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 Title: Blindfold Romp


Summary: Brother and Sister and a school project.


Keywords: inc,fic





   What a romp.  Enjoy All are 18

   How do I start this?

   I can barely type thinking about it, my fingers are tingling.  I could
begin with how I could not fucking believe it was actually happening.  How
it did not feel real and, to be honest, *AWKWARD* How else to describe it?
Maybe...guilty, ashamed, silly, shy ....  and definitely, excited.  Like I
wanted to scream I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE IT!!  Or nervous, because our
parents were downstairs and dinner would be soon.

   AHHHHHHHH!!

   My mind was in such a rush, like I was this little animal, kneeling on
the floor in front of my brother who was sitting on his bed in just a
shirt.

   And I was staring at his cock.

   Oh, did I mention, he was blindfolded?  For his school project.  HA! 
I'm getting ahead of myself.

   "I'm right here," I whispered nervously.  His face turning to me,
unseeing.  "What are you doing...."

   "Just kneeling...in front of you." I watched his hand go to his cock,
watched it rise up between his legs, poking up from his shirt tail, his
beautiful mushroom head of a cock spreading above his thumb, all shiny, as
he gripped tight.  I had dribbled some lotion on it, because he could not
see.  Edible Lotion, called Kama Sutra, giving me ideas.  He paused, I
encouraged, "Go ahead.  I want you to." I was so close he could probably
feel my warm breath.

   I WANTED him to see me.  I had pulled my top all the way down, had
untied the little straps and let it fall all bunched up at my waist.  He
did not know that, he didn't even know I was wearing red.  His favorite
color.

   I had come into his room, heard the shower and sat on the bed waiting
for him; he came out still blindfolded and I watched him put on his shirt.
I let him know I was there, god I was horny, and I asked him if it would be
OK to go through with it.

   After having shared the fantasies we have, to take turns.

   His chest was heaving as his hand moved like magic up and down the
length of his glistening cock.

   I tipped my head up a little, like I was balancing a pencil on my chin.
Watching, waiting, eyes wide.

   His hand moving faster, he was groaning, a deep panting groan.

   "It's beautiful." I said.  I'm a romantic.

   I held my chest out, didn't want him to miss.  My pale breasts standing
out with tan lines.  "Just spray straight out." He pointed his cock at me.
"Yeah, like that." I began to lick my lips.  Fuck.  This was incredible.  I
felt like such a slut.

   "I can't see anything." He reached with his other hand and felt my
shoulder, which was bare and that surprised him.  I smiled a little,
letting him touch me.  He knew?  I let his hand wander low.  "Your...."

   "Hmmm.  Hmmmm." A smile in my voice.

   His hand stroked across my breasts, it felt so good.  His fingers
brushing my nipples.  I giggled.

   I said, "I want to watch you cum, and ...  I want you to cum ON me." He
was still blindfolded, and I was taking 'care' of him.

   His cheeks flushed immediately, as he nodded.

   God he was getting into it, stroking his cock.  I loved the way he was
breathing, the way his breath caught and how he'd hold it as he stroked
harder.  I could see the pre-cum on his tip and licked my lips, blinking my
eyes waiting for him to cum.  God this would be heaven.  I fantasized about
him for longer than I cared to admit.  I knew I wanted to taste it, feel
it. It was all I could do not to lean forward, to take him.  I could take
him in my mouth.  Mmmmm, I held my mouth open, my tongue lolling on my
lower lip.  Imagining my lips around that thick delicious cock head.

   But I wanted to feel it, on my skin.  Fuck.  Fuck.  Only thing better
would be if he were straddling me on the bed while I waited naked.

   I could feel my puss melt, feel it opening up, aching.  I squeezed my
thighs, tingling with its exquisite itch.  So hungry.  The wetness soaking
my panties.  I let the curve of my cunny press into the carpet.

   I lay my hand on his thighs and scraped my nails across his flesh and
then it happened, the catch of his breath and a jet of white, so fast I
wasn't sure.  It caught me across the cheek, and another and another.  He
was spinning it out in lines on me.  A spider web of cum, across my chest,
along my chin, down my torso.  It got on my jeans.  So much cum.

   He couldn't keep quiet, his jerky grunts.  And god it made me wet, I
almost came, and god I wanted to cum.  Let him see me, let him EAT me.  I
could feel him INSIDE me.  Picturing his chin rubbing down between my legs,
oh, letting him ....  mmmm.  Do anything to me.  God, yes!  Opening my legs
I curled my fingers through my little bush and squeezed.  I was his little
cat in heat.

   "OOOOO" Running my hands over my body, smearing him into my skin, and
brought a finger-full to my lips.  Tasted the thick saltiness.

   When he was spent, I watched him relax, his breath slowing, looking at
nothing.  My little puppy.

   "You all right?" He finally said.

   "Yeah.  I got to go.  I was supposed to tell you dinner would be soon."
I giggled again, drenched in cum.  Could feel the liquids tickling down my
skin in cool lines.  "You got me.  I'm a mess."

   His deep voice, "I did it."

   I was so happy, it was so what I WANTED.  Such a fantasy.  To be used,
covered in cum.  HIS cum.  I brought my fingers up his thighs, touching his
bare skin, and pressed my hands over his crotch, felt the wiry hairs in my
fingers, wrapped my fingers into his balls and pressed the flat of my hand
along his cock against his abdomen.  So delicious to watch the surprise,
the way his head dropped down, as he moaned at my touch.  I let my fingers
dance across his skin, feeling him.  Wrapping my fingers around his shaft.
I held it soft in my fingers, stroking, running my thin fingers all over
his crotch, stroking lightly, could feel it jump.  It was like he crumpled
forward as I squeezed.  His hands finding my breasts, squeezing, molesting
me.  He leaned forward and slid down onto the floor in front of me on his
knees.

   I said again, "I got to go." But did not move.  It all felt too right,
surreal.  Like a dream.

   "So beautiful," I purred again still with my hands down between his
legs, feeling his member hardening again.  I let go and lay my hand at his
cheek.  Leaning in I touched his lips with my fingers, guiding my own lips
there.  We kissed for the first time.  His beautiful lips, and I opened my
mouth, turned into him, let him slip his lower lip between mine and touch
my tongue with his, as we crushed our bodies together, feeling my back
curve to him as he pulled me in.  My cum soaked breasts sticking to his
nice white shirt as we kissed.

   Once the line was crossed.....I knew we could never stop, knew what was
coming.  The ache in me, like a razor.

   Mmmmmm.

   But....

   I should start at the beginning.

   *******

   I idolized my brother since I could remember.  I denied it, could not
identify it, didn't really even understand it.  But it was attraction, all
along, I was attracted to him since I can remember.  The shape of his eyes,
his mouth, his smell.  His touch.  The way he looked in a pair of jeans.  I
chalked it up to little sister veneration, and I was a romantic.  I gave
him Valentines, held his hand, left notes, MISSED him.

   Years and years and years.  I felt it before I could name it.

   And something else.

   Starting in nighttime dreams, of us wrestling mostly.  Him holding my
hands, pinning me, not letting go and bending my arms back until I was
forced to lay down as he followed me, as he lay on me.  The weight of him,
in my dreams pressing down.  How I remember that!

   I had other dreams, of him running his hands along my back and legs, and
me looking back over my shoulder, meeting his eyes.  Me laying on the
couch, or outside, or on the floor reading or napping.  Me in panties or
nothing at all.  I had dreams of him watching me, always watching, as I
dressed or bathed.  Of walking around the house naked, or outside, or at
school.  His eyes on me.  Always those eyes.

   I would think about these dreams, with him so near to me, and my cheeks
burned.  I remember turning the dreams over in my mind, recalling every
intimate detail, as I lay awake in the mornings and the dreams gradually
transformed into fantasies.  Waking fantasies.  Pictures I controlled and
would play with.  I would lay on my bed legs spread wide stroking up my
thighs, tickling a line softly across my tummy, squeeze my breasts, mmmmmm.
Be so naughty, fantasizing about my brother, imagining his commands.  "Turn
over Ash.  Bend over." And following that invisible voice, placing my
middle finger deep inside, picturing him there watching, imagining it was
him inside me.  Feeling him there, moving on me, faster, sliding in and
out. Oh so sweet, so good, undulating my hips, squeezing, feeling it all.

   He standing beside me, watching.  And him masturbating.  Those beautiful
eyes on me the whole time.

   I would lay there imagining him.  Talking to no one: Go on.  Cum on me.
Cum.

   Imagining how filthy, how sweet, his spunk on my body.  Watching him
there, the pleasure I could cause him

   So bad, so naughty.  His hand pumping, imagining its thickness.  Or
leaning behind me, letting his cock lay across my ass, him cumming over my
back and in my hair.

   Letting him push it inside, cumming IN me, wet and slippery.  Looking
back at him.  You Beast!!  How he could play with me, do anything.  To be
his plaything, his toy.

   His fuck toy.  Mmmmmm.

   Imagining his thick erection when I later saw him idly reading, it
embarrassed me.  My cheeks burning.  If he only knew what my thoughts were.
Fuck.  I climaxed twice, lay disheveled, panting in my sheets.  And still
hungry, aroused, wild for his eyes.  And the fantasy of laying on my bed,
looking over at my brother, as he masturbated over my naked body, of his
cum spraying all over me, became my touchstone.  I was never satiated.

   I would cum thinking about nothing else, over and over and over.  And
could visualize him in my room, in the dark.  Or under my bed.  Or behind
me, or in front of me or above me....

   And how THIS actually started is kind of weird, unexpected, and it was
more the animation of that underlying energy that always existed between us
than anything else.

   Did he feel it?  Was it always with him the same as with me?

   Part of it was that as he got older he was gone more, with friends, with
work, and he just didn't think about me so much.

   We drifted apart, or he drifted from me.

   I felt it.  Did he?

   The absence, the longing, his disinterest.  We did less together and I
MISSED MISSED MISSED him, so much.

   *******************

   Well, whatever it was, the energy started after he left and took on a
momentum all its own.

   He was a Freshman in the Community College in town and got a dorm, I was
in twelfth grade.  It is not like he was gone all that much, because he
came home for dinner often, stayed weekends so mom could wash his clothes.
It just FELT like he was gone a lot.  And he felt gone when he was here
too, it just was not like it used to be.  He talked a little bit about
school but never girls.  I never really even imagined him being with a
girl, though there was a little worry there and I was also a bit jealous of
him, protective.

   One thing about all these feelings was an emerging flirtiness between
us, which I considered as being part of being close.  Being close, his
absence, and being older now.  It was totally normal, I saw it with other
brothers and sisters.  But I liked to think he actually felt a little bit
like I did.  When I started missing him, I think the flirting went up a
notch, and he let it happen same as me.  I would actually get 'ready' when
I knew he was coming home.  I liked to dress up, wear nice clothes,
revealing clothes the way teen girls do, so far nothing unusual at all.  It
was all in my head anyway.  I would walk past and flip my dark hair back
from my eyes, glancing at him.  I was always playing with my hair in his
presence, twirling it around my finger.

   The other thing I did encourage, which was such a part of my fantasy,
was to have him look at me.  Those moments I felt his eyes on me, so
electric.  Tapping into such a deep part of me, such a deep burning cinder.
Those eyes.  He had no idea about it.  I would leave the slightest cracks
in my door and sit in my bedroom, wondering.  Or running into the basement
and pulling off a top for the laundry when I knew he was downstairs and
changing right in front of him.  Watching TV in a short nightie in the
evening, wagging my legs open and closed; or letting my skirt ride too
high, let him see my panties.  And watching those eyes when they noticed.
Oh, God, yes!  And the innuendos I worked into our conversations.

   "I bet you could lick me into shape." Not the half of it.  Standing at
the door waiting for him, seeing him in the driveway, "I want you inside
right now!" Mmmmm.  Yes, yes I do.

   And being he was a guy, I always could gain that little thrill, that
feeling, of his eyes on me, or get the sense he got my naughty little perks
of his being here.  I knew he would peek at me, catch a glance up my skirt
as I bent over.  My T shirts with no bra.  Him peeking down my front as I
let it fall forward.  And this also, I felt, was a normal behavior between
brother and sister.

   He was not a peeping tom, did not seek it out.  Though secretly, that
would have been OK.  I also never took it as far as really being naked in
front of him, but bra and panties, he saw that quite a bit.  More and more
through the spring of my Senior Year.  By the way, me in my bra and panties
is a pretty good sight, if I don't say so myself!  Ahahah.  So dressing,
undressing.  And now I think about it, the down my blouse shots would have
given him a great view of my nipples.  So, yeah, my naked nipples, and
sometimes I would change a top in front of him with my back to him, so he
would see my bare back.  And me in a bikini, the nice view up my open legs.
The bulge of my crotch, my camel toe.  It's making me hot just thinking
about it.

   Whew!

   Stupid, teenage, but still ordinary.  And I knew to be careful, knew how
far I should or could go.  It was part of our being 'close.' He was a guy,
I was a girl, and honestly all our little indiscretions became normal.

   A girl does like to be admired.

   And it never changed, that feeling of attraction I had for him.  And
that lingering, what would happen if....  and did I want it to?

   And when I was horny, those times when he happened to come home while I
was ovulating, well things always just got kicked up a little.  About five
days of my cycle I was off the charts - crazy horny.

   Lets just say I was 'In the mood.'

   THAT is when it happened.

   ********************

   First, my brother emailed me during the week about a project and
wondered if I would help.  I was writing a paper as I saw the email screen
pop up on my screen.  Sitting at my lap top, writing AND checking email,
and noting who is posting stuff on Facebook, and Skype AND...  (these days
writing a paper is a very social event:)

   When...I got the email from him.

   It just said: Hi;)

   I fluttered because he did not email me often.  And I see it pop in on
my right screen, being a girl with my lap top monitor and another flat
screen.

   I open it, and heading says, 'I love to get Naked in the morning."

   I was like, what the fuck!  I feel my cheeks grow warm, a flutter in my
stomach, and immediately shoot an email back.

   'WTF??'

   About a minute later he writes, 'Didn't you see the picture?'

   'No.' And I scroll down, and there is a shot of my dorky brother holding
up a bottle of 'Naked Orange Juice.'

   So we open a chat:
Me: You are such a dork.
Bro: Got your attention!?
Me: I'm writing a paper, but yeah.
Bro: Just sayin hi.
Me: Hi.  That it?
Bro: And a question.  Need your help.
Me: Ahhhh.  Girl troubles;(
Bro: Nah, but always willing to take advice.
Bro: You always got a guy, any secrets??
I laughed, what the hell is this about??  I got no guy.  Feeling silly,

and a little bit hot.

   Me: Easy.  I just flash my titties, and they follow me around like a
puppy.  HA!

   There was a pause.  I felt embarrassed.
Me: TMI?
Bro: Guess I can't follow you around then.
Bro: Never seen your tits.
Me: As if.
Bro: Maybe...Once
Bro: or twice
Me: Maybe ten or twenty.  LOL
Me: I know about you.
My cheeks were glowing now, I felt all warm.  Thinking I should not have

written any of this.

   Nothing.
Me: Dork.  I got to work, what did you want?

   Nothing.

   Shit.
Me: When you coming home again?
Bro: Not this weekend, next weekend.
Me: And??
Bro: I got this project at school.  We are supposed to learn what it is
like to live with a disability.  Some want to tie an arm to their side, or
wear earplugs, or such shit.  I decided to wear a blindfold.  We're
supposed to have someone in our family to interact with, and like.  I
thought of you.  Would you help.
Me: Blindfolded?
Bro: Yes.

   Something about that set some trippy feeling in me.
Me: Kind of Weird....
Me: But.  Sure.
He went through everything.  I wanted to know what it was and he said it
had to do with learning about understanding people with disabilities. 
Elderly, or injury, or physical disability.  The project was that everyone
in this class had to spend the weekend in a manner that left them with some
sort of disability.  Earplugs, as in you cannot hear.  Or binding an arm to
your side.  Staying seated in a wheelchair, like that.  My brother had the

idea of being blindfolded, not being able to see.

   The other thing was that the project required the students to be with
another person, someone who could help.  The teacher was interested in
safety but also in the students learning how to interact with another
person, what it felt like to be disabled around other.  Need seek help,
when to be independent.  What it felt like to be disabled around those who
are not.  It would be for the weekend and he needed somebody to be with,
and HE thought of me.

   Somehow, somewhere in this exchange was a flutter in my stomach.  I
don't know why, but this idea of him being blindfolded played to all my
feelings of being watched, only in this I would be the watcher.

   I agreed.  And we sort of identified how it would all work out, what
help he needed.  Obviously it would not be ALL the time, not all
night....hee hee hee (and he was the one who said that!).  Be still my
heart.

   So by Friday I pretty much ran wild with the whole thing.  Getting to be
with him non stop, and him being dependent on me.  Being close together. 
Me having this unfettered access to looking at him, anywhere I wanted! 
BLUSH.  God....I loved it.

   Oh, and yes, I was a fertile Myrtle.

   --------------------------

   He came home Saturday morning, and was to be blindfolded the whole day,
the whole weekend.  It all drew this little tingle inside.  Yum.

   He says to me, "You still want to do this?"

   "Of course!"

   And what we decided first was to go for a walk.  Just a walk, get
outside.  Move around.  He had the blindfold which was provided by the
teacher.  It was shaped in such a way there could be no peeking, but it
also was not large, making it inconspicuous.  He wore dark glasses over it
which made it not weirdly noticeable.

   What we did was go for a long walk toward where we used to live, when
mom and dad were renting.

   -

   "This is totally weird.  I don't feel at all confident about my steps."
He looked like he was ready to drop off a cliff with each step.

   I was holding his hand, guiding him.

   "It's OK.  The road is level.  I'll tell you when we come to a curb. 
Trust me."

   Not much happened on the way.  But when we got there a distant, barely
audible song, and Nick lifted his head.  I barely heard it.

   "Ashley!!  Ice Cream!  It's an ice cream truck!" He said.  He sounded
like a little kid, the kid I remembered.

   "Weird how you can know that just by sound."

   "I do feel like all my senses are better without my eyes."

   Anyway, he was right.  We found that truck and each of us got an ice
cream cone, sat down by the curb.  I guided his eating of the cone while
having mine.  It was like sitting with a two year old, having to tell him
where it was melting too much or about to drip and he would turn it the way
I said.  We were laughing at this.  It was hilarious how much you need to
see just to eat an ice cream cone.

   He said, "How's dad been?"

   "Dad's been, uhhh, dad, I guess."

   "He hasn't said one thing to me since I got in the house."

   "Mom talked to you.  He's NEVER very communicative.  Old school, the
fact a roof is over our head and food on our table....no different.  It's
fine."

   "He does not even know what I am taking this semester.  He could care
less."

   Nick sighed, and I began pointing out the needed ice cream licks.  At
one point I was holding his cone and sort of feeding him.  He was turned
toward me, unseeing.  So intimate.

   "I like taking care of you."

   He says, "I could get used to this."

   To which I added, "Any time.  I'm yours for the whole weekend." And, by
the way, I meant the innuendo; and as I said it I touched his nose with the
ice cream.

   "Hey!  Ash."

   Before he could do anything else I leaned in, "Here." And there was this
moment, a frozen moment between us.  I felt it anyway.  A pause, with our
faces close together, too close.  I could feel the warmth of his cheek, as
I ....  licked the ice cream off the tip of his nose.

   There was something about him not being able to see.

   I remained leaning close in to him.  He said, "You're being bad."

   I felt tingles, "Just helpful.  Here...." And then I licked him again,
right at the corner of his mouth.  And as I pulled back a little said, "You
had a little there too."

   Silence.  This closeness enveloping us, I felt it anyway.  After a beat
he turned away.  "We done?"

   "Yes."

   The way he took my hand as we got up, helping me to stand, there was an
intimacy that is hard to explain.  I had never touched him with my tongue
before.  I was blushing.  But he could not see that as we held hands the
whole way home.

   He could not see anything.

   It made it so, we could be anyone.  Anonymous.  Invisible.

   More intimate without eyes.

   *****************

   I was wearing a plain light green T shirt, candy apple, normally I wore
better.  Weird how I would do that for him.  Knowing my brother was here I
would normally dress up a bit, vamp up a bit.  But he could not see, and it
didn't matter.  It was like a muscle shirt, you could see my bra straps,
and a faint outline of my bra.  I thought about my bra.  'Why did I wear
it?' And I pictured what this T shirt would look like on me without a bra.
I don't know what it was, but that moment really got me going.

   So this whole back and forth conversation going on in my head.  I sort
of wanted to look nicer, because it was HIM.  But, it didn't matter.  All
silly, yes.  It continued like a record skip, seemed significant.

   After twenty minutes or so we were almost home, still holding hands. 
Talking about nothing.  Nick seemed totally comfortable at this point,
walking along in those dark glasses.  He looked like a blues brother and I
told him he needed a hat.

   It was getting to feel so natural, it felt like we were a couple.  We
never went for walks, but from outside you could tell he was blindfolded.
We had a few times where someone noticed and would take a second look at
us.

   "Someone noticed." I would whisper.

   He listening to me, quirking a smile.

   One time a car actually stopped in mid-street.  The driver checking out
what was going on.  I mentioned that too, and we headed into the alley not
wanting any cops showing up.  But without incident we got ourselves home.

   At one point he said, "One thing I'm learning is that I really have to
trust you.  The ice cream incident notwithstanding."

   I squeezed his hand.  "We're here."

   When we got to the house, it was only mom in the kitchen.  Dad was gone,
running errands.  They knew what was going on, she peeked in at us.  "How
did it go?" Her sing song voice.  Picture your own personal caricature of a
mom, and you pretty much had her down.

   I said "Fine." Nick piped in, "It's very weird, I can't see, but all my
other senses are way better."

   It was a warm, humid beautiful summer day and we went into the screen
porch.  We have two cats and they came out to check on us, one jumped on
each of our laps.

   I asked, "Do you want anything?"

   "I'd like a drink."

   "Like a soda drink or a drink drink."

   "How about a drink drink."

   I went and got him a white wine, not a red.  I remember thinking he
could spill.  I put it in a plastic glass, and told him why because these
might be things a person who cannot see would do.  No glass, white wine,
stuff like that.  Might be good for his report.

   I also snuck myself a glass as well, and brought the bottle back with
me, set it to the back leg of the chair.  We always have bottles in the
house.  I know I am not supposed to have any, but its not like my parents
are gestapos; and its not like I'm a drunk.  But today, the sun, US, my
'mood,' it all felt so romantic.  I put my wine in a plastic cup too.

   I sat on a lounge chair opposite from Nick, and we settled in.  It was
now late afternoon.

   I asked, "What is it like?"

   "I just feel like I'm invisible.  It's hard to explain.  Apart from
everything."

   "I can see you."

   "I can't see you.  But your hand, holding your hand, walking with you,
it all felt different."

   "I haven't held your hand in a long time."

   "But I really noticed.  Like, I notice your smell, I can smell you. 
Right now."

   "Ewww.!!"

   "No.  No.  You smell good.  Your hair.  Your, skin."

   My eyes were glued to him, something he did not know.

   Mom left for the store, calling to us, and we stayed where we were.  It
was a perfect day.  And the seed of an idea began to form.  Swirling,
bobbing and turning in my thoughts, 'He cannot see me.' All these years
surreptitiously exposing myself, doors left ajar, changing in front of him.
The whole house is empty, only us.  My heart skipping a beat, I leaned back
in my lounge, spread my legs, lifted my skirt, began 'showing' my panties -
exposing myself - to his unseeing eyes.

   So bad.

   My heart pounding, it just felt so wrong.  So naughty.

   He was there, right there, like nothing was happening.  I remember
thinking, Maybe he CAN see me?  It became part of the thrill.

   I lay my hand over my pussy, gave this delicious little squeeze.  It
felt dreamy to be like this, right in front of him.

   He kept talking like nothing was happening.  Sipping his wine, listening
to the sounds.

   "I notice the birds."

   And at that moment I did too.  His words were bringing me deeper into my
senses too.

   I cooed, feeling the wine and a little tickle between my legs, "It's
weird how I don't notice, but when you say something, then I do." Still
petting myself, bobbing my foot up and down, staring at him, leering at
him. Feeling so deliciously decadent.  If he only knew.

   So as I pet my kitty, we talked about our cats.  HA.

   At one point he said, "Are you holding a cat too?"

   Oh my god!!  "Yes." I said, my hand cupping my own personal pussy.  "I
am."

   "Even this feels different.  I have to write a report.  I can tell I
have Leon [one of our cats].  He's smaller.  Maybe you should try this? 
Tomorrow I mean."

   "Maybe I will." I said, "It's one of my fantasies.  Being blindfolded."

   He laughed, "I'll be YOUR helper then," and he finished his wine and I
poured him some more.  We settled back in as I once more spread my legs.

   We had a moment of silence.

   Feeling a bit tipsy and braver and horny all at once, I added,
"So...tell me one of yours."

   "What?"

   "I just told you a fantasy of mine.  You know.  How about you?"

   He laughed, "You serious?"

   "Why not.  I got you the whole day.  This has been fun."

   He paused, petting the cat.  I thought he was going to drop the whole
conversation.  Let it go, but then he said, "Mine is RED.  The color red.
Someone all dressed in red, red lingerie, or just red lipstick.  Red
'panties,' red bed sheets or..." His cheeks were flushed, his voice
trembling a bit as he said it, and the thoughts that were filling my head.
I felt hot.  I felt so hot.  My legs were wide and my panties soaked.  God,
it was so crazy.  He just did not know.  He continued.  "So....yeah, there.
That just popped into my head.  Your turn."

   "Excuse me?" My eyes wide.

   "This is fun, what the hell." He took another sip of wine.  "I can tell
this is white wine by the way, I can tell without seeing it.  Even though
you told me.  It tastes white.  And...  I bet you can guess, I love red
wine." He laughed.  "Red."

   I was already on my second glass, and felt almost dizzy but was not sure
from what.

   "This is kind of a crazy game."

   "I don't even feel like I'm talking to my sister."

   "What!"

   "I'm just in this invisible bubble." Invisible.  I smirked at my tipsy
brother, as I was rubbing myself steadily, almost to the point of a growl.
A spark of naughtiness made me want to take my panties off, bare my pussy
to him, and I reached my fingers under the elastic.  Goddammit!  It felt so
good letting my fingers brush through the hairs, right in front of him.

   "Welllll....." I held the L's thinking about what I could possibly say.

   He encouraged, "Be honest.  Daring."

   "This IS like truth or dare." Silence again.  "It's ....It's always
....been" I was measuring my words.  God, what could I say?  "Hmmmm.  It
has been a fantasy of mine to actually, more than be blindfolded I guess,
to be, to be laying down.  or ..." My fingers were racing now, up and down,
fuck, so good.  I could feel my voice changing.  "To be, I guess, to be
watched is how I will say it, looked at and be naked at the same time, like
I was someones pet, who I would do...anything for.  And the boy, watching,
and there is nothing NOTHING I can do about it." My words were stilted.  My
heart was pounding.  "Sorry, I'm trying to find the words."

   He took a big drink of the wine as I paused.  It was quiet awhile, and
he asked, "Any more?"

   "More?" I paused.  "Like, I don't know if I should say this?"

   "Go ahead."

   Silence and then I pressed on, "And, all I can do is lay there, you
know, watch, and the boy is masturbating, to SEE him do that." God that was
it, my fantasy.  I fucking said it.  My dreams I had of him year after year
after year.  I began rubbing my puss slowly as I spoke.  Felt my face burn,
"I could, like, you know, let him put his penis in my mouth, or....move me
however he wants.  Any way he wants.  I weigh practically nothing, so, pick
me up and move me just so.  And looking....  to be looked at, maybe run his
hands over my skin, see me, watch, to see how he wants.  But to be
controlled.  Not resist....and ..." And I accidentally let out an audible
moan.  His head twitched.

   He said, "You're aroused aren't you?"

   I took my hand out of my panties, "What do you mean?"

   He said, "I can smell it.  God, I can smell your...arousal."

   I paused.  Thinking about what he said.  "Maybe a little," I whispered.

   Did he know?  In the silence he continued, "Keep going.  It's OK."

   "What?  Oh, Well That's It.  Yeah." I drained my glass, my head
spinning, my cheeks burning.  "God.  I cannot believe I just said that."

   Silence.  A long silence.  I squeezed my legs together.  My God, he
could smell me.  He could not see me, but he could smell me.  Like an,
animal.  I was so totally aroused by that.  God.  Fucking god.  I had never
been so aroused in my life.

   My voice resonant with arousal, "Your turn."

   I looked over at him and his cock was hard, I could see its outline. 
This still line in his shorts.  I wanted to say, 'you're hard' just like he
said 'you're aroused' but did not have the nerve.  He was looking around.
Squeezing the armrest.  Thinking.

   Finally he says, "I'm having a hard time thinking of something. 
That...God, that was really hot Ash.  That surprised me."

   I, feeling suddenly a little embarrassed said, "Sorry."

   "No.  No.  I asked."

   And I said again, "Your turn.  Your turn to embarrass YOURSELF now."

   He laughed.

   "Do I have to top THAT!"

   "Feel free to try.  Maybe...." I paused.  Should I say it, I was tipsy,
aroused beyond belief, not wanting to say anything stupid.  And then,
"Maybe we can make some of these fantasies happen for each other."

   Silence again.  Long silence.  I am thinking.  Shit.  Shit.  Shit.  What
did I just do?

   Finally, "You serious?"

   "No." I laughed.  "I wanted to see your reaction.  Priceless," giving a
forced laugh.  I lost all nerve.  I was shaking.  Not able to believe what
I had said.  My knees were up in the cushions, my little skirt up around my
thighs, I was a mess, I felt like I'd cum.  Like we had made love.

   My heart pounding so hard I thought maybe, in his blindfolded state, he
could hear it.  He could smell my sex, he could smell me.  It burned in my
thoughts.  The silence of the house, the slant of the sun as it hung just
above the trees.

   I said, "Here," and poured him another glass full to the top with the
last of the bottle.

   He took a long sip and spoke in an even, low voice, "I fantasize about
being watched too.  Kind of the same.  But I am tied, I CAN'T move.  Can't
do anything about it, can't stop it, and a woman I have never met is
undressing.  Looking at me.  I lay down and she ties my hands, and then to
feel myself touched, touched and rubbed, and it's like she is a goddess or
something, touching me however she wants.  Rubbing along my body, and I
cannot do anything, She asks what I'm doing and says it's OK, she wants to
see me.  I could turn it around too, tie her, control her To slide my hands
up her legs till I reach her panties and pull them down, knowing she cannot
resist.  Cannot say no.  Just to see, to be like that with each other,
watching her get wet as she moves her body for me."

   Silence.

   And he adds, "There now I am just as embarrassed." I was amazed, the
feeling of his fantasy.  THIS FANTASY.  It's similarity.  It's familiarity.
My cheeks burned and in the silence of that room, god how I wanted him. 
Felt so close, so needed, so needy.  This little seed beginning to grow. 
He continued, "So....yeah, Your turn."

   The sun had just gone behind the trees, and a descending darkness.  The
blindfold coming down over the world.  It was quiet, no birds.  He was
waiting patiently, wanted me to fill the silence.

   Finally, "I have always fantasized about someone masturbating over me,
and cumming on me as I watched it.  Feeling my skin covered in cum. 
Letting it just happen." I squeezed my legs together pressing my hand over
my crotch, "Oh god, we are being bad."

   The blindfold never came off.  The porch was getting darker.  Our voices
became these disembodied vibrations.  Moving us, opening, giving our
deepest, hidden secret truths to one another.  Erotic gifts.  Saying things
we never should say out loud, let alone to each other.

   We never touched, I did not hold his hand.  We had emptied a whole
bottle of wine between us.  And then the sound of the front door, opening
and closing, mom was home as reality snapped back in around us.  I bolted
upright, tugged my skirt around my legs.  Feeling guilty.  I hid the empty
bottle behind my chair before she popped her head in.

   "How is everyone?"

   "We're fine." Nick's voice cracked.

   "You been in here the whole time?"

   "Just talking," I said dizzily.

   She turned a light on, "You could have turned on a light."

   Nick got up and said, "I didn't notice it had gotten dark.  I got to go
to the bathroom, rest for a bit."

   "Do you need help?" I said as he walked off, I did not even know the
meaning of my words as I asked.

   -

   "No, I know the layout here."



   ********************

   I stayed in the porch, feeling the humid warmth.  The darkness.  My
kitty itching, I loved the ache I felt, I want it so bad, my hormones on
fire.  No one there, just the glow of the sunset and I pull my panty crotch
to the side and sink my fingers in.  Oh Fuuuuuck.  Running my finger over
my clit, so fucking wet.  I lay back, feeling like this, just feeling,
picturing the day, and what we said.  Masturbating in the humid warmth.

   Picturing him watching me, and I close my eyes.  Those eyes.

   I can feel myself gushing as I explore, frigging myself faster. 
Squeezing myself around my fingers, arching my back.  Oh god, I can feel
it. Feeling myself be filled up, imagining lines of cum on my skin.  The
trembling down my spine.  Opening my legs nice and wide.  Fuuuuuck!!

   I had this little skirt on, tiny little panties.  I am fucking all
spread out for you.  I want to feel it in me, feel his cock.  See it.  Be
with him.  Touch his skin.  Closing my eyes and I can feel his lips, the
corner of his mouth.  Licking that ice cream off his skin.

   I keep my breathing soft and steady, watching the house in case anyone
comes in.  I am ready to explode.  'Ah.  Ah.  Ah.' Panting.  My skin is wet
with perspiration, and I feel it rising.  Rising up like a snake inside my
body.  My toes stretch out, I hold my breath, squeeze tight and pull my
knees up.

   OOOOOOOh.

   The wave of an orgasm rushing through my body, a white light inside. 
Like nothing I ever felt before.  Delicious.  Oh fuck.  I have to stay
quiet, and letting go, my slippery fingers, shiny, covered in my juices. 
My feet touching the ground, I lay back and look at nothing.  Just the warm
darkness of the room.  The sound of mom moving around in the kitchen.

   Shit.  What if someone had come in here, when it dawns on me.  Holy
shit, he went to jack off!  We both are masturbating.  He came!!  I picture
his body, oh fuck.  If I was wet before, I goddamn ache, imagining him
upstairs, his thick gorgeous cock.

   I wanted to say, "Can I see it?" Could picture the line of his cock in
his pants.  My breathing slows, I imagine looking at him with pouting eyes,
wanting him, wanting him to do what I ask.  To be his little bird with her
wing down.

   My lithe little body, feeling so soft, warm, wet, relaxed.  And my mind
moving to my lips, my moist lips.  My tongue.  My post orgasmic flutter,
imagining his spunk on my tongue, sucking him off, god I want a cock.

   But, better senses begin to kick in.

   I get up, wash my hands in the downstairs bathroom and go into the
kitchen to help mom.

   -----------------------

   Dad came home, smiled at me, said hello and asked mom what was for
dinner.

   I look around the kitchen, my cheeks still felt warm.  No way they can
tell I just came.  Can they??  I feel a twinge of guilt, how ordinary this
all appears.  My panties feel cool, as they dry out between my legs.  I
still feel the ache of my crotch, still want to be touched and watched and
held.  Fuu-uck.

   Mom had chicken, potatoes, vegetables.  Everything in the oven.

   Dad had left and was in watching television.

   Mom says, "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.  Would you go tell
your brother?"

   "Yes." My heart in my throat.

   She adds, "You may have to help him, you know."

   I looked at her, what does she mean??  Guilt in my mind, in all my
thoughts.

   I look at her uncomprehending.

   "The Blindfold." She says, "have you forgotten?"

   "No, I haven't." I recover.

   "OK."

   God what a weekend this was.

   ********************

   Going to his room, I hear the shower and....it was open.  At first I did
not see anything, but then my brother on his bed.  No clothes on, my heart
beat in my throat.  Oh God, I just kept walking by the door and into the
bathroom.  I leaned on the counter staring into the mirror.  What do I do?

   I walked back out, past the room again without looking and into my room,
but did not close my door.

   Well, what I did was creep silently out of my room, sat on his bed as he
showered and waited .....

   You know what happened!
:)

   ------------------------

   Fuck.  God.  I was still so fucking horny.  He was up moving around his
room getting dressed, and the call from downstairs.

   "Kiiiids!  Dinner!"

   And for the fifth time I am thinking we have to go down to dinner.  I
said, "I GOT to go."

   He continued to dress as I stood, uneasily testing my legs.  I felt
dizzy, sticky, my top pulled up again with cum stains drying on my front,
and I slipped out of his room.  I felt so fucking hot, and dirty, nasty.  I
looked back, remembering every moment.  Picturing myself down on my knees,
how I wanted it.  Leaving covered in his cum, marked and stained, pulling
my top off in my room and tossing it in the corner and got dressed. 
Looking int he mirror - thinking - His wet mess, His slut.

   -------------------

   I went downstairs for dinner, settled in my place, next to him.  My
cheeks began to feel warm, feeling as if everyone knew what we had just
done.  They had to know.  I felt marked somehow.

   I did not look at him, but it didn't matter.

   He had his blindfold on.

   I slid in close, close enough for him to feel the heat of me.  I had to
help after all, sliding close.  Probably too close, drinking in his smell.
I began to serve up his plate and mom interrupted me.

   "Ashley, he needs to try do it for himself.  Help him, but don't DO it
for him.  If he needs you he'll ask!" My cheeks burned with those words.

   "OK mama."

   I relented and we got ourselves served, I was still right next to him
though.  Both of us still reeling from what we had done.  The conversation,
pleasant and bland touched on everything going on in our lives, with dad
silent as usual.  I began to focus on Nick again, wanting to feed him,
touch him, help him.  My heart pattering away.  I leaned nearer and lay my
hand on his leg, and he placed his hand over mine.  We froze, drinking in
each other skin for a little moment.

   "Ashley, you need to focus.  He is fine.  For heavens sake.  Helping is
not helping.  He can eat his own feed.  Focus on your own plate."

   "OK mama."

   We held hands when we could, as we ate.

   -----------------

   After dinner Nick went into the living room.  Dad went to watch the
News. Mom stayed in the kitchen, and I stayed to help her a little while.

   Mom said, "I'm fine, help your brother."

   Permission.  It felt so illicit, her granting me permission to go see
him, alone in the living room.

   I went in silently again, but with enough movement so he knew I was
there.  Somehow, he KNEW it was me, I could tell.  Hmmmm.  Can he smell me?
Squeezing my legs still feeling how fucking wet I am.  I stood by the couch
where he was sitting, facing him.  My eyes on the door of the kitchen.

   "Ash?"

   OH!  "Yes."

   What he did!  I don't know if I expected something or what it was.  The
shock was exquisite.  Almost painful.  What he did was to trace his
fingertips, ever so lightly, up and down my warm smooth bare thighs,
letting his hands rise beneath my skirt!

   I, ignoring his touch, let him slide his hands on my thighs, over and
over again.  Finally, I asked him if he liked the day, our walk, the porch,
the....ohhhhh, my head dropping as I stood unmoving, his hand reaching out
molesting me.  Fuck it felt so good.  My lips swollen, my cheeks burning
with arousal.  Squeezing, touching.  His delicate touch as I watched the
doors, and across the room to where dad was sitting.  Standing there,
playing sentry.

   We talked like this, as if he wasn't doing anything at all, like I was
not aware of his little light touches moving higher and higher between my
legs.  I was in a loose skirt, and the tickle of his touch beneath it.  His
hidden hand.  Only the feel of his touch.

   Luckily (luckily??) I was still in my little panties.  The only barrier
between his hand and my hungry pussy.

   I moved a bit closer, holding my one leg out as I did, biting my lip. 
His strokes making me so warm.  I sighed, he heard it.

   He said, "You all right?."

   "Hmmm."

   "You could come to my room tonight." He said it to no one, still
blindfolded, he did not look at me as he said it.  I was mesmerized.  Said
nothing.  "I just want to SEE you."

   Again, my mind reeling.  His words met with silence.

   "Ash?" It had the sound of begging.  Almost a whimper in his voice.

   Finally finding some words, "I don't know.  I just...." as I was
watching, watching for movement, so nervous.  His hand still playing down
there.  "Mom and Dad are right here, their room is right next to us."

   "Nothing will happen.  We can be quiet."

   My cunny near exploded, in that moment he brushed my panties as he said
'quiet.' As if!  If nothing happened, then I would be pissed.  Fuuuuuck! 
My heart was beating so hard imagining what he was suggesting.  To stay the
night in his room.  The whole night!  Picturing us together, wrapped in his
arms.  A new rush of wetness, slick and warm, hot, and I faltered.  I could
barely breath.

   I squeaked out, "No.  Not tonight I mean." And, "Both mom and dad are
right here, right now.  Nicky." I waggled my hips, "You have to stop," but
made not one step away.  This was all too delicious to let go of.

   His hands continued, scratching his nails between my legs, I began
undulating, seeking his touch.  His fingers running across the damp patch
of my crotch.  I was going to collapse.  I could no longer stand, my heart
pounded in my ears.  I could not breathe!  My eyes.  I was almost crying.

   He says, "You feel so good."

   "Nicky.  Nicky." Squeezing my legs over his hand, " I WILL be with you,
all day tomorrow."

   I closed my eyes, and in silence I let him run his hand down my thighs
and up the inside of my legs, over the front of my panties, across my
tummy, down my mound.  Anything.  Everything.  I wanted it so bad, I did
not move.  The way his hand caressed me down there.  I wanted his cock, to
see it again.  To feel it, taste it.  Imagining him putting it in me. 
Anywhere, in me.  Suck on him, and began opening my legs again.

   And at the moment I thought it he said, "I want to see you."

   The path was set, the glide path.  At that moment I knew.  That feeling
when you know, when you are with someone and you just know.  THIS will
happen.  I want this one to do anything they want to me, take my clothes
off, see me.  Touch me, put their mouth on me, anywhere.  My brother.  It
just did not matter, the path, it was opening out ahead.  He ran his finger
along the inside of my thigh, along the crease of my panties, I leaned
closer still, opened my legs, arching my back.  So good.  I felt him
tugging at the edge of my panties.  Would he?

   His voice.  "Ashley?" It took me a moment to hear it.  Time was slowing
down.

   "We will find, time.  Tomorrow.  Nicky.  Oh, Nicky.  You HAVE to stop."
I did not move.

   My mouth lolled open, his finger scratching across my labia, his fingers
brushing through the hairs of my pussy.  Touching me.  Pulling at me,
tugging at the crotch of my panties, opening me, opening my pussy lips, his
fingers exploring.  Slick and sticky and wet, his finger pushing, probing,
finding my little hole.  Fuck.  Oh, fuck, fuck.

   "Nicky.  Please.  I....oh."

   Say yes.  I kept thinking how I could do this.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  How I
could still go in his room.  Maybe.

   My nipples were tight, I was breathing hard.  It was hard to watch, be
aware.  Lost in my senses, my eyes, everything moving so slow.  My mind is
drifting to worries, how Mom would be coming out soon.  And then, Oh god,
he could make me cum, right here.  I can't make noise.  I wanted to moan, I
can't.  Oh god.  I began rocking my hips at his touch, moving him how I
liked it.  Even his voice was beautiful right now.

   "Ash." The way he said my name.  "This alright?"

   Fucking yes!  I was buckling over his hand, riding him, he held his
fingers to me.  I wanted to open his pants.  Say yes!  His finger working
up up inside me, his thumb right over my clit.  Oh god, fuck, melting under
his touch, my breathing was heavy.

   !!

   A noise in the kitchen, a shadow under the door.

   He let go, his fingers removed from under my skirt.  Pausing.  Our eyes
wide, looking.  Nothing.  Silence.  I am still standing there.  Watching
his hand, feeling it at my tummy, up along my front, over my T shirt,
higher, toward my breasts.  My little titties.  I felt his hand curling
beneath my breasts and down again, his hand spreading over my belly. 
Holding his hand there, I could imagine his thoughts.  Thinking of his
cock, right there inside me.

   The way he spread his fingers and pressed his hand over my belly, right
over my abdomen.  It's yours.  The way he held it, held me.  Owning me. 
His big sigh as he did it.  The desire, the want.  To be inside me, I
leaned forward pressing my belly into his hand.  How the want takes over.

   When, finally.

   I saw shadows again beneath the kitchen door.  "Mom!  Coming this way!"

   He knew my body.  I nearly gasped as his hand left my skin, we knew each
others body, each others smell.  Like a hunger, reaching into our very
being.  The sense of loss, his touch gone.

   Me.

   Me, just standing next to him.

   Blind to everything else.

   ----
Tomorrow:)

   *******************

   Safely in my room, I did not believe I would sleep at all that night.

   I was wrong.

   After everything, after walking, being outside, the heat - of every
variety imaginable.  The alcohol (I had had more), I actually fell into a
deep sleep and did not rouse.

   ***********************

   I woke next morning, suspended in that little window of time when you
cannot remember the past or present.  As I woke, this dawning awareness
rose in me.

   "Holy shit." I breathed as I lay in bed that morning staring at the
ceiling.

   The next thing I felt was sticky, having not showered the night before
after our last encounter; confirmed by running my fingers through my puss,
still damp and my hairs a bit spiky.  I gave a squeeze, ah, fuck.  Still so
wet.  The ache, still very much there.  How did I become such a dirty girl
this weekend?

   I could hear movement in the house, shuffling and thumps.  It was
Sunday. The bathroom, water running.  A rustling in the next room.  No way
was Nick up.  Mom and dad were getting ready, they would be leaving for
church.  Ha!  A swelling adrenaline rising, my heart patting away.

   I heard a door close and another, then steps down the stairs.

   We would be ALONE in the house all morning.  At least four hours!  They
went to church most Sundays and had lunch after.

   Alone.

   I turned to my side, looking down at my breasts, threw the sheet back,
my hips rising showing a little bush tucked between my legs.  I rolled onto
my back, wagging my knees in and out.  Biting my lower lip, lifting and
dropping my knees.  Scheming:

   He was probably still in bed.  Still sleeping.  I need to clean up
though, but ...Mmmmmm.  Nicky.  Nicky.  Nicky.  This warm feeling, an
exquisite expectancy came over me.

   Anticipation.

   Throwing my robe on I headed for the shower.  Still scheming, my mind
going a million miles a minute.  I could put on my nice red satin nightie,
mmmm, nothing else and nonchalant stroll in there.  Ha!  I am going to do
it!  I bet HE is naked under those sheets, sit down beside him, say 'good
morning sleepyhead.' My heart pounding, already my body started to tingle.

   The plan was forming along with my hearts quickening rhythm.  But I
wanted to clean up first, I was still such a mess, so I slipped into the
shower.  My skin feeling all electric and soft, shining in the water.  I
lathered, paying special attention to the mess between my legs.  I would be
wet again soon enough.  I put some sweet smelling lotion on, dried and
combed my hair.  A little lip gloss, dried my hair.

   How wrong was this?  Standing naked before the mirror holding a red
little nightie palm up in my hand.  This was it.  Red.  Oh fuck, and his
favorite color.  Right now, I didn't care, I felt tingling and hungry.  God
I wanted to feel his skin.  I may see his beautiful cock again!  The light
little camisole dropped down around my shoulder and over my hips, falling
right at my crotch.  I held the bottoms, looking at them.  Evil grin, and
tossed them onto my bed.  I was going to go in there in only this one
thing. It felt so light and silky, spinning my hips in the mirror.  I felt
completely naked, and from the waist down I was!

   I wanted it.  More than anything, than ever before.  Desire comes
through the eyes, he desired and he wanted to see me.

   I laughed at his blindfold.  Still scheming.  He would just have to wait
- to see.

   But...

   (Oh, I'd let him see, just not right away.)

   ---------------------

   I slipped silently into his room and he was still asleep.  I could
hardly even see!!  He lay so quiet, the sheet pulled up over him, the white
fabric drawing a line across his middle.  I could see his bare shoulders.
He was out, I knew what a sound sleeper he was and I carefully sat at the
edge of his bed looking at him.  Not moving, sitting so still.  Watching
his smooth easy breath.  My heart pounding so hard I shook, I could hardly
contain myself.  He did not move, was he faking?  I sat there watching him
breath.  No, he was asleep.

   I loved his room, taking it all in, so full of him.  I loved sitting on
his bed, feeling the sheets.  Drinking in his scent.  It was part of the
connection I had, for some reason I was so attracted, could feel it in my
stomach, that erotic feeling, the desire, at his scent.

   I slid a bit closer and - here it goes - lay my hand at his hip, held my
hand there, palm down and waited.  When, I felt him draw a longer breath,
felt his muscles tighten the smallest bit.  Knowing he felt something, and
I closed my hand a little, squeezed.

   "Hey sleepy," I cooed.  He began to turn.

   But I stopped him with my hand, pressing it against his hip, holding him
there.  Keeping him face down in his pillow.

   I said ever so soft, "No.  Don't.  Don't you move.  Stay like that."

   He paused, acclimating himself.  I could tell he still was not awake. 
But he lay still as I pushed and prodded at him gently, directing his body
how I wanted it, so he was face down on the mattress with his arms out at
his sides.  I reached to his nightstand and, looking down at him (he still
had not seen me) I said, "Close your eyes," taking the blindfold.  I did
not want him to see me yet.  "It's day two," I whispered in his ear and
slipped it over his eyes, securing them, making sure he could not peek.

   I went back to sitting by his hip, right beside him.  He was all mine!

   He began turning again and I said, "Just a sec."

   He paused again.

   "Ash?  What are you....doing."

   "I said Wait!" And again was pressing him so he continued laying on his
front and deftly slid across raising each of his arms above his head.  I
took a scarf and cinched his wrists together.  "There." And I had him tied.
I took another length of scarf and tied that between his wrists and then to
the middle of the headboard.

   He lay with the sheet across his hips, hands raised, with his wrists
tied loosely to the headboard.  He could have escaped if he wanted.

   "Ashley." He tugged a little, a little harder.  "What the hell?" Laying
with his arms above his head, he was quirking a smile as he said it.  I
know he knew.  He could feel how he was unable to move, knowing what I
said. Knowing our fantasies, what we had said.  What I was doing.

   With that I rubbed my hand over his shoulders, all trussed and
blindfolded, in nothing but my red camisole top.  "Good morning." I said it
again softly.  I had never felt so sexy in my life.  "Surprised?"

   Looking down at him I began tugging the sheet lower, revealing that he
actually was NOT naked.  With the sheet pulled all the way down it revealed
he was wearing a pair of white briefs.

   I began to giggle, taking glee in his vulnerable position, his little
boy underwear.  I teased him about his underwear.  Not boxers, but these
really small tight little briefs.  And White.  "Awww.  They're so cute." I
giggled and spanked his butt.  He rocked a bit back and forth, unable to
move.  "They look like girls panties." I giggled some more, was being so
bad; alleviating my nervousness and imagining his cock growing hard.

   As I giggled, I let my hand run down his spine, across his lower back,
scratching along as I went, and grasped the elastic of those briefs;
pulling them lower, exposing his butt.  "I'm going to take these off of you
now." I said it so matter of fact.

   He froze.  And as I tugged could feel them catch on his cock.  Oh god,
he WAS hard.  The briefs caught and held, he lifted his butt to aid my
effort.  I knew it.  I worked them down and he now lay naked for me.  I
turned myself toward him, all blindfolded, tied and now naked.

   "What should I do?" I whined in a little girl voice.  "We have ALL
morning.  Mom and dad are gone.  You HAVE to do whatever I want." It came
out with a pout.

   He said nothing.  Waiting.  I stood beside the bed and his head looking
blindly toward me trying to figure what I was up to next.  He did not know
I was wearing red, for some reason I loved that.  That it was the only
thing I had on.  I was already so wet I could not stand it.  I moved onto
the bed, this time lay myself down along his length, letting my body slide
up against him.  So good, feeling his skin through the thin silk.  Knowing
he felt the silky fabric of my camisole.

   "How about ...this?"

   "Oh, Asssshhhh." His voice was like a hiss.  The pleasure rippled from
him, I could feel it.  He said, "I want to see you.  I HAVE to see.  Oh
Ash."

   His words were met with sharp nails.

   "Bad Nicky," I said and delivered my punishment, leaving red streaks
across his back.

   Raising myself up and straddling his thighs, I dug my fingers in.  "How
about ...  Tickle Torture!  Tickle Torture."

   He convulsed, laughing.  I knew all his ticklish places and he bucked,
as I rode him, tickling away.  Screaming breathlessly the whole time,
"Stop! Ash.  Stop it."

   But I was cruel and relentless, he was turning now trying to buck me
off, lifting his butt in the air and turning himself.  Until, finally, he
succeeded!  I slipped off to the side, letting go, as he turned full onto
his back and no sheet covering him!

   AND

   There is was!

   Oh fuck.

   Yes.  That hard cock.  Sticking straight out, a bush of hair at its
base. I hadn't seen you for a whole day!  Silence filled the room, and it
was like time froze.  I reached my hand out and grasped his hard cock in my
hand, running my fingers along its length.  Worshiping, kneeling at his
side, licking my lips.

   I breathed in his ear, "You behave and you might get to." I gave his
cock a little squeeze and lay my head right at his tummy, the corner of my
lips resting at his navel, looking down his abdomen at the tip of his
delicious cock.  I began touching, playing, stroking, as I watched my hand
as if it were not mine; playing over his skin, feeling the warmth of his
belly on my cheek.  Taking in the wiry bush of dark hair from which his
beautiful cock sprang.  Nice and fat, his mushroom head.  The little line
at its tip.

   I loved the silence of the house, the emptiness, the aloneness, him and
me, him being in my power, the dirty play.  I slid my cheek down his
abdomen, lower, lower until I kissed the tip of his cock, felt his hairs
brushing my cheek and the sticky liquid on my lips.  Opening my mouth
around his shaft, I kept going.  His cock playing on my tongue, opening
around the head of his cock, feeling it fill my mouth, as I took his entire
length in.  He was in me, in my mouth.  My hungry little mouth.  I heard
him moan at my violation, the tip of his hips to me, the intake of breath,
his trembling heart.  All trussed up, tied and helpless, mine, mine mine. I
could do whatever I wanted.

   So.

   I sucked him, sucked his beautiful cock, bobbing my head up and down and
rolling over him, so I was on all fours, straddling his legs and sucking.
Taking him in as deep as I could, the feel of his cockhead pressing into
the back of my throat.  Needless to say there is no talking when your mouth
is full of cock.  And then I relented, let it go, and lay once more along
his length, curling into his warmth, drinking his body in, the feel of his
skin.  Our skin, my silk nightie the only thing between us in these soft
white sheets.  But he still could not see.  Pressing my weight to him, to
his front.  Working my face toward his, letting my hair fall around him,
feeling the bush of my cunny sliding along his thighs.  Delicious. 
Thinking, he knows I have no panties on now!  I could feel his cock leave a
trail of cum down my body as I rose to meet him.  We were eye to
blindfolded eye as I settled my bush over that beautiful cock.  Letting it
press in, between my hungry lips.  I could feel my juices leaking over it,
settling, settling, ahhh.  God so bad.

   "What should I do with you?" I asked, leaning up on my elbows, pressing
my pussy lips around his hard cock, looking at his lips, sliding the
littlest bit up and down.  "What should I do with you?" I said with this
dirty little mouth that had been sucking on cock, I kissed him soft.  A
soft and chaste little kiss.

   "You feel so fucking good." My Nicky said.

   I waggled my hips over his cock, let myself lay down on him feeling its
exquisite pressure on my mons.  "I thought you would like the 'breakfast' I
got for you!" Then pressed at his chest, pushed myself up until I was
sitting upright, letting the lips of my cunny slide around his girth
pushing down with my full weight, sitting up on top of him.  And once
again, running my hands over his body, sitting up on him, looking down at
him.  His arms above his head, unseeing, feeling his warm wetness.

   "A good boy like you, doing just what you are told, hmmm, what do you
deserve?  Hmmmm.  You want, um, to see me?"

   "Yes!  Yes Ash."

   "You do huh.  Just see?"

   "I...." he paused.  I was playing with him, toying with him.  Was there
a wrong answer?  There was no wrong answer little Nicky.  We were on the
glide path.

   And I reached up and slid the blindfold off, with no answer, staying
just where I was, sitting down on him returning my hands to his chest,
knees open and at his side.  The vision he saw was a disheveled little
brunette, perched on his naked body wearing a little red silk camisole and
nothing else.  Red.  Red.  Such a bad little sister.

   ------------------------------

   "Like it?" Holding my arms out, "I picked it out just for you."

   "Red." His voice cracking at the site of me.  I leaned down and gave my
Nicky another lingering kiss, less chaste this time.  He could not touch
me, but he could see me.  I so loved being looked at like that, moving my
body before him, his eyes on me.  No brotherly look today!  As I was
kissing him, I could feel myself sliding a bit, noticing how my pussy was
opening up over his cock, the hairs of my cunt brushing his bare skin as I
let myself undulate, rocking up and down.  Feeling his cock dig into my
clit.  I began to slide, mmmmm, masturbating that beautiful cock with my
cunt.  We were over the top, as I raised up high and could feel his tip
catch between my legs.

   "Nicky?" I whispered, it was a question.  "Should I?" His eyes wide,
looking into mine.  "Should I," looking down between us, "let you fuck me?"
All in the trill of my voice, the catch in my throat, our lips so close. 
My mouth hung open in front of his as I whispered f-u-ck.

   I was so hungry and I wanted to be fucked, wanted him to fuck me.  Let
him.  Feel him inside me.

   But.

   Not sure how, when, like this?  Right now.  Wait?  So many choices. 
God! My itch insatiable and I slid down hard letting my clit dig in, and he
was meeting each thrust, trying to get in me.  That first time, the hunger
so insatiable.  That first time with someone.  You want to fuck, but so
many ways.  Tearing each others clothes off, or standing against a wall, or
in the car, can't even wait to lay down.  Pulling at each other, like
starving and suddenly this room full of food.  You want everything all at
one time, and it is just overwhelming.

   I willed myself, to wait!  and lifting my cute little ass, slid away.

   "Want to SEE more Nicky?" I was talking as our lips were pressed
together, and pushing myself up to my knees over him began to move up his
chest on my knees, until I was straddling his face.  "You look so hungry.
Such a good boy.  I have a little something for you." And his eyes on my
open dripping cunt, my swollen pink lips.  "That Breakfast I promised," as
I settled over his mouth.  Oh, fucking god, my camisole all spread out.

   He nosed in between my legs and began licking, laying his mouth over my
pussy.  I sat myself down onto his face, and watched him disappear into my
kitty.  Feeling him slide his tongue, split me open, lapping on me and
ground myself into him.  Oh fuck, so good.  Dropping my nightie over his
face, not seeing him there, just a tongue moving inside me.  The nightie
spread out around my hips.  Oh god, invisible tongues.  But then those eyes
and I would raise up my hem, giving myself to him, his eyes on me.  Those
eyes.

   Saying to no one in particular, "I can't believe this is happening." I
wanted to ask if he loved me, I felt that so strong.  This love, but I did
not.  We could never do this again, or I wanted to believe, I wanted to say
that too but knew better.  No promises, don't think.  We can't be doing
this.  A pair of little animals, our bodies reacting to the other just the
way they should.  I am horny, I want this.  He wants this.  It should not
be happening, does it even matter?  How would we ever stop, I could not
imagine ever stopping.  I pictured us living forever together.  The feel of
him, reverential, the way he lapped at me, my pussy juices on his tongue.
Feeding him with my pussy.  With this stream of consciousness I am sure I
said some things, I could not tell what I said out loud and what I did not.
Cannot tell his words, or grunts, the smell of us.  Of US.

   "You like it?  You like the way I taste?" I think I said this, but he
could not talk.  A few times I felt him rocking around and realized I had
become so distracted, or squeezed my thighs together to tightly and he
could not breath.  HA.  Such a bad sister!  After who knows how long it
was, but I began to move away, sliding back down his body looking down at
him.  His eyes meeting mine.  Lifting my hem and looking at him, until with
one swish I lifted my nightie right off and threw it beside the bed.

   His eyes looking up, across my cunt, my breasts, my eyes.

   "You are so beautiful." He said that.  "So incredible."

   And I wanted to prance around the room, to dance, do a cart wheel.  I
felt like a little kid.  And I lay myself back down his front, breakfast
was over, hugging to him.  Curling to his body, his little girl.  I felt a
little selfish looking at those hands, realizing how I wanted them on me, I
wanted to be held and stroked.  I wanted him to make love to me.  Fuck me.
I wanted his body, his cock, his tongue, his fingers in me.  I felt his
cock poking up between my legs again as I lay and bobbing my ass around,
felt his body tensing and reaching, as I let the tip of his cockhead press
against me.  Opening my legs wider, spreading my legs for him and letting
myself rock back.  Bullseye!  I literally hurt with desire.  Picturing him
inside my belly.  Oh.  He wanted it, wanted it bad.  His cock had its own
mind, and lifting my hips up, wham!  I trapped him down, pinning it with my
mons to his abdomen.  Such a tease!

   "What you want Nicky?  You want to fuck me?  You almost did that time."

   I opened my legs wide, positioning his cock right at my opening one more
time so he could see it.  Letting my cunny kiss his tip, dropping and
bobbing over him, the slightest pressure until I felt myself open.  A
little far that time.

   I had my head tipped to the side, "Tell me."

   "Yes."

   "Say it."

   "We shouldn't you know."

   "I know.  Say you want to fuck me.  You want it?"

   "You know I do."

   "What you want Nicky?"

   "Oh, Ash, let me fuck you.  I want you.  To Fuck you.  I want to be
inside you.  I want to hold you.  Let me hold you."

   I kissed him deep and felt my entire insides go liquid, his eyes were on
fire.  We lay looking at each other, wary animals, open in every way.  And
I let myself sink, let him sink deep into me.  The surprise when I did it!
Feeling his cockhead stretch me nice.  Holding my cunny at his cock oh, his
head popping in, turning it this way and that, feeling him just inside, the
pressure and then slipping.  Oops!  And feeling the head of his cock
sliding through the wet folds of my labia, kissing him down there.  Oh god,
and then all over again.  Tease, such a tease.

   My breasts were pressed to his chest, by tummy wet with sweat and he was
in me again.  My hair tangled and fallen around his face.  Deeper, letting
him in.  I kissed him again, rested my forehead on his chest.  Watching. 
Watching it inside, lifting up so I could see and the bump of our sexes. 
Held him there.  He was thick, and I was stretched further than ever
before. I held to him, my cunt opening around his cock.  Impaled Could feel
his cockhead twitching inside.  His hips moving, in and out, the littlest
bit.  The tug and stretch, the bump of my clit in his tangle of hair.  I
wanted to lay like this forever, seriously, for eternity.  I thought I
might pass out.  Fucking.  Fucking.

   As I lay like that, his voice, "Ash, untie me."

   To never stop, never end.  Ever and Ever.  That poison deep inside him,
inside me, us.  Never more.  Only wanting and flesh and hope, and future.
Cum.  Not a load spent, his cum already inside me.  Feeling it leak out my
cunt.  His body relaxed.  This, only this.  One.

   We were on the glide path.

   As I lay on his front, legs open, clinging to his body, I reached up
above his head and began to untie.  His wrists coming loose, his hands fell
down around me, pulling me tight.  So fast little boy.  Almost violent. 
Pulling me, his hands were on me.  I was his.  All his.

   I said to Nicky then, "There.  I gave you your fantasy.  My turn."

   And rising up, feeling him deep inside, riding him like a good little
cowgirl, grinding, feeling him so deep.  I wanted him so far inside, to
feel him pressed to my cervix.  I wanted it.  To cum.  He was all eyes and
hands now.  Eyes and hands.  He slowly lay his hands at each side of me,
holding my bare hips moving them to the middle of my back and down over my
butt, tugging at my body, rocking me over his cock.  He was touching me
now, everywhere, could not get enough, like he did last night.  I turned to
my side, so we lay beside each other, his cock still riding inside, holding
myself to his body, we were one.  Together.

   "I'm all yours today.  You can do anything you want to me."

   We lean back and his hands found my breasts.  He squeezed.

   "They're kind of small." I pouted.  An apology?

   "They are so perfect Ash.  I've wanted to do this for so long."

   True?  I say, "They are still growing.  You can tell because my nipples
still have this kind of poofy look.  See?" We are laying like this,
exploring, as his cock is squeezed up inside me, right in my belly.

   He took his hands away and I leaned near to him, he was lifting up his
head and took my nipple in his mouth.  Suckling me.  Oh, it felt so good.
The tug at my teat, and each suck giving a twang in my cunny.  God how I
love that.  Sucking and fucking.

   His thrusts began again as he sucked.  At one point he held me on each
side of my face, giving me these sweet repeated deep kisses as we fucked. I
would pull away and let him find me again, over and over and over.  I loved
the feel of his breath on my skin, his smell.  How hot we were, moist,
liquid and slippery.  I kept thinking how I never wanted this to end as he
alternately kissed me and moved inside me.

   I began rocking my hips meeting his thrusts, hungrier and hungrier,
grinding my cunt against him, curling my leg around his pulling him in
until my clit hit bone and I drew little circles, and short little lines.
Digging my clit into him.  Until I got the rhythm just right.  We had never
been together, but I knew his body, how right how we fit.  I was so wet and
could hear the sounds of us sliding together, this sucking of our bodies,
how I stretched - like a flower - spreading open, my pink center was his -
so delicious - this open mouth.

   Then I felt him rolling me onto my back, moving on top of me.  Wow, he's
strong I thought.  The weight of him pressing to the mattress.  His muscles
tight, pressed up above me.  His low voice, it's wonderful growl, "Open
your legs."

   ------------------------------

   "I knew this would happen," as I settled in and brought my knees up,
spreading them wide.  He lay between my open legs and I watched him lift
his torso up, eyes on me.  Looking at my naked body.  At his cock sliding
out, leaving me, slick and shiny, almost out all the way.  And then sliding
his whole length back inside.  Without control my body melting and this
long "Ahhhhh," the air just leaving my body.

   And again, his length leaving me, sliding out and its whole length back
in again, I held my mouth to his ear, "Now I want you to fuck me.  Yes. 
Push.  You're going to fuck ME.  Cum in me.  I want it, feel you inside. 
Cum.  Do it."

   His guttural moan as he moved on me faster, "Cum with me."

   He was rocking against me, my little body moving - undulating -
quivering - beneath him.  Sliding up the mattress with each thrust.  So
much smaller than he was, I realized this.  It felt like the first time. 
His body rising and falling, thrusting against me.  He was not looking at
me anymore, not at anything.  Feeling my body, pounding me.  Silence, the
sound of the bed, the mattress, the clink of the headboard.  My hair spread
out about my face, his Medusa.  Eating him.  Taking him, feeling it all. 
Faster and faster.  The bump of our sexes as we came together.  Pressing
ourselves to one another in this surf washing in on shore, different each
time....the same.  Our smells merging, yielding, the way I opened and
closed around me, he was stabbing my open wet mouth.  And his body tense
and hungry, the bump of our sexes when we were penetrated her completely.

   The sweat of our tummies sliding together.  The touch of my breasts
against his.  The kiss, the wet open mouth of our kiss.

   I let my hands drift lower, caressing his ass, touching the little
indent at the crack of his ass, feeling the rise and fall, the tension in
his body.  Opening myself wider and digging in, oh that's it.  That's the
spot.  yes.  yes.  I breath out, moving faster.  "Yes.  Yes.  Keep going,
cum in me.  That's it."

   My mound is hitting it just right, oh god, yes.  He is pounding down,
panting.  Hitting it.  Oh, yeah and my whole body trembling, my stomach
clenching, squeezing my thighs so tight.  So tight.

   "God you are so tight."

   "Yes, baby, keep going.  Yes."

   His low, oh, yes, "I'm going to cum." He says.

   "Yes baby.  Cum in me, cum in me."

   I reach down between his legs and my fingers between his legs, can feel
his balls.  Oh god.  His body tensing.

   Faster, I am after it too, and our bodies trembling together.

   When.

   It all goes.  He is right there, oh right at .....So incredible and I
can feel the cum beginning to spray.  Oh god, we are cumming.

   Everything, it all vanishes.  The heat.  I see white.  I am claws and
fur.  We watch.  I watch his eyes glaze, an anger overtakes his body.  I
watch his shoulders fall forward and lurch back, his body jerking over me.
And I can feel myself tremble, holding, holding, oh yes that's it.  And it
all washes over me.  Oh fucking god.

   "Oh, baby, oh, so....." and the wave of orgasm, the spasm of cum.  I
want him, I want it.  It explodes, and my body twitching, curling me in
half.  The cum, instantly changing the texture of our bodies sliding
together, the squish and slosh, the tension inside.  He lays down on me,
exhausted.  His head off to the side and I kiss his ear, he turns and I am
holding my mouth open touching his lips with mine.

   And as we settle, breathing long deep breaths, we are still clinging,
clinging to one another; still wrapped around each other.  He is still
inside!  Oh God still there.  Don't leave me.  My hair is all stuck to
everything.  My eyes cannot focus, I want to lay like this all day.  So
fucking incredible.  And then, weirdly, we notice each other.  Smile,
laugh. Touch our mouths together, I give his tonue a little bite.

   I can feel cum running down my legs, I look at us.  We are naked. 
Remember what we are doing.  Cum is running all over the bed.  His cock,
soft, plops out.  He rolls off me now.

   Laying dissolved, disheveled and naked in our bed.

   --------------------

   That day when mom and dad came home, we were sitting in the porch again.
Like a postcard, innocent, flowers and plants.  Sunlight streaming in. 
But...If one looked close enough, you would know.  We smiled, sighed.  Our
cheeks glowed, and the air in our voice when we said we were having a nice
day.

   The project?  Oh, the project.  Yes.

   Oh yes, going perfect.  Perfect.  My Nicky sitting there with that
bindfold on.

   Why hasn't Nicky left yet.

   We turn a little toward them.  Oh, well, Nicky can stay this evening,
the night.  Yes.

   Well, Nicky can stay one more night.  He has some time in the morning.
Yes, one more night.  He does not need to go home today.

   Yes!

   They wander off satisfied, noticing nothing.

   -----------------------

   I woke slowly, could feel the gentle rocking of the mattress in the
pitch dark.  We agreed, this time, he would sneak in MY room.  Convincing
ourselves we could be quiet, that my room was the quieter room.  I felt
myself wrapped in his powerful arms.  Tonight, for him, I lay naked
waiting.

   God, he was so hard, I could feel its length running up my spine.  That
beautiful cock.  I felt giddy at where I was.

   His hands moving across my hip, curling his fingers so their tips
tickled my bush.

   "Ash?" His kiss at my cheek.  His breath at the corner of my mouth when
I felt the head of his cock tuck nicely between my legs.  So fast! 
Positioning himself behind me, mmmmmm, god.  Fuck, I could feel it
slipping, finding its mark, oh and tipping my ass back, meeting him. 
That's it.  Yes.  Oh, so hard, thick up inside from behind.  My breath
caught in my throat, oh god.

   His cock, once nestled so nice, he slid back and forth, back and forth,
and with each pass I could feel myself open.  Tipping my ass back to meet
him, aahhhh.

   "So bad." I breathed as I swatted him.  It became impossible to stay
still as he rolled me onto my front and I pushed my ass up into the air,
got up on all fours.  Reading my mind as I picture what we look like he
says, "I want to ride you." His low whisper, and I felt him tug my hair and
fuck me like this, legs wide on all fours.  Taking what he wanted from me,
he was so hungry and aroused.  His beautiful cock riding inside.  The pitch
dark, we were both blindfolded in the night.

   Oh god, that itch.  Oh god, play, move on me.  Oh, how I wanted this.

   His movement a bit faster, and a sudden, "Oh baby, I'm going to cum!"
His low moan.

   I encouraged, "Cum in me baby.  Yeah, I want it.  You can do it." Yeah,
today I was his fuck toy.  My fertile little belly, that's it.  Yes.  I
could feel him fall down over my back and hold me to him, feel his cum
filling me, squishing into me.  Oh god, fill my belly.  I had momentary
thoughts of babies, of being together with him forever.  How it would be,
secret lovers forever.

   His body relaxing, he slid to my side, his cock still shiny and hard. 
And taking the opportunity, still being a hungry girl, I rolled over the
top of him and took my own way with him.  My turn, and impaled my body on
his cock, holding him to me, grinding down hard and took my pleasure before
he got too soft.  My clit already knowing his body, already so frazzled, a
breath in the right place could shatter me with orgasms.  My body ached,
was sore.  I felt all stretched inside, sensitive.  Like glass, hot glass.

   He watched me, I could see the glow of his eyes as I kissed him, as I
rode him expertly to a delicious little orgasm.  My little clit already
knowing where to go, squeezing and squeaking as I came.

   And then more to myself, "We have to be quiet." And added then, "God I
am a mess!  What a slut I've been."

   I turned on a light, stood naked right beside him.  His hand hung out
and he pressed my puss, the sore ache of his hand there.  Ahhhh.  I backed
away, went into the little bathroom and found some water.

   I took a washcloth and wiped myself down all over, pressed the warm damp
cloth between my legs and moaned.  God I am still so fucking aroused,
looking back into the bedroom.  His body curving the sheet.  I would be
getting back in there with him, knowing.  We will be fucking like this all
night.  Oh god I will be fucking shredded.

   And quirking a grin now at my face, wide eyes, swollen lips, my dark
chocolate hair was an absolute tangle.  My breasts chewed on, little
scratch marks.  The dark fluff of my puss, all swollen.

   Yes, that blindfold.  What a romp, and we never lost that blindfold.


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