyond anything he had ever experienced.  Everything about her
was perfect, to him.  All of his senses simultaneously experienced his
delectable little Amber.  Yes, she was his.  And he was hers.  That much
was clear now.  He wanted to belong to her and to experience the wonder of
her every single day.  He wanted to devote his life to her and give her
everything she could possibly ever want -- most of all he wanted to give
her his babies.  The thought of impregnating his precious sister was almost
more than he could bear.  His cock was throbbing with need and he felt as
if he might melt down emotionally.  He was insane for her!

   "Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby...I am gonna...I'm cumming, Bobby!!" she
groaned as she thrust herself repeatedly at his mouth, trying to capture
his wonderful oral digit that was giving her so much intense pleasure.  "Oh
BABY it's so fucking goooood!" she whined.

   Her body was thrashing so violently that Bobby pulled his head back, but
continued to massage her clit and cuntal gash with his fingers.  Suddenly a
long stream of clear liquid gushed from her pussy and hit him in the face,
followed by several more gushes.  What the fuck?  Was his little sister a
squirter?

   Amber sat straight up and grabbed for his head, insanely trying to pull
him back between her legs.  "I'm still cumming!  Don't stop!" she cried.

   Bobby swallowed and licked as much of her juices as he possibly could,
riding out her orgasm by licking at her clit and cuntal crease.  She
finally lay back and spread her legs and turned away from him.  He was
relieved.  His jaws hurt.  His face was covered in whatever juices she had
ejaculated.  It was on the sheets and there was a wet spot on the floor. 
He grabbed his discarded shorts and wiped his face off.

   He crawled in bed with her and gazed into her face.  He lay on his left
side and she turned on her right side to face him.  The siblings were
totally naked and absolutely unashamed.  She lay her hand on his cheek.  He
could see how much she adored him.

   "Did you, um, did you...squirt?" he asked, incredulously.

   She giggled.  "Yeah, I do that sometimes.  It's a certain way you
touched me...my clitoris.  At least that's what I think.  Was that a turn
off?  It's not pee!"

   "No.  I wasn't expecting it, but it's a turn-on; not a turn-off!" he
grinned.  "You about drowned me with it!  What kind of headlines would that
be?  YOUNG MAN DROWNS IN SISTER'S EJACULATE!"

   Amber laughed so hard that she doubled up, gasping for breath.  "That's
the funniest..." she broke down again.  She couldn't remember laughing this
hard in years.  Even after she got control of herself, his words would pop
in her head and she would start laughing again.

   After talking a few minutes and sharing a few sweet kisses, Bobby
suggested that they take a shower and get something to eat.

   While Bobby showered, Amber ordered a pizza for delivery.  She had
thought about joining him in the shower, but thought that she could save
that for another time -- and she knew there would be another time; many of
them for years to come.  This wasn't something that was going to end just
because Billy and their mother came home.  Of that there was no doubt.

   While Amber was showering, the pizza was delivered.  Billy poured them
both a tall tumbler of Dr.  Pepper and got some plates out.  He wore only
boxer briefs and his cock was almost fully erect again.  He knew there
would be more intimacy with his beloved sister later that evening.  He
would sleep in the same bed together and hold each other all night.

   Presently Amber came downstairs.  She wore only an old, very tight, cut
off tee shirt and a tiny pair of thong panties.  She was practically naked.
Her brother was practically naked.  Both siblings knew that they would be
completely naked with each other for the entire night.  They would explore
and pleasure each other's bodies.  They wouldn't go all the way.  Not yet.
But they both knew that day was coming.


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