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 Title: Common Desires



   Summary: How close will a brother and sister become when they are forced
to share a bedroom?
Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,young,hot





   New Apartment

   My parents bought a beautiful high-rise apartment when I turned eighteen
-"not as a gift for me, damn it.  When I entered their new home, the
wide-open kitchen was to the left, the large dining room to the right, and
the living room straight across.  There was a lot of room for several
couches, a pool table, desk, shelves, and other things if you knew how to
manage your space.  Hallways to the left and right ended in master
bedrooms. Along the way, there were closets, one small office, and a
laundry room.  The place was great, but there was a problem, and it wasn't
a small problem.  It was a big fucking problem.

   "There are only two bedrooms," I said.  "Is Wendy going to sleep in a
closet or your office?"

   "Fuck you," my younger sister said.

   "Language," Dad said, snapping his warning at his only daughter. 
"Jamie, if you haven't moved out in two years, I'll make sure that you do
in four, with or without a degree.  Wendy, you're out in five.  This place
is for your mother and me."

   "This saves us the long commute through traffic," Mom said.  Her eyes
were alight with visions of interior design as she walked about her new
home.  "Everything we need is within walking distance." Mom continued
talking about the conveniences of moving to the city.

   I stopped listening, I'd heard it before.

   "Your plan is for Wendy and me to share a room." I directed my
authoritative gaze at my parents as if my eyes had the power to influence
them when my words did not.  "What are we, children?"

   "Yes," Mom and Dad said at once.

   Wendy scowled and growled and mumbled obscene statements under her
breath.

   "You'll share a room for a year or two," Dad said, "and that will be all
the motivation that you need to get your own place." He looked pleased with
himself.  "Or it will bring you guys closer together.  Either way, the pair
of you will be out of our hair in five years."

   "You're very compassionate, Dad.  You show a lot of love."

   I looked at my petite sister.  She glared at me with the blue-eyed
danger of a strawberry blonde beauty that most men would find alluring.  I
found it bitchy.  We were siblings: how much closer could we get?

   One Year Later

   A lot of things can happen in one year.  Wendy graduated from high
school.  She turned eighteen.  She enrolled in the city's prominent
university alongside me.  I didn't move out.

   "They're fucking again," Wendy said.  She stood by my telescope, looking
through the eyehole at the high-rise across from us.  "It's the third time
this week that they've left their lights on."

   We shared a large bedroom.  Our beds were on the same side, with mine
closest to the windows, and separated from each other's by tall
back-to-back bookshelves for limited privacy.  The other half of the room
had a pair of desks, a futon facing our windowed-wall, some dressers for
clothes, our shared bathroom.

   "Third time this week?" I asked.  My desk lamp was on.  I held a graphic
novel in my hands, which I set to the side.

   "Yeah." Wendy half-spoke the word to me.  I'm an after-thought in her
world when we find two people screwing, but I barely exist when it's these
two people she catches fucking.

   People can grow accustomed to a lot of things after one year of forced
cohabitation.  I lay shirtless on my bed, wearing a pair of basketball
shorts, nothing else.  I had often caught Wendy eyes on my body that first
month I had gone shirtless.  I had offered, "You can touch my abs if you
want."

   "Gross," she had said.

   "Don't be a pervert.  You're always looking, might as well have a feel."

   She didn't accept my offer, and I didn't catch her curious glances as
often as before.  I don't know if it was due to how much time we were
spending together or if she had improved her sneakiness, but I did feel her
eyes on me more often than I saw them.

   Right now, Wendy wore a floral robe that she would never have worn six
months ago.  The hem dropped just below her small butt, and she pranced
around quickly on her long legs without a thought for how the hem rose, but
that was nothing compared to what we were used to seeing from each other.

   She often saw me in my boxer-briefs while she wore only her bra and
panties or a crop top and panties, though her outfits no longer drew my
eyes the way they once had -"something I had hidden better than she had. 
Short of nudity, our bare skin no longer bothered us.  Nudity wouldn't have
bothered me at this point, but I wasn't going to test that out just for
laughs.

   "He has her against the glass," Wendy said.  "He's naked.  She's in a
cocktail dress." Her breath caught.  "He's fucking her hard.  I can see it
in her face and the way her tits move against the glass.  She's so small
compared to him, but she loves it."

   I looked toward our windowed-wall and across the expanse to the opposite
building.  I could only see lighted apartments, but if I wanted to, I could
grab the high-powered binoculars I had bought for the nights when we
watched other couples together.  I don't think this was the closeness our
father had in mind, but this was the closeness we had found.

   "You should go to the living room," Wendy whispered.  The eyepiece was
level with her gaze.  Her small hands rested on her thighs.  Her fingers
itched at her robe.  "You should go."

   "You should go to the bathroom," I said, fighting my body's reaction to
the hushed, soothing way she spoke her words.

   "I can't watch from there." Wendy didn't look at me, but her voice held
no shame.  As I said, you can get used to a lot of things when you're
forced to share a room with someone, even your sister.  "Come on?  I
promise I won't take long."

   "Take your notebook with you."

   Wendy fidgeted her legs, dancing from one tip-toe to the other.  Her
smooth, soccer-toned thighs flexed, becoming taut whenever she rose on that
foot.

   "You're an ass." She left my telescope and walked to her side of the
room, where I could hear her digging through her drawers.  She found what
she was looking for, and she walked to the bathroom with her notebook and
earphones in one hand and her G-spot, vibrating friend in the other.

   "Take your time," I called after her.

   "I might as well," she called back.  She stopped halfway through the
door and looked at me.  "I better not find you looking at them, got it?"

   I shrugged.

   "I mean it.  It's not fair."

   "Fine."

   I kept my word -"as hard as it was -"while Wendy enjoyed her alone time
in our restroom.  There would be other days to watch the couple across the
street.  There were always other days when it came to those two.

   Conversations in the Dark

   "Hey, Jamie, you awake?" Wendy asked me about an hour after we went to
bed.

   "Trying not to be."

   "Do you think they know people are watching them?"

   I sighed loud enough for my sister to hear.  "Are we going to have this
conversation every time you get off to them?"

   "No," Wendy said.  I could picture her shaking her head at me, glaring
too.  "Well, do you?"

   "Come over here if we're talking." I looked at our high ceiling.  "The
echoes remind me of a church."

   "Mom and Dad can't hear us." Her sheets rustled as she got out of bed.
"These rooms are soundproof."

   "I don't like the echo."

   Wendy walked around our bookshelf-wall, moonlight illuminating her pale
body.  Tonight she wore a small purple crop top that left her flat stomach
bare and a pair of light purple panties with a stringed waistline.  Her
strawberry hair and pale skin gave her a clean look, but I knew she had
showered after her time in the restroom.  She always looked fresher after
getting wet.

   She lay on her stomach next to me, a foot to the side and no more than
two down.  The moonlight brightened her lower back, and the skin of her
partially exposed butt cheeks, the rest of her legs.  Her blue eyes glowed
in the silvery darkness.

   It wasn't just the echo or the need to talk louder that made me call her
over to my bed.  I liked looking at my little sister, and I knew she would
come to my bed when told.  She always did now that we were comfortable with
each other.  And she always lay above my covers.

   "I want to meet them," Wendy said.  She interlocked her fingers and
rested her chin on her hands.  Her light sprinkling of red freckles
glittered across her skin.

   "Are you crazy?"

   "Why not?"

   "I don't know," I said.  "Go do it and tell me about it."

   "Maybe." She paused.  "I bet it's a rush to be watched.  I've been going
online, to camming sites.  Some of those girls have thousands of men
watching them while they fuck themselves silly.  Some only tease.  It looks
like fun."

   "Don't even think about it." I glanced at her.  "You'll end up with
videos on the internet, and those don't come down." I turned on my side,
facing her.  "I've had sex in a public place.  Once."

   "Tell me about it."

   "What's to tell?  It was public."

   "Boring." Wendy rose to her elbows, her neckline dropping.  I didn't
look, but I did not, not look, either.  I could see her upper chest, but
the rest of her remained hidden from my eyes.

   "It wasn't public-public, but there was a chance at being seen." I
tilted my head back and forth.  "It was in a carport at Chandra's
apartment. Second level."

   Wendy stared at me, expecting.  "Well?"

   "Well, what?"

   "Details."

   "You need to get laid," I said.  "Or your friends do so you can ask them
about it."

   "Do you know how hard it is to get laid with Dad watching me all the
time?" Wendy asked.  "Hard.  So fucking hard that it hasn't happened yet.
Share your details, mister." She pushed my upper leg several times, shaking
it.  "Share, share, share-share-share." She chanted her words in sing-song.

   "Share what?" I asked, smiling as she danced her head around.

   "What was she wearing?"

   "A football jersey and a pair of short shorts." I've never forgotten
that night.  "We were coming back from a sports bar.  I drove her car
because I couldn't drink."

   "Did you?"

   "Drink?" I shook my head.

   "Pussy."

   "Speaking of," I continued.  "Chandra fooled around with me while I
drove." My sister's eyes locked on mine with a keen sense of attention. 
Was she picturing this?  Probably.  "When we got -""

   "How did she fool around?"

   "She undid her shorts," I said, my eyes focusing on Wendy's backside
without moving from her face as the memory came back to me.  "She asked me
if I wanted her to masturbate."

   "Did you?"

   The whisper of Wendy's question sent a thrill through my body.  It
started at my heart and rippled outward, breaking into fine lines that
zigged and zagged like crooked streams of light under my skin.  The tip of
my cock tingled, and I had to suppress a sigh of pleasure.

   "Yes, I did," I said.  "So, she did.  She wore these tiny white panties
that matched her white shorts.  It was more string than anything else."

   "I've got a few pairs of those," Wendy said, more to herself than to me.

   "I know." She looked at me.  I looked at her and then I continued
speaking.  "Anyway, she played with herself until we reached the carport.
Yellow lights gave the cement a dull, copper glow.  She got out of the car,
wobbling, and bent over the hood."

   "Were you nervous?"

   "A little." We spoke with soft voices.  There was no danger of getting
into trouble, but it felt like there was.

   "Then what?"

   "Then we" -"I looked away from my sister -""fucked."

   She kept quiet for a minute and then asked, "What did it feel like?"

   "How am I supposed to describe that?"

   "Not what she felt like," Wendy said, pushing my leg again.  "What did
it feel like to be in the open?"

   "Scary, but exciting," I said, "like standing on the edge of a building.
My palms tingled, the soles of my feet, and every sound set off a burst of
adrenaline through my body.  I got into it.  I wanted to finish as fast as
possible, and I wanted to get seen, and I didn't want it to end.  I was
fucking her so hard that our bodies were slapping together.  I thought I
was going to blackout when I started to come."

   "Sounds hot." Her voice was far away, as were her eyes.

   "It was," I said.  "I need a girlfriend."

   Wendy laughed.  She rose on all fours and pushed herself to her knees. A
loud yawn escaped her lips.  She arched her back, looking upward and raised
her arms.  Her shirt rode her stomach, stopping below her small breasts,
the barest of roundness visible beneath the hem.  With her head back, she
yawned again, giving me a long view of the purple triangle covering her
mound.  Her soft lips pressed against the thin cloth, forming a perfect
double crescent in raised relief outlining the valley within.

   I looked away before she finished yawning.

   Later that night, very quietly, I masturbated in bed.  I looked through
the window, toward the apartments we often watched, forcing myself to
imagine the figures that were too far away to see, so I wouldn't imagine
the person who was closer to me.

   Time

   Time went by.  My sister and I continued watching our neighbors.  We
walked around partially dressed in our room, unspoken eye-candy for each
other.  We took turns leaving the other alone whenever we caught a couple
making love in their own private world, but we always watched that one
couple together.  Always together.

   We wore less and less covering when we hid behind our locked door,
making sure to throw on more appropriate clothing whenever we left our
sanctuary.  We didn't draw attention to these phenomena, but I knew my
sister was aware of our actions as surely as I was.

   Sometimes I thought that she was trying to get me to look at her. 
Sometimes she watched the world through our telescope in nothing but her
bra and panties, asking me if I thought someone was watching her or us as
we spied upon others.

   There were times she left the bathroom door slightly open while she
showered.  After a few of these incidents, I did the same.  I may have
mistaken her odd smile at this as something more than what it was, but I
wanted to believe that she knew I left the door open -"for her.  When I
toweled off, I did so in front of my mirror, watching myself, asking myself
a silent question I never answered.  Did she do the same?  Would I find the
courage to look through the crack in the doorway and into the mirror one
day?  Would she?

   New Friends

   I arrived home early one evening after my study group cut our session
short.  Mom stood in the kitchen, cooking several dishes.  Dad was in the
living, doing Dad stuff with a beer and touchscreen remote.

   "Home early," she said.  "Are you going to eat with us tonight, or hide
in your room with your sister?"

   "Hide," I said, giving her a one-armed hug.  "There's not much to do in
the living room anymore.  Between my computer, laptop, tablet, and phone,
I'm set.  Put a fridge next to my toilet, and I would live in the
restroom."

   "That's gross, dear," Mom said, pushing me along with her hip.  "Dinner
in ten, I'm not coming to get you."

   I stopped outside of my bedroom, knowing the door would be locked.  I
knocked, which was nothing new, and my parents probably thought I was
acting polite.  As far as I knew, they had no idea that we locked our door
behind us, a habit we silently agreed upon since living together.

   I thought I was going to have to knock again before Wendy opened the
door inward enough to stick only her head around the corner.  "Get in," she
said, her face covered in an intricate, butterfly-style domino mask.

   "What are you wearing?" I asked before laying eyes on the rest of her
outfit.  She wore a bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings that I thought
were sheer, but they were a tight mesh of material that gave her clothing a
glossy under-finish and the illusion of nudity.

   "Shush," Wendy said, putting her forefinger to my lips.  "I met them."

   "Who?" I asked, pushing her hand away.

   She answered by stretching her painted lips into a smile and swinging
her eyes to the right, toward our window and the outside world.  It took me
a second to understand what she was saying.

   "Are you fucking crazy?"

   "No." She put her hands on my chest.  "I'm curious.  I've been to their
building a few times, I saw the girl, and then I met her." She shrugged,
rolling her shoulders backward, which caused the small handfuls of her
breasts to puff outward.

   "Met her?" I asked.  "That's some stalker shit right there."

   "Shut up," Wendy said.  "I had coffee with the girl.  Her name is Holly.
She introduced me to her boyfriend; his name is Alex.  They're sweet, in
their mid-twenties.  Professionals."

   I stepped back, looking her up and down.  My sister's stark white skin
glowed compared to the dark black she wore.  She had dropped her hands
behind her back and swayed her shoulders front-to-back, waiting for me to .
. .  to what?

   "Why are you dressed like that?" I asked.

   Wendy's smile deepened.  She spread her arms and turned.  Her panties
covered her butt cheeks, fitting snugly against her, and she was wearing an
elegant ensemble, sexy in a classy manner, and sensual, with a mature
taste.

   "I want people to see me," Wendy said.  She touched her mask.  "So my
face isn't known if Holly records me, but I trust her."

   "Record you?" I looked at her bed.  Her laptop lay on the center of her
mattress, with her microphone, speakers, and wireless webcam nearby.  "What
are you doing?"

   "I'm camming with Holly." She clapped her hands together.  "But we're
making her wait.  Come on.  I'll introduce you to her."

   Wendy walked onto her bed and dropped cross-legged in front of her
laptop.  Her panties hugged her soft mound tightly, creating two puffy
hills and a narrow valley for my eyes to get lost in.  She pressed her
touch-screen with finesse, and Holly's voice shot through the speakers.

   "Welcome back," Holly said, her excitement loud in the room.

   "Sorry, my" -"Wendy looked at me -""boyfriend came home early."

   I dropped my head to my left shoulder, my eyes asking her, What?

   "Come here," Wendy said, waving me over.  "Come here, Jamie."

   I walked to the side of the bed.  Wendy turned the laptop my way.  On
the screen stood a sharp woman, mixed-Asian, but I didn't know which blend
of exotic she was.  Her raven black hair helmeted an elfish face, but her
blue eyes added a surreal quality to her appearance.  She wore a lacey
half-bra that didn't cover her dark nipples.  They were thick and hard,
capping her breasts that were smaller than my sisters, but appeared bigger
than they were on her small frame.

   "Holly, this is my boyfriend, Jamie," Wendy said, she grabbed her webcam
and pointed it at me.

   I raised my hand in front of my face.  "Hello," I said, shaking my head
at my sister's lack of discretion for my face ending up on the internet.

   Holly's laugh came across the speakers.  "Shy?  Shy guys are cute."

   "He's home early," Wendy said.  "I think we have somewhere to go, right,
honey?"

   "Right," I said, after a minute.

   "Aw," Holly said.  "Alex will be home soon too.  I was going to suggest
we play together on camera, now that your boyfriend can have some fun with
us."

   "Next time," Wendy said.  "Promise."

   Holly and my sister exchanged goodbyes, and Wendy clicked her computer
off.  She took off her mask.  Her eyes sparkled, her smile nearly
overtaking her face.  I shook my head, laughing at her in silence.

   "Boyfriend?" I asked.

   "Well," Wendy said, biting her lower lip.  She tapped her palms against
her knees in some off-tempo beat.  "Holly invited me to her place to meet
Alex.  I panicked because I knew what she wanted.  I said I had a
boyfriend. You."

   "Me."

   "I want to be watched," Wendy said, "by someone other than you."

   "I don't watch you." I could feel color staining my cheeks.  I hoped my
tan was enough to keep my embarrassment hidden.  It wasn't.

   "You know what I mean," Wendy said, looking away from me.  "I want to be
watched as we watch them."

   "Play together?"

   "I don't know." Her words came out deflated, a question, and a
statement. "I panicked.  You're going to have to leave the room."

   "Bull shit." I looked through my bookshelf and across to the other
building.  "Do they know we watch them?"

   "Yes," she squeaked, the sound underlined by an elongated tremor.  She
grabbed a pillow and held it against her body like a shield.

   "I don't want to know what that conversation was like." I dropped down
onto Wendy's bed.  "What kind of shit have you gotten us into?"

   "I don't know," Wendy answered.  She chewed her lip, looking everywhere
but at me.  "I think I may have made a date with them."

   "You think?" I asked.  "You or we?"

   "Us."

   "And it took me a while to get used to seeing you in thongs." I sighed.
"And she wants us to play together."

   Wendy sat in silence, eyeing me.  I returned her gaze.  Unspoken
questions lingered in her eyes.  I'm sure they did in mine as well.  They
tumbled about my head, but I refused to let them take form, forcing the
letters to float about in a muddled collage of strange wordings.  Wendy
pursed her lips, swishing them from side-to-side.  She rolled her eyes in a
continuous upward half-pipe.

   I ended our standoff by taking a shower.

   Closing the Distance

   Our lights were off.  Wendy watched the world through our telescope,
still wearing only her bra, panties, and thigh-highs.  She hadn't left the
room, and I brought her dinner, and I took away her plates.  She exchanged
a few emails with Holly, but the webcam stayed off.  The darkness in our
room kept us hidden.  The light shining from Holly's and Alex's room
allowed us to spy on them.

   "Go do something," Wendy said.  "Give me some privacy."

   "No." I lay on my bed, watching her in the moonlight.  Her aesthetic
leanness hinted at her muscles.  In certain stances they stood taut and
hard, while in others they turned soft, rippling beneath her skin like a
swimmer pushing a wave of water in front of them.

   "Please?" she asked, in a pouting, begging tone.

   "Not tonight." I admired her butt.  Her panties covered her round hills,
but in my mind they kept shrinking, melting away into a string that slid
between the narrow crevice parting her ass cheeks.  "You're obsessed.  It's
not healthy."

   "Live a little with me," she said.  "Or get out."

   "No." Live a little with her?

   "Go to my bed for a while," Wendy said.

   "Why?" I asked.

   She hugged herself, rubbing her arms up and down her limbs.  I pictured
goosebumps rising under the passing of her touch.  Her legs shimmied, her
heels rose and fell, walking in place without moving forward, and her
paleness stood out against the background of our room.  I wanted to replace
her arms with mine.

   "I'm going to play with myself." There was no shame in her declaration.
"Go hide behind the bookshelves."

   "And if I don't?"

   "Then" -" a silence stretched thin between us -""you can watch me play."

   Would she let me?  I didn't know, but I did get out of bed, and I walked
around the bookshelves, giving her privacy.  I threw myself back-first onto
her soft mattress, crawling backward on my elbows until I rested my head on
her pillows.  She had a nice bed.  I inhaled, thinking I could smell her on
the sheets.  The room was quiet.

   Too quiet, until -"

   "Mm." The sound was so soft I might have imagined it.  I waited, my
senses heightened.  My breath tumbled in my ears.  My heartbeat
strengthened under my chest, a rough thumping that caused an ache against
my breastbone.

   "Mm," my sister moaned, soft again, but not as soft as before.

   Her low hymns continued.  I closed my eyes, seeing her at the telescope,
and I imagined her touching herself.  I saw her fingers dip beneath the
waistline of her panties, pushing through the trimmed layer of strawberry
curls she cultivated across her mound -"witnessed by me on nights her
panties were too small to hide her secrets from my eyes.

   There are a lot of things I should have done: put on earphones, left the
room, tell her to stop, different things.  What I did was ask, "What are
they doing?"

   A terrible silence followed where the darkness around me became a
shroud, and the bed my coffin.  Had I pushed too far?  Why had I asked -"

   "Holly's naked," Wendy said, her voice loud enough to dance around our
high ceiling.  "So is Alex." Her voice caught.  "She's on all fours,
sideways to the window.  He's behind her, holding her ass open -"uh."

   Her words, her trembling tone, her willingness to talk to me while she
played with herself: all these things created a lightness within me that
hollowed my limbs and chest, filling me with a need to act.  My cock
swelled.  I looked down, watching the loose fabric of my shorts tent
beneath my erection until my cock strained against its cotton prison.

   "He's licking her," Wendy said, her voice a loud whisper.  "Holly keeps
looking out of her window."

   Carefully, I lowered the waistband of my shorts.  My cock sprung free,
thick and long, pre-cum beading its tip.  I palmed my head, spreading the
sticky nectar under my touch.

   "She's bouncing" -"my sister's voice cracked -""her butt against his
tongue.  He's eating her asshole.  I know he is."

   I slid my fingers around my girth, stroking downward to the halfway
point.  My grip firmed.  My sister's voice continued speaking to me,
detailing that Alex was now on his knees, lining his cock up to Holly's
slit.  I jerked downward, my ass clenching and forcing my hips upward. 
Holly threw her head back, looking out the window.  Wendy's voice turned to
tense cries.  I continued the slow glide over my prick, while the hard pole
of flesh in my hands wished for something softer and something warmer to
envelop it.

   "His forearm"  -"she moaned the word -""is around her neck.  She's
on her -"oh -"knees, and he's fucking her so fast.  God!"

   My sister's words died away, but her tempered moans remained.  Her voice
changed in pitch, rolling up and down from light hisses to deep sighs.  My
breathing increased.  I jerked my cock faster, lying in my sister's bed,
pushing into her sheets, stroking my dick with her in the same room.  My
balls tightened, my body tingled; I was close, and the sounds of my
cock-stroking were loud even to my ears.

   "Fuck," Wendy whimpered, her voice breaking like musical wind chimes. 
"Fuck, god.  Jamie, they're coming!  Jamie!"

   I pulled my shorts over my cock and came, unable to keep my loud grunt
from filling the darkness between us.  The meaning of our dual cries was
unmistakable.  I lay in my sister's bed, and after a time, I heard Wendy
crawl into mine.  I looked at her bookshelf, trying to picture her
appearance on the other side.

   "Jamie?" Wendy asked after a time of lonely quiet.

   "Yes?"

   "Goodnight."

   "Goodnight."

   Date Night

   I was nervous when Alex and Holly walked across the street to our
building.  They were taking us somewhere exciting. That was how Holly
described it.  They were a beautiful couple, and everyone else was in the
background and out of focus alongside them.  Their steady stride didn't
push people from their path because people parted for them as if sensing a
stronger presence that could sweep them away without warning.

   Alex wore black slacks, a dark leather jacket, a burgundy buttoned-up
shirt, and leather lace-ups.  Holly wore a black cocktail dress and
matching high-heels, similar to Wendy's apparel, though Holly also wore
stocking with the welts ending just under the hem of her skirt.  Her
nipples poked hard against the smooth silk of her dress, matching the twin
peaks issuing against my sister's crimson gown.

   I had dressed similar to Alex, but I didn't feel as confident as he
looked.  Knowing that they knew we watched them had put me on edge.

   Holly and Wendy introduced us after they hugged.  Wendy was taller than
Holly, but Holly's higher heels made up for it.  Holly hugged me.  She was
a very lively girl.  Alex hugged Wendy, like a gentleman, and that gave me
some relief that I had not known I needed.  We shook hands.  His grip was
strong.  He had friendly green eyes, and they held mine long enough to let
me know there was nothing to fear from him.

   "We have a car coming," Alex said after our introduction.  He looked
around.  "There she is." He didn't sound excited by our driver's arrival.

   I followed his gaze to a car speeding down the opposite street.  It
swerved into the turn lane, making a tight U-turn that made me think of a
car fleeing the police.  Alex opened the back door for us.  Holly went in
first, and my sister followed.  Alex motioned for me to take the last seat
in the back.  He sat in front.

   "Guys, this is Dana," Alex said, introducing us to a very blonde,
blue-eyed cutie.  She reminded me of a Swedish snow bunny.  "She drives a
little crazy, but she's still alive, so cross your fingers and hope that it
stays that way."

   "Chicken," Dana said.  "To the Underground, we go." She took off,
driving like she was the only person that mattered.

   "What's the Underground?" I asked.

   "It's a basement level bar -"club," Holly said.  She held Wendy's hand,
admiring her nails.  "It's exactly the kind of place Wendy said you wanted
to see."

   What did that mean?

   "We're not twenty-one yet," I said, feeling foolish.

   "Aw, babies," Dana laughed.

   "Be nice," Alex said.

   "It's okay," Holly said, smiling.  "No one is going to card you.  You're
our guests."

   "How do you afford that apartment?" Alex asked.  "As young as you are."

   "Our parents," I said.  Wendy's knee tapped mine. Oh, shit. "Our
parents have money, but they don't know we're living together." I rolled my
mental-eyes.  "They think we're living with friends while we date."

   "College kids," Holly said.  "I met Alex in college.  He was a beautiful
eighteen, and I was . . .  in college too." She laughed at some hidden
joke. "It's good to have generous parents."

   Dana's need to beat every red light shortened our trip to the
Underground.  The entrance was in an alley, between two high-rise
buildings. Holly hugged the doorman, whispered something into his ear.  He
let us in after giving Alex a handshake and a half-hug.

   The inside of the Unground had the appearance of a very fancy dive bar.
It was clean and well kept, with a long bar and several bartenders.  There
were stickers stuck to the low ceiling, with knick-knacks and collected
ornaments placed everywhere I looked.  Behind the bar was a wall of dollar
bills.  The crowd was mixed, from young hipsters to the tatted and pierced
and older couples dressed to the nines.  A band played at the far end of
the long room.

   "Don't worry, we have you covered tonight," Alex said to me.  "Do you
and your lady drink?"

   "A little," I said, over the music.

   "Yeah, us too.  Just a little."

   I caught something in his voice, but I didn't say anything.

   We sat at the bar, with Wendy and Holly between us.  They put their
purses on the bar top.  I looked around, getting comfortable, and I could
see that Wendy was excited.  She smiled at me, showing teeth and widening
her eyes.  "I can't believe this," everything about her said.  She squeezed
my thigh.  I smiled back at her, laughing at her excitement.

   "Billy," Holly called, bringing an older bartender over to serve us. 
"Four" -"she looked at us -""shots of whatever's nice."

   Whiskey was what was nice tonight.  We did our shots, and Holly pulled
Wendy to the dance floor, leaving me with Alex.

   "How'd you meet Holly?" Alex asked, moving over a seat, so there was
only one between us.

   "Through Wendy," I said.  "Can we get another drink?"

   "Sure.  Is Jack and Coke good for you?  How'd Wendy meet Holly?"

   I looked at him.  He was fucking with me but in a joking way.  His green
eyes were laughing.

   "I'm sorry," I said.  "I didn't know she was going to tell you what
we've seen."

   Alex held up two fingers when Billy looked at him.  Billy didn't rush,
and Alex didn't do anything to indicate that he should.

   "It's okay," Alex said.  "We let people watch, but Wendy is the first to
hunt us down."

   I smiled at my sister's enthusiasm.
"Holly: she likes Wendy," Alex said.
I looked across the bar to the dance floor.  They could both dance, but
it was Holly's serpentine motions to the darkly soothing music that
elevated their presence.  People were watching.  Wendy's red apparel and
strawberry hair burned an imprint of fire across my eyes.  She looked at
me, smiling, dirty and dangerous, giving me thoughts brothers shouldn't

have.

   Our drinks came.  We sipped.

   "Do you share Wendy?" Alex asked.

   I coughed.  "What do you mean?" I knew what he meant.

   Alex stirred his drink with a swizzle stick.  "Share.  I don't share
Holly with . . .  men." He shrugged, making me wonder if he did.  "Not with
just anyone, I should say."

   "Oh," I said, taking a long sip of my drink.  I looked at my sister,
transfixed by her twisting body and flowing hair.  "I don't either."

   "I don't blame you," Alex said.  "She's a lovely girl."

   "Holly doesn't mind sharing you?" I asked.

   "Not that I know of," Alex said.  He leaned toward me.  "But she gets to
decide who.  She has to want to see me with them."

   I nodded.

   Wendy and Holly danced closely together.  Their bodies touched.  Their
hands brushed each other's sides, played with each other's dresses, raising
the hems or feathering the thin straps along their shoulders.  Their eyes
focused on each other's, and others danced around them as if forced away by
some mystical barrier that allowed them to desire the pair but not to touch
them.

   "Did you enjoy watching us?" Alex asked.  "Holly, I mean."

   I didn't look at him as I said, "I'm straight."

   He laughed.  He laughed loud and colored slightly.  "I am too." He
laughed again.  "I meant Holly and only Holly.  Did you like watching her
while I fucked her?"

   It was an odd question spoken in the mildest, most disarming tone it
could be spoken in.  It put me at ease.

   "Yes," I said.  "We enjoyed it."

   "I love watching her." Alex faced the dance floor.  "Our windows are
open to anyone, but we can watch her in private if you want."

   "Just her?"

   "No, brother," Alex said.  "She likes your Wendy."

   "We can watch them," I said, nodding without realizing that I was.

   "We can even join them if we keep to our own ladies."

   My heart pulsated beneath my chest, the rhythm slowing until my
surroundings faded to black.  Wendy and Holly were the only objects that
held any reality in my world.  They danced close, so close their breasts
touched, and their nipples rubbed together.  Holly's hands were on my
sister's hips, then her thighs, and then her fingertips brushed my sister's
butt.  Wendy appeared lost in Holly's ethereal movements.

   "It's up to you two," Alex said.  "There will be no hard feelings if you
don't want to.  Holly will only consent if it doesn't cause a problem with
you guys."

   I turned to Alex.  "You're pretty blunt, huh?"

   Alex laughed, holding in most of the sip he took.  "Well, when you've
done this enough, you know?" He laughed again.  "Another round, my friend?"

   "Sure."

   "You know," Alex said.  "You have her eyes."

   I looked at him.  "Whose eyes?"

   "Wendy's." He held up two fingers, staring at them.  He rotated them in
a half-circle.  "Yours are like hers." He crossed his fingers and dropped
his hand.

   "We get that a lot."

   Alex smiled.  Our drinks came.  He raised his glass and said, "To being
blunt."

   Holly

   Wendy was sweating when she came off the dance floor.  So was Holly.  I
took a few cocktail napkins and dabbed at my sister's forehead.  At first,
she moved as if trying to get away, then she stopped, smiled, and said,
"Thanks.  Can you order me a glass of water?"

   "You're so cute," Holly said.  "You've got a sexy girl, Jamie." She
turned to the bartender.  "Two waters, please."

   Our waters came.  Holly kissed Alex several times, whispering something
into his ear.  He laughed.

   "I'm going to go say hello to the band," Alex said.  "Billy, three shots
here and whatever the band's drinking, on me.  Thanks." He left, drifting
like a shadow through the crowd.

   Our shots came.  We drank.  And Wendy was too fired up to sit.  She
stood leaning against me; her hip angled against my thigh.  I hesitated a
moment, but then I wrapped my arm around her side, the silk of her dress
was a warm barrier between her skin and me.  Wendy sucked on her straw,
leaning into me and resting her head on my shoulder.

   "Another round?" Holly asked.

   "Are you trying to get us drunk?" Wendy asked, playful.

   "Of course." Holly ordered our drinks.  "Drunk girls are fun girls."

   "Having fun?" Wendy asked me, turning her mouth toward my cheeks.

   "Yeah," I said.  "You?"

   She nodded, her nose brushing my skin.

   "Jamie," Holly said.  "I know something naughty about you."

   "I know you do," I said, already put at ease by Holly's flirtatious
nature.  She was fun and engaging, and that made me want to talk.  You can
only be awkward with someone if you want to be.

   "You liked what you saw, didn't you?" she teased.  She brushed Wendy's
hand.  "I know you did."

   Wendy blushed.  Holly laughed.

   "You two are cute together," Holly said.  "I like what I see.  There is
a natural affection between you two.  That's hard to find."

   Wendy buried her forehead in my neck.  The heat of her skin transferred
into mine.  We drank our third round of shots.

   "That's it for me," Holly said.

   "I'm feeling it," Wendy said, tilting her head right-to-left, back
again. "Feels good."

   "Yeah," I said as she pressed into me.

   Holly took my hand and Wendy's hand and pressed them together.  My
fingers interlocked with my sisters, and we shared a look.  Holly continued
to hold our hands.

   "I want to show you guys something," Holly said.  "I want to show you a
world where your darkest desires can come true."

   I said nothing.  Wendy said nothing.  I didn't know what to say.  Holly
applied gentle pressure to our hands.  Her smile must have been akin to the
Serpent who tempted Adam and Eve.

   "You had the curiosity to hunt me down after watching," Holly said,
brushing Wendy's cheek.  "I want to show you the kind of things your
curiosity can lead to."

   Wendy turned, hiding her face from Holly as she whispered into my ear.
Her breath was hot; her lips feathered my skin.  I shivered.

   "What do you want to do?" Wendy asked.

   I had to struggle to hear her words.  I pulled her closer to me, feeling
her body through her dress.  She spoke the words again, and this time, her
lips stayed against my flesh when her question ended.

   "Whatever you want to do," I answered her.

   Holly held out her hands.  "Do you want to come?"

   We let her take us away.

   The Underground's Underground

   Holly turned around, keeping our hands in hers as she led us through the
bar.  Alex joined us, flowing from somewhere unseen to fall into step
beside Holly.  He took the lead, guiding us to a door that read NO ENTRY.
Next to the door stood a man who shook hands with Alex and let him through,
along with Holly, Wendy, and myself.

   We stepped into a fluorescent-lit tunnel, the kind that led to death
scenes in crime movies.  Holly ushered us down the corridor as our
footsteps bounced around our cement backdrop.  Each wall had one door, and
the far side ended at a T intersection.  We stopped at the halfway point,
entering the left-hand door.

   Inside was not what I expected -"I didn't know what I expected -"but it
wasn't this.  It had the feeling of a high-end speakeasy.  The lights were
low, the floor polished, the chairs leather and the tables they surrounded
lit by tiny green-shaded lamps with hanging pluck chains.  There were a lot
of people from all walks of life sitting down and enjoying drinks brought
to them by well-dressed waiters.

   At the center of this room was a circular wall, interspersed with
brass-numbered doors.  One door opened and a couple exited, turning to the
left and walking around the curve of the inner room.  A young man with a
fancy cleaning cart entered the room less than half a minute later.

   "What is the place?" Wendy asked.  She had moved to my side, swinging
her shoulder under my arm so that I was holding her.

   "This is the fun place," Holly said.  She sounded like a firework on the
verge of exploding.  "You like to watch, right?"

   "Yes," Wendy said.  I could hear the three shots of alcohol in her
voice, mellowing her excitement to manageable levels.

   "I'm going to talk to a hostess," Alex said, nodding for me to follow.

   I did, and we walked around the inner room.  The room was longer on the
other side, with a bar taking up the far wall and next to that a counter
where two pretty women stood, talking to customers and answering phones.

   "What is this place?" I asked.

   "A sex club," Alex said.

   "Is it legal?"

   "It's legal." Alex laughed.  We entered the short line to the counter.
"They make it feel illegal because illegal is sexy." He waved his hand
around.  "The decor creates the atmosphere."

   I looked at the doors to the inner room.  I could feel the sweat wanting
to form on my brow, and my lungs needed more air.  Where did those doors
lead?

   "Are those rooms for fucking?" I asked.

   "Not quite." We stepped to the front of the counter.  "One room, four
people," he said to the ladies after greeting them with the familiarity of
a longtime patron.  He paid with a card, and we walked back to our ladies.
"Those doors give us the privacy we need to watch others."

   "We get to watch others," I said, relieved.

   "But anything is possible once those doors close."

   I smiled while my insides shrunk into a crushed ball of anxiety.  One
room, four people.  How far could Wendy and I go before having to reveal
our secret?

   Wendy and Holly were sitting at table flush to the wall.  There were
only two chairs.  Holly stood, Alex sat, and Holly slid into his lap.  He
wrapped his arms around her, resting his palms on Holly's bare upper
thighs. Wendy stood, mimicking Holly and I hesitated before forcing myself
to sit.  There was no hesitation in Wendy as she sat, throwing her arm
around my shoulders as a girlfriend would.  I held her lightly by the hips.

   Wendy was weightless against me.  Her feet dangled above the floor as
her body sank into mine.  Her firm butt pressed into my thigh, a gentle
reminder of how little she was wearing and how much of a woman she had
become under my watchful eyes.  Her hair smelled of lavender, her perfume
of something sweet and drifting, not too strong, but strong enough to keep
me wanting more.

   "We ordered drinks," Wendy said to me.

   "More?" I asked.

   "Just a little bit more for the first-timers," Holly said, holding her
thumb and forefinger close together.  "A wee bit, though from what I hear:
no one is small at this table."

   Wendy blushed.  She wouldn't look at me.

   A waiter brought us our drinks, and we talked about our lives, getting
to know each other.  Holly and Alex had their MBA's, while I was undecided
and Wendy had set her heart on degrees in mass communication and film and
media production, her end goal to be a movie producer someday.

   "I'll be a builder of careers," Wendy said.  She held up her right hand
and closed it into a fist.  "Or a destroyer of dreams." She laughed.

   "Stay off that casting couch until then," Holly teased.  "But remember,
if you want to get ahead in this world, it's not who you know, it's who you
blow."

   Everyone laughed.

   "If there is going to be a casting couch," Wendy said, "it's going to be
my couch, with my rules." She buried her face in my neck, turning red and
laughing at her own joke.

   I ran my hand up and down her back.  Holly looked at us with that, aw,
how cute, smile on her face.  She glanced at Alex, memories in her eyes. I
hadn't had a girlfriend in sometimes, didn't want one, but my closeness to
Wendy reminded me of how nice it was to have someone in my life.

   "I'm a little drunk," Wendy whispered to me as her laughter faded.  She
put her hand on my cheek.  "Don't tell anyone."

   "Excuse me," a hostess said after approaching our table.  "Your booth is
ready." We followed her to our room along the inner wall.

   "After you," Holly said, nearly pushing us inside.

   The room was small, smelled of coconut, and meant for two people, but
not so small that we were rubbing elbows as we stood side-by-side.  It was
close, though.  The wall opposite the door was a one-way mirror.  There was
a small dome light in the ceiling, giving off a dim glow that kept us in
from being shrouded in darkness.

   Wendy and Holly stood closest to the mirror.  Alex and I stood behind
them.  On the other side of our looking glass was a mirrored, white
circular room.  A black bed sat at the center of the room, and on that bed
were two naked people.  A man and a woman.

   "You like to watch," Holly whispered, putting her hands on the mirrored
wall.  "We do too.  I hope you enjoy watching this with us."

   We said nothing.  Wendy continued mimicking Holly's mannerism by placing
her hands on the glass as well.  Holly slid her right hand across the
smooth surface, taking my sister's fingers in hers.  Alex put his hands on
Holly's hips, his fingers curling over her dress in a light massage as his
knuckles arched and stretched and arched again over her sides.

   I didn't know what to do.  Should I touch my sister?  Should I fake it
for as long as I could?  Should we tell them we couldn't go this far
because we were related?  What did Wendy want?  Fuck.

   I looked at our new friends.  Alex stared forward, rubbing Holly's
sides. Holly looked sideways at us, not shy about wanting to see two shows
at the same time.  My sister stared straight ahead, and I imagined her eyes
captivated by what she saw.  Maybe her lips were parted, her warm breath
fogging the glass as it rolled from her tongue.  The thought caused a stir
below my waist.

   The performers were in top shape.  Their bodies gleamed from lotion or
oil, maybe sweat.  The man was tall, muscular, his chiseled lines
dissecting his body into individual cuts and smooth mounds.  The woman was
small against him, but no less impressive.  Her legs long, her limbs
slender and sloping, not too hard, but firm enough to hint at the strength
hidden beneath her flesh.  We could hear them kissing as if we stood in the
same room as them, the sound coming from speakers built into the ceiling.

   "If you want to encourage them," Holly said, "there's a button on the
wall next to you.  It activates the intercom."

   Wendy looked.  I looked.  The room grew hot, the heat emanating from
Holly and Alex; from Wendy.  Holly arched her back, pressing her small butt
into Alex's groin.  He ran his left hand up and down her spine, touching
her from her neck to the incline of her ass, wrinkling her dress.

   I worked saliva into my mouth.  My hands trembled as I reached forward
and placed them on Wendy's hips.  Our contact made her shiver.  She stepped
backward, not touching me, but closer than before.  My cock stirred,
waking, growing -"sensing the possibility of forbidden pleasures.

   We had a profile view of the couple on the bed.  The man sat on his ass
with his legs crossed; she sat in his lap, her legs wrapped around him. 
Her arms circled his neck, while he wrapped his arms around her ribs, his
hands reaching up to hold the back of her head, but her blonde hair was too
short for his fingers to grasp.

   "Uh, uh, uh," the woman moaned as the man humped his hips upward by
flexing his ass, pumping his cock into her slippery twat with short,
muscle-tightening movements.

   "They're hot," Holly said.  "They're sexy, aren't they?"

   "Yes," Wendy said.  "I want to see his dick."

   Holly laughed.  "Bad girl.  You can ask, but they do what they want in
there."

   Wendy looked at the button.  She was moving her body with S like wave
motions, the movements minuscule and hardly discernible in the dark.  I
felt them though, through my fingers and my palms that I pressed against
the silk of her dress.  I squeezed her hips.

   "I," Wendy said, her voice catching.  "I don't know."

   "Mm, I know," Holly moaned.  Alex pushed into her ass, and she shook her
butt up and down against him, his hard-on evident whenever they drifted
apart.  She watched Wendy, smiling and biting her lower lip, the look on
her features wanton.

   "Fuck her," someone called through the speaker.  It was a man's voice,
another voyeur in another room.  "Make her tits bounce."

   "A love watching a woman take a big, strong, dick," Holly whispered. 
"Don't you?"

   "Yes," Wendy answered.

   My fingers caressed my sister's sides.  My cock tingled, growing to full
hardness, the head jumping forward and tenting my pants.  Wendy moved back,
but I had enough control to keep her from touching my crotch.

   "Alex, they're shy." Holly pouted.  "It's okay.  We're not." She reached
up and touched Wendy's cheek.  "Watch us come for you."

   Holly dropped her hand from my sister's cheek and placed her forehead
against the glass.  She moved her hands back and behind her, above her butt
and inched her black silk dress upward with her fingers.  The hem rose,
trailing away from her stockings, baring her tanned skin, and the firmness
of her thighs.  Her skirt continued rising.  The curve of her butt came
into view, round and strong; a perfect sloping crescent so much like
Wendy's when she walked around in her small panties.

   "I like it when you watch," Holly whispered.  She pulled her dress above
her ass, showing off her soft skin.  It took a moment for me to understand
that she wasn't wearing panties.  "Do you want Alex to fuck me?"

   I nodded, but the question wasn't for me.  I didn't mind.

   "Yes," Wendy said.

   "Yes, what?"

   "Yes," Wendy whispered.  "I want Alex to fuck you."

   "Tell him," Holly said -"to me.  "Tell Alex to fill my pussy with his
big dick."

   "Fuck," I said -"paused -"said, "fuck her with your big dick."

   Holly purred; the sound a low teasing growl leaving her lips.  She
braced her hands on the mirror and spread her legs.  Alex undid his zipper,
reached into his pants, and pulled free his prick with some struggle.  I
was relieved to see that we were about equal in size, and if there was a
difference, it was impossible to see in the room's darkness.

   "Oh, oh, oh," the woman getting fucked on the bed moaned, her cries
joined by enthusiastic voyeurs wanting to share their joy with the nude
couple entertaining them.

   Wendy moaned low in her throat, turning her body for a straight-on view
of Holly and Alex.  I turned with her.  My sister's silk-embossed backside
rubbed against my cock, and my knob sunk between her cheeks.  Our breaths
hissed from our mouths.  I held her body tight, not wanting to let her move
further onto me -"not wanting to let her move away from me either.  Wendy
stepped backward, taking control of how I held her and pushed me against
the wall, which pushed her firmly against my dick.  Her hands grasped mine
over her hips, holding them tightly.

   "Come on, Alex, show them how good you fuck me," Holly whimpered,
teasing, brattish, and overly sexual.

   My cock jerked against Wendy's butt.  My sister's stiffened her back,
raising shoulders straight and pushing her breasts out, allowing Holly to
see how rigid her nipples had become.

   Alex gripped his thick cock below the swollen head, rubbing it through
Holly's pussy lips.  He teased his knob over her ass, making her squirm,
and then he fucked the underside of his shaft between her cheeks.  Holly
whimpered, breathing hard, fucking back against him.  Alex held Holly's
hips still while pulling his back and lining the tip of his prick with
Holly's wet hole.

   The shadows made it hard to see, but not impossible, like recalling a
memory without precise details.

   "Fuck her," Wendy whispered.  "Give her your dick."

   "Uh-huh," Holly moaned as Alex sunk into her, the scent of their lust
filling the booth like the sweet aroma of some illicit drug.  "Baby."

   Alex sighed as his prick disappeared into Holly's buttery-soft
pussy-hole.

   Wendy pushed hard onto me, my cock digging into her butt, her fingers
clenching mine in a solid, unbreakable grip.  I wanted to swivel my hips
against my sister's small ass, but the part of my mind that could still
reason had control.  I held her against me, closer than a brother should,
with my raging firmness straining against her toned ass.  I wanted to lift
my sister's dress and looked down at her bare cheeks and the G-string
between them.  Why couldn't I move?

   "Fuck," Holly moaned as Alex pushed into her.  He stayed still.  Holly
rolled her butt in a clockwise motion, grinding his cock inside of her
honeycomb.  She looked at us, her sharp eyes glazed with liquor and lust,
her mouth open, lips trembling.  "He's so big between my legs."

   Wendy moaned.  She brought her hands forward, dragging mine across her
stomach.  The action forced me to hug her closer, and my prick dug into her
backside with continuous pressure.

   "Wendy," I whispered.

   She rolled her hips against me as Alex thrust himself into Holly,
filling her pussy with deep strokes of swollen cock-meat.  Holly braced
herself against the glass, her moans loud in my ears.  Alex slid his hands
around her waist, under her dress and dragged her silk hem upward.  He
revealed Holly's smooth body to us, all the way to her small breasts and
dark nipples.  He draped the hem of her dress over her shoulders and
pounded his cock into Holly's little pussy, giving us a real show.  He
pulled her against his chest, humping his dick between her cunny lips with
long, gliding cock-strides that sounded wet and wanton to my ears.

   "Yes," Wendy whispered.

   "Yeah, baby, yeah," Holly moaned, looking at us as her body jerked in
sync with her boyfriend's thrusting pole.  "Fuck me while they watch.  Fuck
me." She met my eyes.  "Fuck me.  Fuck Wendy."

   I dug my fingers into my sister's stomach.  Wendy danced back against
me, gliding her ass over the head of my cock, splitting her buns with my
knob, and rubbing my fingers with hers.  My balls tingled.  I groaned into
Wendy's neck.  For the first time in my life, I wished that she wasn't my
sister and this was the first time I thought, Why let that stop you?

   "Alex, baby, I'm going to come," Holly whimpered.  His pussy-pumping
sped up, his shaft a blur as it sloshed through her juicy twat.  She
uttered several high-pitched tremors of shaky sound, screaming, "Uh-fuck,"
and then she came on her man's prick.

   Wendy and I watched, unable to look away.  My heart raced.  My balls
swelled; my cock pulsed against my sister's ass.  My sister's ass, an ass I
had seen near to naked nearly every day for the past few months.  An ass I
wanted to see naked every day for the rest of my life.  An ass I wanted to
hold in my hands.  Fuck.

   Alex came, grunting and jerking Holly hard against him.  His hands moved
upward, over her breasts, letting the little round mounds bounce for our
eyes.  Their jiggling was tight and fast as he continued to pour his seed
into her with butt-slapping strokes of his hips.  I don't know how Holly's
pussy could take Alex's cock so well, but it was a sight to see.

   When they finished, Holly took her time as she adjusted her dress.  She
faced us, presenting her naked form to us.  The light fell over her,
parting the shadow down her center body, spot-lighting her smooth pussy. 
Alex's sperm dripped from her tender opening, and then she let the dress
fall into place, covering herself from our eyes.

   "That was fun," Holly said.  "Maybe next time you'll join, don't worry,
we were shy once too."

   "Come on," Alex said.  "Let's let them have the room."

   They stepped out, leaving us by ourselves.

   There are No Words

   Wendy stepped away from me.  She faced the mirror and watched the couple
as they fucked, their moans once again swirling about the room.

   "Wendy," I said, unable to say more.

   "Let's wait," Wendy said.  "Let them think we're using the room."

   "They're going to want more from us," I said after our silence stretched
into minutes of quiet.

   "I know." Her head jerked as if to look at me, but she never completed
the movement.  "Let's watch them fuck."

   She held out her hand to me.  I took it, and we looked through the
mirror, but it wasn't the same.  I knew it.  I knew Wendy knew it.

   "What are we going to do?" I asked.

   "I don't know," Wendy said.  "We can't tell them we're family."

   "We can't see them again."

   Wendy looked at me.  She shook her head, defiant, and that defiance
warmed my blood.

   "What does that mean?" I asked.

   "I don't know," Wendy said.  "I want to see them again." She touched her
waist.  "You held me."

   "You pushed yourself against me."

   "I felt you." Her body trembled.  She licked her lips.  "You've been
watching me.  I know you have.  I wanted you to." She looked down her body.
"I've been watching you.  And I know you wanted me to."

   "We're family," I whispered.

   "We are, but we're closer now, aren't we?  Don't you like it?"

   I couldn't speak.  Her blue eyes softened.  Her face, which had been
unsure a moment ago, changed, the look reminiscent of a question, but what
question was she asking me?  I had an answer for her.  Maybe that was on my
face because her breath caught and her lips parted.  Her eyes became
anxious.  Was she ready for me to act?

   I had an answer, but instead of giving it, I said, "We're family," in a
low voice lacking strength.

   Wendy stepped toward the door, and while my mind continued to
repeat, We're family, I caught her around the waist before she could pass
me.  I wrapped her in a hug, settling her head against my chest.  She
hugged me with a force that attempted to merge our bodies, perhaps our
souls, together.

   Take It or Leave It

   We spent another few hours at the bar, getting to know each other. 
Wendy spent much of that time dancing with Holly and Alex dragged me to the
floor -"thankfully not to dance with him.  Holly spun away with him,
leaving Wendy and me to look at each other.

   We're family. The voice was weaker than before.  I started moving my
shoulders and held out my hand.  "I'm not much a dancer," I said, "but you
are."

   Wendy smiled, taking my hand.  We danced and gradually closed the
distance between us.  We took turns engineering our union, meeting the
other halfway.  Our hips touched; then our bodies -"my chests to her
breasts, then my chest to her back, and her butt to my groin, causing me to
harden against her.

   We finished the night somewhat drunk and more than curious about each
other.  We didn't speak, but her eyes said more about her thoughts than I
could with words.  They shifted from soft to intense, to amused, to rolling
with laughter and her final smiles drew me in more than once for a kiss I
wasn't ready to give.  Her last smile promised me, "You will."

   When Dana arrived to drive us home, fear scuttled through me.  Would
Alex and Holly invite us back to their apartment?  They didn't, dropping us
off outside of ours.

   "Take this," Alex said after hugs and handshakes outside of the car. 
"My card.  Call me for whatever."

   "Yeah, sure," I said, watching as Holly and Wendy hugged and swayed
together, taking forever to part, promising to see each other soon.

   "Bye," Holly hollered as Dana drove them away.  She didn't make a U-turn
back to their apartment but continued onward to somewhere else, where
people with fewer inhibitions liked to play.

   "I wonder where they are going," I said, putting my arm around my
sister's shoulders.

   "Holly said they're going for a fun ride," Wendy said.

   We went upstairs, standing against separate walls in the elevator.  We
looked at our feet, then we looked at each other, and then looked away from
each other.

   "I feel like I'm coming home from a date," I said.

   "We are," Wendy said.

   "I know.  I meant . . .  with each other."

   Wendy said nothing until the doors opened.  "Does this mean I get a
goodnight kiss?"

   She stepped out before I could answer, but I had no answer.  I followed
her to our parents' apartment.  The inside was dark -"no one had waited up
for us.  I grabbed two bottles of water from the refrigerator and followed
Wendy to our room.

   I locked the door by habit, taking longer than I normally did.  Instead
of turning the latch as I walked away, I stopped and slowly closed the
door. I stared at the lock for some time before purposefully turning the
latch and hearing the extra-loud click in our quiet room.

   I found Wendy staring at me, her eyes set in a somewhat playful glare. I
handed her a bottle of water.  She took it, looking at me, and said, "Thank
you."

   "Goodnight," I said, walking around the bookshelf as her eyes followed
me, and I felt her gaze even after she could no longer see me.

   What am I doing? I asked myself as I lay in bed, wearing only my
boxer-briefs.  The moonlight drifted through the windows, illuminating my
half of the room in silver and blue.  My buzz swam through me, causing my
feet to fidget and my legs to struggle against my blankets.  I looked at my
bookshelf, wondering if Wendy was tossing and turning or if she had drifted
into dreamland without a problem.

   If she wasn't your sister, you could have kissed her, my conscious told
me, its voice strangely close to my father's in sound.  I didn't like that.

   I didn't want to sleep.  My body quivered with energy.  My cock stirred,
wanting to get hard, wanting to be touched, and I felt like touching it.  I
slid my hand under my waistband, over my trimmed hairs and circled my
fingers and thumb around the stiffening body of my shaft.  I felt the
warmth of my hand, but the memory of Wendy's body pushing against me was
stronger than my own flesh.

   I swallowed.  My cock went hard.  I tossed my blankets to the side and
pushed my briefs from my body.  The coolness of the room soothed the heat
flowing through me.  I held the base of my cock, intent on masturbating,
but I heard the soft tap of a foot against the floor.

   Then another.

   Wendy emerged from behind our bookshelves.  She wore a small silk robe
that barely covered her upper thighs.  She looked at me.  The moonlight
streaming through our windows was more than enough to highlight my body and
my large, throbbing erection.  She said nothing as she walked across the
room to the telescope.

   I watched as she adjusted the height of the eyepiece and looked through.
Wendy stood with one leg straight, bending her other by standing on her
toes.  She rolled her shoulders.  Her fingers fiddled with the belt at her
waist, undoing the tie and spreading the halves open.  She rolled her
shoulders again.  Her robe fell, exposing her nude body to my eyes.

   My breath caught as I watched her.  Her profile stood bright and clean,
her pale skin shining in the darkness, her butt round and firm, with the
athleticism from her high school soccer days, less than a year ago.  Her
strawberry-gold hair hung down her back, and she reached up, gathering it
in her hand and pulled it over her left shoulder, so it covered her same
side breast.

   I couldn't move.  Wendy looked at me, her blue eyes patient.  Her gaze
fell on my hard-on, and she licked her tongue across her lips.

   Slowly I rose from my bed, afraid that if I moved too fast she would
disappear and I'd wake from a dream. Don't let this be a dream. My steps
against the wooden floor were loud.  I walked behind Wendy, who looked back
into the eyepiece of the telescope.  Behind her, I let my fingers hover
over her flesh, tracing the last invisible barrier that my mind put up
between us.

   And then I broke it.

   Wendy sighed, dropping her head back as my hands closed over her
shoulders where they sloped upward to her neck.  I squeezed, rubbing her
tense muscles, and she moaned, turning her head side-to-side to caress my
hands with her cheeks.  I kissed the back of her neck.  She shivered under
the touch of my lips.

   "Wendy," I said into her skin, kissing her again, letting my mouth
linger on her so I could absorb the flavor of her flesh.  I swept my hands
down her shoulders, to her arms, where I squeezed the wiry muscles of her
biceps, surprised by how much strength she held in her slender frame.

   I dropped my hands to her waist, caressing her hips.  She leaned against
me, her breathing heavy.  The meat of her butt touched my cock, embracing
my length between her cheeks as she sank into my groin.  I guided her hips
in a long, slow circle that sent shivers through my body.  My asshole
tightened, I flexed my muscles and moaned into her skin.

   I slid my fingers forward, holding her by her smooth stomach.  She
settled her hands over mine, massaging me, encouraging me to choose where I
would touch her next.  I moved upward, over her muscles and stopped below
her small breasts, their roundness pressing into the arches between my
thumbs and forefingers.

   Wendy pulled my hands upward, fully cupping her little tits.  Her pink
nipples poked roughly into my palms.  They were long and thick, and I was
desperate to play with them.

   "Jamie," Wendy moaned.  "You should have done this earlier."

   I kissed my sister's neck, humping my cock against her warm ass.  I left
my right hand to play with her breasts, gently pulling and pinching her
stiff nipples as I slid my left hand downward, not stopping as I pushed
through the silky, trimmed pubic hairs that covered her mound.  She hissed
when my fingertips brushed her swollen clit, sparking a fire that melted
her core.  My fingers went lower, touching the soft petals of her creamy
pussy, and then I was cupping her wetness in my hand.  I was holding my
sister's pussy.  Wow.

   "Mm," Wendy sighed.  "Better than looking?"

   I breathed into her neck.  "Much better." I pressed my middle finger
between her dewy lips, feathering her virgin hole with the tip of my
finger. She uttered a soft cry as I wiggled my digit, wetting it, and
brought it back to her clit.  I massaged her pearl, using slow up and down
movements that I matched to my hips, dancing my cock against her body while
gradually increasing the tempo of my caressing finger.

   "Oh," Wendy moaned.  "Oh, oh, oh, oh god." Her breasts heaved.  Her
pussy dripped.  My sister held onto my hands, moving her body against mine,
forcing me to move faster to match her desire.  She continued to cry out,
whimpering and moaning, her breath catching when I pushed harder on her
swollen jewel, grinding the juicy nub against her pubic bone.

   "I'm sorry I waited," I said, kissing her jaw.

   "It's okay -"umm -"don't stop," Wendy moaned.  "God, Jamie, I'm close."

   I circled her bud faster, harder, dropping back to her cunny lips once
to gather her dew so I could wet her mound with her cummy cream, making her
groan.  My cock spasmed as our humping continued, the tingling our
movements caused in my balls strengthening and making me shudder.

   "Fuck, oh fuck, Jamie, I'm going to -"come!" Wendy whimpered.  She
sobbed, and her hips bucked as her body went rigid.  My little sister cried
out.  I continued playing with her clit through her orgasm, forcing quick,
halting gasps from her lungs as she came, stopped, and came again.  Her
warm honey dripped down her thighs in thick streams of golden liquid.

   I held my sister as she calmed herself, most of her weight pressing into
me.  She turned, looking up at me, lips parted.  I lowered my mouth,
touching my lips to hers, and we melted together, our union the perfect fit
of two quiet souls.  The heat of her breath warmed me, and my tongue slid
forward to find hers, wet and wanting, eager to glide against mine.  We
kissed with tender affection, our movements slow, and I didn't want to let
me my sister go.

   But I did.

   Wendy's fingers circling my cock stopped my tongue in surprise.  She
smiled at me, eager and biting her lower lip, mischief in her eyes.  She
stroked me.  I shivered.  She uttered a pleased sound, and she stroked me
faster while cupping my balls with her other hand.

   "Wendy," I moaned.  "God."

   "Do you think people are watching?" she asked, breathless.

   "I don't know."

   "Look."

   Wendy dropped to her knees.  She smiled at me, stroking my cock and
rolling my balls.  For a moment, I was lost in the thought that my sister
was about to suck my cock, and then her mouth closed over the head of my
prick, and my thoughts vanished as reality swallowed my crown whole.

   "Ah," I moaned as her tongue and cheeks hugged my glans.  She was wet
velvet between her lips, her saliva soothing my aching erection and pulsing
veins.  I didn't see anything as I held my eye to the telescope -"I wasn't
looking for anything.  I could only feel my sister's mouth holding my
member in a sinful embrace of flesh and blood.

   Wendy's tongue bathed me.  She lathered me with spit while stroking my
shaft, her lips meeting her fingers at the midpoint of my cock.

   "Um, um, mm," she moaned with my dick in her mouth.

   "Fuck," I hissed, breathing hard, my heart pounding.  My balls tingled
in her palm, her family-touch causing my legs to tremble and my neck
muscles to tighten.  My body felt weak.  I would never look at my little
sister in the same way again after this.

   "Is -"mm -"anyone -"um -"watching," she managed to say, each word wet
and rushed.  "Is anyone watch me suck my brother's cock?"

   "Yes," I moaned, not knowing for sure, not caring, my prick throbbing
against her tongue.  I was close.  She released balls and dug her
fingernails into the muscles of my ass.  Wendy choked, fighting my
thickness as she forced my knob into her throat and part of my shaft.  I
lost it.

   "Coming," I grunted as my sperm surged from my balls.  My shaft swelled,
and I cried out as pleasure spasmed my body and poured from my prick into
my sibling's throat.

   "Mm, mm, mm," Wendy gulped, stroking my dick and swallowing my seed as
she pumped me from root to tip, leaving only my glans between her lips so
my cum could fill her mouth.

   Wendy watched me throughout my orgasm.  She opened her mouth, showing me
her cum-coated tongue when I had no more left to give.  She swallowed,
smacking her lips in an over-the-top, porn-style display of sluttiness that
only she could manage to make cute.

   I pulled her to her feet.  We kissed again, my hands on her firm butt as
I walked her to my bed.  We spent the rest of the night kissing and
caressing under the light of the moon.  I never knew how much I loved
sucking a woman's breasts until I had my sister's in my mouth, but when she
opened her legs for me, I said, "Your first time should be when we're
sober."

   "Promise me."

   "I promise." And I went back to licking her body.

   Playing in Public

   I awoke alone the next morning, the taste of my sister's creamy cum
flavoring my lips like an expensive wine.  I thought about not brushing my
teeth, but I decided against it.

   I had nothing to do that weekend, and I settled on studying and trying
not to imagine what being sober with Wendy meant.  It's not because I
didn't want to do it, but every time I thought about my sister I hardened,
and if that continued, I'd have nothing left for when we were alone
together.  A man can torture himself with his own mind, I know because I
was doing it.

   Wendy sent me a text at noon.  She wanted me to eat lunch with her in
the park; something light so that she wouldn't be weighed down for the
pickup soccer games she enjoyed playing. Bring me something we can eat
with a fork.  Two chicken salads, nothing greasy, and bring a blanket.

   I did as she asked, picking up two salads and taking my car for a short
drive.  The park wasn't far, but the briefest thoughts about Wendy were
enough to get my blood pumping and send hot pulses straight through my
urethra, turning me into a silly teenager instead of the mature
nineteen-year-old that I was.  Walking a few blocks and fighting the urge
to go full-mast was not my idea of a good time.

   We met in the park, a few dozen yards from the soccer fields, taking a
seat under the shade of a large Evergreen with a mushroom cloud sprout of
branches and leaves.  I laid the blanket down and took out our lunches.  My
sister had brought her sports pack, which held bottles of water for us to
drink.  She was wearing soccer gear, a small black shirt, and shorter
shorts, both with white trim and metallic in reflection, along with
knee-high soccer socks and ankle cleats.

   "You go all out, don't you?" I said, looking at her gear.

   "When you play with strangers in the park, you don't fuck around," Wendy
said.  "They're giving up their weekends to do this.  This is serious
shit."

   "It's not about fun?"

   "I play to win -"I don't have time for fun until the games are over."

   We sat parallel to each other, facing each other, right side to right
side.  I sat cross-legged.  Wendy sat with her right leg folded under
raised left knee, her left heel against the bridge of her right foot.  Her
shorts barely dropped below her crotch, and her leg holes were loose and
open.

   "Like what you see?" Wendy asked me, a slight blush on her cheeks.

   I liked the way her confidence mingled with her lack of experience. 
"Yes, long before today."

   "I know." Wendy looked around the park.  We were sitting away from
everyone, but still within eyeshot of many park-goers.  "Think other people
would like it?"

   I looked around.  No one was paying two strangers sitting together any
attention.  "Everyone likes a soccer girl." I rubbed the inside of my
sister's left leg, brushing my fingers from her knees to the thicker flesh
of her inner thigh.  "They're athletic." I moved my fingertips lower and
under, touching the back of her thigh down to the leg band hugging her ass
cheek.  "They're toned." I felt goosebumps rise across her skin.  "They're
sexy."

   "I want to show you something," Wendy said, putting a small tomato in
her mouth and leaving the tines of the plastic fork between her lips.  "I'm
not wearing panties."

   Her left hand curled under her left leg, grabbing the right, inside, leg
band of her shorts.  She played with the edges, her fingers dipping in and
running up and down the rounded line.  I watched, waiting, my fingers
rubbing my fork as my sister pulled the leg band away from her thigh.

   Her small, shiny pink pussy came into view, bare of hair from her lips
to the start of her clitoral hood.  Her outer labia pressed against her
inner, turning her vertical opening into a creamy, wet line of beauty.

   "Feels good," Wendy whispered.  "With the breeze stroking it." She
looked down.  "Your fingers would feel better."

   My cock hardened, going from the semi-erect pole it was upon seeing my
sister in her uniform, to the rock-hard iron bar at her display her pussy
for me.  My sister's eyes, voice, and lips dared me to touch her.

   "You didn't touch me there last night," Wendy said.  "Not really.  You
massaged me, but you didn't go deep enough to feel how tight I am." She
looked around.  "Isn't virgin pussy supposed to be the tightest pussy there
is?"

   The wind picked up as I put my hand on my sister's right calf, just a
movement away from her sexy snatch.  Her strawberry-gold hair danced like a
flame for a moment, a beacon for anyone looking in our direction.  Would
they know when I touched her?

   A chill ran through me.  I moved my fingers forward, palm up, and
brushed my sister's lovely slit with the tips of my middle and forefinger.
Her cunny was pillow-soft, and her clear, honey-thick cream drenched my
fingertips as I scooped them through her wet valley.

   Wendy poked a small tomato with her fork.  She brought it between her
legs, rubbing it against my fingers and her lips, pushing them inward.  I
watched as she raised the fork and offered me a taste of her nectar.  I ate
it, fluttering my fingers down and further into the narrow crevice between
her thighs.

   "Mm," Wendy moaned, her eyes closing, her lips opening, her breath
escaping her in a sensual wisp of sound.  "Bet you're glad you have a
younger sister now, aren't you?"

   "I have always have been," I said as I ate the food in my mouth.  "Mm,
sweetest dressing there is."

   Wendy blushed, her pale skin turning cherry pink, much like the
delicious treat my fingers were playing with.  I pushed into her oven-hot
hole, making her utter a mellow, "Uh." She was soft between her legs, and
her dewy lips gave way, but the shallow entrance into her deeper tunnel
fought against my stroking fingertips.

   "It's going to be a tight fight for my dick," I said, rubbing upward to
play with my sister's clit.  I let my fingers stray downward again, turning
them vertically as I entered her softness.  I pressed my thumb gently
against the beaded pearl of her clit and rubbed her with gentle, circular
motions.

   "Trying to scare me?" Wendy asked, sighing.  "Well -"uh -"you're only
making me  -"mm -"wetter."

   My sister was telling the truth.  Her pussy was dripping with honey. 
She rocked her hips against my fingers as best she could.  I pushed into
her to the second knuckles.  She groaned, softly, sexily, biting her lower
lip and opening her eyes.  She watched me as I played with her cunny. 
Wendy's face trembled, pleasure washing over her features.  Her breathing
quickened, and her eyes burned into mine, demanding release.

   "You're going to come out here, where everyone can see?" I asked,
fucking my fingers all the way into her body.  Her walls gripped me
tightly, as wet as they were, it was still and in and out struggle to get
them nestled within the soft, velvet tunnel of her inner channel.

   "If you -"Jamie, fuck -"keep touching me like this." Wendy looked
around. She opened her mouth wider, breathing harder.  "People are looking.
Do they -"uh -"know what you're doing to your sister?"

   I wiggled my thumb faster against her pearl while twisting my fingers
upward and curling them against the underside of her pubic mound.  I held
her little pussy like a bowling ball, rubbing her inside and out while the
scent of her muff filled the air.

   "Yes," I answered.  "They know my hand is between your thighs." I pushed
my fingers firmly into her dripping snatch.  "They know I have your pussy
in my hand."

   "Fuck," Wendy cried, biting her lower lip and cutting off her
almost-shout.  She came, trying to hold the sound in, but her joy escaped
in several high-pitched gasps.

   I kept my fingers inside of her until her orgasm drifted away.  When I
pulled them out, she shuddered, and I licked my fingers clean of her taste.

   "You belong there, inside of me," Wendy said.  "See you when I get home.
I have a lot of energy I need to work off before tonight; otherwise, you're
a dead man."

   "Fucked to death by a virgin," I said.  "Sounds like a saintly way to
go."

   Wendy laughed, smiling a silly smile at me as she ran off to join a
game.

   Dangerous Foreplay

   I was eating at the kitchen bar when Wendy came home, right as the sun
was setting.  Mom was washing dishes and sipping wine, while Dad lay on one
of the three living room couches that formed a horseshoe around his three
television pyramid treasure.  You'd think he built it himself, the way he
talked about it.

   "Were you playing soccer all day?" Mom asked.

   "Most of it," Wendy said.  "But I did meet a boy in the park for lunch."

   "A boy?" I asked.  "A boy?"

   Wendy rolled her eyes.  "A man."

   "Oh," Mom said.  "Tell me about this man-boy."

   "He's very handsome," Wendy said, "and he makes me feel warm inside, but
I need to shower."

   "Oh, really?" Mom asked, giving me a surprised, but happy look.

   I shrugged.

   "We're going to watch a movie soon," Mom said.  "You two should join us
instead of hiding out together, like a couple of shut-ins."

   "I -""

   "Okay," Wendy said.  "I'll take a quick shower.  Jamie, you should
change into something relaxing now, so don't have an excuse to run away in
the middle of the movie."

   Wendy walked past me, tugging at my shoulder as she headed for our room.
I stood from my chair, shrugged at Mom again, and followed Wendy.  I closed
and locked the door, catching her from behind as she tossed her backpack
onto the bed.

   "Oh," Wendy said, giggling.  She grabbed my arms as I wrapped them
around her.  "Eager for your sister's body, or is it my virginity you're
after?"

   I kissed her neck, her jaw, and turned her chin toward me so I could
taste her lips.  Our tongues danced as my hard-on pressed into the small of
her back, making her giggle.

   "I need to shower," Wendy said, excited and she pushed my arms down her
body.  "I smell like sweat."

   "Yes, you do.  I like it." Strangely, I did, it gave her a primal,
animalistic aroma that only made me harder for her body.

   "Gross." Wend turned around, holding me by the cheeks as I planted
little kisses on her.  "Change, I'm going to shower."

   "I want to wash you."

   A thoughtful, eye-raising, and lip-pursing expression brightened my
sister's face.  "I'll let you after tonight." She took my hand, placing it
on her pussy over her shorts.  "I'm too wet to tease right now, and I want
to have some fun before we lock our door again."

   I squeezed her pussy.  Wendy scooted her butt back, glaring at me with a
warning look of: oh, you fucker.  I licked my lips.  I could see she didn't
know whether to run or give in, but I walked to my side of the room and
changed.  I waited for her to finish her shower and I watched her dress in
a pair red, pussy-hugging, cotton boyshorts, and a small gray crop top
t-shirt.  She didn't bother with a bra or panties.

   "Let's go," she said, grabbing a small blanket and wrapping it around
her shoulders like a mantle.

   We shut off all the lights in the living room.  Dad and Mom lay on the
side couches, while Wendy and I took up the back couch, several feet behind
their heads.  We sat at either end.  Wendy had her feet up on the cushions,
and she was facing me with the blanket covering her from her breasts on
down.  I sat with my feet on the floor, wondering what she had planned.

   Dad played with his master remote.  His TVs were set up with two on a
bottom shelf and a third rising above them, centered where they met.  It
was bad enough when he watched all three, but when football came around,
and he had a picture within a picture going, it was impossible to sit with
him.

   Blade Runner 2049 appeared on the top screen.  I sighed as quietly as I
could.  It was a three-hour movie, and I had wanted to take Wendy to my bed
hours ago.  She rolled her eyes at me, mouthing, "Sorry."

   The movie played, and we watched.  Mom sipped wine and Dad a bottled
beer, something caramel flavored and named after an abbey.  They offered us
a drink, but we declined.

   The movie wasn't on long before Wendy pulled her blanket from her right
leg, the closest to the back of the couch.  She turned onto her left side,
reaching back and pulled the leg band of her shorts up her butt, presenting
me with a naked butt cheek.  I widened my eyes at her, but she only smiled,
playfully pretending to smack her ass before stopping.  My cock pumped up
to full hardness in moments.  I laid my right ankle on my left knee, but I
didn't hide my tenting shorts from my sister's eyes.

   "For me," Wendy mouthed, bringing her hands to her heart and adding,
"aw" with a lovey-dovey roll of her eyes.

   I wanted to laugh.  I rubbed my hand over my cock and turned my head as
a chill ran up my neck.  Wendy smiled, narrowing her eyes.  She grabbed her
shorts at her hip and pulled downward, turning onto her back and letting me
see her iliac cut almost to her mound.  I licked my lips.  She shook her
head, pulling her shorts back into place.

   I grabbed my dick by the base and held tight.  I shook it once, but I
watched my parents, afraid they might turn around.  Wendy didn't watch
them. She drew back her heels to her butt and spread her feet as much as
she could while keeping them on the couch.  The light from the TV wasn't
much, but there was enough moonlight shining through the upper windows to
highlight her shorts as they dug into the valley of her muffin.

   I pulled my cock against my stomach, rubbing the underside of my shaft.
Wendy ran her fingers over her inverted triangle, blowing me a sensual kiss
and giving me that "oh so good" look as she touched her pussy for me.  My
right leg started to fidget.

   Wendy smiled.  She reached into the waistband of her shorts and pushed,
forcing them down her butt and up her thighs until she had them trapped
behind her knees.  The bottoms of her butt cheeks and her fresh teen pussy
were bare to my eyes.

   I was losing it.  I stroked my cock once, mouthing, "I'm going to come."

   Wendy shook her head.  "Show me your dick," she spoke in silence.

   I looked at our parents; neither had spoken since the movie began.  Dad
could have been drifting in and out of sleep.  My sci-fi loving Mom, a
blonde version of my sister complete with a light sprinkling of freckles,
was fixated on the movie.

   Roaring, blood-tingling energy swam through my veins.  Sweat beaded my
forehead.  A chill sent an electrical buzz through my body.  Breathing
hard, I took the waistband of my shorts and lifted, baring my cock for my
sister's eyes.  My hard-on sprung straight into the air, thick and
painfully stiff.

   My sister reached around her toned cheeks, placing her fingers on her
outer labia, and she spread her lips for me.  Her pussy folds parted,
sticky with juices that stretched into wet strands that snapped apart as
her cunt lips slowly opened.  Her slit was as cherry as her hair, reminding
me of fresh, strawberry cream.  I couldn't wait to taste the velvet
smoothness between her legs.

   "Go to our room," I said.

   Wendy rolled her eyes, looking at the TV.  I widened my eyes at her. 
Her smile was big and full of laughter as she looked away from me.  She
looked back, mouthing, "Why?" with a curious look on her face.

   "Because I want you," I said, growling in silence.  "I want to fuck
you."

   "But" -"she made a confused face -""you're my brother."

   I stroked my cock.  "I'm going to come."

   "No."

   "I want to make love to you."

   She tilted her head to the side, smiling at me with a strange amusement
and longing, as if she found my need for her cute and didn't want it to
end.

   "Okay," she finally mouthed, faking a pout as if reluctant to give in,
as if she was doing me a favor.

   I put my dick away and excused myself.  Dad snored, and Mom mumbled
something.  On my way past my sister, she reached up and grabbed my bulge,
squeezing my cock through my shorts.  She stared at me, her eyes smoky and
intense.  Her lower lip trembled as if a barely controlled desire for me
was struggling to escape her body.

   I lowered my head and kissed her.  The TV swallowed the soft sounds that
our silky lips and wet tongues created.  She squeezed my cock hard when our
mouths connected.  I reached between her legs to pet her warm cunny folds
with all four of my fingers pressed together.  They came away wet and
sticky.

   My sister released my prick.  I went to our room and waited.

   Some Things are Private

   I left the door opened when I entered the bedroom.  I didn't want to
wait.  I was ready to go back out there and drag Wendy to my bed if she
allowed too many minutes to slip by.  We were both lucky -"she didn't want
to wait either.  Wendy stepped into our room and locked the door.  She let
her blanket fall to the floor, but she shook her head while I waited for
her to come to me.

   "My bed," Wendy said, turning on our lights.  "This is our moment."

   I walked across our room, crossing my arms and taking the bottom of my
shirt in my hands, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor
before I reached my sister.  Our lips met, my arms moving around her body
while she held my jaw, maneuvering my lips against hers as she desired.

   My arms dominated Wendy's body, overly large for her delicate frame. 
I'd soon be slipping a piece of me inside of her.  I'd have to be gentle,
no matter how much of an animal my lust for her created within me.  I
wanted to absorb her as I held her.  I wanted to feel her in every part of
me.

   I led Wendy to her bed, our kissing creating soft, satisfied moans, the
kinds of sounds a person makes when trying extra decadent sweets.  I ran my
hands through her silky hair, slowly breaking our kiss with soft tugs of
her red locks.  Wendy continued pecking at my lips, not wanting to break
our contact, so I let her fall to the bed while I stood over her.

   "Oh," Wendy said, surprised when her butt hit the bed, and I hadn't
followed.  She bit her lip, staring up at me, waiting to see what I'd do
next.

   I pushed my shorts down my hips.  They dropped to my feet, allowing my
hard, throbbing cock to bounce near my sister's face.  Before I could do
anything, Wendy took me into her mouth, her breath scalding my glans with
heat as soothing as a sauna's misty air.

   I don't know how I didn't come the moment Wendy's tongue licked across
the underside of my knob.  My cum splashed around within my balls, as
turbulent as colliding storms, but my cock refused to surrender my orgasm
to my sister's hungry mouth and stroking hands.

   "Wendy," I said, my voice trembling, everything I was becoming weak. 
"If you don't stop -""

   "You'll come," Wendy said, dragging her lips from my hardness.  "You
don't want your sister's mouth?"

   I grunted.  I slipped my hands under her shoulders, holding her in the
curves connecting my thumbs and forefingers, and I tossed her onto the
center of her bed.  She laughed, giddy and surprised, landing with a
soft whoosh against the mattress that sent a rippling wave across the
sheets.

   I crawled onto the bed, sitting on my knees and grabbing her ankles,
spreading her legs.  I ran my hands over her pale skin, gliding my palms
across her sleek muscles and running my fingers down the insides of her
thighs.  Her warm skin sent electric thrills through my arms, connecting at
my heart.  My cock jerked.

   "Your dick loves me," Wendy said, touching my erection with her fingers.
"It wants me so much."

   I shivered as she jerked my stiffness in her soft hands.  I pushed my
fingers through the leg band of her shorts, touching the outer, meatier
folds of her labia.  Wendy fell back onto her elbows, watching as I toyed
with her pussy.  I slid my forefingers down to her slit, connecting the
tips over her inner lips and brushed them through her wet valley.  Her
juices soaked my fingers and drenched her cotton shorts like thin panties.
I tugged her shorts down her legs, tossing them aside and leaving her only
in her short crop top.

   "So fucking pretty," I said, running the tip of my forefinger through
her slit.  "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

   "Yeah," Wendy whispered.  Her cheeks had gone pink; her lust-glazed eyes
stared down at my fingers as I pushed her nether lips open.  "What are you
going to do with it, now that it's yours?"

   "I'm going to love it," I said, cupping her creamy softness and letting
her juices coat my fingers.

   Wendy dropped her head back, closing her eyes.  She wiggled her hips
against my hand, pushing her cunny against my palm.  I slid my middle
finger between her folds, curling the tip into her crevice.  I found her
hole warm and ready to be filled.

   "Mm," she moaned, her eyes now slits as she stared down at my hand.  "I
love how you touch me."

   I lay on my stomach between her legs, pushing her right thigh open with
my left hand.  I licked the length of her slippery slit with my finger
still inside of her, ending at her clit.  Wendy jerked her hips, her body
spasming under my touch.

   "Finger me," Wendy whispered, rolling her pussy at me.  "Finger-fuck me,
Jamie."

   I pushed my finger into her, pulled out, and pushed in, watching her
cream soak my skin.  I slid into her creamy box, having to wriggle my way
through her slick tightness.  Her walls clung to my single digit, sucking
and rubbing my forefinger with mouth-watering hunger.  I slipped my middle
finger into her dripping hole, making my sister groan with pleasure.

   "You like that, baby?" I asked, kissing my sister's pussy softly.

   "Yes," Wendy moaned.  "Fuck, yes."

   I pumped her with my palm held upward, curling my fingers against the
underside of her mound.  I watched as her meaty clam parted for me.  Wet,
silvery strands of her slick honey made sticky sounds as I swirled my
fingers in the depths of her hot pussy meat.  I couldn't wait much longer.
Wendy's whimpers intensified, and I had to taste her twat.  I fastened my
lips to her shiny pearl, sucking the little nubbin of flesh into my mouth
while pushing my tongue against her with fast, up and down strokes.

   "Oh, fuck," Wendy gasped.  "Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh -"god!" My sister came.
Her inner channel released a torrent of sweet nectar.  I licked her clit
through her orgasm, breaking her whimpers as her breath trembled and her
body spasmed.  When her orgasm ended, I pulled my slick fingers from her
pussy and spread her lips open, her cream stretching between her parting
walls.  I licked the juices from her yummy peach until she uttered, "No
more, please, Jamie, I can't take it."

   Pulling my mouth away from her dripping hole, I kissed her mound,
running my tongue through her silky, strawberry curls.  I licked the dip in
her waist, moved upward to her belly button.  I teased the shallow hole,
running my tongue in a circle around that small divot and pushed in,
tonguing her navel.  My sister gasped, pushing and pulling at my head by
curling her fingers within my hair.  I moved upward.

   I pushed the hem of her crop top over her small, round tits, fastening
my mouth onto her right nipple.  I sucked the thick, bright pink bud into
my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak and small areola.  My sister
held me against her breast while I squeezed and massaged the other,
sometimes strumming her tight bud between my fingers.  I switched to her
left breast, and my left hand played with her right mound.  I kept this up
until my cock begged me to let it inside of my sister's pussy.

   I moved over my sister's body, my erection trapped between us, the upper
side of my cock nestled against her slot with her swollen pussy lips
bulging over my girth.  I took my sister's top off, wanting her nude
against me.  Her small, athletic body bore my weight, her heat merging with
mine.

   "You ready?" I asked, reaching between us.  I grabbed my cock under the
head, sliding the tip over her labia until I found her small entrance and
lodged my knob against her virgin hole.

   "Yes," Wendy said, breathing hard.  "Fuck me." She kissed me.  "Oh my
god, fuck me." She sounded embarrassed.  She sounded excited.  She sounded
desperate and a hundred other words that made my pre-cum spill against her
opening.

   Wendy covered her face with both of her hands, her skin blushing bright
pink, and I held myself from pushing into her body.

   "What wrong?" I asked, gritting my teeth as electricity pulsed from my
knob down to balls and asshole.

   "I just told my brother to fuck me." Wendy lowered her hands and rolled
her eyes, smiling.  "Feels right, doesn't it?" She laid her hands over mine
on the bed, trying to hold them as I balanced myself above her.

   "Yes," I said, pushing my cock into her and taking her virginity.

   "Uh," Wendy gasped, her eyes going wide.  She grabbed onto my hips,
digging her fingers into my flesh.  Her legs opened.  Her knees came up,
and she planted her feet on my outer thighs.

   "Are you okay?" I asked.  My voice trembled as her heat surrounded me.
Wendy's pussy muscles clung to me as if painted on, wetting my shaft and
sucking on the head of my cock.  I had never felt anything as smoothly
textured as my sister's inner walls as they attempted to pull me deeper
into her horny body.

   "Fuck me," Wendy moaned, trying to pull me into her pink channel with
her legs.  "Fuck me deep.  Fuck me good."

   I moaned, pushing into my sister's pussy slowly.  My body tightened as I
sank further into her.  That raging storm of cum roiling around my balls
wanted out.  Every inch I sank into my sister sent small eruptions through
my shaft, causing me to shake in mini orgasms as I slid deeper into her
snatch.

   "Fuck," I gasped as my sister's pussy lips stretched to take me.  I
could feel her slippery insides fighting against my thickness.

   "Uh, uh, uh," Wendy moaned into my mouth, trying to kiss me and cry out
at the same time.  "Uh-fuck," she grunted when I hit bottom and my balls
pressed against her ass.

   "Yeah, Wendy," I moaned, unable to stop from coming.  I couldn't pull
out.  Wendy locked her legs around my waist; crossing her ankles over my
flexing ass and held me deep within her.  I shook, I trembled, and I
swirled my dick inside of her warm pink pudding until my orgasm ended.

   "I'm sorry," I said, breathing hard.  My cock did not go soft.

   "It's okay," Wendy said, rubbing my back.  "You're right where you're
supposed to be." She moaned.  "You're thick and big, and you're still hard,
so fuck me when you're ready."

   I laughed, cringing as spams of pleasure tortured the sensitive head of
my prick.  I feared I'd come again if I moved.  I kissed my sister instead,
waiting for some of my control to return before I showed Wendy how much I
loved her.

   Our lovemaking started slowly.  I moved a little at a time, watching her
face and listening to her breath catch as I let her adjust to my size for
the first time.  My cock slid into her, pushing her lips inward and pulling
them outward when I withdrew.  Wendy's tightness never loosened as I poked
and prodded her depths, finding every nook and cranny and grinding the head
of my cock into them.

   "Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah," Wendy moaned, her tone and pitch changing with
the varying depths I allowed my pulsing prick to sink to.  "Mm, umm, huh,
oh, fuck, fuck." Her desperate chanting filled my ears, spurring me on.

   My slow movements turned to fast strokes, punishing the deepest portions
of Wendy's wet tunnel for several minutes.  I eventually pulled back,
fucking her shallowest depths and leaving her breathless.  Soon our bodies
were slapping against each other, bouncing over the bed, fucking hard, her
hot cummy hole taking the pounding I gave her and wanting more.  We filled
the room with loud, slap, slap, slapping, sounds as our hips collided,
and my balls spanked her firm ass.  Wendy's groans turned animal, and she
came, holding me tight to her as she wet my dick with her cum.

   I watched her face contort, the agony straining her features at odds
with the pleasure shaking through her body.  "You're beautiful when you
come," I said, brushing her wild hair from her face as she calmed herself.

   Wendy blushed, looking away from my admiring eyes.  I kissed her jawline
and slowed my humping hips.  I pumped my dick into her softness gently,
allowing her to feel every inch of my dick as I filled and stretched her
willing love-hole.  Wendy bit my shoulder.  I humped my muscular ass up and
down, flexing when I reached the deepest part of her pussy while swelling
my thickness inside of her at the same time.

   We came again, this time together.  My cum filled my sister's pussy once
more as I released a surprising amount of sperm into her pink, inner
chamber.  My cock partially softened as I held myself within her.  I let my
sister milk my shaft with her hard-working cunny muscles, her caress making
me shiver when I withdrew from her body, a mini orgasm sucking another wad
of jizz from my balls.

   "That was amazing," Wendy said, exhausted.

   I couldn't speak.  I interlocked my fingers with hers and held her hand
as I lay next to her.

   We fell asleep in each other's arms not long after.

   Sunrise

   We woke before the sun rose.  I stood behind my sister, taking her pussy
with firm strokes while she braced her hands against our windowed-wall and
stared out over the city.

   "I love your ass," I said, spanking her right cheek.  Her muscles
bounced, turned pink.  "I love your body."

   "I love -"uh -"your -"uh" -"Wendy grunted as my pumping lifted her onto
her toes -""I love your cock.  I love it hard."

   I slowed down.

   "Hard, baby," Wendy pouted.  "I want people to see how hard you can fuck
me."

   "We're going to make your pussy sore," I said, flexing my cock within
her.

   "Sore is good," Wendy moaned, biting off her last word as I plunged my
dick through her cream-drenched cunny lips.  "I'm an -"oh -"athlete; sore
is good."

   I continued giving my sister smooth strokes of my dick, punctuated by
deep thrusts that left her breathless and bent her elbows against the
glass. Wendy took me, fought me, and humped her pussy back at me in rolling
waves of cock-hungry desperation.  I looked out the window, wishing that we
were facing the sunrise.

   "Do you think Holly and Alex are watching?" I asked.

   "Yes," Wendy moaned.

   "Are we going to let them watch us up close?" I fucked my dick deep into
her hole.  "Like we watched them?" I fucked her harder.

   "God, yes." Wendy tightened her pussy walls around my cock.  "Holly and
Alex and . . .  any strangers who catch us fucking."

   "In the park," I whispered in my sister's ear.

   "Just like the park." Wendy looked at Holly's apartment.  "Harder, baby.
Fuck me harder."

   "In bars?" I asked, increasing the firmness of my strokes.

   "At the Underground," Wendy whimpered.  "On that bed surrounded by
mirrors."

   "Soon," I promised my sister, lost in the moment.

   "Yeah," Wendy moaned as my hips slapped into her ass, making her cheeks
ripple.  "Oh yeah."

   We fucked against the window until we came again, and I pulled out of
her pussy, spraying the last of my jizz onto her inner thighs.  Wendy
leaned against the window, breathless, her tits plastered to the glass. 
After a moment of rest, I picked her up in my arms and carried to our
restroom, where she let me wash her body clean of the sex cloaking her
skin.

   We slept in her bed, making love one more time before joining our
parents for breakfast while hiding the smiles on our faces.

   After. . . .

   Wendy and I had a great adventure planned for our future, and it had
begun with our parents jokingly suggesting that there was room for our
relationship to grow closer.  And yet it did, and it continues to do so and
will continue to do so throughout our lives.

   Together.


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