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 Title: Creeper Pass-A Cure for Depression
Summary: A sister makes a bold decision to try and save her brother.
Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,young,

   Josie opened her eyes a crack and looked her naked body over in the
mirror.

   The sight made her wince.

   Her body had changed so much over the last few years.  Where there were
once sharp lines and flat plains there were now generous curves and heavy
mounds that fought to escape every item of clothing she tried to squash
herself into.

   She knew her breasts were too heavy and her chunky ass stuck out too
far. Her little pout of a tummy bothered her the most though.  She tried to
suck it in, but she could still see the subtle ring of plumpness that had
developed around her navel.  Every time she looked at her body she could
practically see her mother's face in the mirror behind her, distorted by
revulsion at what her daughter had let herself become.

   Her supposed friends were no better.  She had overheard them enough
times to know they reveled in her sudden weight gain and how all the boys'
attention was supposedly drifting elsewhere.  It seemed Josie could not
escape judgment, least of all when she stayed at home, where her mother
controlled her dinner portions and made snide comments if she saw Josie
eating so much as a rice cake.

   What annoyed Josie the most was that she wasn't even fat.  Not really.
She just wasn't the stick insect she used to be.  In her late teenage years
hormones had wracked her body, giving her a generous helping of tits and
ass as well as other curves she had not asked for.  It wasn't like she ate
more or exercised less.

   It was her parents her gave her these genes.  Josie's only crime, as she
could see it, was that she refused to live like her ascetic monk of a
mother.

   The only person she had left in her life, who had made her feel she had
any kind of self-worth, was Clark.

   But then, they had taken him away too.

   She had a plan to get him back though.  It was a bold plan and, for
Josie especially, it was absolutely terrifying to contemplate.

   Not sure her courage would hold for much longer, Josie pulled on her
underwear.  Her mother had thrown out her old bras and panties and had
replaced them with body constricting shape-wear.  She covered these with a
baggy sweater and jeans.  Then she picked up the envelope on her desk and
walked out into the hallway.

   Clark's room was just two doors down, past their shared bathroom.  When
she reached it she paused and peeked through the gap he had left in the
doorway.

   Clark was just sitting on his bed.  His expression was the same vacant
one he had worn since he had returned from the hospital last month.

   Their mother and father really should have been here, sitting with him,
talking to him, but they were cowards.  Dad never left work anymore and
their mother always had some social engagement or pilates class to get to.
For each of them there was always a reason, anything to help them escape
dealing with their fat daughter or their broken son.

   Looking at him now, Josie was struck with a stabbing pain.  She was at
least partly to blame for the miserable state he was in, and it was up to
her to get him out of it.

   She knocked on Clark's door, but he gave no indication that he heard
her, he simply stared ahead at the blank wall.

   She came closer, but still he did not look up.  Only a few months
previously his eyes would have been burning her skin with their intensity.
Something flipped over in her stomach at that memory.

   Her hands shook as she held out the envelope.

   They steadied somewhat when she looked down into his dull eyes.  The
fire that had burned within them had been snuffed out and now there
appeared to be no sentience left capable of shaming her for what she was
about to do.  It made it easier, but it also caused a painful constricting
in her gut to flare up.

   What if she was too late?

   When he failed to take the envelope she hesitated, then thrust it
forward and let it fall to where his thighs were pressed together.  She
spun and walked briskly out the room before she could change her mind.

   Clark was all she had left in the world, and she was willing to risk
everything to get him back.

   After she had departed, Clark simply continued to stare at the wall as
if Josie had never come into his room.

   It was mostly by accident he found the envelope.  When his hand moved on
his leg he heard the crinkle of paper and looked down, a glimmer of
curiosity flashing through the dense fug surrounding his mind.

   Clark picked the white rectangle up and slowly turned it over in his
numbed fingers.  Somewhere, very far away in his mind, he noted a small wet
circle near one corner of the paper, which had turned it transparent.

   Had his sister been crying when she gave this to him?

   It was hard for him to tell.  Not so long ago his keen observance would
have picked up on every nuance of emotion that passed over his Josie's
lovely face.  But now he lived with a warm, drowsy blanket wrapped around
his mind, which made difficult for him to focus on anything.

   The drugs they had given him were supposedly a life raft.  But, after
they had bundled him into it they had then cast him loose and left him to
float free on the warm tropical ocean where time never seemed to pass and
memories just melted away.

   They had been right about one thing, he did not feel so sad any more. 
But then, he did not feel anything anymore.

   It took him a long time to open the letter.  He would have probably just
ignored it and continued to stare at the wall, but he dimly remembered
something strange in the way Josie had been acting.  Had she been
distressed?  Embarrassed?

   She was constantly concerned for him; she seemed to be the only one.

   He briefly wondered why Josie was still home.  Hadn't the colleges all
gone back now?  He would have puzzled it out more, but the thought slipped
away from him.  It was just another distant concern and, when things were
seen from the extremely distant perspective he now had, it was hard to
believe they were real.

   Finally, as if he were moving through thick molasses, Clark lifted the
flap of the envelope.  It was not stuck down and now it pointed at him,
just another finger of accusation.

   He dragged the letter out and flattened it carefully against his knee.
He stared at the words.  He recognized that they were in Josie's looping
handwriting, but discerning their meaning was like trying to focus on
something underwater.

   Eventually, the words seemed to snag a loose edge of his attention.  As
they settled into a rough arrangement that he could just about make meaning
of, he was surprised to find that his tissue-thin focus was actually
holding together.  It had been a very long time since that had happened.

   Dear little brother,

   First of all, I am writing to you to apologize.  I know I had some part
in what pushed you over the edge and for that I will never forgive myself.

   I did not understand for a long time.  I saw you the way they all did,
as some kind of perv or freak.  I used to hate the way you lurked around
me, always watching, always staring.  It made me feel naked before you. 
But I am beginning to realize that those were my own insecurities.  There
was never any malice behind what you did.  You just watched.

   I know you always had a special place for me, and I used to resent you
following me wherever I went.  I remember shouting at you when you tried to
peek into the bathroom when I was showering or stared down my cleavage. 
These were not things little brothers were supposed to do.

   Now I would do anything to have you return, doing those things again, if
only it would bring the rest of you back with it.  In fact, seeing I am
being honest, I kind of miss having your eyes on me.  At least when you
looked at me I felt like I existed.  I could even pretend to myself that I
might still be beautiful, at least in someone's eyes.

   That, for me, is what we all failed to see in our ignorance.  They might
call you a voyeur or peeping Tom, but you are much more than that.  I have
to admit here that I snooped in your room while you were in rehab, looking
for answers as to why you did what you did.  It was there that I found your
sketch pads and went through them.  I cannot tell you how captivated I was
by your drawings.  You capture things in ways I could never see.

   What we failed to notice was that you see beauty everywhere, beauty that
we all walk by and ignore every day.  Not only that, but you are able to
somehow capture that moment.  Perhaps if we saw the world the way you did
we would also take more time to stop and stare.  Maybe we are the freaks
and you are the one who sees the world as the beautiful place it really is.

   Perhaps if I had known that then I would not have been so thoughtless
and cruel towards you as the rest of them.

   I am not sure if it was our lack of understanding or the persecution you
suffered that finally drove you to try and take your own life.  All I know
is that it nearly broke me.  I think, for the first time I was finally able
to admit just how much you meant to me.

   They said that they saved you, that you responded to the treatment and
the antidepressants.  They said you can now live a happy, normal life but,
all I see is that the person they brought back from the psych ward is not
my little brother anymore.  He is the empty husk of what used to be there.

   I miss him so much and I want him back.  Whatever differences we had, we
were a team.  You were the only one who stood up for me when mom's words
grew too hurtful.  The only one to watch over me and make me feel like one
person in this world gave a damn.

   So, I have come up with a plan.  A desperate one, but then I find that I
am desperate.  I have been reading up on your condition?  Proclivities?  I
am not sure what to call it.  Suffice to say, you are not alone, there is a
surprisingly large community out there and I followed several forums while
looking for advice on how to reach you.

   One idea stood out above all the others.  They call it a "Creeper Pass."

   It works like this: A Creeper Pass can be gifted to anyone like you by
someone who loves and understands them.  It grants the holder a 24 hour
period of unrestricted, non-judgemental voyeurism.  You can read the rules
below, but I want to offer that to you as my gift.  My last hope of
bringing you back to me.

   The whole brother-sister thing is difficult for me to wrap my mind
around, but I figure that for one day I can put my prejudices aside and let
you be who you need to be.  If it can bring you back even a little bit then
it will be worth any sacrifice to me.

   So, starting from 7 am tomorrow morning, the rules of the Creeper Pass
will be implemented.  Mom and dad will be out the house and, while that is
to be expected, I have double checked to make sure.  You will also notice
that I have not stopped by to give you your meds today.  I am hoping that,
free from its effects you can better decide what to do with this gift.

   Yours, with love,

   Jo

   As Clark puzzled over this very strange letter a slip of printed paper
fell onto the floor.  For a wonder, he found his overpowering apathy had
dimmed enough that he could reach down and pick it up.  The paper had
printed writing on it and looked like a voucher of some kind.  The only
part of it that had Josie's handwriting on it was where his and her names
were spelled out on lines printed there for the purpose, as well as her
signature at the bottom.

   It read:

   CREEPER PASS

   This pass entitles the bearer, Clark Mclaghan, to 24 hours of
unrestricted creeping upon the giver, Josie Mclaghan.

   The rules for this period are as follows:

   No door may be closed to the bearer, nor may he be asked to leave a room
in which the giver is present.

   The bearer has the right to shift, lift, open or remove any item of
clothing he wishes unless specifically told otherwise by the giver.

   The bearer is entitled to remove any items of his own clothing in the
presence of the giver.

   Unless given permission, the bearer may not touch the giver.  He may,
however, touch himself without fear of recrimination.

   Unless given permission, the bearer may not take pictures or video of
the giver under any conditions.

   Any mess that may result as a consequence of the bearer's actions is the
bearer's responsibility to tidy up.

   Clark had no concept of how long he stared at that singular piece of
paper.  The meaning of these words, so unexpected, so utterly outside of
anything he could have dreamed of, burned through his mental fog like the
first rays of sunlight.

   Could it really be true?

   He read the letter and the words on the Creeper Pass over and over
again, late into the night.  Each time he did so he expected to find out
that he had misread or misunderstood them in some way.  But each time it
proved to be true a small shift happened deep inside of him.  It was
opening up small cracks in the ice encasing his soul and slowly, very
slowly a small trickle of warmth was starting to melt through.

   The next morning, Josie stirred from her slumber, unwilling to leave the
warm embrace of sleep.  She had had a fitful night.  A loop of questions
had run in her brain without letup: Would her letter work?  Was she
disgusting for even considering it as an option?  Why did her body react to
the thought of those unflinching eyes of his burning over her skin?  Why
did even the thought of it seem to light a flame somewhere deep in her
belly?

   She must have fallen asleep at some point because, as she rose to the
surface of consciousness, she became aware of the presence in the room that
had woken her.  Even without opening her eyes she felt a quickening of her
pulse.  He looming figure she sensed, rather than being ominous, gave her
comfort.  She had missed being in the protection of that shadow.

   Eyes still closed, she rolled onto her back and stretched.  Her muscles
pulled at her joints exquisitely and her tight tank top grew even tighter
across her stomach and chest, the fabric rubbing on her tender nipples.

   She let a sliver of light painfully stab through a narrow slit in her
eyelids.  As her pupils adjusted the figure beside her bed came more and
more into focus.

   She did not need to see him to know it had worked, the first part
anyway. Where it would go from here was anyone's guess.  But she had done
enough to get him out of his room, which was no small achievement.

   She could actually feel the heat of his gaze on her like morning
sunlight through the curtains.  Her own gaze was fixed on the first thing
that filled her line of sight: Clark's tartan sleeping shorts, which had a
very prominent bulge in their centre.

   Those adverse effects of the medication, at least, seemed to have worn
off in the night

   With a smile and a small sigh, she folded herself back in after her
luxuriant stretch.  Squinting up at his face, she could see his eyes were
focused intently on her chest.  She looked down and felt a shock that
turned to a pleasant tingle throughout her body.

   In her stretch, her breasts had nearly pulled free of her top.  As it
was, a small arc of dark pink areola was peeking out from under the
turquoise fabric.  Her nipples too had rapidly hardened into little peaks
under the top, pushing the material up, and her brother was lapping up the
sight.

   When he finally realized she was watching him watch her, Clark flushed
and took a step back.

   Seeing he was about to bolt she spoke up in a voice still croaky from
sleep, "Wait, don't go.  I...  You're...  You're out of your room?" She
hadn't intended it to sound like a question.

   Clark nodded and averted his eyes sheepishly.  His hand had fallen to
cover his crotch.

   "You read my letter?"

   Clark nodded again, slower this time.

   "Okay then," She fortified herself, "Then you know about the Pass?  You
know you don't have to feel ashamed about this," She gestured between the
two of them, "About any of this.  Not today, and never in front of me.  I'm
giving you complete amnesty, so long as you obey the rules."

   As he hesitated at the edge of her bed, Josie added, "I am so happy to
see you, Clark.  The real you, I mean.  I missed you so much.  Please don't
go back.  Just go with it, okay?  It's not like you have anything to lose.
I really am okay with all of this."

   Her voice came out so steady even she almost believed herself.

   Clark hesitated a moment longer, his eyes darted around the room as he
considered his options.  She knew he had come to a resolution when those
same eyes locked onto hers and he took a half-step forward.  Something was
stirring deep in their lifeless depths.

   She had the strange sensation of feeling herself relax, while an
opposing tension built up in her stomach muscles.

   Clark did a long, slow pan over her body, still half under the duvet and
laid out on the bed before him.  When he saw her looking at his hard cock
he made to cover it again, but she put a hand out to stop him.

   "No," She said soothingly, "It's okay.  I don't mind.  This is my gift
to you.  I don't want you to feel uncomfortable any more."

   Seeming to gain some confidence he looked at her breasts, fighting the
constraints of her too small tank top, and licked his lips.  Josie felt a
rush of excitement.  Maybe his inner creep was reawakening.  Maybe she
would bring him back yet.

   Knowing he would probably never build up the courage to take the next
step, Josie took in a deep breath.  She felt a little light-headed about
what she was about to do.  But, knowing it had to be done, she moved
quickly, pinched the spaghetti strap of her top and, in a smooth motion,
she pulled it down and to the side.

   Josie felt certain that they were both equally shocked when her enormous
naked breast spilled free.  Clark hissed and clenched his fists tight as if
to stop himself from diving forward.

   Lying on her back, as she was, the large mass had flattened and
partially slid to the side of her ribcage.  She felt the burning heat of
his gaze on her stretched, dimpled areola.  She watched with him as the
nipple in its center visibly swelled and stood to attention.  In her
peripheral vision, she caught the movement of the caged beast in his
sleeping shorts mirroring the action.

   Unconsciously he rubbed his thumb on his belly, his excitement clear.

   Josie rolled to her side slightly and arched her back, making her one
bare breast stand up proud.  She sighed and, eyeing the tenting in his
pants she said, "You have the Creeper Pass, Clark.  You can touch yourself
if you want."

   Clark looked down at the shaft straining at the material.  She could see
the internal battle he fought in his expressions.  It was a battle he lost,
apparently, because the next thing she knew Clark was using the flat of one
hand to drag his cock up so that it was between his waistband and his
stomach.  After he had slid his hand to the top he did not stop, but let
his hand slide down and repeated the action over and over.

   Josie fought the smile that, surprisingly, wanted to bubble out of her
and returned to laying flat on her back.

   While Clark stroked himself he grew bolder.  This time it was he who
reached out a hand, still trembling a little and let the fingers rest on
her other strap.  When Josie gave no indication that he should stop, he
hooked a finger under it and tugged it down while Josie lifted her
shoulders to assist him.

   She felt an unexpected rush of giddiness as her second bosom was
revealed.  When her body shivered the twin mounds sloshed gently around on
her chest.

   Clark had wrapped his hand around his cock through the fabric of his
pajama pants.  Josie could see a growing wet spot where the tip of his cock
was leaking through the material.

   A liquid heat had begun to pool in her belly as she lay unmoving and
watched her brother fondle himself.  Whatever energy he was drawing from
her to recover his old self, it was leaving a strong residue behind inside
her.

   For a long while they just watched each other.  Clark stared at her
naked tits, occasionally glancing up at her face as if to confirm this was
still really happening, and Josie stared at Clark's clothed manhood.  She
found herself wondering what it looked like underneath.

   She was surprised when she heard a voice command, "Take it out." It was
even more surprising when she realized it was her own voice.

   Clark gave her an unreadable look, before responding to the order like a
trained soldier.  He immediately started tugging down the waistband of his
pants.  His cock caught and was pulled downwards with the garment.  Josie
saw the dark patch of hair, his column of a shaft and his dangling balls
before she glimpsed the head of his cock.  When it was finally freed it
exploded out of its confines like it was spring loaded and bobbed up and
down in front of her.  Even as she watched he flexed an internal muscle and
it was as if an invisible hand had caught Clark's shaft and stabilized it.
The monstrous thing lowered itself slowly to point at Josie, weighed down
as it was by its bulbous head.

   Josie took in its impressive length and girth.  The tip glistened with a
sticky wetness from where it had been smeared against his pants.  She found
herself wondering if she could fit her hand all the way around the fat
crown of it.

   The seductress was a role Josie would never ordinarily have seen herself
in, especially with her body issues.  But she found herself growing into
it, as if it were a character she could comfortably play.  Only, she was
starting to wonder where the character ended and the true Josie began.  She
found herself lifting her hips up teasingly, catching Clark's eye.  He
looked down at the duvet that covered her to the waist and then reached out
a hand and tossed it off to the side.

   Josie looked down between her breasts and over the gentle convex of her
belly to the tight, cut-off boxer shorts she wore to bed.  She began to
swivel her hips enticingly.

   Courage seemed to fill Clark, as he gripped his naked cock in one hand
and bent over to tug at the hem of Josie's shorts with the other.  One side
slid down, revealing a trimmed patch of pubic hair.  As Clark reached over
it he let his hand hover just inches above it.  Josie could see the slight
tremble in his fingers as he contemplated stroking the silky patch of hair.
But, remembering the rules, He leaned over and began to tug at the other
hem.

   It was shocking how easy this all was.  How the wrongness of it all just
faded away in Clark's obvious enjoyment of her body.  It had seemed an
impossibility before, but it amounted to almost no effort for Josie to lift
her bottom and let her brother slide her little shorts over her generous
hips down to mid-thigh.

   Clark stared down, unblinking, his sister was suddenly, stunningly bared
before him.  He could not look away from her newly exposed pussy.  The
chubby swollen lips of it made it impossible to see deeper into the
delicate cleft, but it was more than enough for Clark.

   As he scrutinized her sex, Josie felt her cheeks grow hot, but she made
no move to cover herself.  She would stay true to the promise she had made
to Clark.

   He leaned down, putting one hand down on the bed almost close enough the
touch Josie's skin, and then he allowed his eyes to sweep over her naked
body.  He seemed to be taking in every perfect curve.

   While he looked he began to suck in deep lungfuls of her scent, while
his hand began to pump rhythmically on his cock.

   Josie felt a strange tingle run up her spine and then spread across her
whole body.  She had never been observed so closely before, had never been
so obviously objectified and yet appreciated for who she was.

   She whimpered softly as Clark leaned in even closer and took in a deep
inhalation just inches above her pussy, drawing her scent into him.

   He was already so close, she could see the muscles chording in his neck,
and the quick convulsions that came from his hips as he jerked himself off
while leaning over her.

   When he turned his pleading eyes up to her face, Josie responded by
sitting up just enough to cross her arms and pull her top over her head. 
She then lay down again, before using her back and hips to scoot herself
closer to the edge of the bed.  She positioned herself with her chest just
under his painfully swollen cock head.

   He glanced up briefly to give her a questioning look.

   Could she really be suggesting what he thought she was suggesting?

   Josie considered carefully what she said next.  It was crazy, but her
revved up body was telling her it really wasn't that bad.  It wasn't like
they were actually committing incest, and it would be easier to clean up
this way, rather than if he finished on her bedspread.

   Besides, her breasts prickled with a need to feel his hot seed affirming
their perfection.

   "Do it," She said through clenched teeth, "Come on me."

   Clark was grunting now as his fist choked down on his length.  He
realized that it was probably too late to do it any other way, regardless.

   A single, heavy drop of pre-come spilled out of his tip and splashed
down on her left breast.  It left behind a gossamer thread that connected
his body to hers.  Like a grounding wire, it sent a jolt through her and up
to him.

   Clark was breathing in fast, hissing in breaths as his climax overtook
him.

   The hand that bore his weight balled up the sheet as his hips thrust
forward, forcing his rod through the tight fist he had made with his other
hand.  He held himself there a moment, the skin of his cock pulled back
painfully tight, and then he groaned loudly and began to shudder.

   Then, thick, sticky come poured out of his cock in spasmodic jets,
spattering Josie's substantial tits.  They quivered with the force of each
blast as it landed.

   She lifted her chest up to glory in the appreciation he was showing her
body.  The white streaks clung to her skin, wobbling in time with her
heaving breaths.  Though she had not touched herself or really moved in any
way, she felt electrified and breathless, as if what her brother had
experienced had somehow been, at least partially, transferred into her.  It
was the first time she had felt so desired in a very long time.

   Admiring the mess Clark had made of her chest she let the tip of her
tongue slip between her lips before she sucked them in and bit down on
them. It felt so wicked and dirty and yet completely enlivening.

   Her little brother had just come on her tits.

   Clark, in the meantime, had come out of his stupor and was looking down
at what he had wrought on his sister.  Josie saw the shame and uncertainty
bloom russet on his cheeks, as his mouth hung open slightly.

   "Don't worry so much, Clark," She soothed, "No consequences, remember?
Just don't forget the rules and all will be fine.  Speaking of which, I
think you had better help me clean up this mess."

   He glanced down sheepishly at her come-smeared chest as she gingerly
rose from the bed, trying to use her hands to catch his seed as it
threatened to drip off her and stain her bedspread and carpet.  That might
be a difficult stain to explain to their mother.  She took the hand he
proffered to help her up and then it was she who took the lead, pulling him
along into their shared bathroom.

   Clark stared at her naked backside, she had not bothered to pull up her
shorts and had to waddle slightly to make the short walk out her bedroom
and over to the bathroom door.

   Once she was inside she looked back over her shoulder and asked, "Will
you take those off for me?" Indicating her shorts with a nod.

   Clark knelt reverently and paused, his face inches from her broad,
rounded backside.  Then he dug his fingers into her shorts and pulled them
down.  After the first few inches of solid thigh they slipped down easily
to the floor.

   "Thanks," Josie said, stepping out of them and into the shower.  There
was a hiss as she turned on the water and then began to adjust the
temperature.

   She had left the door to the shower wide open.

   She looked back at him, a knowing smirk touching her lips and said, "You
gonna join me?  You won't see much from back there.  Besides, you have a
mess to clean up."

   Nearly tripping over himself, Clark stripped out of his pajamas in an
instant and stepped, bare as she was, into the shower stall, now filling
with hot steam.  Josie was already under the cascade of hot water.  Clark
appreciated how the water ran down her, conforming to her curves and
running off her ample protrusions in sheets.

   When he caught her looking at his semi-hard dick she gave only a small
shrug and then handed him a facecloth and a bar of soap.  Then she proudly
pushed out her chest and said, "Well, you had better clean me up."

   Clark nodded, transfixed again her magnificent breasts.  They had looked
incredible, spread out as she laid back on the bed, but when she stood up
they were even more impressive.  They were perfect teardrops which carried
most of their dense weight near their curved undersides.  Her wide,
sensitive-looking nipples were positioned just below center.  Though she
had been under the jets of water there were still remnants of his seed
stubbornly clinging to her skin.

   Carefully he first wet and then soaped up the face cloth.  Then he held
it out to her.  He had not even reached her before she stepped into it,
guiding her breast into his cloth covered hand.

   He rubbed the cloth over her, its texture felt rough against her smooth
skin.  As he pressed it against her firm breast he pinched down with his
thumb and fingers around her nipple and tugged the mass of it towards him.
He could not hear her over the sound of the shower, but he saw her eyelids
flicker and her lips part to let out a sound.

   With painstaking care be proceeded to cleanse her tits of any trace of
him.  Long after he was sure he was done, he continued to caress her,
washing around and between each breast, even lifting them to get under
them, into the crease between each one and her chest.

   She stood mostly still throughout, only moving to turn slightly this way
and that, to give him better access to her body.

   Long before he was done his hard-on had fully returned.

   "My turn," Josie said.  Clark was not sure what she meant until she
opened a bottle of shampoo and poured viscous white fluid into her hand.

   He let her turn him and massage the shampoo into his scalp.  It was the
first time Clark had been properly cleaned in a long time.  She washed out
the shampoo, removing the greasy layer that had been developing with
neglect.  She proceeded to rub him down with soap, a process which she
repeated three times, until his skin shone with a new, healthy sheen.

   She left only his manhood untouched, much to Clark's disappointment. 
Instead, she handed him the cloth and left him in no doubt as to what he
should clean next.  As he attended to it with the soapy cloth, with a very
naked Josie standing just in front of him, he found he was being a bit more
emphatic with his cleansing action than was strictly necessary.  It might
have even ended up with a successive climax, if Josie had not abruptly shut
off the water.

   Grinning cruelly, she moved towards Clark, letting his cock brush
against her warm, wet thigh as she passed him by.

   If he hadn't known she was teasing him before, he surely did when she
looked back over her shoulder, into his stunned face and gave him a quick
wink.  She then picked up her towel and dried herself off.  To his
surprise, when she was dry, she returned the towel to the rack and took up
only a small hand towel.

   He groaned softly to himself as she stooped over and wrapped the towel
around her head.  Her enviable booty stuck out tantalizingly before him and
he fought the urge to reach out and grab it.

   Then, with only her head covered she walked, still pink and glistening
with condensation back into her room.

   He took up her damp towel and used it to dry and then awkwardly cover
himself.  He lingered in the doorway to her bedroom and watched as she
dressed.  It didn't take her long.  She only put on a black, mid-thigh
length skirt and a thin, white cotton top with a deep cleavage.  They were
her old clothes and did not really fit her much more developed frame
anymore.  The skirt looked like it was painted onto her backside and the
buttons of the shirt seemed to be taking strain.

   He couldn't remember the last time he had seen her in anything other
than the baggy sweatshirt and jeans, of the sort she had worn last night.
It was thrilling to see her being brave in her choices again.

   Josie looked up after she was done and, from the awed expression on his
face, she could tell he had not missed what she had neglected in her
dressing routine.  The uncomfortable shapewear had stayed in its drawer and
Josie felt unrestricted and shame-free for the first time in a very long
time.

   "You know," she said as she sat in from of her vanity and talked to his
reflection, "I think I am going to put on a little makeup for a change. 
You are welcome to watch, but I suggest you go put on some clothes.  I'll
meet you downstairs and make you some breakfast."

   He nodded dumbly and then hesitated, scared that if he left the room it
might end this dream.  But, just the hope that there might still be more to
come was enough to spur him back to his room and back into his clothes.

   It took him awhile to get dressed, he suddenly found he wanted to look
good for Josie.  His pajamas, which he had barely taken off all month, he
tossed into the clothes hamper.

   When he came downstairs, Clark found Josie pottering around the kitchen.
Looking at her, humming to herself while she carried on with a normal
routine he had trouble aligning what he saw now with what had occurred just
minutes ago upstairs.

   He was quickly reminded again, however, when she reached up to a high
shelf and her skirt lifted with her, revealing a generous curved section of
her naked ass.

   It felt like there was a hook through his navel and someone was tugging
madly on the line connected to it.

   Seeing where his gaze landed Josie giggled playfully and turned, asking,
"Are you happy with bacon and eggs for breakfast?" The makeup she had
applied was subtle, but it emphasized her beauty and seemed to give her
even more confidence.

   Clark nodded, staring at the ghostly tinge of darkened areola just
visible through her thin shirt.  His sister was so fucking sexy it hurt him
to look at her.

   She shook her head, surprised even in herself at the effect she was
having on Clark.

   She drew on an apron and proceeded to start cooking breakfast for the
two of them.  She had just finished off frying the bacon and was starting
on the eggs when Clark realized he could take no more of watching the swish
and sway of her short little skirt as she moved smoothly between tasks.

   As if guided along a rail, he loomed up behind her, close enough to
breathe on the scent of her still slightly damp hair.  She turned her head
just enough to spot him through the corner of her eye, before returning to
her cooking.

   Clark knelt behind her.  Again, he gave her plenty of time to stop him,
but she carried on with the cooking as if he were not there.

   He held his hands out to her, in what could have been taken for a
submissive gesture, holding them just inches above her skirt.  He refused
the urge to sink his fingers into those firm ass cheeks, reminding himself
once more of the rules.  He waited for a beat to get the implied permission
to continue.  When Josie remained silent, Clark gripped the hem of her
skirt and began to slowly lift it up.

   The wide expanse of her chubby white ass was revealed to him, right up
to where the two dimples above it started.

   He gawked at her, watching as the flesh changed and reformed as she
shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

   Still, it was not enough for him, and this temporary power he been
granted was intoxicating.

   He held the bottom frill of the skirt and pulled.  Josie tut-tutted, and
muttered something about impatient boys, but she did not stop him In fact,
she actively obliged him by wiggling her hips to assist.  The elastic band
stretched to near its full extent as it rolled over her flared hips and
bottom, before snapping in about halfway down her thighs.

   Together they helped her shimmy free of the garment until she stood
bare-assed in the kitchen.  Still singing softly to herself and unashamedly
frying up breakfast.

   Clark stared at her backside, his face only inches away from her skin.
Josie's butt was generously formed and tended towards that pear shape Clark
found so appealing.  Her skin too was flawless in its milky complexion.

   She ignored him as he sat on the tiled floor and just stared at her,
beginning to knuckle the painful inflammation that had flared up again in
his shorts.

   He knew she had to be toying with him when she adjusted her stance,
moving her feet out just wider than shoulder width apart.  Her chunky ass
cheeks still hid most of what nestled between her legs, but if she shifted
her position even slightly he caught tantalizing glimpses down into that
wondrous valley.

   Impatient, he dropped forward onto one hand so that he was directly
beneath her, and craned his neck around.  Josie did not even acknowledge
what he was doing other than to maybe shift her feet apart a little more.

   Clark was now able to twist his head upwards and stare up at where her
front and back clefts met between her thighs.  He swore softly to himself
when he realized he was able to stare right into the slightly parted lips
of her vagina.  Whereas before her thick outer lips had kept her inner
folds hidden, from this angle he could distinctly make out her just barely
protruding labia and even the little folded hood at the top of her cleft
where her clit had to reside.

   He had no doubt this Creeper Pass was the single greatest gift he had
ever been given.

   He marveled at the slight glint of moisture he caught when she moved and
gave him just the meagerest glimpse between those folds

   He ached to bury his face into those pleated layers of flesh and taste
her on his tongue.  Emboldened by the passivity she has so far displayed,
he slowly reached up a hand.  Perhaps if he could just brush the soft
petals of her sex he could claim it was an accident.  If he could do that
he might get her wetness on his fingers and he could finally get a real
scent of her.  Perhaps he could even taste her.

   His finger was only millimeters away now, if she dipped even slightly it
would slip inside her tiny little entrance.  He could feel the heat coming
off her like a furnace.

   He hesitated and then, just as he realized he would not be able to stop
himself breaking the rules, she suddenly took a step back.  Clark groaned
in disappointment as she stepped over his legs and turned to walk towards
the kitchen counter.

   He watched the undulation of her beautiful ass cheeks as she walked
away. "Grub's up," She called back without turning her head to even glance
his way.

   A little red in the face, and unwilling to meet her grin, Clark climbed
up on the bar stool beside Josie, his massive erection was extremely
uncomfortable to maneuver with.

   He had to bite his bottom lip when he saw her perfect naked ass was
pushed back against the stool she sat on, the top half of it was squashing
its way through the hole cut into the back of the stool like rising cake
batter.  He wanted to fondle it so badly he could have cried.

   Instead, he sat with her in silence and ate the breakfast she had cooked
him.  If his mind had not been filled with thoughts of her naked body,
Clark would probably have enjoyed the food.  But, as it was, he barely
tasted it.  Still, it was more than he had eaten in one sitting in weeks
and the dull ache he had had in his belly that whole time finally faded.

   Josie prattled on, as she used to in more carefree years, as if Clark
were holding up his end of the conversation.  She seemed oblivious to the
fact that she was half naked, with only an apron to cover what little of
her modesty she had left.

   After they had eaten, she scooped up the plates and loaded them into the
dishwasher.  Clark tried to help but ended up just trailing after her naked
rump like a lost puppy.  When everything was tidied away she stopped in
front of the stove.

   Josie had been feeling more and more powerful as she forced herself to
move casually while she was stripped from the waist down.  She could see
what effect it was having on her brother and it only made her want to push
him further.

   So, very slowly and deliberately, she bent forward at the waist to pick
up her discarded skirt.

   Clark nearly fell over backward, he clutched at the kitchen counter to
maintain his balance as her ass cheeks opened up like two halves of a juicy
apricot that was being pulled apart by strong fingers.  The little pink
pucker of her asshole practically winked at him, and the thick lips of her
pussy peeked out between her thighs as she stepped into the skirt again. 
Then she stood, pulling the skirt back up and wiggling her big bum to get
it over her wide hips.

   For all outward appearances ignorant to the emotional contortions she
was putting her brother through, Josie sautered out of the kitchen and into
the lounge.  There she pulled her phone out of its charger and curled up on
the couch and began going through her messages as if it were just another
typical day at home.

   Clark hovered over her.  For once he could stare down into her ample
cleavage and not worry about her catching him.  In fact, as he watched, she
absent-mindedly toyed with the top button of her shirt until it popped
open, nearly causing her tits to pour out of the wide neckline she had
created.

   Clark could only watch and wonder what to do next.

   Caught up on her messages and social media, Josie dropped the phone on
the couch and stood to walk out of the lounge.  When Clark remained still,
only watching her, she explained, "I have to pee." She managed to make it
sound like an invitation.  Clark followed.

   In the small downstairs bathroom, she opened the door but entirely
failed to close it once she was inside.  Clark stood in the doorway and
watched as she hiked up her skirt, far higher than she probably needed to,
and gave him another flash of her silky mat of dark fur.

   She sat down on the toilet and, pointedly not looking at Clark, relieved
herself with an audible tinkle into the bowl.  Watching the act itself was
no great fantasy of Clark's, but the intimacy of it and the trust it showed
she had in him made it very erotic.  His already hard cock pulsed and he
longed to pull it out and stroke it in front of her.

   When she was done she pulled off a short strip of toilet paper and,
lifting her skirt again, she dabbed at her moist sex.  Her job done, she
lifted each hip in turn and took a long time to inspect her bared vagina,
as if she had to be certain she had done a good job.  Clark could only
stare at the beautiful pussy she flaunted in front of him.  He had to fight
the urge to walk over to her, pin her down and fuck her right there on the
toilet.

   This was the most beautiful kind of torture.

   When Josie returned to the couch she scooped up the remote and turned on
the TV.  Still not looking at Clark, she patted the seat beside her and he
obediently occupied the indicated spot.

   They sat like that for a while, with her intently flicking through the
channels, and him staring at her with unwavering focus.  It seemed to be
doing something to Josie.  She shifted in her seat and rolled her shoulders
as if there was an itch somewhere she wanted to scratch.

   Eventually, finding a movie she did not find too unappealing, she leaned
back and tossed the remote onto the couch to her other side.

   Together they watched the opening scenes.  Josie did, anyway, while
Clark was unable to tear his eyes away from where, as she sat, her skirt
had ridden up on her creamy white thighs.

   The more intensely he stared the more fidgety Josie became.  She tugged
at the collar of her shirt, as if the room were getting too hot.

   The bulge in Clark's shorts was becoming painfully obvious.

   She slipped her hand into her lap, as if there was an ache she needed to
push down on.  Then she shifted, her legs sliding a few more inches apart.

   The movement of her skirt and the unveiling of another stretch of bare
thigh forced Clark to lean in closer.  He craned his neck, trying to peer
into the shadow cast by her skirt.

   Josie made a small noise in the back of her throat and arched her back
slightly.  She shifted her legs again and spread them a little more.  Clark
could now see all the way up to just before they met at her crotch.

   His fingers danced in the air just above her skirt, desperate to pull
the offending item of clothing up just a little further, but not quite
having the courage to do so.

   Josie's eyes never left the television, but her fingers began to curl
very slowly into the fabric of the skirt.  Clark watched in rapt attention
as millimeter by millimeter those fingers began to smoothly drag the black
fabric up.

   Like a morning sunrise, her beautiful cleft was very gradually exposed
to his hungry eyes.  Seeming to enjoy his gaze, Josie lifted first one leg
up, and then the other, letting them fall apart.  With her legs folded into
a cross-legged position.  Clark's sister's inner pussy, normally hidden by
thick outer lips, was spread open and revealed to him in all its glistening
glory.

   Clark growled deep in his throat.  He leaned down and stared at her
spread sex, just inches from his face.

   Her dark-tinged labia had flared open and the delicate, wet tissues of
her inner folds were exposed to the cool air.  Clark could unabashedly
stare at where the top of her cleft began, down to the little nub of her
clitoris, which was nestled in a soft mantle of pink flesh.

   "Fuck," Clark breathed out.  He had never inspected a pussy so closely
before, not in real life.  Josie's was beautiful with it symmetrical folds
and frilled edges which did not quite reach to cover where the sensitive
skin sank inward to create her tight little entrance.  His mouth watered
with the thought of tasting her.

   He had to settle for reaching down and unbuttoning his shorts.  Even
without his Creeper Pass Clark felt fairly certain he would have been
powerless to stop himself doing this.  The voice of his old, voyeuristic
self was calling from somewhere deep in his mind, where it had been locked
up for far too long.

   When he had his zipper open, he pulled out his fat cock and let it
tingle pleasantly in the cool air.  He caught just the barest flicker of
Josie's eye as she took in his engorged member, before returning to the
screen.  The only sign that she had noticed what he was doing was the edge
of her bottom lip she now held trapped under one of her pointed canine
teeth.

   Hunching over again to stare deep into her pussy, he began to palm his
cock.  Josie leaned further back into the sofa and in an almost distracted
manner, started to pinch and twist the nipple of her right breast beneath
the thin fabric.

   Clark had lost complete track of the movie as he inspected his sister's
perfect vagina and pumped his cock.  He could actually see the little pool
of wetness forming in the dip of her entrance.  He wanted so badly to touch
it.

   While he was inspecting her so closely, Clark suddenly realized that
Josie had slipped her hand under her shirt and was now massaging her large
breast beneath the fabric.  Though her face remained impassively focused on
the screen ahead Clark suspected she was getting as turned on by this as he
was.

   She seemed to be fighting a battle with herself.  Her free hand lowered
to just over her lap and then hovered there, shaking slightly.  Clark
willed it downward.

   She clenched it into a tight fist and tried to lift it up, but Clark,
without thinking, blew a stream of cool air into her tingling sex to tease
her.  It forced a gasp out of her and she opened her mouth and slipped a
finger inside it, sucking on it to stifle a moan.

   Clark was half standing now, his weight on one knee as he jerked
insistently on his cock, his eyes intent on her juicy little pussy.  He
could actually see her tiny clit reaching up, begging to be touched.

   Finally, Josie broke.  She slid the hand down in one swift movement,
over her chest, her stomach and down to her inflamed pussy.  She cupped her
sex tight and moaned as she squeezed it in the palm of her hand.

   Clark had to slow his frantic pace to stop himself from coming.  He
wanted time to enjoy this.

   Slowly, Josie spread her fingers, letting the pleats of her pussy peek
out between them.  Her middle fingers bent at the second knuckle,
flattening the tips of them down on her silken inner flesh.  These she
dragged upwards, stretching the elastic skin with it and forcing her crease
to spread wide.

   When her fingers squashed down her small hardened nub at her apex she
"Ooohed," softly.

   As Clark drew out his own pleasure with long slow pulls on his shaft,
Josie began to smear her clit around in slow circles.

   The siblings pleasured themselves in harmony with each other.  Josie
fought hard to keep her eyes on the TV, but Clark caught the occasional
flick of a look over to his swollen member.  For his part, Clark gave his
full attention to the tapered fingers she was burrowing into her tender
flesh.  Already they were shiny with moisture for most of their length.

   Josie's mouth was parted, Clark could hear her breaths coming heavy and
fast.  He fought the urge unload on her smooth, quivering thigh.

   He watched as she pinched the small protrusion of her clit between two
fingers and began to tug it up and down.

   Clark was close now, despite his best efforts, he could feel the climax
building up as a swelling pressure just behind the tip of his cock.

   Josie's hips bucked against her hand as she too began to feel the
tingling of her own approaching climax starting.  It started in her fingers
and toes and streamed inwards, gathering and building as it swirled towards
her core.

   Clark spurted a small stream of pre-come onto Josie's thigh, making her
tense and groan.  He wanted to wait for her though, so, despite the real
physical pain it caused him, he let go of his shaft and watched it bob and
twitch in its tortured agony just inches from Josie's bared skin.

   Josie had her head back and her eyes closed as she thrust her pelvis
against her hand with a wet slapping sounds.

   Clark wanted to watch her beautiful face as she reached her pinnacle. 
However, a strand of her dark hair had fallen over it so, without really
thinking about it, Clark reached out to brush it aside.

   He was just pulling his hand back when Josie seized it.  He was
immediately aware of how damp her hand felt wrapped around his.  Her pussy
juices were now pasted to his fingers.  But that meant her gasping sex was
unattended.

   At her touch, he feared he had broken one of the rules and Josie was
about to reprimand him.  To his surprise, Josie dragged his hand down
forcefully until it sank into her impossibly soft, dripping pussy.

   At his touch, Josie tilted her head back and rolled it on the back of
the couch, whimpering softly.  Clark leaned over her and twisted his free
hand into her thick, loose hair.  Their mouths were so close he could have
kissed her with barely any movement at all.

   Clark was speechless.  He hardly dared breathe.  His fingers were
smooshed deep in the cleft of his sister's fluttering sex.

   She pinned his hand under hers and ground her sopping pussy against it.
Clark pulled her head against his chest and breathed in the sweet citrus
smell of her hair.  His cock rubbed against the fabric of her shirt,
leaving a wet streak where his fluid leaked out in his heightened state of
arousal.

   Josie made a low growl somewhere in the back of her throat.

   Her body felt like it was stretching itself past breaking point. 
Holding his hand in hers, she transitioned quickly between little circles
into a violent back-and-forth thrashing.  It was like the killing bite of a
predator on the neck of it's smaller, weaker prey.

   He could feel them, together, painting her sex and inner thighs with her
own fluids.  The muscles he was pushing down on were bunching up in
preparation for release.  He knew she was at her tipping point.

   Clark felt tears pricking his eyes at the beauty of what was unfolding
before him in what felt like slow motion.  Josie had her head back, brow
furrowed and her elegant neck stretched out.  Her lips were parted but her
teeth were clenched hard against the muscular spasm moving through her like
the unfurling of a whip through the air.

   Her chest was arched back, hard nipples pointed to the ceiling and her
belly was sucked inwards, towards her spine.  Her pussy seemed to be
pushing outwards against him, spreading wide to allow his fingers to roll
over what felt like a tight cord buried under her skin.  He could feel her
arousal down from her swollen clitoris to the nerve endings packed in
behind it.

   The rolling contraction finally hit like the whip reaching the end of
its lash, which rends the air with an ear-splitting crack.  Josie's whole
body snapped rigid.  Her legs locked tight and hoisted her crotch up with
merciless force into their downward pressing hands.

   As her body shuddered beneath him, Josie's cries of pleasure were broken
into staccato gasps.  She was completely unbound and, frantic to stabilize
herself in this maelstrom of ecstasy, she reached out for something to
grasp.

   Suddenly Clark was the one crying out, as Josie's free hand clamped down
painfully on his cock.

   The shock and strength of it was an immediate trigger.  She may have
fallen off the edge, but he had no idea that he had been tied to her.  And
as the chord joining them snapped taught, he was jerked off after her. 
Literally.

   She yanked his cock inwards and upwards, stabbing it into the side of
her breast so that his tip sank into her quivering flesh.

   A guttural sound escaped his lips as he unloaded his first blast of hot
semen.

   He might have expected, at this point blank range, for it to mostly
ricochet off her and make a mess of both of them, and the couch.  Instead,
the fabric of her shirt seemed to absorb and dissipate the spray so that it
was forced through the small holes between threads and spread out over her
skin beneath the garment like a sheet of liquid metal.

   With her body cramped up, Josie could do nothing but hold onto him
tightly as he fired gush after gush of seed through the fabric of her shirt
until, when it became saturated, he was unloading slimy ropes across her
chest.  Beneath the shirt, Clark's semen ran in rivulets over the curve of
her breast and dripped down onto her rapidly clenching belly and down to
pool at the band of her skirt.

   His last few depleted expulsions left fat, slug-like globs sticking to
the fabric of her shirt.

   They were both left panting and suffering the aftershock from the
intensity of the shared climax.  Clark was still staring at her,
open-mouthed when he realized her eyes had opened again.  There was a
twinkle in those blue irises and, to Clark's surprise, there was a wide
grin on her face too.  What surprised him more when he realized it seemed
hers was largely in response to the smile on his own face.  He could not
remember the last time he had felt one those break through the stony mask
of his visage.

   He looked down at the mess had had made of her, yet again.  His come had
made wet stains over most of her shirt.  If he had not just ejaculated he
would have groaned at the pleasure of seeing how his semen had made the
fabric of her shirt almost completely sheer.  Her pink nipples were now
peeking through the glistening windows of wet fabric at him, the hardened
nubs cruelly flattened by the restricting material.

   Josie also looked down at her clothes and then at her hands, sticky from
the discharge from both their bodies.  Laughing and shaking her head, she
stood and quickly stripped off her shirt.  She used it to wipe off her
dripping torso, before any of it could fall onto the couch or the carpet.
Clark watched as her breasts swung and distorted as she cleaned them.

   When she noticed her skirt had not escaped the onslaught either, she
stripped that off too.  It struck Josie then how confident she felt in
front of her brother.  She had never felt like this with anyone, not even
when she was skinny.

   Bundling her clothes into a ball she tossed them at Clark and gave a
theatrical sigh, saying, "I guess I am going to need another shower.  Be a
dear and put these in the wash, would you, Clark?"

   Clark took them, nodding dumbly.  He would have done pretty much
anything she asked of him by this point.

   Patting him on the cheek, she sauntered away.  Clark watched the sway of
those perfect hips and the dimples above her ass as she left the room.

   Feeling like he woken up in a dream, Clark went about the task of first
rinsing and then washing his sister's semen-stained clothes in the machine.

   She came downstairs a short while later, damp from the shower and
wearing tight little shorts that squeezed in her curves, and allowed
generous portions of her ass to spill out of them.  She wore a crop top as
well, which let her subtly rounded little belly breathe.  It was the sort
of outfit she would have worn a few years ago when she was still a coltish
teenager.  It was an even bolder choice than the skirt and hid absolutely
none of her exceptional womanly curves from him.

   It pleased Clark to think that this his idolization of her body was
giving her confidence.  It had always seemed crazy to him that she should
have any doubts about her overpowering sexuality.  Their mother, Josie's
friends, everyone who had ever brought her down were blind to her
perfection.  In Clark's eyes, at the very least, his sister was very ideal
of womanhood.

   "Okay, buddy," She said as she walked back into the living room looking
fresh and satisfied, "Time to get on with the day.  As much as this morning
has been...  stimulating, I have some work to do and you..." she looked him
over and then asked, guardedly, "Would you like to do some drawing?"

   It took him a moment to consider.  He hadn't thought about drawing in a
long time.  In light of what he had been going through before today it had
seemed so inconsequential.  But as Josie said it he felt the growing need
to hold a pencil in his hand again.  The beauty he had been exposed to all
morning had overwhelmed him, he knew he had to try and capture some of it
on paper before it dissipated.

   After a pause to consider her question he asked, "Can I draw you?"

   It was the longest sentence Josie had heard out of him in weeks.

   Despite everything they had been through this morning she felt heat rush
to her cheeks.  Could he?  She hadn't felt this good about herself in
years, but could she really see it recorded on paper?  It was hard enough
to look at herself into a mirror, could it be worse to see herself through
another person's eyes?

   When she saw the need, like a flickering flame, in Clark's eyes she was
reminded of the lifeless stare he had had only last night.  His progress
had been so astonishing already, but if she could get him to pick up his
pencils again?  Surely that had to be worth putting her self-doubts aside.

   Finally, with a brave smile on her lips she nodded and said, "As long as
you can do it while I work, I don't mind."

   Josie had fallen behind in her studies since Clark had gone off to the
hospital.  Her mind had been so wrapped up in his rapid descent into
hopelessness she had lost all appetite for her studies.  When she decided
to come home from college to help with Clark's recovery she had first
begged her professors for exemptions where she could, and extensions where
she could not.  Nevertheless, there was now a considerable backlog of
course work for her to complete.

   While she set up her laptop Clark fetched his sketchpad and pencils.  He
stared long and hard at her face before he put pencil to paper.  The short,
sharp rasps of his pencil soothed Josie's mind and she was surprised to
find the words started to come easier to her today.  All other previous
attempts in recent weeks had been abortive failures.

   There was nothing like a bone-shaking orgasm to clear the mind.

   In a couple of hours, with breaks for tea and snacks, she found she had
a decent first draft of her paper and felt confident that, with a little
more time and editing she could turn it into something close to first rate.

   Clark, for his part, had worked maniacally over his sketchbook.  His
face contorted with concentration and he seemed to be locked in a battle
with the paper.  Josie did not ask to see what he was working on.  In fact,
his first few attempts had ended in growls of displeasure, followed the
sound of tearing and scrunching paper.

   Josie looked up at him occasionally, unable to hide a hint of concern in
her eyes, but she never asked if he was okay.  People had been asking him
that non-stop since he went to the hospital and he appreciated that she
knew him well enough to realize it annoyed him more than anything.

   Whatever frustrations he felt at his perceived rustiness, Josie could at
least see an enlivening determination.  Her plan had been even more
successful than she could have hoped and Clark was showing parts of himself
that had been dormant for months.

   Glancing up at his gaunt, but handsome face, his eyes shadowed by a
sweep of dark, freshly washed fringe, Josie felt a wash of tenderness pour
over her.  Only she knew her brother like this and if the rest of the world
wrote him off as a creep and a perv, then it was their loss.

   When at last he held up his sketch pad and looked between her and the
drawing, Josie paused in her typing.  For once he seemed satisfied with
what he had done, because he put the pad down again without ripping up the
image he had created.

   "May I see it?" She asked, breaking the long silence.

   Clark looked back at the drawing and narrowed his eyes.  He hesitated a
moment, sucking in his bottom lip while he considered her question. 
Finally, he gave the barest shrug before handing the sketch pad over.  He
looked away so that her eyes could not meet his.

   "Oh, Clark" Josie sighed as she looked at the picture.

   It certainly looked like her, there was no denying Clark's incredible
ability to capture a likeness, but it was a side of her she had never seen
before.  Was this how he saw her?  The face on the page was beautiful.  It
was not idealized, not really.  It still captured the roundness of her
face, but he had it made it suit her in a way her harsh self-critiques in
the mirror never could.  Even with the somber, work intent expression she
had on her face, there seemed to be a light shining from within her.

   "Do you like it?" He asked in a shy little boy's voice that Josie
thought had faded away years ago.

   She gave him her warmest smile before responding, "I love it.  May I
keep it?"

   He fidgeted in his lap before nodding.

   She handed back the book and, while he tore out the page to give to her
she asked, "Is that really how you see me?"

   Clark gave her a curious look, forcing her to ask, "What?"

   "Josie," He said as he handed over the drawing, "That is exactly how you
look." There was no arrogance in his statement, his artistic skills could
not really be questioned, it was just a simple statement of fact.

   "Really?" Even as she asked it she felt stupid for sounding so needy, "I
mean, I know I do, you're an amazing artist, but I sometimes think it has
only ever been you who sees me this way."

   "And what way is that?"

   "Beautiful."

   Clark sighed deeply and shook his head, saying, "Josie, you are the most
beautiful woman I know."

   When she began to respond he held up a hand and continued, "I know you
have changed a lot from what you used to look like, but I think you're
letting mom mess with your head.  You may have been cute when you were that
scrawny teenage girl, but now you're a woman in your prime.  They don't
make them like you, Josie, you're one of a kind and you should be proud of
your body.  I mean, just look at me.  I'm your brother, if there is anyone
in the world who ought to be blind to your incredible attractiveness it
should be me, but I never could help myself when I'm around you."

   Josie smiled, feeling the tears returning to her eyes, but she willed
them away.  She looked down at her body.  Despite what he said, she knew
she was not perfect.  She could stand to lose some weight, but maybe she
wasn't as ugly as she thought.  Maybe she wasn't ugly at all.

   Squeezing her hands into fists and nibbling the dry skin on her lower
lip, she spoke again, asking, "Would you like to draw...  more of me?"

   Clark nodded emphatically.

   Still feeling a nervousness she could not shake, Josie was surprised to
find that her hands barely shook as she took hold of the bottom of her top,
just above her exposed stomach.

   As she hoisted it up, her heavy breasts pulled up with the material,
stretching upwards until the clinging fabric lost the battle with gravity
and her huge tits tumbled out and bounced with solid emphasis on her chest.

   Clark stared at them unblinking for a long moment, his tongue darting
over his lips, before he snatched up his pencil and sketchpad and began to
draw frantically again, his eyes intent on his sister's naked chest.

   While he worked, Josie's carriage became more erect and she straightened
her shoulders.  She could feel her back taking the strain of her heavy
mammaries, but for once the stretch of her back muscles felt good, like
something she could be proud of.

   It was difficult for her to concentrate, but she managed to read over
and edit some of the typing she had just done before.  She could at least
use the spell checker and was careful to prevent her hands from obscuring
Clark's view of her.  Somehow, the more keenly he stared at her the more
confident she felt in herself and the more she wanted to bare herself to
him.

   Clark finished his sketch quicker this time, he seemed to be finding his
form again and ended with a dramatic flourish.  Without having to ask, he
stood and brought the sketch over to her, seeming not to notice the obvious
erection in his shorts or the way Josie stared at it admiringly.

   He turned the pad around and showed it to her.  Josie actually smiled.
The picture showed her as she was.  Her breasts, given gravity's merciless
attraction to any massive objects, hung lower than they probably should
have for a young woman her age.  Seated, as she was in the picture, there
were even some rolls on her exposed stomach she might have wished were not
there.  But through Clark's deft touch she saw the beauty, how those
creases and curves made her more real.  Even the effects of gravity seemed
to stem from the desire of something wanting to hold her closer.

   She took the picture from Clark and held it up, for once feeling no
shame at seeing her own naked body.  Clark stood so close she could feel
his heat.  His hand was at his side, close to her bared breasts.  He stared
down at them and that hand began to twitch.  Josie stopped her inspection
of the picture and looked up at Clark through heavy lashes.

   All she did was a glance off to the side, but it was communication
enough to let him know he could proceed.  His hand opened and paused over
her swollen mound, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her skin.
Josie looked up at him expectantly, willing him on.  As he started to lean
forward, his hand just brushing her skin with an electrically charged
burst, there was a loud click from the front door behind him.

   Clark leaped back in startelement and hastily shoved his hand into his
pants and pulled his cock up, flattening it beneath his waistband.  Josie
too reacted in the same instant, fighting to contain her swaying tits as
she yanked down her too-tight top.

   Clark snatched the drawing out of her hands and quickly tore it up in
front of her shocked face.  He was just stuffing the pieces into his pocket
when their mother stepped into the room.

   She had a look of surprise on her face and, for a moment, Josie panicked
that she had seen what they were doing before she came in.  Josie's face
burned red, but she made her best attempt to appear relaxed.

   Clark had thrown himself back into his chair and already his demeanor
had changed.  His shoulders slumped again and that surly look had taken up
residence on his face once more.

   "Clark?" Their mother questioned, "You're out of your room?" It came out
as a question rather than a statement.

   Clark, already withdrawing back into himself, shrugged and looked away.
His mother came forward in a rush and squatted before him, saying, "Oh
Clark, Baby, it is so good to see you I was just popping in to check in on
you, but I am so happy to see you out and about again."

   Josie marveled at the sincerity of the woman's voice, as if she had not
been trying every day since Clark first hit puberty to contain the
embarrassment of her son within the confines of his room.

   When she reached out to touch him, he flinched back and she sighed. 
Turning to Josie she began to ask, "How..." but quickly grew distracted as
her eyes passed over her daughter.  Instead, she asked, "Josie, what are
you wearing?!"

   Josie clenched her fists into tight balls that made her knuckles white.
She could have killed the woman.  To her mother, it was more important what
her daughter wore, in the privacy of the home no less, than the emotional
state of her recently suicidal son.

   Josie's mother did not need to say anything more.  Just that small sneer
on her lean, elegant face was enough to make Josie feel hideous again.

   Her mother sniffed and said, "I think you had better change into
something a bit more appropriate, Josie.  Girls your...  size really should
dress a bit more conservatively.  Honestly, darling, I don't know what you
were thinking.  What if I had brought a friend home?"

   Josie seethed, though her mother either did not notice it or chose to
ignore it.  Josie was about to stand up and stalk out of the room when
Clark beat her to it.

   He rudely shoved past their mother and half ran down the hall and up the
stairs.  They both heard his door slam shut and then they were left
together in a heavy silence.

   Her mother, clearly taken aback, turned to Josie who only scowled and
shook her head.  All the progress they had made this morning was ruined by
this woman and her need to control everyone.

   When her mother spotted the sketchpad, which Clark had used to cover up
the first drawing he had done of Josie, she made to turn it over.  But
Josie stood up sharply and ripped it and the picture beneath it out from
under the woman's hand.  She could not say why, but somehow she knew having
her mother look at Clark's drawing would taint it for her.

   "Hey!" Her mother began, but Josie clutched the paper tight to her,
using it to hide her exposed stomach from the cruel gaze of her mother.

   "What is going on, Josie?" the woman demanded.

   Josie felt her jaw grow stiff as she fought the anger she felt towards
this woman.  No one knew how to make another person feel inadequate with
only a glance like her mother did.

   "Just leave us alone, mother," She found herself saying, "For once in
our lives just give us some space and let us breathe without you having
some hurtful comment about how disappointed you are in us."

   "Josie!" Her mother shot back, "You will not speak to me like that in my
own house.  If you have a problem with me then you can go back to college.
Goodness knows you have been mooching off us for long enough."

   "And who will look after Clark?"

   "Josie, I am his mother, I am perfectly capable of caring for my own
son."

   "Oh please, you can't wait to get out of here.  If I hadn't come home
Clark would be left all alone.  Who knows what he would do then?"

   "Josie, I will not have you talk like that."

   "Come on, mom.  He's an embarrassment to you.  You want to keep him
drugged up and in his room all day.  You think he's a freak, just like
everyone else."

   "Josie, your brother is very sick, he needs..."

   "Maybe you're the sick one, Mom!  Maybe your need to dominate and
control every part of our lives, even what we think or how we look, is
what's wrong."

   "Josie!" her mother demanded, but Josie was already storming off. 
"Josie!" her mother shouted after her, but she too went up the stairs and
slammed her bedroom door.

   There was a long silence from downstairs, which Josie heard through the
quiet sobs that had hit like a storm front as soon as her door closed.  She
doubted her mother would be crying.  The ice in her veins would have to
thaw out first.

   Josie fought the urge to change her outfit or, at the very least, wrap
her body in a towel.  She hated the way her mother made her feel so
diminished in her presence.

   Finally, she heard the front door click shut, her mother was too
contained to ever let emotion get the better of her.  A pity the same could
not be said for her children.  Then the roar of her luxury sedan engine
started and Josie felt a weight lifting off her as the sound of the car
receded down the drive.

   Josie sat and stewed in her anger for a long while, before she finally
shook it off.  She really ought to check on Clark.

   But, when she got to his room and knocked softly before trying the
doorknob, she found the door was locked.

   "Clark?" She called softly and then, when there was no response,
"Clark?"

   Still, she was met with icy silence.  Feeling as if his pain were hers
she spoke, "Clark, I know you can hear me."

   When there was still no response she placed her forehead to the cool
wood and let out a long, slow breath.  Softly, as if she could feel him
sitting just the other side of the door, she said, "Don't let her get to
you, Clark.  You have to be stronger than that.  You have me now.  We can
face this together.  Clark?"

   Silence.

   Josie thought for a long moment.  If she was going to bring him back
again she was going to have to take things up a notch.  The way he had
responded to her earlier filled her with boldness.

   She could get him back.  She would get him back.

   "Okay, Clark.  I'm going to go put on a swimsuit and lay down by the
pool." She nearly laughed at the idea, even yesterday the thought of doing
that, even in their very private garden, would have horrified her.  "My
body hasn't seen the sun in years and, thanks to you I feel like I can
finally face it again.  Mom can go fuck herself." She hoped she sounded
confident and that it would give him heart.

   "Just remember, you still have the Pass.  If you wanted to watch, or
even come and join me outside...  Perhaps we can pick up where we left off
earlier?"

   When there was still no sound, Josie turned and went back to her room.
She pulled out her swimsuits and looked through them.  She ruled out the
bikinis immediately.  Those had fitted her when she was rake-thin and had
the chest to match.  Her boobs would look like a pair of melons in a
slingshot in one of those.

   The only one that might fit was a one-piece she had bought when her
mother had given her a one-year gym membership for her birthday last year.
Josie had figured she might at least try swimming in the pool for some
exercise.  The resolution had lasted precisely one day.

   She squeezed herself into it, feeling tightness as it pulled in her
tummy and narrowed her waist.  The suit was designed for training, not for
tanning.  It left her cleavage covered right up to her neck and forced
great lumps of breast flesh to spill out of the wide armholes.  Her ass
fought its containment with similar vigour.  The old her might have been
repulsed and likened her current look to a lump of cookie dough forced
under a rolling pin.  But she took a quick moment to look herself over in
the mirror and chose to see it as voluptuousness instead.  She had to stop
using her mother and her friends as the yardstick of what made women
attractive.  Clark was making her realise that a lot of men might actually
appreciate the way she looked.

   Wrapping a towel around her waist, she strode confidently downstairs,
out the patio door and to the pool area.  Looking up at the house she
checked carefully to see which area Clark's window faced.  Then, dragging a
sun lounger across the flagstone paving, as loudly as she could, she lined
it up so that, if Clarke did look out his window, he would be looking down
directly at her.

   From a bag she had hurriedly packed, Josie pulled out and donned a large
pair of sunglasses.  She tied her hair into a messy bun and then she hauled
out a bottle of sunscreen.  She began by applying it to her face and arms.
Then she coated it thickly on her legs until they shone in the hot sun. 
Despite the annoyance her mother had caused, Josie was starting to feel
pretty good again.  She was just applying sunscreen to the back of her neck
when she caught movement out of the top corner of her vision.

   Expecting that her glasses would hide the movement of her eyes, she let
her gaze drift up once more.  She felt a dull ache deep in her core when
she caught sight of the shadowy figure standing in Clark's window.  She
could not see his face, but she knew he was watching.

   A little smile tugged at her lips.  She had not completely lost him
again after all.  She still had a hook or two buried inside of him.

   Now that she had his attention, she decided Clark needed a little kick
to bring him back out of his seclusion.

   She tugged at the stretchy straps of her suit, sliding her arms out of
them and pulling the material down to midway down her breasts.  She did not
want the strange tan lines wearing the suit would give her.  But, more than
that, she also needed to remind her brother of why his life might be worth
living after all.

   The material of the one-piece constricted her extremely pliable tits. 
It indented them viciously, forcing the flesh to bulge out over it and
wobble there precariously on the edge of exposure.

   She began, slowly and with considerably more deliberation, to apply a
thick layer of cream to her chest.  She massaged it deep into the soft
flesh and deeper into her cleavage than was necessary.

   When she glanced up again, Clark was closer to the window.  She could
see his knuckles, the one part of him not in shadow, gripping the sill. 
Even though she could not see his eyes, she felt them on her, as hot as the
sun itself.

   She leaned back and sighed contentedly.  Those fierce eyes, combined
with the heat of the day, made her feel like she was melting into a sticky
mess, the most affected area being between her girthy thighs.

   Josie was suddenly unsure of what her own body was doing to her.  Up
until today, her libido had been as low as her opinion of herself.  But
every time she thought about the new reflection of herself she saw in her
brother's eyes it seemed to peel away another layer.  It left her feeling
so raw and exposed.  It was uncomfortable and she desperately needed some
kind of relief.

   Josie lay like that for a while, feeling the heat building up in her
loins as she stretched out beneath the combined gaze of Clark and the Sun.
Any time she looked up, she saw Clark in his window.

   She bent her legs and let her thighs fall apart.  The faint, cool breeze
that wafted over her heated-up pussy, made her moan softly.  Placing her
hands on each pale inner thigh she let them weigh her legs down a little.
When she pushed up with her pelvis it stretched something deep inside of
her.

   Not entirely sure what came over her, Josie found herself fighting the
urge to writhe on the sun lounger.  Knowing that Clark was watching her
made her want to perform for him.  She wished she could see his eyes.

   Her left hand was sliding up and down her thigh now, each time getting
closer and closer to her lycra covered mound.  When her hand bumped it
accidentally she groaned and rolled her hips.  Outside and with an
audience, her body felt like every nerve ending was smoldering, just a few
degrees below the point of ignition.

   She stroked long and slow with the backs of her hands across the broad
expanse of soft skin.  Then she reached up and cupped a full breast,
kneading the firm flesh beneath the suit.  Everything she did felt so good.
She needed more.

   Closing her eyes, she let her left-hand slide all the way down until it
covered her mons.  When she clutched the gentle arc of flesh it was as if
she could feel a tap open up a small trickle of pleasure.  The flow was not
strong, but it quickly started to dam up inside of her.

   While she began a slow, luxurious massage between her thighs, her
fingers hooked themselves into the top of her suit.  Her tits were already
straining so forcefully against the elastic material that it hardly took
any force at all to tug down the top half of the suit and let her breasts
plop free.

   The hot sun and cool air on her nipples made them sting with raw
sensation at first, but this slowly faded to a dull, pleasant buzz.

   She was sucking on her own lips, letting her fingers push her suit into
the divide between her legs forcing the material to graze her sensitive
clit.

   Then there was a suddenly a shadow over her, blocking out the sun.

   "Mmm, Clark," She said softly.  Opening her eyes a crack she saw her
brother had indeed joined her outside.  He was still dressed the same, and
he was sporting another enormous erection in his shorts.

   Josie chuckled at the power she had over him.  His expression was so
longing it made her feel a little guilty.  The world could throw whatever
cruelty it wanted their way, she had a feeling that they had found
something in each other here today.

   "Want to touch me?," There was a pleading in her voice that surprised
her.

   "What about the rules?" He asked, hoarsely

   "Fuck the rules.  It feels so good when you watch me.  I want to feel
your hands on me again, properly this this time."

   Clark hesitated a moment and then to her surprise, placed only a hand on
her cheek.  It was still a connection to him though and, as she touched
herself, she turned into it and kissed his palm.  He slid the hand down and
hooked her chin, tilting it up until she was staring into his face again.

   Those burning eyes of his sent another jolt through her body and their
continued gaze kept it burning long after it had passed.  This was beyond
any look she had shared with another human being.  There was lust and love
there, but there was also a deep understanding.  Maybe it was there because
they had gone through the same childhood, shared the same
passive-aggressive mother and absent father.  All that mattered to her in
that moment was that she knew she could never hope to see the like of it
again, no matter how long and how far she searched.

   When he brushed a thumb over her full lips she reacted without thought,
opening her mouth and sucking in the digit, making it wet with saliva.  If
it surprised him, he gave no indication.  Instead, he popped his thumb out
of her mouth and lowered it to draw a lazy, wet circle around her stretched
areola.

   Josie made small, happy sounds in the back of her throat.

   Finally having permission to touch her, Clark lost himself in his
sister's remarkable tits.  He started to massage them with both hands,
lifting them up and crushing them together, teasing her nipples until they
formed tight, painful little peaks that ached to be sucked on.

   "Fuck, Clark.  I'm so wet," She said through short breaths, drawing his
eyes down.  She was rewarded with his second smile of the day when he saw
the shine of moisture on her parted thighs and the growing damp spot on the
lycra at her crotch.

   Through silent agreement, he took hold of the sides of the swimsuit and
began to roll it down.  Josie arched her back and then lifted her hips to
assist him as he worked, with no small effort, to peel the elastic material
away from her skin.

   It came as a small shock to Josie when Clark hooked the suit over her
ankles and tossed it aside.  She was now laying stark naked outside with
her younger brother staring down at her.  Rather than trying to cover
herself up, she felt a need to spread her legs wider, exposing every part
of herself to his appraising eyes.

   "Fuck, you are so gorgeous, Josie," He muttered.

   Before she could respond, Clark placed one knee up on the sun lounger
and seized one of her breasts.  Josie gaped silently as he lowered his head
and placed an open-mouthed kiss right over her swollen nipple.

   As he ran his rough tongue over the thick, rubbery protrusion, he
suddenly felt Josie's hand reaching out and wrapping itself around his
throbbing cock, through his shorts.  He was so painfully aroused and the
taste of her sweat mixed with the sunscreen was only making it worse.

   Then she was tugging at his fly.  It stuck and she yanked at it
frantically.  His need matching hers, he broke his kiss on her chest and
unbent to help her pull down the zipper.  When it finally dropped, Josie
reached desperately into the flap and tugged out his rigid shaft.

   His iron-hard cock being tightly gripped in Josie's small hand was the
best thing Clark had ever felt, especially when he could roam his eyes over
her naked body, down to where her other hand was drawing sloppy circles in
her plump pussy.

   He looked back to her jiggling tits and was about to bend over to try
and suckle one again, when Josie released him just long enough to stop him
by holding out the flat of her palm.  When he paused she took up his
manhood again and, giving him an unblinking look over the top of her
glasses, opened her mouth and guided him inside.

   Clark could have sworn he actually felt his heart stop dead in his
chest, before it jerked painfully back to life.

   The head of his cock was so thick, Josie heard her jaw click as she
stretched it wide enough to accommodate him.

   As the wet heat of her enclosed the head of his dick, Clark cried out as
if he were in pain.  Everything about this moment went beyond his every
fantasy.  His sister was so beautiful.  He had never been so aroused.  It
was as if his years of longing, the taboo nature of the act, and the fact
that they were doing this out in broad daylight were all factors conspiring
to make him lose his control instantly.

   He fought desperately to win it back, and only just managed it as Josie
rested on her elbow and began to bob her head on his pole.

   While she slurped at her brother's cock, she fingered her own dripping
slit.  She made no effort to be neat and tidy, as she always had done with
blowjobs in the past.  She had always cared what the guy was seeing when he
looked down on her and had kept as demure a demeanor as was possible with a
cock between her lips.

   But revved-up, stripped bare and confident in her brother's love of her
she cared nothing for that.  She let her saliva and his pre-come dribbly
freely from her lips, onto her rolling tits and down her body.

   When the angle started to put a crick in her neck, Josie stopped
pleasuring herself and rolled over, not once releasing his cock or stopping
her licks and kisses on his hyper-sensitive tip.

   Josie was on all fours now, her big ass angled up at the sun high above,
her tits swinging freely as Clark met her hunger with disjointed thrusts
into her open mouth.

   Her tongue, the soft sides of lips, and hollowed cheeks were a little
private Eden for his cock.  He wanted to throw his head back and cry out,
but he could not take his eye's off his sister's naked body for a second.
He did not want to blink in case he missed even a fraction of a second.

   But Josie was just too good in every way.  He felt the orgasm winding up
tortuously inside of him.  He tried to will it back, but it was too
powerful and Josie was too forceful in her desire to drain his balls.

   He wanted desperately to draw it out just a little longer, but already
knew it was too late.  His abdomen bunched painfully, while his ass cheeks
clenched tight.

   Josie was nearly rocked back by the force of the hot spume that burst
into her mouth.

   As it poured into her she opened her lips, releasing her suction on him,
and pumped his cock in her hand.  Coil after coil of thick semen unfurled
into her mouth.  It ran off her tongue and over her lips, dripping off her
chin and spattering on the paving stones beneath them.

   Clark was growling out his pleasure as the spectacular orgasm gradually
dulled down to a sustained vibration of pleasant haziness.

   Josie continued to kiss and nuzzle his barely softening cock, licking it
clean of his spent seed, humming while she did so.

   "Josie," Clark breathed out heavily.  He felt completely drained.  Yet
he knew that he had to keep going.  Who knew when this dream might end?  He
had to seize every opportunity and stretch his body past its limits.

   She whimpered when he pulled free of her grasp and moved, on shaky legs,
behind her.

   Seeming to guess what he had in mind, Josie stayed in the position she
was in.  She looked back over her shoulder at where Clark was staring,
slack-jawed at her round ass cheeks.  They were parted enough for him to
see into the valley between them and the tiny, pink, pursed sphincter of
her asshole, just inches above her dripping pussy.

   Josie was biting her lip maddeningly.

   Clark knelt on the sun lounger behind her, his breaths coming ragged,
his cock already stirring back to life.  As he lowered his head Josie
adjusted her position slightly, spreading her knees and opening herself up
to him even more.

   Leaning forward, Clark placed a single, loving kiss on her slippery
entrance.  He kissed it like he was like kissing the mouth of a lover,
letting his tongue slip inside it and teasing the tight ring of muscle
around it.  His nose pushed up against her tightly clenched anus and he
felt her legs wobble at the contact.

   Clark dove deeper into her pussy, opening his mouth and sucking in her
fleshy lips, drinking the crazy amount of fluid he found pooling in her
folds.

   The salty, sour tang of her made his teeth ache with the satisfaction of
having his ultimate fantasy realised.  He finally knew what she tasted like
and it was ambrosia him.

   Like an exhausted man sinking into the softest feather bed, he let his
face get swallowed up by her cushioning ass cheeks and pussy.

   He drank from her sopping vagina, licking it deep and slow, feeling the
muscles around her entrance snatch at his tongue.

   Every moment of desire Clark had had, gazing with longing frustration at
his sister for years, he poured into his task.  He ran the blade of his
tongue up the short stretch of supple skin to her tiny pucker of an anus
and licked around it in tight circles, feeling Josie shudder and moan at
this hedonistic enjoyment of her body.

   While he tongued her pursed membrane, he extended the pointer finger on
his right hand and slipped it through oily lubricant into her tight pussy.
He massaged her inner linings until she cooed and panted with desire. 
Then, carefully, he inserted a second finger into her and her butt lifted
up while her middle dipped.

   His thumb moved under her, along the track of her slick crease, until it
bumped into a hardened nub of flesh that made her jerk crazily when he
first made contact.  He pinched this between the two fingers he had inside
of her and the thumb he had on the outside, all while he licked tight
little circles around her asshole.

   Josie hissed out his name and tried to back her wide ass into his face,
but he shouldered her forward again.

   While he continually splayed and then closed the gap between his
fingers, his thumb toggled her bulging clit.

   Then, while he toyed with her vacillating pussy, he nipped sharp little
bites along the white line of where her ass cheek normally creased when she
was standing.

   Josie swore and Clark felt molten liquid dripping onto his knuckles as
he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

   Clark's thumb was rolling over her clit, ratcheting up the pressure
inside her to unbearable levels.  Her clutching vagina told him she was
already close.

   He wanted to feel her pussy on his face as she climaxed, so he licked
down her perineum until he was once more pushing aside her labia with his
tongue and slurping at her wetness.  He pushed his face in as close to
where he had his fingers were writhing inside of her as he could and he
stretched out his tongue.  Now his face was crushed into her sex, her
juices smothered all over him, even slicking his eyebrows and lashes.

   Straining, he stuck out his tongue as far as he could and slid it in
next to his thumb.  He knew he could not hold the position log, but he
needed to feel her clit under his tongue.

   Combining with his thumb, his tongue worked her fleshy button back and
forth rapidly.  Her tight entrance started to clench around his fingers. 
Her body bucked up hard, and Clark knew his sister was coming.

   She let out a long, low moan as her body began to shudder.  The sun
lounger squeaked and shifted a few millimeters forward and she twitched and
jerked involuntarily.

   Clark continued to lap at her, while he shoved his fingers deep inside
the vice-like clamp of her vaginal walls.  Josie beat out a long fit of
muscular convulsions that left her muscles aching and her body exhausted.

   With a final, sudden jerk, Josie slid forward onto her large tits,
flattening them out.  When Clark stood and wiped at the greasy wet coating
on his face he saw, with some pride, that there was a line of drool at the
corner of her mouth.

   "Mmm, Clark.  That was so good," Josie purred.

   He wiped at the sides of his mouth, then licked his hand.  He could
still taste her.

   "I'm just gonna lay here and have a little nap.  You go...  you go..."
But already her breathing was heavy and her eyes were closed.

   Clark smiled to himself.  To think he had been contemplating suicide and
he had this laying ahead in his future.

   He went inside to fetch his drawing pad and spent the next hour
sketching his naked sister as she napped in the drowsy afternoon sun.

   When Josie awoke, she rose up groggily.  Clark actually gave a small
laugh when he saw the imprinted lines the sun lounger had left on her
cheek. Josie rubbed at the reddened spot while she gave him a hard stare.
Then, smacking her tongue against her hard palate she said, "Man, I could
use a drink.  You kind of drained me there, Clark."

   He helped her up and held out a towel to her.  He eyed the full length
of her stunning naked body, before wrapping her up.  She turned into him as
he did this and he found he had his arms around her.  She took a moment to
wriggled her backside against his, yet again, hard cock and he breathed in
the smell of her hair before placing a small kiss on top of her head.

   Whatever barriers they had held in place before, they had melted away in
the hot midday sun.

   Taking his hand, Josie led him inside.

   By the time their mother had returned, Josie was fully dressed, but
still showing more skin than made her mother comfortable.  She found she
could hardly bring herself to care anymore.  She and Clark were sitting on
the couch, actually watching the TV this time.  They had released the hold
they had on each other's hand the moment they heard the door open.

   "Well you two, I hope you are both in a more civil mood," Their mother
said acidly.  Josie noted the quirk in her mother's brown when the woman
took in that Josie had not changed her clothing from what she had seen her
in earlier.  It was the same look that would have sent her scurrying to
hide her shame not so long ago.  But her skin was still aglow with Clark's
loving touch and she found she cared a lot less about her mother's opinion
right then.

   "Clark?" Their mother asked, "Are sure you should be up?  You know the
doctor said that with the meds you are taking you would probably need to
rest in the afternoons."

   A brief, knowing look passed between the siblings.

   "You know, I've been in my room so long I thought it might be nice to
enjoy a change of scenery," He said without looking in his mother's
direction.  His unemotional, reasoned voice seemed to take his mother
aback.

   She looked between the two with a puzzled expression, to which neither
of them gave her the satisfaction of a response.

   Finally, she turned to Josie and said, "Well, you can't sit around doing
nothing all day.  If you're staying here you need to pull your weight."
Josie could hear the emphasis she put on that last word but felt it slide
off her like Clark's seed under a hot shower.  Even while that happy memory
was passing through her mind she became aware that her mother was still
talking, "I put the groceries on the counter.  You can unpack them and then
sort out dinner.  I've had a long day, I need to put my feet up for a bit."

   Clark caught Josie's eye and they both nearly burst into a fit of
giggles.  They both knew the most taxing thing their mother had done all
day was probably to sign the bill for her drinks at the club.

   Josie was still biting her tongue when Clark surprised everyone by
saying, "I'll help Josie."

   When he received strange looks from both of them he asked, "What?"

   Josie just grinned, but their mother walked off still looking confused.
Josie gave a small snort of derision.  The woman had not even commented on
the fact that her son, who had been locked in seclusion for months, was
finally out of his room, not only that but he actually seemed to be
thinking beyond his own pain for the first time.

   Josie gave Clark's cheek a tender brush with her thumb before standing
and saying, "Well, let's get on with it then."

   For the next hour, they worked side by side in the kitchen, chopping and
cooking dinner.  They did not touch each other again with intent but, as
they worked, they let their bodies brush against each other in a manner
that suddenly felt both thrilling and maddening.

   Josie would deliberately put herself in Clark's path so that he would
have to put a hand on her bare waist to slip past her.  He, in turn, would
come up close enough behind that she could hear his breathing in her ear,
and feel the press of his seemingly ever-present hard-on as it grazed her
backside.

   After today Clark was not sure he would ever be anything other than rock
hard in her presence ever again.

   When their mother came out of her room she was dressed in a loose
sweater and yoga tights that emphasized her slim body.  Looking at her, for
once, Josie felt no jealousy.  In fact, the way Clark's eyes stayed on
Josie whenever their mother was not looking made her start to think that
perhaps her mother was the deficient one.  Maybe that was why she had to
constantly pick at Josie's self-esteem like it was a scab she would not let
heal over.

   For once, both Josie and Clark ate their dinner heartily, ignoring the
silent, haughty presence of their mother.  Their father, to no one's
surprise, did not materialize.  During the week it would have been a shock
if he did come home.  He kept an apartment in the city for nights where he
had to work late.  Nowadays it seemed he had to work late nearly every
night.

   As Josie looked at her mother's angular, sour face, Josie could almost
feel pity for the woman.  She did not look up at her children but, after
she was done pushing a lettuce leaf around on her plate, their mother rose
and took her glass of wine off to the lounge where she switched on a news
channel.

   Clark rolled his eyes and Josie laughed softly.  Together they cleaned
up the mess they had made preparing dinner.

   They did not need to consult each other to mutually decide that they
were going to leave their mother alone downstairs and retire to their
rooms. They walked up the stairs together, almost, but not quite holding
hands.  Still, it was as if an electrical charge was sparking between them
each time their skin came in close proximity.

   When they reached Josie's room she stopped and did a very long and
deliberate stretch.  Her crop top was lifted up with the movement and Clark
was treated to a sight of the underside of one of her milky orbs.  She
grinned wickedly throughout the process, letting him know she enjoyed
having this power over him.

   "I think I'm going to take a shower." She somehow made it sound like an
invitation again.

   "Another one?" Clark asked, smiling too.

   "What can I say, Clark.  Whenever you're around I seem to end up all
sweaty and sticky."

   For a response, Clark took her hand in his and lifted it to his lips. 
So gently that she could barely feel it, he brushed his lips over the tips
of her fingers while he stared deep into her eyes.  Josie gave an
involuntary shudder.  He said in a voice just above whisper, "Then it is my
duty to make sure you are properly cleaned."

   Josie just nodded dumbly.  For once it was she who had nothing to say.

   Then Clark quickly moved away from her to close and lock his door. 
Josie grasped his intent immediately: If their mother came upstairs to
check on them she would just think he had locked himself in his room again.
He winked at her as he pocketed the key.

   Pausing one last time to check the stairs to make sure their mother was
not coming up, Josie slipped inside the bathroom, followed hastily by
Clark. Once inside and with the door shut he took her hand again and held
it, even when she took off her shorts and sat down to pee.

   When she was done he helped her lift off her top.  He cupped and
squeezed her breasts hard when they flopped down into his waiting hands. 
While he massaged her, she tugged at his belt.  He helped her unbutton and
remove his shorts then did the same for hers.  His T-Shirt followed an
instant later.

   When Clark pulled her in close they just held their naked bodies pressed
together for a long time, feeling their heartbeats syncopate.  Her breasts
were sandwiched between them, while his cock pressed into her soft belly,
leaving a sticky kiss on her smooth skin.  Her head tucked into his neck
and his arms enfolded her tightly, as if they might never let her go. 
Josie closed her eyes and let herself believe that could really happen.

   It was she who finally broke the contact, stepping back and holding his
shoulders at arm's length.  She let her eyes roam over his body for a
change.

   He still had the soft slouch of boyhood, but she could see where his
shoulders had widened and the beginnings of a well-defined torso and
abdomen which were starting to take over.

   There was nothing boyish about the thick cock that started back up at
her, unblinking.

   She gave him a warm smile and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his
lips, before moving past him to the shower.

   When she had the water running hot, Clark slipped in behind her.  He
used his body to push her under the spray of hot water, his penis slotting
itself into the cleft of her ass, while he wrapped an arm around her to
grope one of her breasts.

   As the water cascaded down on her, Josie rolled her head to the side
while Clark kissed up the side of her neck.

   Together they took a long, slow, incredibly intimate shower.  They took
every opportunity to caress each other's bodies.  They washed each other,
paying extra attention to the spots that made the other one close their
eyes and suck in sharp breaths.

   It was an exquisite torture they performed on each other.  Teasing each
other with just the closeness and contact of their bodies.  Their mouths
always seeming to be on the verge of kissing, but not quite getting there.
Yet neither of them seemed to want to push it any further.  They simply
wanted it to carry on like this forever.

   Clark buzzed all over with the fulfillment of his every fantasy.  He was
not just seeing his sister, he was touching her and, as he felt his heart
racing in his chest, he felt sure there would still be more to come.

   Josie too was aglow with desire.  The sheer adoration that was pouring
out of him was filling her up to the point of overflowing.

   The moment came to a sudden and rending halt when they both jumped at
the sound of a sharp rapping on the door.

   Their mother's piercing voice cut through the hiss of the shower,
"Josie, you had better not be using up all the hot water.  If your father
gets home to a cold shower he is going to be furious."

   Clark rolled his eyes when Josie looked up at him.  They were still
pressed together, her firm breasts ballooning upwards as they were
compressed between their two bodies.  They both knew their father was not
coming home.  Still, the encroachment on their little world fractured the
mood and Josie made to turn off the water.

   Clark grabbed her wrist suddenly and pulled her in tight, crushing his
lips to hers.  His kiss was rough and unpracticed, but the hunger in it
made Josie melt into him.  Their tongues met and caressed each other while
they took turns sucking them alternately into their mouths.

   They only stopped when they heard their mother banging on Clark's door
down the corridor.  It made them freeze, but after a moment they both came
to the conclusion there was no way their mother could find out what they
were doing.

   Josie did not hear what her mother said to Clark's empty room, because
Clark pulled her under the stream of water and kissed her hard again.  All
sound was drowned out and for a moment the entire world began and ended
with the two of them.

   The kiss ended all too soon, but the feeling of his lips lingered on
hers long afterward.  This time when she moved to switch off the water he
did not try to stop her.  They both stepped out of the shower, water
dripping from their nude bodies.  Stifling their giggles, they proceeded to
dry each other off with soft bath towels.

   Josie wrapped her towel around her body and then helped Clark secure
his. They grinned at each other like a pair of fools while they brushed
their teeth side by side in the bathroom mirror.  That done, Josie stood up
on tiptoes to give him a minty kiss and then put her mouth next to his ear.
In a soft, breathy voice she whispered, "I'll go out first and check the
coast is clear.  If you hear my door close you will know you can leave
safely."

   Then, placing a kiss on his ear that sent a shiver through his body she
added, "Go back to your room and, maybe when mom is asleep I can pay you a
little visit.  We still have a few hours left on your Pass," She let a
moment slip by where Clark felt the hair on the back of his neck rise up
before she concluded, "And we still have several more rules to break."

   Clark nodded and met her last kiss with one of his own.  Then,
reluctantly, they separated.  Josie gave him another wink, before unlocking
the bathroom door and peeking out into the hall.  She slipped out and
padded to her own room.  Not seeing her mother anywhere, but hearing the TV
still blaring downstairs, she went inside and then closed her door louder
than was necessary.

   A moment later she just barely heard the bathroom door open softly and
Clark's footsteps receding back to his room.

   Josie turned her back to the door and leaned against it with a long
sigh. Something incredible had happened to them today, something she could
not put into words.  The overwhelming feeling she got was that, in her
search through the endless multitude of humanity for the one person that
would understand her, she had finally found him.  He had been just two
doors down from her the whole time.

   She threw on a simple silky nighty and nothing else and jumped onto her
bed to wait in breathless anticipation.  She could do nothing else but
listen to the minutes tick slowly by as her excitement grew.  She knew that
Clark would be doing the same.  They had both felt the need for it in the
shower, their day together was not yet complete.

   Finally, after what seemed an age, Josie heard her mother walk up the
stairs, past Josie's bedroom door and enter her room at the end of the
hall.

   Josie switched off her light and sat the darkness as she waited for her
mother to fall asleep.  She found she was unable to sit still.  There was
an ache in her groin that she longed to massage.  Fighting the temptation,
she cupped her hand over her sex and squeezed down hard.

   It did not help.

   Finally, when she could take it no longer, she rose out of her bed and
tiptoed to the door.  She very carefully turned the knob so as to make no
sound and then swung the door silently open.

   She thought she had been pretty quiet but was taken aback when she
nearly walked right into Clark, who was standing outside her room, grinning
down at her.  Apparently, he was even quieter than she was.  But then, he
had had a lot more practice sneaking around than her.  He was a perv after
all, but her was her perv.

   She slapped his chest and he winced then, his smile returning, he held a
finger up to his lips.

   Josie took one last look past him, down the hall, to where their
mother's door remained closed, then she threw her arms around her brother's
shoulders and drew him back into her room.  As she walked backward she
pulled his head down for a kiss.

   As soon as they were inside they shoved the door closed, unable to care
about the noise it made.  They broke only long enough for Josie to secure
the lock and before she turned back to Clark.  When he tried to hug her
again she barrelled into him, shoving him back.  Together they lost their
balance, stumped a few quick steps and then tumbled back onto the bed. 
Clark was about to laugh when Josie scrambled atop him and sank her mouth
onto his.  His grin faded into a lingering kiss as their mouths formed a
tight seal.

   The anticipation, combined with the long day of getting to know each
other's bodies had driven both of them frantic with desire.  Josie tore at
his shirt and he helped her throw it up over his head.

   She immediately dropped down and began to kiss the center of his torso
where the developing muscles of his chest thinned to a bony indentation.

   Clark, meanwhile, was fondling her breasts through her nightie, pinching
thick wads of the soft flesh and searching for her hardened nipples.

   Straddling his waist, Josie kissed her way up his chest to his neck. 
Clark was busy running his hands down her flanks to dig into the meat of
her ass.  The thin fabric of he nightie had already hiked up, so Clark
helped it on its way, sliding it up over her hips to her middle and baring
the lower half of her body.

   She still wore no panties and when she lowered herself it was her bare
pussy that nestled against the erection he had pushing out against his
pajama bottoms.  He could feel her wetness drenching the material and
soaking through to his cock as she rubbed herself against his length.

   Soon their mouths were locked together once more and her hands were in
his hair, pulling him deeper into their kiss.

   Clark slid the backs of his hands over the shallow doming of her belly
and under the nightie to stroke the under curve of her smooth tits. 
Gravity pulled them down almost to meet his chest and they were jostling
energetically with his harried petting.

   He gripped each breast along its side and squashed them together.  As he
did this his fingers sought out, and found, her big, hard points of nipples
and began to tweak and twist them.

   As he worked on her, her nightie was pulled up higher and higher until
it rested on her shoulders.  Finally, needing to have no barrier between
them, Josie sat back on her haunches and, in a single, lithe movement,
pulled the thin garment up over her head.  Her tits thumped heavily on his
chest as she dropped down on top of him and resumed their kiss.  This time
it felt like she was licking out the inside of his mouth.  She was
completely lost in the act, her pelvis humping into his as she held his
head turned at the angle that would let her slide her tongue as deep as it
would go into his mouth.

   Josie was growing desperate with her need to increase the contact
between their two bodies.  Already she was panicked that there might not be
a way to bring them as close together as she needed them to be.

   Pushing down on his chest she threw herself off him and dug her fingers
into his pants.  She yanked down hard, but the drawstring was still tied
tight and it pulled painfully down on his driving erection.  Making little
grunts of pain and fighting with her scrabbling fingers, Clark managed to
get hold of one of the ties and tugged the bow he had tied in them loose.
As soon as the tautness was gone from his waistband he felt his pajama
pants zip off down his legs where they were unceremoniously tossed to the
floor to join Josie's nightie.

   His sister was back on him in an instant, her body wrapping itself
around his, her plump thighs squeezing his waist.  He half rose to meet her
kiss and she held his face in her two hands as she sucked on his tongue.

   Her pussy dripped hot liquid onto his bare cock and each time they
rocked back and forth on the bed their cores flared with the contact.

   Clark placed his thumbs over her nipples and shoved them back, deep into
the flesh behind them.  Each time one popped free from the pressure he
exerted on them he rolled his thumb to find it again and continued to press
it flat.

   As the heat of the kiss grew too much to bear, Josie finally threw her
head back in a cascade of dark hair.  Her magnificent chest was thrust out
and her tits wobbled in Clark's tight grip.

   She looked down into his eyes through a wild thicket of hair that had
fallen across her face.  Clark had never seen a look like it on her face,
or anyone's.  It told him just how much she needed him in that moment.

   Then, moving smoothly, she lifted her ass up off of him and, at the same
time lowered her hand to curl around his shaft.

   She pulled him up, away from his body and positioned his broad pole just
at the entrance to her perfect sex.

   Clark could not breathe, his lungs had stopped working.  He watched in
awestruck wonder as his sister slowly lowered herself onto his cock.  When
their flesh touched he bucked, but she held him tight in her crushing grip.

   His tip dipped into her depression, and she held it fast while she
slowly lowered her hips.

   Clark was big, far bigger than Josie had ever experienced.  The head of
his cock seemed to stick in her entrance, too rigid to squeeze through her
tight gap.  The elasticity of her body seemed to reach its limit as she fed
his length into her.  It pulled tight and would go no further, and she was
still not past the thickest part of him.

   Dropping her weight down on him, a grimace of concentration on her face,
Josie felt her body straining almost to breaking point as her brother's
cock sank, millimeter by millimeter, inside of her.

   At last, she seemed to round the edge of his fat glans and then her
descent onto him became easier.  She had to wriggle her hips to guide him
down her narrow chute, but eventually, her body choked his length down. 
Josie felt a sharp twinge of pain as he pushed into her up to his balls and
their pelvises were locked in a deep kiss

   She felt full to bursting but wanted to hold him inside of her for as
long as she could.

   When she sensed her body had finally adjusted to Clark's size, Josie
began, very carefully, to circle her hips.  Her little brother was buried
deep inside her and she felt closer to him that she thought was possible
with anyone

   Their lovemaking was slow and tender.  Clark caressed every inch of her
body that he could reach.  He needed to have his hands on her at all times.
And her breasts, those magnificent breasts!  They filled his vision and his
mind.  As Josie began to ride him her huge tits swung pendulously towards
him and then away.  He took them firmly in his hands and began to knead the
supple flesh.

   When she fell forward onto her hands, he crunched his abdomen so that he
could bend enough to suck one of her turgid nipples into his mouth and run
his tongue roughly over the sensitive skin.

   As he was pumped in and out of his sister's vagina, Clark felt the ring
of muscles around her entrance clasping his shaft, pulling tight like a
closing snare.

   They lost themselves in an animalistic rutting; grunting and sweating,
nipping at each other with sharp teeth.

   "I'm getting close," Clark growled into his sister's open mouth.

   "Do it inside me," she whined, "I'm protected.  But, Just wait.  Wait.
I'm nearly..."

   Using her arm to sweep back her hair, she pushed herself upright into a
full riding position.

   Clark could see his shaft being gobbled up by her ravenous slit over and
over.

   With her weight on one arm behind her, Josie clutched at her fluttering
sex.  She ground her pussy into her hand with each thrust.  Then, as her
climax began to mount, she eased off and had to do nothing more than tap on
her rubbery button to drive her closer and closer to the edge.

   Clark was undone.  His beautiful sister was completely nude before him
and riding his cock to her peak.  There was nothing more perfect he could
imagine.  His body, as if punctuating this realization, finally released
its last grip on control.

   A large glob of semen, propelled by a forceful geyser, burst from his
tip.  It struck the side of her pulsating vaginal canal and burst like a
shell.  As it divided into separate strands, each of these arced out and
first hit, and then ran along, the walls of her clenching cylinder.  They
wrapped around and came back to meet each other, pooling inside her and
filling her up.

   Clark shoved himself in as deep as he would go and release more of this
barrage of lancing semen.  The force of the blasts inside of her, pounding
into her cervix, combined with the beat of her fingers, triggered Josie's
own climax.  Her body clenched down on the twitching cock inside of her
like a fist.  Her pussy seemed to be sucking on his cock, forcing out the
come almost as fast as it was being pumped into her.  It seemed to
reinvigorate Clark's own orgasm and extend it beyond mortal expectations.

   As her body was wracked with ecstasy, her heavy breasts juddered and
bounced with each muscular spasm.  Each convulsion came closer and closer
together until the melded into a single, prolonged muscle cramp that locked
her entire body rigid.  It was only Clark's hands gripping her tits, hard
enough to be a little painful, that stopped her toppling off the bed onto
the floor.

   When it finally ended her muscles relaxed all at once and she poured
herself like a liquid over her brother's chest.

   They lay there together, panting heavily, a strand of her hair puffing
out with each lungful of air Clark pushed out.

   Eventually, as their hearts slowed and their twitching stopped, Clark
pulled Josie in close and held her tight.

   Still breathless she asked, "There, wasn't that better than just
watching?"

   Clark nodded, as he kissed the top of her head, "So much better."

   "Not that you can't watch, if you want.  I think I might actually kind
of like it."

   He laughed at this.  He suspected she had enjoyed the terms of the
Creeper Pass as much, if not more than him.  Thinking of that life-changing
piece of paper he asked, "I think we broke quite a few of the rules on your
Pass."

   "Mmm." She purred, "But it was for a good cause.  A wonderful cause. 
Those rules needed to be changed."

   "And this Creeper Pass...  Is there any way we might extend it?"

   "Maybe."

   "For how long?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  How does forever sound?" She giggled as she kissed
his chest.

   "Not long enough," He sighed contentedly, "Not nearly long enough."

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