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 Title: Anger Mismanagement


Summary: His sister's vile temper must be controlled.


Keywords: inc,fic





   Kelly was in trouble yet again.  Her boyfriend had called her at work
and started an argument over the phone.

   "What the fuck, Kelly?" he had started the conversation.

   Kelly knew she had a bad temper.  She should have hung up the phone, or
said they would talk later; anything besides having it out over the phone
in front of a dozen customers.  The problem with having such a volatile
temper is that, of course, she didn't make the rational decision.

   "What is your problem, Dave?" she had immediately responded.

   "You promised you were going to clean up the apartment over the
weekend," he said.  His voice was loud enough that it could be heard over
the phone by an uncomfortable-looking older couple waiting at the counter
in front of Kelly.  "Instead, I get back from my folks' house and the place
looks like a fucking bomb went off in here.  What were you doing all
weekend?"

   "I was working," she defended herself.  "I sent you a text.  I had to
pull an extra shift because Brianna was out sick."

   Kelly was just barely restraining her temper.  She had worked hard all
weekend and had not gotten much sleep as a result.  Perhaps she would have
done at least a little cleaning at the apartment if Dave hadn't been such a
jerk about it.  As it was, she was tired and still had three hours to go
before she would get off work.

   "Yeah, right," he said.  Kelly could picture Dave's sneer that went
along with that comment.  "Kelly, you haven't cleaned a damned thing around
this place in months.  I'm fed up with having to clean up after your ass
just so I'm not embarrassed to have friends over."

   Kelly knew she was about to lose it.

   "Dave," she hissed through gritted teeth, "I am at work.  I will talk to
you when I get home."

   "Well, I have to get ready for my job," Dave went on, "and I expect you
to have this pig sty cleaned up by the time I get back tonight!  Oh, and I
threw out that pile of crap you had sitting by the front door."

   That 'pile of crap' had mostly consisted of Kelly's laundry.  She had
left it there because it needed to be washed, but it included half of her
work clothes.  It would be expensive to replace so much of her wardrobe,
and it was a total dick move to throw away her stuff.

   "You mother fucker!" she yelled into the phone.

   In front of her, everyone in the entire store turned to stare at her. 
The elderly couple involuntarily took a step back from the counter.  Kelly
felt a tap on her shoulder and whirled to snarl at...her manager.

   Shit, she thought, This is the last thing I need right now.

   She was fired, of course.  Kelly had been warned about this sort of
behavior twice before, but it hadn't been this bad either time.  She was
still in a towering rage as she pulled up in front of the apartment.  Dave
was dressed for work when she charged in the front door.

   "You fucking asshole!" she yelled, "You just got me fired from my
fucking job!"

   "Good," he spat back at her, "Maybe now you'll have the time to clean
up--"

   It was the wrong thing to say.

   Kelly was not a terribly tall or strong woman, but Dave was really
short. She leapt at him and began punching and kicking wildly.  She had no
self control left whatsoever.  She might have killed him if one of the
neighbors hadn't called 911.  There happened to be a police cruiser nearby,
and the police pulled her off of her unconscious and bleeding boyfriend
minutes after the assault began.

   Kelly was arrested.  She called her parents from jail.  It was the
second time she had been arrested for losing her temper like that.  Last
time, though, she had merely vandalized an ex-boyfriend's car.  She was
potentially facing felony assault charges this time.  Her father was
unsympathetic when she explained what had happened.

   "Look, Kelly," he said, "We have talked about this.  There is no way we
are bailing you out this time.  You need to get your act together.  For
Christ's sake, Kelly, you aren't a kid anymore!  You're twenty-six years
old.  When you get out of jail, if you need a place to stay, you can stay
with us.  But there won't be any more of this behavior, you got it?"

   Kelly was stunned.  She couldn't believe they wouldn't even post bail
for her.  She slammed the phone down on the receiver and muttered, "Thanks
for nothing, Dad."

   She spent the night in jail, and was surprised the next morning when she
was told she had made bail.

   She got dressed in the clothes she had worn to work the previous day; it
was a professional-looking blouse with a long skirt.  She had wrecked her
nylons in the process of kicking Dave's ass, so she tossed them into the
trash.  When she finished signing for her purse and keys, she turned and
stopped in shock.  Her younger brother, Greg, had been the one to post her
bail.

   He stood there with his arms crossed, looking at her.  He looked bigger
than she remembered, broader across the shoulders and chest, and he looked
taller, somehow.  His expression was carefully neutral.  They had not seen
each other in two years, ever since that incident at their parents' house.
He finally spoke, in a soft tone.

   "Mom called me," he said, "I came as soon as I could.  Are you okay?"

   She nodded.  "Yeah."

   "Okay," he said, "I brought my van.  Let's go get your stuff."

   They drove to her apartment without talking.  Kelly kept looking over at
her younger brother, expecting him to say something.  He never did.

   It took just over an hour to get Kelly's belongings packed into the van.
They strapped her mattress and box spring to the top of the van with bungee
cords.  She got in her car and followed him to his apartment.  Unlike the
place she had shared with Dave, her brother's apartment was completely
clean and tidy.  Aside from her bed, Kelly had very little furniture.

   Greg finally broke his silence as they moved her bed into his spare
bedroom.

   "I moved my office furniture out of this room so you could have it," he
said.  "Mom knows you'll be staying with me, but Dad doesn't."

   "Oh," she said, taking a moment to let that sink in.

   Greg looked her over.

   "Do you want to change clothes before we move the rest of your stuff?"
he asked.

   She shrugged.

   "It's not all that uncomfortable," she said, "and I'll need to wash this
and shower afterwards anyway."

   Their eyes locked briefly at the word 'shower.' Neither of them could
help but recall the event that had made them so uncomfortable two years
earlier.

   * * *

   Kelly had come home slightly drunk, after partying with her friends at a
club.  She desperately needed to pee, so she had gone into the bathroom
they shared even though she could hear the shower running.  Greg had no
idea his sister had entered the bathroom at all.  He had been sporting a
solid erection all evening after a first date with a new girlfriend.  Greg
had soaped up his cock, but elected to wait until after his shower to
relieve his sexual tension.  He rinsed and stepped out of the shower--and
froze with his wet, throbbing erection right in his sister's face.

   Kelly heard the water stop, but was still surprised at how quickly her
brother had stepped out in front of her.  She usually dried herself inside
the shower, and expected he would do the same.  Instead, she found a really
nice-looking dick waving right in front of her.  Her eyes locked on that
bouncing cock head, and in her inebriated condition she completely lost
track of the fact that it was her brother's.

   It looked really tasty.  Her mouth opened, and Greg gasped when she
slurped in his bloated dick and began to suck on it.  It was one of those
brief moments that felt like it was much longer that it was.  He managed to
get control of his body first and pulled away from her.

   "What are you doing?" he cried out.

   "I..." she trailed off, unable to form a coherent sentence.

   Greg grabbed a towel and retreated to his bedroom.  They had avoided
each other for the next three days.  After that, he had moved out and
gotten his own place.  The closest they had come to talking about it was
when Kelly had called and left an apologetic voicemail.

   "I'm sorry, Greg," she had said, "I don't know why that happened." There
was a long silence.  She had thought of a dozen more things to say, but
rejected all of them.  Finally, she had just hung up.

   Somehow, they had managed to avoid each other completely, even though
they lived in the same city and lived only five miles apart.

   * * *

   They were both thinking about this as they continued moving Kelly's
belongings into her brother's apartment.  When they were done, they stood
and looked at each other awkwardly.  Finally, Kelly shook her head, pursed
her lips, and decided they needed to resolve this thing.

   "Greg," she said, "I'm really sorry I got drunk and sucked your dick. 
Can you forgive me so we can just move on?"

   "Wait, what?" he said.  He looked genuinely confused.  "Why would you
think it was your fault that happened?"

   Kelly could only blink at that.  She cocked her head, still looking up
at her brother as her eyebrows knitted.  She was thinking hard about the
incident again.  Embarrassingly, she was still a little aroused at the
recollection.

   "But you said 'What are you doing?' when I took you in my mouth," she
said.

   "I was talking to myself," he said after a brief pause, "I got out of
the shower, and I was all turned on after that date with Jennifer.  You
were just sitting there, and you were staring at my dick.  You opened your
mouth a little, and I couldn't help it.  I slid it into your mouth.  It
took me a minute to get control of myself.  I felt terrible for doing that
to you.  That's why I moved out.  I thought you knew that."

   "No," she whispered, shaking her head, "That's not how I remember it at
all."

   Greg was thinking about her apologetic voicemail, but now it dawned on
him that he had misinterpreted it.  He had felt shamed that she had called
him.  He couldn't bring himself to return that call.  Now he felt foolish.
He really should have manned up and called his sister two years ago.

   "Damn," he finally breathed, "I am sorry, Kelly.  I should have called
you back right away."

   His eyes searched hers.  They both had the same haunted, guilty look. 
Finally he smiled.

   "I love you, you know," he said, "It has been killing me, living with
this guilt for the last two years.  Should we just act like that never
happened and move on?"

   "Works for me," Kelly grinned.  She stepped up and hugged her brother.
It felt so liberating to feel him hug her back.

   * * *

   Before that incident at their parents' house, Kelly and Greg had gotten
along really well, at least since high school.  They both had vile tempers
as young children and got into vicious fights when they were very small,
but they had moved past that by the time Greg got into high school.

   Greg had gotten into a few fights with slightly older and bigger kids
when he was ten and eleven, and he had been beaten soundly.  He had asked
to take karate classes, and his parents had allowed it.  In truth, he had
been seething and hoped to learn to fight better, so that he could avenge
himself.  Instead, he found the discipline and meditation that accompanied
the physical training were the exact counterpoint he needed in his life. 
For the first time, he was able to genuinely control his temper most of the
time.

   Greg stuck with the martial arts training for seven years.  His dojo did
not encourage the sort of competition that others did, so he never entered
tournaments or anything like that.  The classmates with whom he sparred
became the closest of his friends.  They had nothing but mutual respect and
constantly strove to make each other better.  Only once after that did Greg
ever get into a fight, and it was only because he stepped forward to stop a
bully in the ninth grade.  The older boy had instigated the fight, but Greg
quickly subdued him.  No adults were around at the time, so they didn't get
in trouble.

   Because he had gained so much discipline and self control, Greg was
always a calming influence on his sister.  Unlike him, Kelly was always on
the hairy edge of losing her temper.  She got into lots of screaming
matches with other young women, guys, and even with her best friends.  Greg
was always there to step in and help her sort out the problem.  He salvaged
her friendships a dozen times.

   After the incident in the bathroom, Kelly had rapidly spiraled out of
control without her brother around.  She had alienated her best friends,
and had ruined her best chances at romance with her vile temper.  She had
wound up with Dave after several ugly breakups with guys who were really
better suited to her.  Dave was the sort of guy who never tired of
manipulating her and relished making her furious.  It fueled his perverse
sex drive when he made her lose her temper, but then she would apologize
and let him do whatever he wanted to her in the bedroom.

   To be fair, she got off on it as well.  When he would spank her, or give
her a brutal face-fucking or just pound her pussy or ass until he got off,
she often had sensational orgasms.  It just wasn't healthy.  Her temper had
only gotten worse.  Now she was out of work, and she had to face criminal
charges.

   * * *

   They lived in a large suburban sprawl, rather than in a major city. 
Kelly's court date was scheduled for a week after her brother had bailed
her out.  She spent most of her days hanging out with their mother at their
childhood home.  Even though she and Greg had said they would forget about
the incident and move on, neither of them could really do it.  They didn't
completely avoid each other, and she slept at the apartment most nights,
but they never really talked.

   There was an unpleasant confrontation between Kelly and her father two
days before her court date.  A friend of the family was a respected lawyer,
and Kelly's mom had talked to him about taking her case.  Unfortunately,
the lawyer had called her dad, and he had reacted badly to them 'dragging
John into this' as he put it.  It devolved into another screaming match
between Kelly and her father, before she stormed out of the house and drove
away.  She would not return to the house again.

   After Dave was released from the hospital, Greg dropped in to visit him.
For his part, Dave had never expected that Kelly would actually physically
harm him like that.  Prior to the beating he had sustained, she had limited
her violence to breaking things around the apartment--usually her own
things.  Dave agreed not to press criminal charges.  He was relieved to be
alive and healthy, and wanted to move on with his life.  Greg had been so
reasonable and sympathetic that Dave was only too happy to sign the legal
paperwork to drop the assault charges.

   As a result, the charges against Kelly were reduced to misdemeanor
assault.  She still faced a year of house arrest and mandatory anger
management counseling.  She might have had a shorter sentence if only she
had been able to contain her temper in the courtroom...Greg was only able
to watch helplessly from the row behind her as she snapped at the judge and
her own lawyer.  He had stepped up and calmly addressed the judge,
promising to do everything he could to help his sister get better.

   Back at their apartment after the courtroom debacle, Kelly glared at her
shiny new ankle bracelet.  If she strayed more than fifty meters from the
apartment, she would be in violation of her house arrest and could face
prison time.

   "I feel like a damned dog with a shock collar," she grumbled.

   Greg shook his head and looked at his sister.  She had pushed the limits
of his patience with her behavior.  He really needed to sit in Zen
meditation just to calm his nerves.  Unfortunately, he didn't have time. 
He had to leave for work.  He pulled his sister to her feet and hugged her
tightly.  At first, she resisted.  She was still furious with Dave and
blamed him for her current situation, and she was pissed off with her
useless lawyer and that asshole judge.

   She snapped out of it when she felt her brother's half-hard cock pressed
against her through their clothes.  Her eyes widened at that unexpected
sensation, and Greg was embarrassed when he realized what had happened. 
His sister smelled good, and holding her was turning him on.  He released
her quickly and stepped back.

   "Sorry," he mumbled, "I have to go to work."

   He stopped in the doorway and turned back to her.

   "Take a look in the fridge and cabinets," he said, "I'll stop at the
grocery store on my way home and get anything you want to eat that I don't
have."

   "Okay," she said.

   Kelly was lost in thought, but that gave her something to do.  She made
her way to the kitchen and fixed a late lunch while taking stock of the
food her brother had in the apartment.  She was impressed, actually.  He
had a much wider assortment of food than she and Dave had kept in their
place.  She jotted down a few of her favorites that he did not have, but it
was a short list.

   It struck her, as she chewed on a bite of her sandwich, that he had said
'on my way home' when he left.  This was her home now--at least for the
next year.  She now lived with her little brother, and she was completely
dependent on him to provide for her.  She was still angry at her whole
situation, but she guiltily admitted that she would be much worse off if
not for Greg.  Hell, she would probably still be in jail if he hadn't
stepped in.

   I owe him big time, she thought.  What can I possibly do to make it up
to him?

   She didn't really have any money to speak of.  Greg hadn't mentioned
anything about her paying for anything.  It occurred to her that he may
have acted out of guilt.  He blamed himself for the incident in their
parents' house.  That just made her feel lousy, since she blamed herself
for it.  Once again, she was aroused as that scene ran through her mind.

   She could see her little brother, now a muscular man, stepping out of
the shower.  His body glistened wetly, and his fat cock was hard and
throbbing in front of him.  Her mouth watered as she recalled how tasty it
had looked.  It had been tasty, when it slid into her mouth.  Kelly had
always enjoyed having her mouth filled with a hard dick.  She felt a little
guilty that she was thinking about her brother's...until she realized that
it would be the only one she would have near her for the next year.

   That was a sobering thought.

   She was a little shaky as she rose from the table and cleaned her
dishes. Just trying to keep her mind from thoughts of her brother, she
decided to shower and change clothes.  As she stripped in the bathroom, she
realized that her pussy was soaked.

   She looked at her reflection in the mirror.  She was a good-looking
woman, and she could say that objectively.  Her breasts were full and firm,
capped by thick nipples that loved to be sucked.  Her strawberry blonde
hair framed an attractive face.  She had a scattering of freckles on her
face and shoulders, and her body was...

   She realized she was wondering if her brother found her attractive.

   Fuck, she thought as she shook her head.  I guess I need a cold shower.
I can't think about my brother like that.

   The cold shower did not have the desired effect.  She was still horny
and thinking about her brother when she was clean and dry, dressed in
loose-fitting boy shorts and a t-shirt.  She decided to have a stiff drink
to calm her nerves.

   Kelly was surprised and a bit dismayed to find that her brother had no
alcohol whatsoever in his apartment.  She chewed her lip at that.  If he
didn't drink at all, how could she ask him to buy alcohol for her?  That
could not go over well.  The last thing she needed to do in her situation
was to antagonize the one person who was still on her side.  She grabbed a
soda and sat on the couch, turning on the television to distract her
thoughts.

   Her phone rang an hour later.  It was her mother.

   "Hi Mom," Kelly answered it.

   "Kelly, are you okay?" her mother asked softly, "Do you need me to come
and get you?"

   Kelly bit back an annoyed laugh.  "Actually, Mom, you can't come and get
me.  I'm under house arrest here at Greg's place for the next year.  I have
one of those electronic ankle bracelets that will go off if I walk more
than fifty meters from the front door."

   "A whole year?" her mother gasped in surprise, "Greg said your boyfriend
dropped the charges.  I thought you would get off with a suspended
sentence."

   "Maybe I would have, if I just could have kept my mouth shut," Kelly
responded bitterly.

   "Oh, Kelly," her mom said.

   "Thank god Greg was there," Kelly went on.  "I was only making things
worse until he stepped up and saved the day.  At first, I was mad at him
for interfering, you know?  But then I calmed down enough to realize that I
just needed to shut up until we got out of there."

   "I should have been there for you," her mother said.  "Your father..."
she trailed off and sighed, "I should have just ignored him and gone
anyway."

   "It's okay, Mom, I don't blame you at all.  If you had insisted on being
there, you know he would have come along with you," she could picture her
father's antagonistic presence.  "That would have just made it worse."

   Deborah, Kelly and Greg's mother, was the sort of person who always
blamed herself when her daughter struggled.  She was an insecure person who
had always struggled to be the best parent and mother that she could, but
never felt she had done a good enough job of it.

   "Maybe," she said after a thoughtful pause, "I still feel bad that I
wasn't there for you, though."

   "Do you feel like coming over?" Kelly asked, "I could really use a drink
with my mom, and Greg apparently doesn't drink at all."

   "That would be nice," Deborah responded, "I'm out anyway.  I'll grab
something for us to drink and I'll be right over."

   That turned out to be a slight miscalculation.  Kelly's mom arrived with
two bags full of booze bottles, and the two of them got ripped over the
next two hours.  When her phone rang, Deborah realized with a start how
long she had been there.  It was her husband on the phone, wondering where
she had been.

   "I went out for drinks with friends," she said into her phone.  Her
voice was a bit slurred.  She listened and looked annoyed at the lecture
she received.  "Okay, honey," she finally said, "I'll catch a cab home. 
See you soon."

   She called for a cab, and then looked apologetic as she dug through her
purse and handed Kelly a wad of cash.

   "I know it's not much, sweetie," she said, "I'll try to bring you more
money if you need it for your bills here."

   "I need to talk to Greg about that," Kelly replied, "I have no idea what
my share of the bills will be.  He never mentioned it."

   They hugged and then they made their way out to the car.  Deborah
collected a few things from her car and made sure it was locked.  They
talked for a few minutes until the cab pulled up.  Kelly had a nice buzz
going from the alcohol, and continued to sip mixed drinks until her brother
called hours later.

   "Hey, Kelly," he said, "do you have a shopping list for me?"

   "A little bit of one," she said, swaying into the kitchen to read it to
him.

   "Have you been drinking?" Greg asked after a slight pause.

   "Just a bit," she answered, "Mom came over and we had a few this
afternoon."

   Greg was careful not to say anything, but he was not happy about this
development.

   "Is Mom still there?" he asked.

   "No, she took a cab home a couple of hours ago.  She'll be back to get
her car tomorrow."

   That was a bit of a relief.  Greg wasn't sure he could deal with two
drunk women.  He was tired after that mess in court and a long day at work.

   "Okay," he said, "I'll grab these groceries and some takeout and I'll be
home in a half hour."

   Greg was not averse to having a drink or two, but he was careful not to
drink alone.  That was the reason he kept no booze at his place.  It made
him uneasy to think that his sister might spend her days drinking while he
was at work.  Who knew what kind of trouble she could get into if she got
drunk and wandered off?

   He felt a slight pang of guilt as he drove past his gym on the way to
the supermarket.  Normally he would have stopped for a vigorous workout on
his way home.  It wouldn't be fair to his sister to leave her home alone,
and yet he hated to lose the progress he had made with his workouts.  He
really needed to sit down and talk with Kelly, to work out their living
arrangement.  If she was too drunk to have that conversation...

   He shook his head in frustration as he pulled into the parking lot of
the grocery store.  He stopped at the Chinese restaurant next to the
grocery store and placed his order.  It took less time to get his sister's
groceries than it did for his order to be prepared, so he sat and meditated
while he waited for them to finish cooking their food.  That helped a bit.

   When he got home, he sat in the van and meditated for another five
minutes, calmly breathing and counting each breath.  He felt much more in
control as he grabbed the bags and made his way to the apartment.

   Greg was relieved when his sister gave him a big hug and helped him put
away the groceries he had bought for her.  She seemed happy for
once--perhaps the first time he had seen her happy since he had picked her
up from the police station a week earlier.

   She was obviously tipsy, but wasn't sloppy drunk.  She was not stumbling
around when she walked, and she only slurred her speech occasionally.  She
was delighted with the Chinese take-out dinner he had brought for her.

   "General Tso's!" she exclaimed, giving him a wet smooch on his cheek,
"You remembered my favorite!  You know, Greg, I haven't had this in over a
year."

   They sat in the living room and ate in front of the television.  They
had both been really hungry, and dug into their food without much
conversation.  Kelly stood after she had finished her glass.

   "I'm going to get another soda," she said, "Can I mix you a drink?"

   That actually sounded good, after the day he'd had.

   "Sure," he said.

   Greg found his eyes following his sister's swaying bottom as she made
her way to the kitchen.  He wasn't consciously aware of it as he stared at
her shapely ass.  When she walked around the counter, he thought that he
really should see what sort of alcohol his mother had brought over.  He got
up and walked into the kitchen.

   There were six bottles of alcohol there, which he had barely noticed
earlier when they put away the groceries.  There were the obvious vodka,
rum, and whiskey, plus grenadine, kahlua, and peach schnapps.  All of the
bottles were still mostly full, and the whiskey and kahlua were unopened.

   "Rum and coke okay, or would you like something else?" Kelly asked him.
She had shouted it before she turned and saw him standing three feet away.

   "That sounds fine," Greg said with a smile.

   Kelly had to suppress a shiver when he smiled at her like that.  Her
brother was one sexy man.  She put ice in their glasses and added rum to
his, and then poured coke into both to top them off.  She followed him to
the living room, but she was completely aware of it as she stared at his
muscular buttocks.

   She had stopped adding alcohol to her drinks when Greg had called
earlier.  She had been putting very little booze into her drinks after her
mother had left, so she was sobering rapidly.  Her hope had been that she
would be sober enough to have a serious conversation with her brother when
he got home.  She had to remind herself of that, instead of imagining
grabbing her brother's muscular ass and urging him to fuck her harder...

   She sat down and relished another spicy bite of her dinner.

   "Thank you for this," she murmured after she swallowed it.

   Greg looked over at her and smiled around a bite of his own sesame
chicken.

   "I'm glad you like it," he said.

   Their eyes locked.  There was definite electricity there, in that look.
Greg broke it off first, and he took a long sip of his drink to calm
himself.  That was working, at least.  He could feel the tension draining
away and the muscles in his neck, shoulders, and upper back relaxing.  He
had been really tense on the drive home.

   After they stuffed themselves, Kelly took the leftovers and put them
away in the refrigerator.  Greg had followed, but was caught like a deer in
headlights when his sister bent over with her head in the fridge.  Her ass
looked so damned sexy, and he couldn't tear his gaze from that sight until
she stood up and caught him looking.  He had a guilty look on his face as
he turned back to the sink and resumed rinsing their silverware and the
small bowl they had used.

   Kelly was turned on.  She was not the least offended that her brother
had been staring at her ass.  It came as a relief, actually.  She found him
undeniably sexy, and was pleased that he found her attractive.  She took
the two steps to stand behind him and wrapped her arms around his
midsection in a soft hug.  Her nipples hardened against his muscular back,
and she sighed contentedly.

   Greg smiled when he heard that sigh.  He turned off the water and put
the clean dishes into the rack next to the sink to dry.

   "We really need to talk, you know," Kelly said into his back.

   "Heh," he chuckled, "I was worried you would be too drunk for that, when
I heard you over the phone earlier." She released him as he turned to face
her.  "We do need to talk."

   They walked back to the living room, where Greg turned off the
television.  They took their drinks to the dining room table and sat next
to each other.  Kelly grabbed her purse and pulled out the wad of cash
their mother had given her, along with the money she had.  She spread it
out and counted it up quickly.

   "There's a hundred and sixty-three dollars here," she said
apologetically, "Mom said she will bring more.  I told her I didn't know
what my share of the bills would be."

   "You should just...hold onto that," Greg said.  He chewed his lip
thoughtfully as he considered what to say.  "Look, Kelly, I don't want to
offend you, but I don't need you to pay anything for the bills.  I keep
this place neat, but I had to do a lot of work on it.  Most of the
apartments here are really run-down, so the rent is super cheap."

   He stood up then and walked over to a small end table on the wall near
the front door.  He pulled open the drawer.  "I keep a bunch of quarters in
here for laundry," he said, "The laundromat is close enough that you can do
your laundry--it won't set off your ankle bracelet.  Just let me know when
we get low on quarters."

   Kelly nodded at him, but she was distracted by the bulge in the front of
his slacks.  Greg walked back to the table, and she felt a shot of arousal
as that bulge swayed enticingly.  He was organizing their financial
situation in his head, figuring out what to say next, and so did not notice
her attention.

   "Let's see," he said, "Water and sewage and garbage disposal are all
included in the rent here.  Oh, cable is included as well.  I pay for
electricity, internet, and I pay for a land line phone.  That phone is in
my bedroom, but we can hook another one up wherever you'd like or move that
one."

   "It's fine," she said, "I'm sure I will only use my cell phone unless
there's some crazy-ass emergency."

   Greg nodded.  "Normally, I like to cook," he said, "especially dinner. I
was just too tired to do it today, so I grabbed takeout."

   "I didn't mind," Kelly grinned, "It was delicious."

   Greg returned her grin.  It was infectious.  "I was just thinking about
our budget," he said, "I spend maybe two hundred bucks a month on food.  I
was cooking for two anyway, until Tonya and I broke up two months ago."

   This was news to Kelly.  She had intended to ask if he was dating, and
she had seen nothing around the apartment the past few days to indicate
that there was a woman in his life.  She didn't know who Tonya was, but it
didn't seem as important to her as the fact that her brother was single.

   "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

   "Not really," he answered.  "It wasn't an ugly breakup or anything.  I
met her at work, and we dated for three months.  She had her own place and
wasn't interested in moving in with me.  She got a better job offer in
another state and moved." He shrugged.  "It was a pretty casual
relationship for both of us."

   Kelly suspected that he was more upset about that breakup than he was
letting on.  Something about his body language--subtle though it was--let
her know that he had been more emotionally invested in that relationship
than Tonya had been.

   "Okay," she said, letting that topic drop, "Is there anything I can do
to earn my keep around here?"

   Greg couldn't help it; he pictured his sexy sister sucking his cock, and
then imagined her bending over while he fucked her from behind.  He avoided
eye contact while he tried to think of something--anything--else.  Sitting
right next to him, though, Kelly saw his cock lurch in his pants.  She
almost reached over to grab that tempting bulge.

   They both searched for the words to say next, and it was Kelly who got
there first.  She cleared her throat softly.

   "It's okay, Greg," she said.  His head snapped around as he searched her
eyes.  "Look, you have been amazing to me these past few days.  You saved
me from going to prison, and we both know it.  You have taken me in,
knowing exactly what kind of person I am, and you haven't asked me for
anything.  I don't know if you thought it through, though.  You are stuck
with me for the next year, and I can't go anywhere.  You are the only man
in my life, little brother."

   She did reach into his lap then, softly squeezing his thick shaft. 
Still looking into his eyes, she licked her lips.

   "I am going to need this," she said.  "Do I need to get you drunk so you
can give it to me?"

   "No," he groaned.

   His eyes held a tortured, guilty look.  Kelly wasn't sure if that 'No'
meant that she didn't need to get him drunk, or if he was denying her the
pleasure she craved.  He picked up his glass, regarding it as he thought of
what to say.  It was still almost half full of rum and coke.  He smiled at
his sister as he set the glass down on the table and pushed it away from
him.

   "I'm not sure I can do that with you," he said.  His voice was hoarse,
just above a whisper.  "Maybe I can find a good guy for you?"

   Kelly hadn't considered that possibility.  "Hmm," she said, thinking it
over.  It didn't take her long to realize that she had already set her
sights on her brother.  She had been fantasizing about him for the past
week.  Any other guy was just not going to be good enough.

   Greg lightly wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling her hand from
his hardening dick.  She had not realized until he did that she had still
been absently stroking him this entire time.

   She was tempted to grab him again immediately.

   "Greg," she said, "I can't see that working out, in all honesty.  If you
bring some guy over here for me, it's not like we will be going out
anywhere.  You would be bringing some stranger over here to fuck your
sister."

   Greg abruptly stood up and began pacing around the table.  He looked
like a caged animal, Kelly thought as she watched him.  She half expected
him to growl in frustration.  She could certainly relate to how he must
feel, and it only made her desire him more.

   "Greg," she finally spoke up, "Why don't you grab a shower and change
into something more comfortable.  You look like you need to clear your
head."

   He nodded at her.  It was a good idea.  When he looked at her, though,
he realized her hard nipples were clearly evident through her t-shirt.  Her
eyes were filled with a hungry look.  A shower would not be enough to clear
his head, nor would it abate his lust.  He needed to get out of there.

   "I hate to do this to you," he said, "but I need to leave.  I am going
to go to my gym and get in a workout.  I don't want to leave you here
alone, but...Kelly, I need to think about this and I can't do it around you
right now."

   "Go ahead," she said.  "I'll be waiting for you when you get home."

   She was disappointed, obviously, but she could understand.  It would be
nice for her to go to the gym for a brisk workout at that point.  In fact,
up until today she had stayed away from the apartment almost every day. 
Now, that was no longer possible for her.

   Greg turned and bolted for his van.  He was once again ashamed at his
behavior.  He barely paid attention as he drove the short distance to the
gym.  His mind was in a fog as he changed into the workout clothes he kept
in his locker at the gym.  The familiar routine of his workout kept his
body occupied as his mind worked feverishly to figure a way out of this
situation with his sister.

   He was snapped out of his mental fog by a familiar female voice.

   "Greg?  Are you alright?"

   It was Valerie, one of the personal trainers at the gym.  She was
gorgeous, and he had flirted with her over the year and a half he had been
a member at this gym.  Greg always assumed she had a boyfriend, and their
flirting had been casual and fun.  She looked legitimately concerned as she
looked at him now.  He was doing bent rows with fifty-pound dumbbells, and
he paid close attention to his form as he completed the set.

   "Was I doing something wrong?" he asked as he set down the weight.

   "No, it wasn't that," Valerie said, "You look like something is really
bothering you."

   "It's that obvious, huh?" he replied, blowing out a breath of
frustration.

   This wasn't something he could talk about with Valerie.  Hell, this
wasn't something he could talk about with anyone.

   My horny sister is waiting at my apartment right now, and I really want
to fuck her all night long.  I can't think of any way out of it, so I'm
likely to leave here and go home to fuck her until she can't walk...

   Yeah, that wouldn't go over well.  Greg shook his head and smiled at the
lovely Valerie.

   "Sorry," he said, "I'm just trying to clear my head and think through
this situation at home.  I was hoping that a good workout would help."

   Valerie's eyes sparkled, "Maybe I need to give you a more strenuous,
personal workout," she said.

   They exchanged a grin, and she sashayed away.  As always, Greg assumed
she was kidding, but it made him think.  As attractive as Valerie was, if
she was seriously interested in him...he would still be lusting after his
sexy sister.  He actually dropped the dumbbell when that thought rocked him
to the core.  He shakily retrieved the weight and continued his workout.

   The rest of the routine was a blur.  Greg tried not to rush as he went
from station to station; it wouldn't do to injure himself by being
careless. He knew what he would be doing as soon as he got home, and now
that he had made up his mind, he could scarcely wait for it.  When he had
finished his workout, he grabbed his work clothes from his locker and
rushed to his car.

   Valerie waved to him as he passed, but he was oblivious.  She saw the
change in his countenance and it sent a shiver through her.  Like Greg, she
had enjoyed their flirting but hadn't taken it seriously.  Seeing him like
that made her reconsider.  That was one sexy, determined man walking out
her door.

   Back at the apartment, Kelly was relieved to hear her brother at the
door.  She was a little surprised to see him walk in still dressed in his
sweat-soaked tank top and workout shorts.  She gasped out loud when his
blazing eyes locked onto hers and he spoke.

   "I am all sweaty and I need a shower," he growled at her, "Will you be
joining me?"

   "Yes!" she gasped back.

   She practically leapt from the couch to follow him into the bathroom. 
She was only wearing a bathrobe, and she pulled it from her shoulders and
hung it on the back of the bathroom door.  Greg growled in approval when he
beheld her luscious, naked body in front of him.  He peeled off his sweaty
tank top and dropped it on the floor.  Kelly was on him instantly, licking
his sweaty chest and nipping at one of his hard little nipples.  Her nails
raked over the other side of his body, from his neck down to his other
nipple as he untied and dropped his shorts.

   Kelly was far too aroused to let him escape into the shower.  She slid
to the floor and inhaled his sweaty, musky-smelling cock.  Greg groaned
again as that wet and eager mouth consumed him.  She was a little too
eager, gagging in her haste to take him deeply.  This time, Greg savored
the view as his sister sucked his hard cock.  Her breasts bobbed wildly as
her head rocked back and forth.  She was moaning loudly and making that
'gluck gluck gluck!' noise as her throat struggled to take the fat head of
his cock.

   When she spluttered through a second gagging episode, he reached down
and firmly grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her off of him.

   "You're amazing," he hissed at her, "but you're going to fuck around and
make me come too fast.  Get your sexy ass into that shower!"

   She nodded and rose to her feet, letting loose a delighted squeal when
he smacked her bottom.  She stepped into the tub first, turning on the
water and letting it warm up.  She turned and Greg was right there, pulling
her into his arms and kissing her mouth hungrily.  After that, his eyes
were glazed with lust as he stared at her hard nipples.  As his lips locked
onto her left nipple and began to suck it hard, she groaned in
appreciation.

   "I already showered, while you were gone," she said.

   He looked up into her eyes with his mouth still feverishly working over
her sensitive breast.  Kelly could feel the juice leaking out of her pussy
at that sexy sight.  She ran her hands through his hair and enjoyed the
attention.  He continued worshipping her eager tits, and she just looked at
him adoringly and groaned throughout.  Finally, though, they did turn on
the shower so that he could get clean.

   Kelly soaped up a washcloth and scrubbed his muscular back and ass while
he washed his front.  He shampooed quickly and rinsed out his hair.  They
were both eager to get out of the shower for the main event.

   They walked hand-in-hand to his bedroom, each wrapped in a bath towel.
They kissed passionately and groped each other like horny teenagers at the
side of the bed.  Greg broke off the kiss with a gasp, and he was still
panting as he turned and reached into the nightstand.  When he showed his
sister the condom, she shook her head.

   "Don't," she said, "I want to feel you coming inside me." At his
uncertain look, she went on, "I'm on the pill--oh, shit!"

   Her eyes shot open as she realized she only had two weeks' worth of
birth control pills left.  What would they do after that?  She shook the
thought away.  It would wait.  She dropped her towel and reached for her
brother's.

   "I am your woman, tonight.  I need you to be my man and fill me with
your hot cum.  Can you do that for me, little brother?"

   "Fuck!" he gasped back.  "You are so dirty, Kelly."

   Her eyes gleamed, and a wicked smile played across her lips as she slid
onto the bed and spread her legs for him.

   "No I'm not," she said, "In fact, I made sure to wash my asshole so it's
nice and clean for you.  I am all yours, Greg."

   She squealed out loud again, and Greg moaned in undisguised lust as his
eager cock buried itself in her molten pussy.  He hadn't quite made it far
enough onto the bed, and his legs were pulling him back to the floor.  He
grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her to the edge of the bed, where he was
able to vigorously fuck his sister.  Their bodies slapped loudly together.
Kelly was already coming hard around her brother's thick cock, and she
loved the way his balls slapped against her sensitive sphincter with each
stroke.

   Greg bent to suck her nipples once again, and she encouraged him to bite
them lightly as he continued to fuck her.  As much as they had built it up
in their minds, the reality was so much more intense than they had
expected. Kelly's pussy was much tighter around his cock than Greg had
anticipated, stimulating every nerve along his shaft as he plowed in and
out of her.  Kelly had not realized how thick her brother's cock would
feel, and it filled and stretched her wonderfully.

   She had a second orgasm within minutes of the first one.  It left her
gasping helplessly as her brother continued to pound her defenseless little
pussy and make it his own.  She felt him swelling inside her and knew it
was coming before he released her breast and gasped out.

   "I'm going to come!" his strangled cry was music to her ears.

   "Yes!  Do it!" she cried back.

   She howled out loud when he erupted inside her.  It was so much more
than she had dared to hope.  They kissed hungrily again as his cock
softened inside her.

   She stumbled back into the bathroom a few minutes later when that flood
of semen needed to be drained from her satisfied pussy.

   She washed it carefully afterward, looking at her swollen lips in the
mirror.  She couldn't help but smile.  Her brother had really done it.  He
had fucked her and it had been marvelous.  Kelly was satisfied but
exhausted.  She smiled again when she returned to the bedroom.  Her naked
brother had fallen asleep atop the covers.

   He still looks amazing, she thought, I can't wait for him to fuck me
again.

   Kelly stepped into the hallway and pulled a top sheet from the linen
closet.  She opened it and draped it over her sleeping brother.  She turned
off the light and slid beneath the sheet next to him, sighing contentedly
as his arms closed around her and his soft cock pressed against her bottom.
His gentle breathing on her neck lulled her to sleep quickly.

   They hadn't set an alarm.  Kelly couldn't go anywhere and Greg did not
have work that next day.  Thus, it was the insistent ringing of the
doorbell that woke them at eight in the morning.

   "Who the hell could that be?" Greg wondered aloud.

   "Oh, shit!" Kelly gasped, "It's got to be Mom!"

   She rolled out of the bed, regretfully looking at her brother's renewed
erection.

   Dammit, Mom, she thought, I would have loved to have some more of that
this morning.

   She hastily grabbed the towels and rushed into the bathroom, wrapping
her robe around her body and tying the belt as she raced to the front door.

   "Just a second!" she hollered en route.

   It was indeed their mother.  She looked a little concerned when she saw
her daughter's disheveled condition.

   "Are you alright, Kelly?" she asked, "You look like you...you and Greg
didn't get into a fight, did you?"

   "No, Mom," Kelly replied, "We stayed up late talking, and I probably had
too much to drink yesterday.  You just woke me up, is all."

   She opened the door further, inviting her mother inside.

   "Come on in," she said, "I'll make us some coffee and see if Greg is
up."

   At that moment, Greg peeked around the door frame of his room.

   "Who is it?" he asked.

   His light brown hair looked like he had put his finger in a light
socket. He had fallen asleep with his hair still damp and it now stood up
like it was terrified of something.  His mother and sister both laughed out
loud when they saw him.

   "What?" he said, before realizing they were looking at his hair.  He ran
is fingers through it for a couple of seconds and shook his head ruefully
at them.  "Give me a minute to get decent," he said, closing his bedroom
door behind him.

   Kelly started coffee and chatted with her mother.  They both giggled as
Greg, clad only in boxer shorts, ducked from his bedroom and practically
dove into the bathroom.

   "Wow," Deborah said, "Greg is in really good shape these days.  I didn't
realize how much he's been working out."

   "Yeah," Kelly replied, "He was super apologetic last night before he
left for the gym.  He said he felt really badly about leaving me here
alone, but he needed to work out."

   "Did you guys get a chance to talk about your financial situation?"

   "Yes, we did.  I was surprised at just how organized and self-sufficient
Greg is here," Kelly replied, "He doesn't actually need me to contribute
anything."

   Her mother thought she saw a shadow pass over Kelly's face then.

   "What's bothering you, sweetheart?" she asked.

   He's too good for me, Kelly thought, What will I do if he finds someone
else to date in the next year?  What if he gets sick of me and throws me
out?  What will I do then?

   She shook her head.

   "I just feel like I am such a burden, and Greg is being too nice about
it," she said aloud.  "What can I do if he decides he's had enough, and
kicks me out?"

   "That's never going to happen," Greg's voice caused them both to turn in
surprise.

   His hair was damp again, but brushed out neatly now.  He had put his
workout shorts on over his boxers, but was still topless as he approached
them.

   "Hi, Mom," he murmured as he hugged his mother.  She squeezed him in a
reassuring hug.

   He kept an arm around his mother's shoulders as he turned to regard his
sister.

   "I love you, Kelly," he said, "There is no way I would ever kick you
out." He grinned a bit before continuing.  "Plus, I told that judge that I
would help you get better."

   Kelly's eyes narrowed at that.  Was he mocking her?  Her mother turned
to her and squeezed her hand.

   "Please, Kelly," she pleaded, "You just need to be really nice to your
brother.  Do you think you can do that?"

   Oh, Mom, you have no idea.

   The vision of Kelly eagerly sucking her brother's cock filled both of
their minds as they tried to keep that off of their faces.

   "I'll try my best, Mom," Kelly said.

   "I think the coffee is about ready," she went on, breaking off that
potentially uncomfortable conversation, "Would you mind fixing me a cup
while I use the bathroom?"

   Greg was careful to look at his mother with a smile so that he wouldn't
stare at his sister's ass as she walked away from them.

   "So," he said to her, "How are you feeling today?  I understand you and
Kelly tied one on yesterday."

   She blushed a little at that.  She was uncomfortably aware of just how
attractive her son had become, how masculine his bare chest was as he stood
so close with his arm around her.

   "I guess I miscalculated," she finally said.  "Kelly told me you don't
drink at all, and I got a little carried away at the liquor store."

   "Oh, it's alright, I think," he replied, "It's not that I don't drink; I
just don't drink alone.  Tonya and I never really drank here at the
apartment.  If Kelly wants to drink...well, she's a grown woman.  I just
worry about her when I'm not here, you know?"

   "I just wish your father could be as reasonable about it," she grumped.

   They walked into the kitchen and poured three cups of coffee.  Greg
added cream and sugar to his and Kelly's as his mother prepared her own. 
They took the three cups to the dining room table and set them down.

   "If you'll excuse me," Greg said, "I'll go put on a shirt and some
socks. I'll be right back."

   He passed Kelly on his way, shooting her an approving grin.  She looked
good and entirely appropriate now that she had fixed her hair, put on a
touch of makeup and had gotten dressed.  She smiled back at him and joined
their mother at the dining room table.  Kelly was a bit shocked when she
realized that their mom was checking out her brother's sexy backside.

   They had a really pleasant visit over the next four hours.  Kelly
practically forgot she was under house arrest, laughing with her mom and
her brother.  They really had a chance to catch up as a family.  There were
so many stories they had to share from the past two years.  They each had a
mixed drink after a couple of cups of coffee and a light breakfast. 
Finally, though, it was time for Deborah to leave.

   "This was so nice," she sighed as she hugged each of her children.  "It
is so good to see the two of you getting along like this.  I hope we can
make this a regular thing."

   "I would love that," Kelly smiled back at her mother.

   "We both would," Greg chimed in, rubbing his sister's back.  "You are
always welcome here, Mom."

   As she walked to her car, Deborah thought what a lovely couple her
children made.  She snorted at herself for thinking that.  She looked back
at their apartment, and the two of them waved at her from the doorway.  She
waved back before getting into her car and driving away.

   "You have got a dirty mind, Deborah," she mumbled to herself.  She
couldn't help it though.  Greg was such a sexy man that she could only
imagine what she would do with him if he weren't her son.  By the time she
arrived home, her panties were damp and she couldn't get to her vibrator
fast enough.

   Back at the apartment, Greg and Kelly were already naked in his bed. 
Kelly had wanted another taste of his cock, but he was starving for her
juicy pussy.  They wound up in a noisy sixty-nine, with Kelly's mouth
sloppily sucking his hard cock while Greg feasted on her delicious little
snatch.  The air was filled with lusty moans and groans from both of them,
as well as the wet sounds of eager sucking.

   Kelly had a hair-trigger compared to her brother's slow fuse.  She had a
third shattering orgasm on his talented tongue and became overly sensitive.
She finally released his cock and pulled her throbbing pussy away from him.

   "Stop!" she gasped out as he tried to follow her.  "My pussy needs a
break!"

   Greg's cock was bucking up and down in front of him as he rose to his
knees.  He wasn't doing it on purpose, he was merely that aroused.  Kelly
pushed him back onto the bed so she could take him back into her mouth
without interruption.  They both got an added thrill as their eyes met.

   "Do you want me to come in your mouth?" he asked.  His voice was calm
and deep.  He wasn't yet close to that orgasm.

   "Mm-hmm!" she eagerly responded.

   Kelly was hungry for her brother's jism.  She jacked his shaft while
licking and slurping the head.  His pre-cum was flowing steadily into her
mouth, and it was intoxicating to her.  Her mind felt like it was melting
with lust and she was consumed with that desire to make him come for her.

   "Mm-hmm!  Mm-hmm!" she moaned excitedly when she felt him swelling with
his impending orgasm.  He bit his lip and closed his eyes, dropping his
head back as his balls unloaded into her hungry mouth.

   Kelly gulped the salty offering down noisily, loving the helpless look
on her brother's face as she drained him.  She felt so powerful, so in
control at that moment of his ultimate surrender.  She kept sucking gently
on the tip of his cock, teasing out every drop with the tip of her tongue.
Greg shivered over his entire body as that intense sensation seized control
of him.  When he was completely drained, he managed to raise his head to
look at her again.

   "Amazing," he sighed.

   They enjoyed a naked lunch together, with Kelly sitting on his lap at
the dining room table.  Halfway through, his renewed erection began to bump
against her wet pussy.  She swallowed the mouthful of food and turned to
look at her horny brother.

   "Were you staring at my ass again?" she asked, reaching for his cock.

   "Yes I was," he replied with a grin.  "Are you mad at me?"

   She rose up until she could slide the thick head between her moist lips.
As she sank onto him again she said, "Nope."

   They could not properly fuck and eat lunch at the same time, so they
wound up taking a break from eating.  Greg stood up and pushed his sister
forward onto the table so that he could savor the sight of her sexy ass
bouncing back and forth as he fucked her horny little pussy.  She squeezed
down on him with her clutching muscles as her pussy juice soaked his shaft
and balls.

   Greg set her gently in the chair and retreated to the bathroom to wash
off his cock and balls before returning to finish lunch.  He sat in the
chair next to her, and he was still hard the entire time.  Kelly finished
her food first, and slid to the tile floor of the dining room to suck that
hard dick while Greg finished eating his lunch.

   When he was done, he scooted his chair back and said, "Come here,"
spreading his arms to welcome her into his lap.  Kelly mounted him again,
sheathing his erection inside her.  He squeezed her buttocks and pulled her
back and forth atop his muscular thighs while he sucked her hard nipples.
Kelly hugged his neck and bit his earlobe.

   "I'm coming again!" she gasped right into his ear.  He groaned into her
breast as he felt her soak him again.

   Her legs lost all strength after that intense orgasm.  Greg picked her
up and carried her to her bedroom, gently setting her down and covering her
before giving her a loving kiss on her lips.

   "I'll be right back," he said.

   She dozed off with a smile on her lips.  Greg cleaned up after their
lunch, and decided to shower before joining her when he saw she was asleep.
They cuddled together in her bed and shared a lovely nap.  Kelly was
awakened later when her brother's erection began pressing insistently
between the cheeks of her ass.  She turned to look at her brother's
sleeping face.

   She smiled and slid out of the bed, needing to use the bathroom. 
Afterwards, she showered and once again cleaned her ass thoroughly.  She
was incredibly turned on as she thought about what she was about to do. 
She was going to take her own brother's hard cock in her tight asshole.  It
made her shiver, just contemplating it.

   Kelly became annoyed as she searched the bathroom, and then her
brother's bedroom.  She could not find anything suitable for anal
lubrication.  He didn't even have Vaseline, for crying out loud!  She
hadn't brought any lube from her old apartment--that had really been Dave's
property, and she wouldn't have been comfortable packing that away with her
brother watching at that time.

   She finally slid back into bed with Greg.  She was facing him and
watching his sleeping face.  His eyes darted around behind his eyelids.

   I wonder what he's dreaming about?

   She felt his hard cock pressed into her belly and imagined it must be a
sexual dream.  She gently rolled him onto his back and peeled back the
sheet.  Once again, his cock had a tasty drop of pre-cum for her.

   Greg eventually woke up to that most amazing of all sensations: an
incestuous blowjob.

   "Mmm, that feels unbelievable," he said softly.

   Kelly released his cock with a soft 'plop' and grinned up at him.

   "Speaking of unbelievable," she said, "You would have woke up with your
cock in my ass if I could have found any lube."

   His hard cock lurched in her hand, somehow swelling even larger at that
dirty thought.  He hadn't had anal sex recently.  The thickness of his dick
scared his last two girlfriends too much for them to consider it.  Greg's
mind raced as he mentally inventoried the apartment.

   "We have Crisco," he finally said, "Do you think that would work?"

   Kelly was out of the bed and into the kitchen in a flash.  She had never
tried using shortening as a lubricant, but her horny asshole was willing to
try anything to get her brother's cock inside it at that moment.  She
grabbed the tin and brought the whole thing to the bedroom with her.  She
scooped two fingers through the white, greasy substance and bent to prepare
her sphincter.

   "I guess butter would have worked, too," she said as her fingers worked
her tingling asshole.

   Greg nodded as he reached over for a dollop.  He worked it over the
length of his cock until the entire thing glistened.

   "Do you want to take charge this time?" he asked.  He was still lying on
his back with his rampant and lubricated cock sticking straight up above
him.

   "Yes!" she gasped back, nodding rapidly as she climbed atop him in the
bed and slowly fed the tip of him into her tiny hole.

   "Oh, fuck!" she gasped, "That feels so fucking huge!"

   She looked down at Greg's face, but his eyes were locked on her tiny
butthole taking in the bloated head of his cock.

   "It looks fucking huge," he breathed, "I can't believe you're--oh,
damn!"

   The head slipped inside her impossibly tight little bottom.  The ring of
muscle constricted tightly around the invading shaft.  Kelly had to
carefully control her breathing, willing her asshole to relax.

   Greg looked up at his sister's face.  He expected to see her in pain,
but that wasn't the case.  She was biting her lip and her eyes were rolled
upward in pleasure.  He had never been with a woman who enjoyed anal sex as
much as his sister did.

   It took a few minutes for her to relax and take him all the way in her
ass.  They had to apply more Crisco twice.  The stuff tended to melt and
run away down his shaft.  Finally, though, she was riding him.  Greg was
shocked to realize that she was enjoying this ass-fucking more than he
was--and he was loving it.  Her left hand was in the middle of his chest,
holding her steady as her right hand whipped her clit back and forth in a
blur.

   She screamed out loud with the intensity of her orgasm, and her juices
exploded out of her pussy to coat his belly.  Her legs gave way, and Greg
sat up to grab her so that she didn't fall off the bed.  He pushed her onto
her back with his cock still buried inside her and then he opened her legs
wide.  He fucked her ass hard, unbelievably aroused by the view of her
empty, clutching pussy just above his pistoning shaft.

   I'm fucking my sister's ass!

   His mind practically screamed the filthy thought.

   "I'm going to come!" he gasped out.  By that time, there was no way he
could have stopped.  They both cried out as his molten jism shot out to
coat the insides of her well-fucked asshole.  When that insane orgasm
passed, he collapsed, gasping, onto her heaving chest.

   It took several minutes for them to regain their breath, and then they
kissed each other lovingly.

   "That was fucking amazing," Kelly said.

   "I still can't believe you did that," he responded.

   "I need you to pull it out," she said softly, "I'm a little sore right
now."

   "Oh, God!  I'm so sorry!" he said.  She lightly held his shoulders and
smiled up at him.

   "It's okay," she said, "I'm just a little sensitive.  Be gentle when you
pull it--oooh!--there you go."

   She patted his cheek gently and kissed him again.  Greg rolled to his
side alongside her in the bed and he cradled her head in his arm.  After
the kiss, she gave him another lovely grin.

   "It looks like you'll need to go shopping again," she said.

   "Why is that?" he frowned back at her.

   "You need to go get some proper anal lubricant, little brother, so you
can come back here and give your sister's asshole a nice, thorough
fucking."

   The grin disappeared, and she gave him another quick kiss.  "I'm
serious, dammit!  Go get that stuff now.  I want to spend tonight with your
cock buried in my tight little asshole.  Is that alright with you?"

   "Yes, ma'am!" he said.

   He rose from the bed, his legs still shaking from the intensity of what
they had just done.  He could only imagine what they would do in the night
ahead...

   Greg comprehended that it wouldn't just be that night, and that made him
stop and turn to look at his sexy sister lying in the bed.  She was his
now, he realized.

   It would be this way every night for the next year.
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