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 Title: Forever and Ever


Summary: There are things siblings can't do, but rules can be broken.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,young,hot,sex





   It was nice living on my own.  It meant a certain amount of freedom and
independence that I'd never experienced while I was growing up.  I didn't
end up getting a big apartment, or even one that was particularly far from
home, but it was mine.

   Of course, what with being barely a fifteen minute drive away from my
family, I still saw them on a semi-regular basis.  I'd go home for dinner
ever now and then, or someone would stop in on their way somewhere else. 
My little sister Anna tended to come by more often than my parents.  Mostly
it was out of convenience, since my apartment was close to a fair number of
places, including her school, and she didn't have a car of her own.  If she
wanted to go anywhere farther than she could walk, she generally had to
either get a ride from someone or take the bus.  She wasn't much a fan of
the bus.

   Anna had a habit of showing up whenever she felt like it.  It was to the
point where I was pretty sure the spare key I'd left with mom was
essentially my sister's property by now.  I'd gotten used to returning
after work to find her casually lounging around on my couch or microwaving
herself some food before she headed back out with her friends.

   Her lack of predictability meant that it didn't surprise me in the
slightest when she showed up one day out of the blue.  She simply walked in
and kicked off her sneakers before greeting me.

   "Hey Ryan," she said.  She dropped a plastic bag on the counter.  "Mom
sent you some stuff."

   "Hey," I said back before moving to check out the bag.

   I was pretty sure it'd be food.  It usually was.  Mom still hadn't
gotten used to not having a teenage boy around to feed, and consequently
made far bigger meals than she, dad, and Anna could eat.  I got sent a lot
of leftovers, which worked out just fine as far as I was concerned.  The
fact that Anna made deliveries every now and then sort of made up for her
frequently raiding my fridge.

   "So what are you up to?" I asked after having satisfied that the bag
did, in fact, contain leftovers in Tupperware containers.

   "Going out with some friends," she said.  "I'm getting picked up here
in...  about five or ten minutes I guess.  I'll get a text when they're
close.  Speaking of which, can I borrow twenty bucks?"

   "No," I said flatly.

   I knew how my sister's 'borrowing' went.

   "Come on, I'll pay it back."

   "Doubtful.  If you do it'll just be because you con some money out of
dad when you tell him I need to be reimbursed.  And even if he falls for it
there's still only a small chance I'd ever see the money.  Shoulda just got
the money from dad to begin with."

   Anna shrugged.  "I forgot to this morning.  You wouldn't make me beg
money off my friends, would you?"

   "Absolutely I would.  You're eighteen.  You practically deserve that
kind of embarrassment if you're still as financially hopeless as you are."

   She stuck her tongue out at me, then sighed.

   "You're kind of a meanie sometimes, you know that?"

   "That's not how I'd put it.  I'm trying to teach you some responsibility
is all.  That and I can't afford to toss money at you every time you think
you need some.  That's what dad's for.  He hasn't learned his lesson yet."

   Anna smiled a little and I couldn't help smiling too.  It was a bit of a
running joke between us how easily she could make dad cave on just about
anything.  Sure it was annoying sometimes how much he spoiled her, but to
be fair she'd used her power to help me out more than once.  She might have
been spoiled, but at least she wasn't a brat.  Well, not too much of one
anyway.

   "What if I trade you something for it?" she asked.

   "That might work, if I thought you had anything I wanted."

   She thought for a moment and occasionally glanced down at herself as
though looking for inspiration.  Obviously I didn't want any of her
clothing or earrings or anything.  Her phone was the only thing that might
have some real value to me, but I knew she wouldn't give that up over
twenty dollars.

   "Maybe I could do something for you," she suggested.

   "Like what?  I mean, I have chores I could get you to do that'd be worth
twenty to me, but they'd take longer to do than you have.  It'd need to be
something you can do in ten minutes, give or take.  Face it, you're out of
luck."

   A look of resolve crossed her face.  I tried not to show any sign of
amusement, but I knew I'd pushed her buttons just right.  She hated being
told there was nothing she could to change a decision she didn't like.  If
I didn't want an argument I would have to be more delicate in saying no. 
In this case I was okay with it if she wanted to fight.  She had to leave
soon anyway.

   Anna looked me dead in the eyes.  I wasn't sure what she was going to
say, but I was prepared for just about anything.  I'd heard just about
every ploy she had over the years.  Somehow, she managed to surprise me
with a new one.

   "I could give you a blowjob," she said.

   My mouth dropped open stupidly, and I couldn't form an immediate
response.  I assumed I'd heard wrong and tried to reprocess her words, but
I'd heard right the first time.

   "What?" I said.

   "You heard me.  That's something I could trade that would take less than
ten minutes."

   "Yeah, but--"

   "So will you give me the money or not?"

   I shook my head silently, then grabbed my wallet and pulled out a ten
and a five.  I needed to hit an atm soon, that was the last of my cash.

   "Fifteen," I said.  "That's all I have.  And you better understand this
nonsense isn't going to work again."

   Anna shrugged.  "Deal."

   She took the money and shortly after she got a text from one of her
friends.  She wouldn't have had time for a blowjob after all, not that she
ever intended to really go through with it.  At least, I didn't think she
would have done it.  Probably.

   For the rest of the evening I couldn't help wondering in the back of my
head what she would have done if I had called her bluff.

   ****

   The next time I saw my sister was on the weekend.  I was going to my
parents' house for supper, and ended up getting assigned to pick Anna up
from a friend's house on the way.  I'd mostly forgotten the whole 'blowjob'
thing at that point.

   I pulled into the driveway at the address she'd given me and sent her a
quick text to let her know I was there.  I could have gone in, and maybe it
would have been faster, but she actually didn't take all that long coming
out to meet me.  I'd driven off without her one time when she took too
long. She'd been cautious about messing with me when I was giving her a
ride ever since then.

   We exchanged greetings and Anna put on her seat belt as I pulled back
onto the road.  Partway into the trip she dug into her pocket and handed me
a pair of bills.

   "Here's your money back," she said.

   I snuck a quick look at her, but she was showing no indication that it
was a trick.

   "Thanks," I said, looking at the money just long enough to confirm it
was indeed fifteen dollars just like I'd given her.

   "Didn't expect that, did you?"

   "No, I honestly didn't.  Dad?"

   "Dad."

   I nodded, satisfied that the world was still running more or less as it
should.  Getting paid back by my sister was uncommon, but not unheard of.

   "As long as you're not actually giving blowjobs for money, I guess it's
all good," I said.

   "You don't think I'd really do that, do you?"

   Anna didn't sound offended, but she could be masking it.  Mostly she
sounded genuinely curious.  I wasn't sure why I'd thought it was a good
idea to bring the subject back up.

   "No, I don't think you would.  I was pretty sure it was just a way for
you to scam me."

   "Wasn't a scam.  I would have done something for you.  Just like I said
I would.  I only gave that example 'cause you were being difficult.  It
wouldn't have been my first choice."

   I frowned and tried to keep my eyes on the road.  I kind of wished I
wasn't driving so I could watch my sister more closely as we talked.  It
was hard to figure out what game she was playing.

   "So you might have sucked me off," I said slowly.  "If we had agreed on
it and everything.  Is that what you're saying?"

   "You did something for me, I would have done something for you.  That's
all.  I think you're reading too much into this."

   "Okay, maybe I am.  But ignoring that issue for the moment...  there's
no way you'd actually do it.  Like, there's no way."

   Anna's eyes flashed in that same determined way they had last time we'd
discussed the issue.

   "Try me," she said.

   Fortunately I was saved from having to figure out how to respond by
finally reaching our parents' house.  Anna didn't try to force any further
conversation before we got out of my car, and I doubted she'd bring it up
while there was a chance mom or dad might hear.  She might have been
stubborn, but she wasn't stupid.

   ****

   I stuck around for a while after supper.  I didn't want it to look like
I specifically wanted to talk to Anna, so when she vanished into her room I
waited a while before following her.  She didn't have her door closed, so I
didn't even have to knock before walking in.  She could see the doorway
from where she was anyway, so it wasn't like I was sneaking up on her.

   She was lying on her bed with one of her school books in front of her.
The book was undoubtedly part of a pretense that she was doing homework or
something.  Every now and then our parents tried to take an interest in her
studies.  It never lasted long, nor was it ever all that effective.

   Anna also had music playing and was busy texting on her phone when I
found her.  I suspected if one of our parents had walked by the phone
wouldn't have been anywhere they could see it.  I wasn't sure how she'd
known it was me, unless she was really good at distinguishing footsteps,
which was possible.

   "What's up?" she asked.  "Thought you woulda left by now."

   "Yeah, I stuck around a little longer than usual.  I kinda feel like we
needed to talk more."

   "What about?"

   I rolled my eyes at her feigned ignorance.  She knew what I meant.  I
checked the hallway just to be sure we were alone, then closed the door.

   "Look, I don't know what--"

   "Are you gonna ask for a blowjob?" Anna interrupted.

   "Um, no.  That was not what I was getting at."

   "Okay.  So what's the problem then?"

   "You know, you're being incredibly frustrating."

   Anna grinned.  "Thanks."

   "Whatever.  I tried.  If you've got issues, you'll just have to work
them out with someone else.  Or repress them.  Your choice."

   I left feeling slightly annoyed, and I wasn't entirely sure why.  I
wasn't even certain what I'd hoped to accomplish.  Anna was messing with my
head, that was all.  I should have known better than to let her get to me.

   ****

   That was the end of any inappropriate discussions between me and my
sister for a while.  She still showed up at my place sometimes, and I still
gave her the occasional ride, and that was about it.  Not a single one of
our conversations gave me any cause for concern.  Life was normal, if only
temporarily.

   I came home one evening to find Anna sprawled across my couch watching
Netflix.  Mom and dad didn't have it, so she'd occasionally come watch some
stuff at my place, particularly if she just needed to kill some time before
going out again.

   "Hey, little sis," I said.  "What'd you make me for supper?"

   I lifted her legs and sat down, letting her legs come back down to rest
across my lap.  She only spared me a brief glance during the whole process.

   "Brought some leftovers that mom sent.  I can heat something up out of
that if you really want."

   "Nah, don't worry about it.  You're probably headed out soon anyway,
right?"

   She shrugged.  "Got no plans.  Things got canceled."

   "Oh."

   It wasn't like Anna went out every night, even if it felt that way at
times.  I usually found it safe enough to plan on her not sticking around
too long.

   "Did you already eat?" I asked.

   "It's not even six yet."

   "I was just asking.  I didn't know if you were staying for supper or
what.  You haven't really told me anything, you know?"

   I punctuated my point by raking a fingernail over the bottom of her
foot. She squeaked indignantly and pulled her foot away from my hand.

   "Well I might stay, if you're not gonna be too much of a meanie.  It
probably is just gonna be heated up leftovers though, isn't it?"

   "Maybe.  That'd be easiest."

   "Do you at least have any ice cream or something?"

   "I might be able to hook you up.  What's in it for me?"

   I regretted the question as soon as I said it.  I wasn't even sure where
it had come from.  By the time I remembered what had happened last time
we'd been in a similar situation, it was too late.

   Anna gave me an amused look.  She pulled herself up into a sitting
position, crossing her legs and not quite facing me directly.

   "Are you looking for something in particular?" she asked.

   "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.  I just...  dammit, I don't even
know.  There's some ice cream in the freezer if you want some.  Whatever."

   "Ryan, don't get all embarrassed on me.  What are you so worried about?"

   "Nothing.  Just thinking about, you know, that conversation we had."

   "I know, me too.  I thought that was obvious."

   "Come on, Anna.  You wouldn't do it, we both know that.  I'm sorry I
keep bringing it up.  I don't even know why."

   Actually, not that I'd admit it, but what I really didn't understand is
why I was practically daring her to prove me wrong.  I'd done it before,
and I was doing it again.  Even if it had been a bluff all along, as it had
to have been, challenging her so directly could go very badly.

   "So ask," she said in a low, dangerous voice.  "Prove me wrong."

   She stared at me intently, her body seemingly relaxed even though I
could tell she as tense as I was.  My next words would be important and
should have been chosen carefully.  However, I wasn't thinking straight
enough for a moment of such magnitude.

   "Fine," I said, staring right back at he.  "Give me a blowjob."

   Anna didn't so much as blink.

   "Ask nicely."

   "Please give me a blowjob."

   Our eyes remained locked on each other for another second or two, then
abruptly my sister unfolded her legs and hopped off the couch.  She knelt
on the floor between my feet and reached toward my waist.  As I watched in
stunned silence she undid my belt, then paused.

   "Stand up for a sec," she said.

   I did as she asked, waiting for her to give.  I was hoping she was just
waiting for me to chicken out first, and I had to play along until she did.
Her nimble fingers had my pants undone and pulled down to my ankles in
short order, leaving only my boxers between her and my cock.

   Embarrassingly, I was starting to get hard.  It was only a reaction to
the situation, I told myself.  Obviously my body couldn't be expected to
recognize that the girl kneeling in front of me was my little sister.  It
was only doing what it was designed for.  Still, it was awkward as hell to
be getting an erection in front of Anna like that.  I hoped she'd surrender
soon and admit that she wouldn't go through with it.

   Unfortunately she was showing no sign of giving in.  I felt her tugging
on my boxers and, as if in slow motion, they began to slide down my legs.
If I'd thought getting an erection as bad before, now it was worse.  There
was nothing left to cover it and it just kept getting harder.

   "You can sit down now," Anna said.

   I followed instruction numbly and sat back on the couch.  I scooted my
butt closer to the edge without really knowing why I would do that.  It
wasn't like I had any intention of actively facilitating the situation. 
All I needed to do was wait until she admitted defeat, despite how I was
beginning to worry that it wouldn't happen.

   Anna leaned in closer, close enough that I could feel her warm breath on
my cock.  I had to close my eyes to avoid freaking out.  There was no way I
could be letting this happen, but it couldn't be a dream or anything
either. It was way too real.

   My sister's fingers brushed my shaft, just barely making contact, but it
was still enough to make me flinch.  I opened my eyes again to find that
she was staring fixedly at my nearly-full erection.  Her fingers traced its
length a few times before wrapping around it in a light grip.  I hated that
it felt amazing.

   "You're really doing this," I said.

   "Told you.  You should know better than to doubt me."

   She smiled up at me, just the slightest hint of smugness evident in her
face.  I hadn't noticed before, but from the way she was leaning toward me
I could kind of see down her shirt.  I'd known my sister had boobs, but it
had always been the sort of thing I knew on a distant, intellectual level.
For possibly the first time ever I was forced into the realization that she
had some genuinely attractive qualities, physically speaking.  They weren't
all canceled out by virtue of her being my sister.

   Her hand stroked my cock slowly, giving me plenty of time to adjust to
the feeling.  I still had the chance to stop everything before it went any
further, if I wanted to.  The problem was that I didn't know if there was
any reason to at that point.  She was already jerking me off, it wasn't
like it could get much worse.  Plus, if I was being honest, I wasn't sure I
wanted to stop it.

   "That...  actually kind of feels nice," I said.

   "Good.  It's supposed to."

   I tried to relax and just enjoy the situation.  Morally speaking it was
pretty bad, but otherwise...  well, it could have been much worse.  It
hadn't been a lie when I told Anna that what she was doing felt good.  I
was just starting to settle into the handjob I was getting when my sister
moved her mouth closer to my cock.  Somehow I'd forgotten that I was
actually meant to be getting a blowjob.  She had obviously remembered.

   Anna's tongue flicked out and licked from halfway up my shaft to the
very tip.  She did the same thing a couple more times, watching my reaction
closely.  I was too overwhelmed and confused to give her much of one, but
she seemed satisfied.

   With agonizing care, she slowly engulfed the tip of my cock between her
lips.  It seemed so crazy that my little sister had actually taken me in
her mouth, and yet at the same not so crazy.  For whatever reason, as she
took me deeper and deeper it all began to feel right.  Logically I knew the
moral issues hadn't gone away, but it no longer felt wrong.  It just felt
good.

   I put a hand on the back of Anna's head.  I didn't try to force her, or
even guide her, it was just to tell her I liked what she was doing.  She
didn't so much as hesitate or look up at me, but I could have sworn she
smiled, just for a second.  Granted, it was hard to tell when her mouth was
otherwise occupied.

   Anna bobbed her head on my cock for a while, working me deeper until I
could feel the back of her throat.  Her tongue moved around my shaft more
or less at random, and sometimes she'd hold her head still for a moment and
just lick me.  Other times she pulled her head back until only an inch or
two was still in her mouth and jerk me off a little with her hand.  It
seemed kind of like she was experimenting and trying to figure out what
worked best.  Whatever the case, she was getting results.

   My little sister was going to make me cum.  It was just one more
unbelievable realization on top of all the others.  There was no way I
could resist, and in fact I didn't even want to resist.  Her fingers, her
lips, her tongue, they were all making me feel way too good.

   "Fuuuck," I breathed as I felt my orgasm building.

   Anna took her mouth off of my cock just for a moment, taking over with
her hand as she did.

   "Are you close?" she asked.

   I nodded and had to fight the urge to push her back into position.  I
needed her warm, wet mouth on me in way that was far too scary for my
liking.  She shouldn't have been able to take control of me to that extent.
Although, seeing as how I was on the verge of cumming, it probably wasn't
all that significant.  I wasn't fully in command of my body at that point.

   It didn't take much more work on Anna's part before I was cumming in her
mouth.  She didn't seem to have any problem with that and made no move to
pull away the whole time.  She just swallowed everything I gave her until I
was finished.

   After it was over I leaned back limply against the couch and tried not
think too much about what had just happened.  Anna appeared unfazed.  She
examined her fingers, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand,
presumably to make sure she didn't have any of my cum on her.  As far as I
could tell she was spotless.

   "I'm gonna go clean up," she said, despite the fact that there was no
need.

   She got up and went to the bathroom which, given the size of my
apartment, wasn't all that far away.  I could hear her running water from
where I sat, but I mostly ignored it.  I was more concerned with summoning
the motivation to get dressed again before she came back.  It turned out I
had plenty of time, and it didn't occur to me until later to wonder what
had taken her so long in the bathroom.

   Anna eventually made it back.  We had both straightened out our
clothing, and her hair had been smoothed back out from where it had gotten
messed up during the blowjob.  Other than a slight flushing on her face,
there was precious little indication that anything untoward had happened at
all.  We sat silently at out respective ends of the couch for a couple
minutes before either of us spoke.

   "So are you gonna heat up some food or what?" Anna asked.

   "Oh.  Yeah, I suppose I could.  You want anything in particular?"

   She just shrugged and I went to the fridge to see what mom had sent this
time.  I ended up getting us both some chicken and mashed potato, which we
each followed with a bowl of ice cream.  By the time we'd finished eating I
was beginning to feel a bit more like normal again.  Something weird may
have happened between Anna and me, but it was hardly the first time. 
Sibling relationships were naturally flexible and unpredictable.  This was
an extreme case, but still nothing to worry about.  Probably.

   "Guess you'll know better next time you think I won't do something,"
Anna said.

   I was confused for a second since her statement had come mostly out of
nowhere, but there was only one thing she could have been referring to.

   "I don't know," I said.  "I'd say it worked out pretty well for me."

   Anna glanced at me.  "Glad you think so," she said softly.

   For some reason I felt like that was a good place to drop the subject
again.  My sister didn't try to push it any further either.

   ****

   I was worried that Anna was going to start avoiding me.  I wasn't sure
why.  If anything, it was far more likely that I would have wanted to avoid
her.  It was just one of those silly irrational fears I supposed; she'd
given no indication of feeling the slightest bit awkward regarding the
blowjob she'd given me.

   Still, silly or not, my fears preyed on the fact that I didn't see my
sister over the next couple days.  I kept thinking that I should text her
or something, just to make sure things between us were good.  I didn't get
around to it, and as it turned out it didn't matter too much.  It really
was just a case of worrying over nothing.  I found that out when Anna
walked into my apartment on a Saturday morning, completely taking me by
surprise.

   "Hey Ryan," she said.

   "Uh, hey," I said.

   I hadn't been expecting anyone else around, and consequently I was only
wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.  In all honesty I hadn't even been
awake very long.  The door had been locked, so my sister was about the only
person that could have gotten in anyway.

   After removing her sneakers, Anna came farther into the apartment.  That
was about the point I noticed she was dragging a bag along with her.  It
was the sort of bag that suggested it didn't contain a care package from
mom.

   "What's with the bag?" I asked.

   "Clothes," Anna said.  She stopped and gave me a funny look.  "You
didn't forget that you get me for the night, did you?"

   I drew a blank for a moment, then suddenly it clicked.  The thing about
mom was that she had a tendency to make plans well in advance.  Far enough
in advance, as it happened, that it was very easy to forget by the time
they rolled around.  In this case I was pretty sure it had something to do
with mom wanting the house for a baby shower.  Or a bachelorette party
maybe.  Something like that.  To the best of my knowledge dad had gotten
the boot for the night too.

   "Right," I said.  "I actually did kinda forget you were getting kicked
out until tomorrow."

   "You would."

   "Of course I would.  I can't be expected to remember things from a month
ago."

   "Whatever.  So, I get your bed and you take the couch?"

   Anna spoke with the authority of someone who wasn't really asking. 
Unfortunately for her, she was my sister and not someone I might actually
defer to in such a case.

   "You wish," I said.  "You get the couch if you want to sleep here."

   "Well that's not very polite.  Guests are supposed to get--"

   "Ha!  You think you qualify as a guest?  If you weren't over here two or
three times a week you might qualify."

   Anna frowned, but decided to let the argument drop.  I really didn't
think she was expecting me to cave anyway.  She knew me better than that.
If anything, she might simply have been doing a routine check on my
reactions, poking my defenses for weaknesses and such.  She did the same
thing to our parents on a regular basis.

   "Fine, I'll take the couch," she said.  "Since my brother's apparently
just a big meanie."

   "A heartless monster," I agreed.

   I felt no remorse as she dumped her bag beside the couch.  Not even a
little.

   "Alright," Anna said.  "I guess that's one issue taken care of."

   "There's more than one?"

   "Yeah.  You think you can give me a drive to friend's house?  I kinda
have a few things I need to do."

   "Seriously?  You've been here not even ten minutes and you already want
a drive?  I didn't even plan on getting dressed 'til lunch time."

   "Fine.  Can I borrow your car then?"

   I had to stop and think about that one.  There were definite upsides and
downsides to Anna's proposal.  On the one hand, if I let her take my car by
herself I wouldn't have to go anywhere and could be as lazy as I wanted. 
She was a good enough driver that I was pretty sure I could trust her with
it.  On the other hand, I had no way of knowing how long she'd be gone or
how much gas she'd burn in the process.  It was kind of a tough call.

   "I don't know," I said slowly, my mind still working.  I had the glimmer
of an idea forming of how I could make the situation worthwhile for me. 
"I'm not sure it's in my best interest for you to take my car.  If you want
it, you're going to have to do a better job of convincing me."

   Anna raised an eyebrow and the corner of her lip twitched upward just
for a second.  I could tell she'd read the subtext of my statement.

   "I need to 'convince' you, huh?"

   "If you want the car, yeah."

   She stepped closer to me, clasping her hands behind her back and
sticking her chest out just a little bit.  The look she gave me was one
she'd cultivated over the years to make her appear as innocent as possible.
It was scary that it kind of worked, despite me knowing better.

   "What would it take?" she asked.  "You want me to clean up around your
apartment a little in exchange?  Or maybe just explain the benefits of not
having to chauffeur me around?  Or--"

   Anna stopped mid-sentence as I reached my hand out and placed it gently
on one of her breasts.  Other than falling silent she showed no reaction
whatsoever to my gesture.

   For a long moment we both just stood there.  I wasn't sure why I'd
thought it was a good idea to grab my little sister's boob, but I'd done it
anyway.  Something about the way she'd been standing had suggested to me
that it would be okay.  I had probably been reading too much into her body
language, but at the same time she hadn't actually protested yet.

   Her breast felt pretty nice under my palm.  It was soft and warm and
felt like what a girl's boob should feel like, despite the fact that it
belonged to my sister.  Between that and the blowjob, I was beginning to
realize that she had a lot more in the way of sexual appeal than I'd ever
given her credit for.  It was kind of funny how that worked.

   "You're not wearing a bra, are you?" I said for lack of anything better.

   "Nope.  Didn't seem necessary."

   "Right.  Of course not."

   For all I knew Anna might have purposefully forgone a bra for my
benefit. It seemed unlikely, but at the same time it was hard to know what
made sense and what didn't.  Fondling my sister the way I was, for
instance, should not have been something either of us would put up with. 
Yet here we were.

   "So can I borrow your car or what?" Anna asked eventually.

   "Um, yeah.  I suppose.  Key's hanging by the door."

   She nodded and moved in the indicated direction, letting my hand fall
away from her chest.  She hadn't so much as acknowledged that it had even
been there.

   "You know, I honestly thought it was gonna take more to convince you,"
she said as she put her sneakers back on.  "Like, I assumed you might want
another blowjob or something."

   "That wasn't a one time thing?"

   "It was, but I wouldn't put it past you to try for it anyway.  Too late
now though.  I already got your keys."

   "Yeah, well, maybe you'll just have to owe me."

   Anna paused on her way out the door.  "We'll see."

   ****

   Not having a car proved to be a great excuse for laziness.  I showered
and got dressed properly before Anna got back, but I didn't really do much
else.

   One of the very few things I did do was jerk off.  I felt guilty that my
need to do so had been triggered by my little sister, but not guilty enough
to repress my sexual urges.  I also felt kind of bad that I thought about
her while I got myself off.  It was a tricky situation all round.  The
obvious argument to make was that I absolutely should not think about, or
engage in, any kind of sexual activity with Anna.  That shouldn't have even
been a point worth debating.

   However, it was more complicated than that.  It felt good to get a
blowjob, or feel a girl up, or any number of other things.  Those things
didn't feel any worse just because the girl in question was my sister.  As
long as Anna didn't mind, and as long as our activities didn't go much
further than they already had, it was all just harmless fun.  That was my
rationalization while masturbating, at any rate.

   Anna was gone for a couple hours, just long enough for me to start
thinking about texting her and asking when she'd be back.  Not that I
really minded that much regardless of what her plans were.  If I was being
honest, I mostly only cared because I wanted to see what else she might do,
or what I might be able to get away with.  I couldn't know until I tried.

   She ended up returning with very little fanfare.  If I had been in my
bedroom, or the bathroom maybe, I wouldn't even have noticed her.  As it
was I was sitting on the couch watching Netflix, which meant I was close
enough to the door to hear her enter.  She joined me on the couch moments
later.

   "Have fun?" I asked, more to make conversation than because I cared.

   "Enh, I don't know if I'd call it fun exactly," she said.

   "No?  What were you up to?"

   "None of your business."

   "Suit yourself."

   I wasn't one to pry too much when someone didn't want to share.  If Anna
wanted to tell me something, she would.  We sat in silence for a minute or
two before she broke.

   "Some people are just hard to deal with, you know?" she said.

   "Yeah, I know."

   "Like, you try to help them and you get nothing but grief for it."

   "Mm-hm."

   "You don't really care, do you?"

   "Not really."

   Anna sighed and shifted so she was leaning against me.  When we were
kids that sort of position would have started a fight.  Of course, half the
fun of fighting had always been to irritate our parents, and without them
around it just seemed like a waste of time and effort.  Not to mention the
fact that I had bigger things on my mind than some petty sibling violence.
Instead, I put my arm around her shoulders and carefully let my hand come
to rest on breast.  I was sure she was going to say something about it this
time.

   "You're kind of annoying sometimes," she said.  "It's not always easy
having a conversation with you."

   "I am aware.  However, I did let you borrow my car.  That has to make up
for some of the annoyingness."

   "Yeah, I guess it does.  Somewhat."

   She was making no move to push my hand away, nor giving me any sign that
I shouldn't be touching her that way.  Mostly I was just letting my hand
rest on her boob, though every now and then I did give a little squeeze or
shift my fingers a bit.  I was actually getting fairly curious about what
was going through her head.  There was no way she could be as oblivious
about it as she acted.

   Suddenly Anna moved, and I nearly jerked my hand away from her chest out
of pure reflex.  She didn't get up or lean back away from me as I thought
she would, but instead actually leaned closer and lowered her head.  I
couldn't figure out what she was doing at first, unless she had decided to
use my lap as a pillow.  I had a partial erection from grabbing her boob,
so I couldn't imagine that would be a particularly comfortable position for
either of us.  It said a lot about the effect of recent events that I
wasn't all that worried about her discovering I was hard.

   Anna stopped when her head was around my stomach.  She moved one of her
hands to my lap where it was out of my line of sight, since her body was
now blocking that area.  I could feel her though, and it almost seemed like
she was trying to get into my pants.

   "Whatcha doing?" I asked.

   "I owe you, remember?" she said.

   "I was kidding."

   "No you weren't.  Not entirely.  Besides, is this an argument you want
to win?"

   That shut me up.  She was right, I didn't really want to convince her
that she didn't need to suck me off again.  I assumed that was what she was
up to anyway, since that was what she 'owed' me.

   Anna had rolled over a bit so her breasts were no longer in easy reach
for me.  I rested my hand on her hip instead.  For some reason it seemed a
natural progression to start rubbing her lower back a little.  I supposed
she might see it as a sign of affection if nothing else.

   She eventually got my cock out of my pants and began slowly stroking it.
Her face was so close to it already that I could feel her breath.  I wanted
her mouth on me so badly in that moment.  Memories flooded back of the last
time she'd done this, how she'd made me feel things my little sister
shouldn't make me feel.  My desire was tinged with guilt, but not enough to
make me stop her.

   I did my best not to pay too much attention to what Anna was doing.  It
was so hard to restrain myself from putting my hand on her head and
'guiding' her to where I wanted her.  I had no way of knowing how she'd
react to that, and the last thing I wanted to do was risk scaring her off.
Besides, as long as she was the one in control it let me at least pretend
like I wasn't being completely negligent in my responsibilities as a big
brother.

   I groaned in pleasure when Anna's lips finally made contact with the tip
of my cock.  They were softer than I remembered, and the slick pressure of
her tongue against the underside of my cock made me groan in pleasure.  Her
lips wrapped around me, encircling and gripping my shaft as she began her
work.

   Her head bobbed up and down in small, smooth motions.  I couldn't really
see much other than that, but the movement still hypnotized me.  I couldn't
bear to look away.

   For several minutes I did little more than watch my sister give me a
blowjob for the second time.  The TV was still on, but it might as well
have been on Mars.  There was nothing that could distract me from what I
was experiencing.  At times I ran my fingers idly across her back, or
pulled stray strands of hair back behind her ears.  Mostly I just let her
do her thing.

   It couldn't last forever.  I couldn't hold out against Anna's efforts,
nor did I want to.  In theory I would have enjoyed sitting there for hours;
in practice there came a point where I just needed to cum.

   I communicated my impending orgasm to my sister, who didn't so much as
acknowledge that she'd heard.  I knew she understood though.  Subtle as it
was, there were small, barely detectable changes in her movements when she
knew I was close.  It was kind of a amazing that I was aware enough to
notice them.

   Just like last time, Anna kept her mouth on me as I came and swallowed
everything I gave her.  She only pulled away when it was clear I was
finished.  She almost seemed reluctant to return to her previous sitting
position.

   "Thanks," I said as I tucked my cock back into my pants.

   Anna flashed me a small, quick smile.

   "We're even now," she said.

   "Yeah.  Right.  Even."

   I shook my head a little, but didn't press the issue.  She obviously had
her own agenda at play, I just wasn't sure what it was.  It seemed like a
bad idea to argue too hard for the off-chance she'd share it with me.  Her
stubbornness could easily work against me if I wasn't careful.

   Anna hopped off the couch and went to the bathroom.  Just like last time
I could hear her running water, and I wasn't sure what took her so long
getting back.  It wasn't like she had much of a mess to clean up.

   After idly thinking about it for a couple minutes, I entertained the
possibility that she was masturbating in there.  It actually seemed like
the most plausible option I could come up with.  I couldn't blame her if
she got kind of horny, and I certainly wasn't judging.

   She didn't say anything when she came back.  She sat down next to me and
leaned against me a little, and just like before I put my arm around her.
This time I didn't go for her boobs, the urge having lessened after what
she'd done to me.

   There was something else I was thinking about, however.  Something
related to the blowjob I'd just received.  I honestly wasn't sure how my
sister was going to respond.

   "Anna?" I said.

   "Hm?"

   "This is kinda awkward to ask, but I think I need to anyway.  What you
just did for me, at some point do you think you'd want me to, like, do t--"

   "Pff, nice try."

   "What?"

   "You're not getting in my panties that easily."

   "I...  that totally wasn't the point."

   "Right.  Sure it wasn't." Anna gave me a magnificent eye roll, of the
quality that suggested she'd been practicing for days for just such an
occasion.  She poked me in the chest.  Hard.  "Let me explain something. 
You're my brother.  That means certain parts of my body are off-limits both
for viewing and touching."

   I opened my mouth, then closed it again just as quickly.  I wasn't the
fastest learner, but I realized that this was another situation where I
wasn't meant to argue.  Luckily I clued in before saying something stupid.
I wasn't supposed to touch her boobs the way I had been, nor was she
supposed to suck my cock, and that made for a clear inconsistency in her
stance.  The question was whether or not there was anything to be gained by
calling her on her hypocrisy.  I suspected there was more chance of me
becoming worse off for it, if anything.

   "I know you're a total perv," she continued, "because let's face it,
pretty much all guys are.  You just have to accept that you can't have
everything you want."

   Anna finished her tirade and settled back into my shoulder.  My arm was
still around her, and as a test I let my hand drop down to cup her breast.
She didn't say a word about it.

   "Sorry for being a perv," I said.

   "That's okay.  I know you don't mean to be.  And I hope you understand
the only reason I gave you those two blowjobs was 'cause I owed you one,
and the other was to prove a point.  Obviously neither of us would be that
much of a perv normally."

   "Right.  Obviously."

   If it hadn't been before, it was official now.  Anna was playing some
sort of game of her own devising, and only she knew the rules.  It was
unfair, sure, but so far I felt like I was winning, or at least not losing,
so I had no real reason to complain.

   We ended up going out for supper.  Anna revealed that she'd been sent
with money for that very purpose, which was slightly uncharacteristic of
her.  I fully would have expected her just to keep it.  Still, it was kind
of nice of her.

   We didn't go anywhere too fancy since Anna insisted she hadn't brought
along clothes suitable for anywhere we'd need to dress up for.  At first I
wondered if she simply hadn't planned that far ahead when she was packing,
but afterward it occurred to me that she might have initially intended to
keep the money for herself and only changed her mind later.  There was no
way of knowing, seeing as I doubted I'd get a straight answer out of her.

   "Ryan?" she said as we were both perusing our menus.

   "Yeah?"

   "Do you think we look like we're a brother and sister?"

   It was kind of a strange question, but to all appearances it might just
have been something that crossed Anna's mind rather than something that
concerned her.

   "Does it matter?" I asked.  "I mean, any of the people around might see
different things.  Some of them might be able to tell, others may not."

   "I guess.  But if they don't think we're siblings, then they might think
we're a couple.  Or something like that."

   I looked at my sister, menu temporarily forgotten.  It was hard to know
if she was getting at something, or if she was just making weird
conversation.

   "Would that bother you?"

   "Not really.  I've hung out with other guys and people thought we were,
you know, 'together.' I was more embarrassed by them than I would be by
you."

   "Careful, I think you're on the verge of giving me a compliment."

   Anna shrugged.  "I think I want french fries," she said, abandoning our
conversation with remarkable abruptness.

   "Fries come with most things."

   "Yeah, but I just want fries."

   "Well, that's an option.  But let me ask you something.  If I get a
burger or something, are you going to try and sneak some of it."

   Anna shook her head, but she hesitated just a second too long before
doing so.  I knew it annoyed her that I had long ago caught on to most of
the games she liked to play.  Maybe that was where her newest game had come
from.  Maybe it was just something to throw me off guard.  I said nothing,
but gave her a look that let her know I wasn't buying it.

   "I might get hungrier once food gets here," she admitted.

   "So you'll get a burger with your fries?" I prompted.  "You don't have
to eat it.  Quite honestly, that's not my problem.  Food going missing from
my plate is."

   She smiled guiltily, but it was the sort of admission that was
calculated to cause feelings of forgiveness.  She was an expert at looking
innocent, even though 'innocent' wasn't a word I'd often use to describe
her.

   We ordered when our waitress came around again.  We each went with a
burger and fries, though we differed on actual types of burgers.  I was
pretty sure Anna made her order slightly different from more for the sake
of appearances than because she cared what she got.

   Anna went straight for her fries when our plates arrived.  She did eat
some of her burger too though, and I tried not to look too smug about it.
I'd been relatively certain she didn't just want fries, and I'd been
vindicated.  Unfortunately my victory seemed to have annoyed my sister,
whose eyes narrowed into revenge-mode.  I waited to see if she'd try
anything, but nothing was immediately forthcoming.

   "Ryan?" she said eventually.

   "Mmph?" I answered with my mouth partly full.

   "What do you think of our waitress's boobs?"

   I chewed the rest of my mouthful slowly, giving me a little more time to
think.

   "I dunno," I said.  "I haven't really seen them properly."

   "Yeah, but you can tell they're kinda big, right?"

   "I suppose.  That's hardly the only important factor though."

   "Uh-huh.  Okay, would you rather touch hers or mine?"

   "You're playing dirty, Anna.  Cut it out."

   "What do you mean?"

   Her face was all puppy dog eyes and wide, innocent smile.  It was kind
of irritating, especially when combined with what was undoubtedly a trick
question.

   "If I say yours, are you gonna call me a perv?"

   "What else do you call a guy who wants to touch his sister's tits?"

   I sighed and shook my head dramatically.  We both knew what my answer
was.  At least, I was pretty sure Anna knew my answer was that I'd rather
touch hers.  If nothing else, I knew if I answered otherwise it would
significantly reduce my chances of touching any boobs at all in the near
future.

   I decided to avoid the trap in the most childish way I could think of. I
threw a french fry at her.

   "Hey!"

   Anna picked up my makeshift projectile and threw it right back.  There
were no parents around to stop it becoming a full-fledged mini-war.  Or,
more accurately, our parents weren't there to stop it.  None of the other
adults around seemed inclined to intervene.  I was pretty sure a couple of
them were just glad we weren't their kids.

   Our giggling and french fry throwing were eventually interrupted by a
discreet cough.  I looked over to find out waitress standing there with an
uncertain look on her face.

   "Can I...  get you anything else?" she asked, attempting to remain
professional.

   Anna and I looked at each other.  Parents or not, we both felt that
instinctive guilt at having been caught doing something we shouldn't have.

   "Maybe just the bill," I said.  "Sorry."

   The waitress mumbled something that might have been an acceptance of my
apology, but she mostly just seemed relieved that we weren't going to make
a bigger scene.  I started scooping fries back onto my plate for easier
clean up while Anna dug into her purse.

   "Dad gave me fifty for food," she said.  "But I--"

   "Give it to me," I said.

   "But--"

   "The waitress deserves a good tip, don't you think?  She's gonna have to
deal our mess.  I don't trust you not to pocket everything you think you
can get away with."

   Anna pouted but handed over the cash.  I was a little surprised that she
hadn't lied and said she'd only gotten forty or something.  I couldn't
imagine she'd actually been given more than fifty.  That was already more
than necessary.  However, it didn't surprise me in the least that dad had
given her that much.  That was just how their relationship was.

   We left with significantly less money than we'd had, but hopefully the
waitress had been bribed enough that she wouldn't be cursing us out the
rest of the night.

   As we got out the door, Anna took my hand and started swinging our arms
a little as we walked to my car.  She did it so smoothly I almost didn't
register anything abnormal in the gesture.  I couldn't remember us ever
having held hands.  I decided not to mention it, because for all I knew
Anna wasn't really paying enough attention to realize what she was doing.
Either that or she was messing with me, and if that was the case I didn't
want to give her the satisfaction of bringing it up.

   ****

   I had trouble sleeping that night.  I wasn't sure why, though it was
tempting to blame it on my sister.  She kept shifting around on the couch
and making just enough noise to draw my attention every time she did.  That
was the downside to small apartments, I supposed.  I ignored the noises as
best I could, but still had no success relinquishing consciousness.

   At some point, further into the night than I liked, there was a knock on
my bedroom door.  It swung open before I had a chance to decide how to
answer.

   "I can't sleep on that couch," Anna said.

   She was wearing a loose shirt and panties, not uncommon for her
nighttime apparel.  She looked at me as though expecting a fix for her
problem.

   "Well, I'm sure you made a valiant effort," I said.

   "You think maybe we can share the bed?"

   "Ha, you're such a perv."

   Anna seemed confused.  I'd only called her a perv because she'd been
throwing the word around lately, but I wasn't sure if she realized that.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Trying to get in bed with me.  I see how it is."

   She belatedly figured out I was teasing, and I almost felt bad about it
for a second.  Almost.  She obviously needed sleep as badly as I did at
that point.

   "You know I'd owe you," she said softly.  "If you share with me."

   "You would, huh?  Well, maybe we can work something out."

   At least I sort of understood this part of her game.  Her 'owing' me was
a good thing as far as I could tell.

   I scooted over toward the far edge of my bed and pulled back the blanket
for her.  She climbed in without hesitation and helped me pull the covers
back up around us.

   "There's not gonna be that much room," I said as I bumped against her
while we settled in.  "I can't promise I won't accidentally touch you."

   "You're a good brother.  I'm sure you won't do anything too naughty."

   That might have been an invitation to something, but it might also not
have been.  I wasn't really sure how to take it.  I opted for cautiously
rolling toward her and laying my arm across her, mid-way between her waist
and hips.  She didn't react.

   "Good night, little sister," I said.

   "Night," she whispered.

   ****

   I woke up to my third blowjob from my sister.  For a second I was
completely confused, but there was no mistaking the feeling.  Especially
when I opened my eyes and raised my head to find Anna with her mouth around
my cock.

   At my movement, Anna looked up at me.  She didn't stop bobbing her head
as she did, and the effect was incredibly hot.  Even though she was more or
less properly clothed, seeing her face in that sexy, slightly submissive
position got to me more than it should have.

   "Morning," I said.

   She didn't answer, not that I expected her to.  I had to admit that she
possessed the ability to dedicate herself to a task when she so chose.

   Anna kept working me with her mouth until I came.  Once again she
swallowed it all.  She didn't run off to the bathroom this time though,
instead she just sat down cross-legged near the end of the bed.  It was
kind of an interesting pose, seeing as all she had on below the waist was
her panties.

   "Good morning," she said, finally responding to my earlier greeting.

   "You're very good about keeping us even," I said.

   "Well I don't want to owe you anything for too long.  You might come up
with some worse way for me to pay you back."

   "You mean I could choose something else?"

   "Sure.  If you want to risk it."

   Her lips curled in a faint smirk.  She seemed to enjoy subtly reminding
me that she was in charge, at least to some extent.  If she decided sexy
times were over, there wasn't much I could do about it.

   "I suppose I could stick with the blowjobs.  They are kind of nice."

   "Only kind of?"

   Anna crawled over to me and lay down beside me, settling her weight on
my arm as she did.  She rested her head on my shoulder and let out what
sounded distinctly like a contented sigh.

   "Okay, they're very nice.  Extremely nice.  You're an awesome sister for
doing that sort of thing for me.  Happy?"

   "Mmm, I kind of am.  Even if my brother's a perv."

   "Yeah, too bad about that."

   Unable to resist, I reached over with my free hand and gently squeezed
one of her breasts.  After a couple seconds I switched to the other.  She
showed no outward indication of having noticed.

   Feeling bolder than I had previous times, I rolled partway over, careful
not to disturb Anna's resting position.  I took the bottom of her shirt
between my thumb and finger and tugged on it.  Ever so slowly I brought up
and over her boobs.  She still said nothing.

   Her shirt got stuck between her body and my arm that she was lying on a
couple times, but I finally got it high enough to expose her breasts.  I
had been pretty sure she hadn't been wearing a bra since it wouldn't have
made sense to put one on for bed, and now my suspicion was confirmed.  Her
beautiful, round, nearly perfect breasts lay before me, causing me to
freeze in indecision.

   "What do you think we should have for breakfast?" Anna asked, startling
me from my trance-like state.

   "Um, I dunno.  What do you want?"

   I touched one of her breasts with the very tips of my fingers, sure
she'd push me away at any moment.  She'd let me get away with touching them
before, but this seemed a little too much for her to accept.

   "Cookies," she said.

   "Cookies?" I repeated.

   I traced one of my fingers over the smooth contours of her chest.  I
wanted so badly to cup her breasts in my hands, but I felt I needed to
proceed delicately.  Plus, one of my arms was still trapped beneath her.

   "Crumbled up in a bowl with milk," she added with a soft giggle.

   "That sounds like cereal."

   Her breasts were so soft, and so warm, and so very much fun to play
with. I was getting more comfortable with letting larger areas of my hand
make contact, though I still held back from squeezing too much, or pinching
one of her nipples.  I couldn't risk anything that would startle her. 
There was no way of knowing what might cause the moment to end.

   "It would be kinda like cereal.  That's how I thought of it.  I always
wondered what it would taste like.  Actually, I guess I pretty much know
what it would taste like.  Probably just like cookies, only soggy.  And
milky."

   "That sounds right."

   Anna's eyes were still closed.  Maybe it helped her pretend everything
was normal and innocent, and that her big brother wasn't fondling her naked
chest.  I wasn't sure why, but as we talked my eyes kept getting drawn to
her lips.  My gaze should have stayed firmly on her boobs, but for some
reason it didn't.

   I didn't know what possessed me, but the longer I watched her the more I
felt the urge to kiss her.  It was stupid in many, many ways, and yet I
felt myself leaning in.  She had no idea it was coming, there was no way
she could have expected it.  Perhaps she sensed that I was moving, but that
was it.  Her eyes opened half a second too late to do anything about it as
my lips made soft, barely existent contact with hers.

   By the time I pulled away, mere seconds later, I knew I'd fucked up.  At
least, I thought I had.  I was sure there would be consequences.  She
couldn't possibly let this one slide.  I couldn't tell if her expression
was one of horror, or annoyance, or hate, or maybe even something worse
than any of those.

   Then, abruptly, her face masked over.  It was as though something had
changed in the time stream and the kiss had never happened.

   "What about pancakes?" she asked.  "I noticed you had a box of mix in
the kitchen."

   I sighed heavily, letting out the breath I'd been holding in my state of
fear.

   "We can try," I said.  "I haven't been able to get them to come out
half-decent yet."

   "That's 'cause you're hopeless at cooking.  If mom didn't keep sending
you food you'd have to exist on take-out and frozen pizzas."

   "That's not...  completely true," I mumbled.

   "No, but the generalization is close enough to the truth for my
purposes."

   Anna rolled away from me and stood up.  She stretched, letting her shirt
fall back down on its own instead of pulling it down, giving me a glorious
few seconds of her half-naked beauty.  I honestly wasn't sure when my baby
sister had gotten so sexy.  I was seeing facets of her this morning that I
never could have imagined before.

   Granted, most or all of that could simply be the fact that I'd seen her
boobs.  It wasn't very poetic or romantic, but it probably wasn't far from
the truth either.

   She left the room wearing only her shirt and panties, leaving me lying
in bed mostly naked.  I didn't really want to get up, but at the same time
there was no telling what I'd miss if I didn't.  That thought was enough
motivation for me to drag myself to my feet and clothe myself to a
semi-presentable level.  I kept the boxers that Anna had pulled down when
she was sucking my cock, and added a clean t-shirt.

   After hitting the bathroom, I walked up behind my sister who was
rummaging through the few cupboards and drawers I had.  She had the box of
pancake mix out, but not much else.

   "Is it too much to ask for you to have measuring cups?" she asked.

   "Yes.  It is.  Do I look like the sort of person who has measuring
cups."

   Anna gave me an annoyed sigh.  "This is going to be difficult, isn't
it?"

   "Quite possibly.  I believe I tried to warn you."

   She tried to make it work anyway, mixing together what she hoped were
correct ratios of pancake mix and water.  I didn't try to help, since I
knew there wasn't much I could even if she did accept such an offer. 
Mostly I stood behind her and ran my hands over her back and sides and
arms. I could have grabbed her boobs, or even her butt, but I didn't feel
the need, especially with the fate of breakfast hanging in the balance.

   I had a counter-top grill that Anna thought would work for cooking the
pancakes.  She poured some of the batter into approximately pancake-sized
blobs, then we waited.

   "You almost seem like you know what you're doing," I said.

   "It's not that hard.  Have you seriously never watched mom do this?"

   "I dunno.  I can't say as I've ever though about it too much."

   "Yeah, that's about what I figured."

   Anna wasn't doing much more than standing around waiting for the
pancakes to cook at this point.  I took the opportunity to get even closer
to her.  I brought my hands around to her tummy, which consequently meant
my cock was pressed against her butt.  It wasn't hard yet, but that had the
potential to change quickly.

   I made sure she wasn't going to shove me away or anything before feeling
up her breasts a little.  Then I dropped one of my hands down to her
panties.

   "Hey!"

   She tried to turn around, but I held her so she couldn't.

   "Relax," I said.  "I'm not allowed in your panties, right?  So I won't
go in them."

   "Or remove them," she said.

   "Or that.  They stay on and my hands stay out."

   "They better."

   Anna tried to sound like she was serious, and that there'd be
consequences if I disobeyed.  I wasn't too worried.  I knew for a fact she
hadn't had a chance to masturbate since my blowjob this morning.  The odds
were good that she was hornier than I was.

   I stayed true to my promise and kept my fingers outside my sister's
panties.  At first all I did was locate her slit through the material and
smile as I felt her tense up.  I really hoped she wouldn't tell me to stop,
but I didn't think it would be an issue.  After all, I was playing by her
rules.

   She flipped the pancakes as I ran a finger up and down between her pussy
lips.  Her hand trembled a little, but she did a good job of acting like I
wasn't even there.  She couldn't eliminate all of her reactions though.  I
could tell it was turning her on to have me rub her pussy that way.

   As I continued running my finger over her pussy, I gradually applied
more pressure.  Her lips parted for me and allowed my finger, and the
material of her panties that was between them, to slowly sink into her wet
entrance.  I was sure this constituted an extreme bending of the rules, but
so far I was getting away with it.

   "These ones are done," Anna said, an unmistakable quaver in her voice.
"You want to eat while I cook the others?"

   She carefully flipped the finished pancakes onto a plate, trying not to
show how her hands were even less steady than before.

   "No, I think I'll wait for you," I said.

   Unfortunately, I could only get so far inside her with her panties in
the way.  She must have been regretting that even more than me by that
point.  Her facade of indifference was collapsing.  Her fingers gripped the
counter tightly and I heard what sounded very much like whimpering coming
from her closed mouth.  Her hips moved in time with my finger, desperately
seeking more even though there was nothing else to be had.

   It all finally caught up with her moments later as she came.  She threw
her head back, nearly catching me full in the face, and let out an
uncontrolled hiss of pleasure punctuated by whispered swearing.  She used
her body to trap my hand between her pussy and the side of the counter even
though I wouldn't have dared pull it away at that point.  I wanted her to
cum long and hard.  It made it more likely that she'd want to keep messing
around like we had been.

   "Pancakes are done," I said softly into her ear.

   Anna leaned limply against the counter, barely holding herself on her
feet in the aftermath of her orgasm.  She turned her head to look over her
shoulder at me.  I couldn't help myself and used the opportunity to put my
hand on her chin and gently hold her in place while I kissed her.

   It was a slightly firmer kiss than last time, though still nothing too
passionate.  Baby steps and all that.  I could have sworn she kissed back
this time.

   "Let me take care of that," I said.  "Go sit."

   I pulled back and let Anna walk unsteadily to the table.  I removed the
second batch of pancakes from the grill and turned it off, then carried the
two plates of them over to the table as well.  My mood was sufficiently
benevolent that I gave my sister the fresher batch.

   I had to quickly grab silverware and syrup, the latter which I belatedly
worried I might not have.  It turned out I did have half a bottle in the
back of my fridge.  Anna looked kind of stunned at first, but as she ate
she began to look more like normal again.

   "I told you these'd be good," she said.

   "Yeah, you were right.  I don't know what I was thinking to ever doubt
you."

   "My thoughts exactly."

   ****

   I found myself missing Anna after she left on Sunday.  It was kind of
weird missing her, because until recently it had never really been much of
an option.  She was around so often even after I'd left home that it had
taken a significant change in our relationship to make me crave her
presence in a way I could never have understood even a couple weeks ago.

   On the positive side, I no longer had any worries about her not wanting
to be around me.  Even though we hadn't really talked about what was going
on between us, I felt confident that she didn't want it to stop any more
than I did.  She'd be back.  All I had to do was try not to obsess over her
too much in the meantime.

   Unfortunately, it wasn't all that easy to stop thinking about my sister.
I had so many thoughts about her competing for attention in my head.  Many
of them were sexual -- which consequently led to me masturbating more often
than usual -- but not all of them.  Some of my thoughts were relatively
innocent.  Not many, but some.

   It was actually kind of pathetic how excited I got when I received a
text from Anna on Wednesday.  I'd really been hoping she would have come by
since she hadn't shown up the past two days.  A glance at her message
explained why I hadn't seen her.

   "You got grounded?" I texted back.  "Why would you do that?"

   "I didn't mean to, dumbass."

   "How long?"

   "Probably another day or two.  Hard to say."

   I sighed and nodded to myself.  In all likelihood she'd been officially
grounded for a couple weeks, maybe more.  Something with a concrete end
date at least.  However, the way these things went was that she'd suffer
the punishment and be the sweetest little angel for a few days, then simply
go back to business as usual when mom and dad forgot to keep an eye on her.
It was actually kind of sad how they never caught on.

   "Hey, why don't you come over for supper?" Anna texted.

   "Did mom or dad invite me?"

   "No, but you know they won't mind.  I'll just let mom know.  It's not
like they can complain about you being over, even if I'm grounded."

   I thought about it, but I'd known that I'd go as soon as she asked.  It
looked like my only chance to see her in the next couple days.

   "Okay, I'll be over in a bit."

   ****

   As expected, there were no objections to my presence.  Mom tended to
want me around more often anyway, and I was pretty sure dad appreciated
temporarily not being the lone male of the house when I was over.  Plus
Anna most likely wouldn't have let on that it was her idea for me to come
over.  That was about the only thing that might have raised some suspicion.

   I arrived at my parents' house while mom was still in the process of
cooking supper.  Dad was either still at work or on his way home and
supposed to be back before too long.  My sister was up in her room.  I
tried not to look like I was in too much of a hurry to see her.

   "So I heard Anna was grounded," I said to mom.

   Partly I just needed to say something, and partly I was legitimately
curious about the situation.

   "Yes, she is," mom said, her expression hardening for a second.  "I
honestly don't know what came over her.  She'd usually so well behaved.  I
mean, I'm not blind.  I know she gets into mischief more than she should,
but...."

   Mom waved her hands helplessly, and I nodded in what I hoped was an
understanding way.  I had to bite my tongue and resist telling her that she
didn't know half of the things her daughter got up to.

   "What did she do?"

   "You don't know?  What am I saying, of course you don't.  You wouldn't
have been talking to Anna since then, would you?"

   Again I held back my initial response.  I wasn't sure if Anna was meant
to be texting while on punishment detail or not.  The fact that mom hadn't
made the connection between me coming over and my sister talking to me
didn't much surprise me.  Granted, I could just be being unfair.  Perhaps
she hadn't been banned from her phone.  Given Anna's ability to manipulate,
there were a few viable possibilities.

   "No," I said.

   "She got caught shoplifting!  Can you believe that?  I honestly don't
know what possessed her.  For some silly little trinket no less."

   "Really?  That doesn't sound like her."

   Actually, while it was kind of unusual, it didn't particularly shock me.

   "I know.  I can't help feeling like one of her friends is being a bad
influence on her or something.  Maybe someone new I haven't met.  I can
only hope it doesn't become a recurring thing she does."

   I nodded and made sounds of agreement for a another minute or two.  Once
I sensed a break in mom's rant, I took the opportunity to excuse myself.  I
made a bee-line for my sister's room and found her door open.

   "Hey, little sister," I said, stepping through her doorway.

   "Ryan!  I knew you'd come save me." Anna was sitting at the small desk
she had in her room.  She gestured wildly at the books and papers that
covered it.  "I've been reduced to doing homework.  I'm so bored.  There's
nothing else to do."

   "You poor thing," I said with something approaching actual sympathy.

   Things truly were desperate if my sister had, in fact, voluntarily sat
down to do homework so early in the evening.

   "Seriously.  I need to be distracted.  They even turned off the
internet, and I didn't think they knew how to do that."

   I winced.  "So what'd you try to steal that was worth all this?"

   Anna glanced furtively toward the door.  There was no one there, but
just to be sure I looked out and down the hallway.  Then I sat down on her
bed.

   "Okay, well...  they caught me with some stupid necklace," she said.

   Something about the way she worded it triggered my suspicion.

   "And is that actually what you took?"

   "No.  You know me too well.  I had to grab a decoy 'cause they were on
to me."

   I shook my head in mock despair.  "Do I want to know how often you do
this sort of thing?"

   "Um...  no, probably not.  I really don't do it that much though. 
Usually I can con money out of someone for things I want."

   "Yes, I'm aware.  So what did you take?"

   Anna got up and shut the door before walking to her dresser.  She rifled
through her underwear drawer, apparently searching for something buried at
the bottom.  It occurred to me that she might have taken a pair of sexy
panties, or something along those lines.  If that was the case she must not
have thought her plan all the way through.  Mom still did her laundry and
would almost certainly notice something like that turning up.

   "I took this," she said, holding up a watch.

   "You stole a watch?"

   "It was stupid, I realize that.  But that's why I took the necklace when
I knew I was gonna get caught.  It was way cheaper and I could pass it off
as me not knowing what I was doing.  The watch would have been trickier. 
It was going for almost two hundred, I think."

   "Anna, not that I know much about these things, but isn't that a men's
watch?  Why would you take a two hundred dollar men's watch?"

   "Maybe 'cause it wasn't for me," she mumbled.

   She looked so defeated, so unlike her usual self.  All of her confidence
seemed to have deserted her.  I took her wrist and gently pulled her
closer, then made her sit down next to me.

   "Was it for me?" I asked softly.

   She nodded.  "Stupid, right?  You don't even wear a watch.  I just saw
it and...  I don't know.  I thought you might like it is all."

   I placed my fingers on her chin and turned her face toward me.  I looked
directly into her eyes as I spoke.

   "It wasn't stupid."

   I kissed her, conveying things that my words couldn't possibly match. 
I'd always heard things like "it's the thought that counts" when it came to
presents and I'd never paid much attention.  Anna might have finally
allowed me to understand that sentiment.  She'd paid for the watch in a
more real way than she'd probably paid for anything else in her life. 
She'd ended up trapped and bored in her room.  That meant more to her than
easily scammed money ever would.  And she'd done it for me.

   "You like it?" she asked.

   "I do.  I really do."

   Anna couldn't help letting a grin start to peek through on her face. 
Not a deliberate one, but one that fought any attempt to resist it and
showed itself anyway.  It was a brief glimpse of the girl under the
carefully constructed exterior she liked to project.

   She leaned toward me and we kissed again, for longer this time.  Our
hands went to each other's bodies, though in relatively tame locations.  I
was all set for making out with my sister a little, and as far as I could
tell she felt the same way.

   Suddenly she pulled away.  I started to speak, but she put her finger to
my lips and looked toward her door.  A second later, I heard the same thing
she had.  Someone was coming.

   Anna leapt from the bed back to her seat at her desk.  She didn't really
have time to make it look like she was in the middle of something, but that
was okay.  If she looked like she was working it probably would have been
more suspicious than if we'd just been talking.

   The door opened followed closely by our mother.  She peered around the
room briefly as though expecting to find something she wouldn't like.

   "Why was the door closed?" mom asked.

   She sounded curious, but I didn't think she actually suspected anything
in particular.  Unless she had somehow guessed the truth, of course.  It
seemed unlikely, but it could certainly cause problems.  I should have been
more careful.  I'd had to sneakily masturbate in the house enough times
before I moved out that I should have known better than to risk getting
caught with my tongue down Anna's throat, so to speak.  Luckily my sister
had been paying a little more attention to our surroundings.

   "We were just talking about stuff," I said, deciding it was better to
take mom's attention away from Anna.  "Privately."

   Mom arched an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue any further.

   "Okay," she said.  "Well, your father's home and supper's in about five
minutes."

   "Alright.  Thanks."

   Mom left the door open when she left.  Both Anna and I waited until we
couldn't hear her footsteps anymore before turning to each other and
exchanging relieved smiles.  We both knew what we could have been caught
doing.  I kind of liked these little cracks in my sister's defenses that
showed she wasn't as indifferent toward certain events as she tried to
seem.

   ****

   Supper was fairly normal.  No one brought up Anna's 'situation,' which
may or may not have been a good sign.  I knew she'd have a better idea how
to manipulate the situation to regain her freedom as soon as possible, so I
didn't make any attempt at it.

   I let myself be talked into watching a movie with the family afterward.
It wouldn't allow for any privacy with my sister, but it was better than
nothing.

   The living room held an L-shaped couch which was big enough for all four
of us, but not by a lot.  It therefore drew no attention when Anna sat down
with her legs across my lap.  Since our parents were in the room, I almost
said something about it out of habit.  Me picking on Anna, or vice versa,
then being chastised by whichever parent was in a less patient mood was
practically traditional.  I managed to keep my mouth shut in this instance.

   I spent most of the movie touching Anna in very subtle ways.  I'd let my
hand rest on her leg and run my fingers slowly over her skin, or sometimes
I'd move down to her feet depending on how she had her legs positioned.  It
really wasn't enough to do much more than tease both of us and make us
crave more.

   Eventually the movie ended.  Neither Anna or I moved at first, and we
both waited until our parents left the room to say anything.

   "Did that seem like a long time to you too?" I whispered.

   "Kind of, yeah," Anna replied at the same volume.  "Maybe that's just
'cause you wouldn't keep your hands to yourself."

   "You could have said something," I said, even though we both knew she
couldn't have.  "And besides, you were the one nearly climbing into my
lap."

   "Didn't have room to do anything else." She sat up and swung her legs
onto the floor.  I resisted saying anything about how there was enough room
for sitting normally, as she currently was.  That wasn't really the point.

   "Anyway, thanks for coming over," she said, not looking directly at me.
"Tonight would have been boring."

   "What are brothers for, right?"

   The look Anna gave me suggested she had one or two ideas of what
brothers were for.  I doubted public opinion would have agreed with any of
them.

   We sat there for a few moments, neither of us saying anything.  I knew
it was probably time to go, but I didn't really want to.  Finally Anna
leaned over and kissed me softly.

   "I'll come over to your place when I can," she said.  "It might be a
couple days."

   "Okay," I said.

   She looked like she was about to say something else, but the sound of
one of our parents coming back startled her into action.  She stood and,
with a final look back at me, walked away.  I stayed put for a moment, then
sighed and made my way to the front door.  It was for the best that I was
leaving alone, but I wished I could have taken her with me.

   ****

   I got home from work on Friday to find my door unlocked.  That seemed a
bit strange because I always made sure to lock up before I left.  I was
slightly concerned that I might have forgotten to do so this morning, but
at the same time it meant there was a chance Anna had come over and she was
the one who had unlocked it.  As soon as I saw my sister's shoes inside the
doorway, I knew it was the better of the two options.

   "Anna?" I called as I removed my sneakers.

   There was no answer, but I heard movement and a couple seconds later
Anna popped into view.  I couldn't help smiling when I saw her, silly as
that may have been.

   "Hey," she said.

   "Hey.  You decided it was safe to come over, huh?"

   She bit her lip.  "Um, not exactly.  I mean, maybe it'll be fine. 
Mostly I'm just thinking that I can hide out with you 'til Monday.  You
know, if mom and dad are pissed that I didn't go straight home."

   "If you stay that long they'll just get more upset."

   "I know." Anna shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.  For all I knew it
might very well turn out not to be.  Before she could say anything else,
her attention was drawn to my wrist.  "Are you actually wearing your
watch?"

   I held my arm up so she could see better.  "Of course I am."

   "Well I didn't know if you were just humouring me when you said you
liked it."

   "Only humouring you a little.  Mostly I meant it."

   "As long as you mostly meant it, that's okay I guess."

   We stood facing each other kind of awkwardly.  I wanted to make some
kind of move, and probably Anna did too, but for some reason I wasn't sure
how to proceed.  Eventually I decided to stick with something simple.  I
walked up to her and kissed her, pressing my lips to hers for a few seconds
before pulling back.

   Anna looked like she would have been okay if I had held it for longer,
but then her personality reasserted itself.  She twirled away from me and
back toward my couch where she'd presumably been before I arrived.

   "I was just in the middle of a show," she said.  "You wanna watch with
me?"

   "What show is it?"

   "Does it matter?"

   Of course it didn't matter.  I wasn't interested in the show regardless
of what it was.  But if Anna was going to play silly games, then I could
too.

   "Well I don't want to watch some insipid girly show," I said.  "You know
you have terrible taste sometimes."

   "I have excellent taste," she retorted, turning her head long enough to
stick her tongue out at me.  "Although I did choose to spend time with you,
so maybe you have a point."

   She sat down and started her show up again from where she'd paused it.
She looked vaguely smug about her comment.

   "Don't be petulant," I said, taking a seat next to her.  "I know for a
fact I'm your favourite person."

   "What gave you that idea?"

   "A couple of things.  One of them being your generous gift."

   I held up my wrist again, as though she might have already forgotten
about the watch.

   "And that means you're my favourite?"

   "Mm-hm.  It means you looove me."

   "You wish."

   "It's true.  There's no point fighting it."

   "Shut up!"

   "Or what?"

   Anna glared at me, narrowing her eyes as though it would help her detect
a weakness she could exploit.  A moment later she took a swing at me.  I
let it hit me in the shoulder, then grabbed her arm and tugged her toward
me.

   "Let go," she said.

   "Nah, I don't think so."

   I pulled Anna even closer, and despite her act she didn't fight me.  I
couldn't quite manage to get her into my lap, but it was a close thing.  I
needed active help rather than just a lack of resistance to move her around
too much.

   "It's kind of adorable how you get when you're embarrassed, you know
that?" I said.

   "Shut up," she said, quieter this time than the last.

   "Okay."

   I was fine with not talking for the moment.  There were other things I'd
rather be doing with my mouth.  Once again Anna didn't fight back as I put
my hand on the back of her head and guided her in so I could kiss her.

   It was amazing to feel my sister surrender to me.  It could just have
been that she didn't realize how much she was giving away when I wasn't
actually looking at her.  There was more to it than the purely visual.

   We broke for air a couple times, but our mouths didn't go very far as we
each caught our breath.  I noticed that she kept her eyes closed the whole
time, letting me direct her as I saw fit without being too obvious about
it. Eventually she gave in and climbed fully into my lap facing me, making
it easier for us to reach each other.  To me, it was a clear
acknowledgement that she wanted this.  But I'd already known that.

   My hands roamed over my sister's body, from her legs and ass up to her
breasts and shoulder, and most anywhere else I felt like.  From her
reactions, I was pretty sure it was getting to her.  She was getting turned
on just like I was.  The way she was sitting in my lap meant that she had
to be able to feel my cock as it hardened.

   Anna was wearing a skirt, which made it easy to get to her panties.  I
was feeling a little over-confident at that point and tried to slip my
fingers inside the waistband.  That was when she finally stopped me.

   "What did I say about that?" she asked as she pulled my hand away from
her underwear.

   She leaned back away from me, which at least allowed me to get a good
look at her.  She appeared just as aroused visually as what I'd guessed
from the way she felt.  However, it didn't seem like that was going to be
enough to get me off the hook.

   "You said I'm not allowed in your panties," I said.

   "Right.  But you tried to get in them anyway."

   "Thought you might have changed your mind."

   "Really?  What kind of girl would I be if I let my brother touch my
pussy?  Before I know it you'll be trying to convince me to have sex with
you and--"

   "Who said I was after your pussy?  There's more than one option, you
know."

   Anna's eyes went wide for a second, then she grinned.  I actually had
been going for her pussy and was just messing with her a little.  It was
hard to say if she realized that or not.

   "You're bad," she said.  "I really shouldn't let you have that either."

   "Why not?  Some girls like it.  Less chance of pregnancy too."

   "That's not very convincing.  I might almost think you're trying to take
advantage of your baby sis."

   Her hands went to my waist as she talked.  Her dextrous little fingers
undid my belt, then the front of my pants while I ran my hands over her
legs.  That still seemed like safe territory.

   "How can I take advantage of you when you're making all the rules?" I
asked.

   "Rules can be broken.  I do it all the time."

   I was rapidly losing my train of thought.  Anna's fingers closed around
my cock and guided it out of my pants to where she had the freedom to
stroke it.  Once again I noted the hypocrisy of her actions, and once again
it seemed terribly unwise to say so.

   "So you're saying I could just break your rule and get in your panties
anyway?" I asked.

   "Only if you're prepared to deal with the consequences," she said.  "Or
you could be cooperative instead.  You might prefer that."

   "What does cooperating involve?"

   "Mainly it involves not getting in the way or pissing me off."

   I rolled my eyes for show even though I was actually kind of amused.  My
sister might have been more than a little arbitrary and mysterious at
times, but occasionally she could be quite blunt.

   She maintained her grip on my erection while scooting her butt closer to
me until her skirt was brushing against me.  She flipped the front of the
skirt up and out of the way, then pressed her panty-covered pussy directly
against my cock.  She moved her hips a little and let her hand fall away. I
groaned at the feeling of her panties against my naked shaft.

   "See?" she said.  "Not so bad, is it?  And you don't even have to get my
panties off."

   "It does feel good," I admitted.

   It wasn't enough to get me off, I was pretty sure of that, but it was
still an incredible feeling.  I couldn't help imagining what it would be
like if Anna was naked and instead of just rubbing against me she actually
let me inside her.  The thought made me shiver.  It was just so bad.  She
was still my sister after all.

   I looked up from where she was grinding on my cock.  Our eyes met
briefly, then she bit her lip and gazed down while I kept watching her
face. Yes, she was my sister, but obviously she was something else now too.
Perhaps siblings weren't meant to have sex, but they also weren't meant to
do whatever it was we were currently doing.  It wasn't such a huge leap.

   "I'm going to get in your panties one of these days," I said with an odd
sense of certainty.

   "You think so?" she said.  "You sure you want to push your luck?"

   "I don't think it'd be such a big risk.  See, I kind of feel like you
want me to try it and not let you stop me or anything.  You want me to
break your rule."

   "If you say so."

   Anna was only partly paying attention to me.  Her eyes were beginning to
take on a distant, unfocused look.  She seemed to be more concerned with
getting off on my cock than on any kind of conversation.

   I grabbed her arms and pushed her off me onto her back.  Her head landed
on the arm of the couch and she struggled to sit back up as I positioned
myself between her legs.  It was just like I was preparing to have sex with
her, except for a few minor details.  I started thrusting and let my cock
slide along her panties instead of inside her.  It would have to do as a
substitute.

   "What are you...  Ryan, let me up."

   I wasn't holding her down exactly, but my body was above her and
preventing her from escaping easily.  The expression on her face suggested
she was fine where she was.  There was desire there, and a need for
something that she wouldn't get if I stopped grinding on her.

   "Is that really what you want me to do?" I asked.

   She turned her head away from me and closed her eyes.

   "No," she whispered.

   I waited for her to turn her face back toward me, then kissed her.  She
responded hungrily and held my head with her hands so I couldn't pull away.
Her hips rocked back in time with my movements, forcing her pussy against
my cock even harder than it had been.  She had given in to her lust and let
it take over her need to be in control.

   Once Anna really got into it, our pretend fucking started doing more for
me.  I realized it might actually make me cum after all if we kept it up.
There was enough pressure and friction on my cock that it might partly make
up for the fact that only part of it was getting any stimulation.

   It was much more obvious that what we were doing was working for Anna.
Not only did she grow increasingly enthusiastic with every passing moment,
but the small noises she made in the back of her throat suggested she had
very little vocal control left.  She was in need of release, and it wasn't
all that far away for her.

   Suddenly she was cumming.  She buried her face in my shoulder and let
out a long, muffled moan.  Her hips went crazy and made it very difficult
for me to keep any kind of rhythm going in the face of her uncoordinated
movements.

   My sister's orgasm gave me a surge of arousal and drove me with
increased determination.  My muscles were protesting the amount of exertion
I was putting them through, but I kept pushing them.  It wasn't going to
take much longer.

   Anna came to my aid once she'd sufficiently recovered from her orgasm.
Her hips resumed moving in stable, purposeful motions like they had been
before, making things easier for me.  It felt so much better when we worked
together; she wanted me to cum, and that's just what she made me do.

   With the position of our bodies, my cock was pointed toward my sister's
breasts.  Most of my cum landed somewhere between them and her pussy,
soaking into her clothes where it landed.  I kept grinding on her until the
last of my semen shot out.  It was making a pretty big mess on her, but she
didn't seem to mind too much.

   "See?" Anna said softly.  "You didn't need my pussy after all."

   I didn't respond.  The effects of my recent burst of exercise were
catching up with me and I just wanted to lie down.  Anna squealed in
protest as I nearly knocked her onto the floor in my pursuit of claiming
the back half of the couch.  Once I was settled I wrapped an arm around her
waist to hold her to me.  I was effectively spooning her, even though I was
temporarily too drained to fully enjoy it.

   "The couch isn't big enough for this," she said.

   "We both fit, don't we?"

   "Yeah, but if you let go I'll fall."

   "No you won't.  And it's not like the drop is far enough to do any
damage."

   "It might."

   Anna pressed herself back against me, ostensibly as a precaution against
falling off the front of the couch.  I should have known she was just
playing games again.  It was silly to even entertain the idea that she was
genuinely concerned about falling.

   We lay there for a while, my arm around Anna and my mind wandering
wherever it chose.  It was kind of nice.

   "Should we at least turn the TV on or something?" Anna asked.

   "If you want to."

   She shrugged and made no move to get up.  There was silence for another
few minutes before I came to a decision.

   "I think I might be in love with you," I said.

   There was a pause before Anna answered.

   "You only think so?  You don't know?"

   "Well it's kind of tricky."

   "So that's a no then."

   "I dunno.  Partly I just want to know how you feel about the idea."

   Anna squirmed a little.  In some ways, I preferred that the back of her
head was to me and that we didn't have to have the conversation face to
face.

   "You're not supposed to be in love with me," she said.

   "I know.  Believe me, I'm well aware."

   "And I'm not supposed to be in love with you either."

   "I'm aware of that also."

   "So what would that mean if we both were?  Hypothetically."

   "It'd be better than just one of us feeling that way, I suppose. 
Probably.  Or maybe worse 'cause then it's harder to stop."

   Anna pulled my arm away from her and rolled to face me.  She gave me a
quick kiss, then stood up.

   "I need to go change," she said.  "My clothes are all messy.  Well,
maybe just my shirt."

   Not to mention her painfully transparent desire to change the subject.

   "So you brought clothes with you?" I asked.

   "Of course I did.  I'm staying until Monday, remember?"

   "Right.  How silly of me not to realize you planned that far ahead."

   ****

   Despite Anna's assurance that she had clothes of her own to change into,
she instead 'borrowed' one of my shirts.  It was too big for her, but it
was kind of sexy somehow, like it gave me more of a claim over her or
something.  She said it was just because she hadn't planned on using more
than one shirt a day and would have run out if she used hers instead.  She
evaded my question as to why she didn't tell me that in the first place.

   We spent most of the rest of the evening watching Netflix and teasing
each other.  Anna made it very difficult to talk about anything serious, so
I contented myself with feeling her up and trying to remove her clothes. 
She generally let me do as I pleased for a while, then found some excuse to
get up a for a minute or two and straighten her clothes back out.  The end
was result was I couldn't discuss anything much with her, nor get her fully
naked.  It was fun, but mildly frustrating.

   I got her topless at one point.  She was lying on her back across my lap
with her breasts staring directly up at me.  She was doing her usual
routine of pretending not to notice, or at least not to care, and directing
her attention to the TV.  I was busy running my fingers over her tummy and
watching the faint red marks that appeared if I pressed too hard with my
nails.  I was pretty sure I wasn't scratching hard enough to hurt or she
would have said something.

   "Anna?" I said.

   "Yeah?"

   "You know how you keep saying I'm not allowed in your panties?"

   "I only keep saying it 'cause you won't listen.  You still think I'll
give in if you keep trying."

   "Mm-hm, that's exactly what I think.  Because here's the thing; I've
been thinking and this is kinda my apartment."

   I traced my fingers up to her breasts and circled them slowly.  Her
nipples were hard and I kind of wanted to pinch them just to hear her yelp.

   "Yeah, so?"

   "So I should be able to make some rules if I want to.  Like, I could say
that if you stay the night, I can do whatever I want to you."

   "No means no, big brother.  You know that."

   "That's the beauty of it, little sister.  All you have to do is leave
and I won't be able to do anything.  I wouldn't be forcing you into
anything."

   "This is still sounding kinda rape-y.  You should be careful about that
sort of thing."

   "You think so?  Maybe I should drive you home then.  Just to be on the
safe side."

   Anna shook her head and pushed my hands away.  She stood up and grabbed
her shirt off the floor.

   "This conversation is dumb," she said as she pulled her shirt right way
out.

   "I'm just giving you fair warning."

   I grabbed her shirt before she could put in on.  She sighed and let me
have it, then walked to the fridge still topless.  I heard her rummaging in
the freezer, followed by sounds of dishes and silverware.  A couple minutes
later she was back with bowls of ice cream.  She handed one to me and kept
the other for herself.

   "Eat," she said.  "Maybe your blood sugar's low.  It would explain why
you're being silly."

   "You really don't understand how blood sugar works, do you?"

   Anna ignored me so I gave up.  At least the ice cream was good.

   ****

   Anna stayed the night as I'd known she would.  She insisted that the
'rule' I'd made was meaningless and that it didn't change anything.  I
didn't argue the point because I didn't have to.  She had my ultimatum,
what she chose to do with it was up to her.

   We slept together in my bed.  She wore panties and the shirt she'd
borrowed from me.  I couldn't help feeling like she would have gone naked
if she wasn't still pretending she didn't want me to touch her pussy.  She
had no problem with me seeing any of the other parts of her body.

   I just wore a pair of boxers.  I hadn't felt like wearing a t-shirt or
anything, and Anna had vetoed the idea anyway.  She told me it would be too
warm in bed if we both wore shirts.  It was about the most ridiculous
reasoning I'd ever heard, but her intentions were so obvious that it hardly
mattered what her pretext was.

   She lay facing away from me with me spooning her from behind.  The only
reason I wasn't up all night was that she gave me a blowjob right before
bed.  It let me remain calm enough to get some decent rest despite having
my sexy little sister so close to me all night.

   I didn't actually try anything until morning.  To my mind, that gave
Anna an extra chance to leave or at least get up before me if she really
wanted to.  I was confident any remaining resistance she gave me was an
act, but at the same time there was no way to be a hundred percent certain.

   Her shirt had gotten bunched up under her breasts during the night,
leaving her tummy and lower back bare.  I raised my head a little so I
could see her face.  Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and
regular, which meant she was probably still asleep.  That was perfect.  It
gave me the chance to wake her up the way I wanted to.

   I nuzzled Anna's shoulder and gave it a soft kiss even though she
probably wouldn't feel it.  I placed my palm on her tummy, feeling the
warmth of her skin.  My pinky finger just barely brushed the top of her
underwear.  I moved my whole hand downward as gently as I could until I was
able to slip my fingers beneath her panties.

   Anna's breathing didn't change, but my heart rate had definitely sped
up. I felt like I was doing something wrong and was about to be caught any
second.  Granted, that was more or less the case.  The difference was that,
assuming I wasn't wildly off-base, getting caught wouldn't be such a bad
thing.

   My fingers ventured farther into the forbidden zone as I remained alert
for any sign of my sister waking.  I felt my way over her pussy lips and,
of course, the slit in between them.  She wasn't wet enough at first for me
to dare try and get a finger inside her, but as I rubbed back and forth
over her soft, sensitive skin I began to feel that changing.  I wondered
just how wet I could get her before she woke up.

   When it felt like she was ready, I pushed a fingertip between her lips
and felt her body eagerly accept it.  She was even wetter inside her pussy
than outside and I was able to get most of my digit in.  I started moving
in and out in a slow, gentle rhythm; effectively finger-fucking my sister
as she slept.

   She did eventually wake up, as I'd known she would.  There was only so
long I could go before either I'd disturb her slumber, or she'd wake up
naturally.  Her body jerked as she awoke, no doubt in her momentary
confusion as to what was happening.  It wasn't a very big movement, and she
went still again almost immediately, but it was enough for me.

   "Good morning," I whispered into her ear.

   I kissed Anna's shoulder again and kept fingering her pussy.  She played
possum for another moment or two, but it was no good.  I knew she was
awake, and she knew that I knew.

   "It's very early in the day for you to be so bad," she said.

   "I believe I did warn you this would happen."

   "Doesn't mean you're absolved."

   "Luckily I don't need to be absolved.  Otherwise I might be worried."

   I pushed a second finger inside her and made sure to keep my movements
even gentler than before.  She was tight, though not tight enough that I
was worried about causing her any pain with only two fingers.  Still, I
really didn't want to fuck up now.  Plus I didn't want to accidentally make
her cum yet when the whole point was to get her too turned on for her to
want to play her games.  Going slow seemed a better choice all round.

   Her hand moved down to cover mine.  She didn't try to grab it, or stop
me, or any of those things.  She just kind of left it there while I
fingered her.

   "You molested your baby sister while she was asleep and unable to defend
herself.  That seems like it might need absolving."

   "Only if it was unwanted attention."

   Anna tilted her head to look back over her shoulder.  I lifted my upper
body enough that I could crane my neck and give her an awkward but
heartfelt kiss.

   "You're gonna be stuck with me, you know," she said.

   "What do you mean?"

   "If you put your penis in me.  It'll just be you and me, forever and
ever.  No other girls.  That'd be your choice permanently."

   "Is that how it works?"

   "In this case, yes."

   I stroked Anna's clit with my thumb, making her gasp involuntarily.  I
smiled at the way I could make her react.

   Forever and ever.  That was what she'd said.  It was a little daunting
when she put it that way.  It wasn't like I had any desire for other girls
though, not when I was with her.  That was basically the same choice so
many people made all the time.  Lots of them had to commit to someone.  It
didn't always work out, of course, but then how many of them would know
their partner the way I knew my sister?

   Besides, she was as good as telling me that she was prepared to commit
to me.  I wondered if all her games were just a way for her to hide the
fact that she was scared about kind of decision I'd make.

   "Does that mean I'm allowed in your pussy now?" I asked.

   "It's kinda late to stop you.  I'm just warning you.  Like you did for
me."

   "That's decent of you."

   I sat up and removed my hand from Anna's pussy.  I pulled her panties
down and off her feet, then moved right back to the same position I'd been
in.  My cock had been more or less settled before, even though it had been
fully hard for a while.  When I lay down again it poked insistently against
my sister's butt.  She pushed back and ground her ass into me.  I couldn't
help groaning at the sensation.

   "Better not get the wrong hole," she said.  "Then you'd really be in
trouble."

   "I'm already in trouble.  Have been for a long, long time.  I just
didn't realize quite how much until recently."

   My boxers were in the way and it took me a moment to slide them down my
legs and kick them off.  Once they were off, my cock was free to press
against Anna's bare ass unimpeded.  The feeling was amazing.  I rocked my
hips a bit and my erection naturally slipped between her cheeks.  I would
have been quite content just staying there for a while.  It was so much
better than rubbing on her panties like the day before.

   "I'm pretty sure I just told you not to use that hole," Anna said. 
"Like, twenty seconds ago."

   "Relax.  I'm not gonna put it in your butt.  Even if it does feel really
nice."

   "Shut up."

   She pulled an arm up to cover her face.  I caught a glimpse before she
could hide from me and it almost seemed like she was blushing just from my
off-hand compliment.  She must have been in a more vulnerable state than
I'd thought.

   "Anna?" I said quietly.

   "Mm-hm?"

   "Have you ever had sex before?"

   She hesitated, then shook her head.

   "No," she whispered.

   I reached around to her chin, gently pushing her arm away from her face
in the process.  I turned her head so I could give her another of the
awkward kisses necessitated by our positions.

   "Forever and ever, huh?"

   "Yeah."

   I guided my cock to her entrance, which seemed even wetter than before.
She stuck her butt out and lifted her upper leg without any prompting,
making the process easier for me.  It occurred to me that maybe we should
have been face to face for our first time, but it seemed kind of late to be
worrying about that.

   It took a little nudging to get the tip of my erection into her pussy. I
wanted to be delicate, even more so than when I'd had my fingers in her.  I
hadn't known she was a virgin then.

   Anna pushed back against me, forcing more of my cock inside her.  Her
pussy was so tight around me, and so wet.  In hindsight I couldn't believe
that I'd nearly been content with just grinding on her ass.

   "You think you're gonna hurt me, don't you?" she said.

   "I'm a little concerned about it, yes."

   "Well don't.  Just 'cause you're the first boy in there doesn't mean I
don't know what I'm doing.  If you're gonna do this, then do it."

   That sounded more like my sister.  I grinned as she attempted to take
control of the situation.  She kept rocking her butt back against me,
taking me deeper with every movement.  I picked my moment and thrust in
time with her, burying my cock even further in her tight little pussy.  She
moaned and brought her arm up to cover her face again.

   Her shirt was still bunched up around her breasts.  With her arm over
her face it was relatively easy to push the shirt up even further and
expose her boobs.  I grabbed one and cupped it in my palm.  It was so warm
and soft to my touch, just like the rest of her body.  My little sister
felt way too good.

   An animalistic growl came from my throat when my cock was finally as
deep as it would go.  I didn't consciously make the sound, it just kind of
happened.  It was primal.  Not only were there the physical consequences of
completely filling my sister's pussy, but the implications for the future
as well.  She was mine now, and I was hers.  She'd said so.  It was done.

   Our hips never stopped moving.  Anna kept rocking against me like she
thought there was more to come, despite how she must have known I had
bottomed out.  For my part, I didn't think I could stop even if I wanted
to. I needed to cum inside her the same way I needed oxygen.  I didn't even
know if I could stop if she asked me to.  Things had gone way beyond logic
and reason.

   I kissed her neck in way that was somehow both savage and tender.  I
nipped her with my teeth a couple times, and instead of flinching from it
she arched neck to give me better access.  She even belatedly tore her
shirt off and tossed it to the floor, leaving her completely naked.  I
trailed kisses across her newly exposed shoulder, then back to her head.

   Anna had twisted her head as far toward me as she could.  I found her
mouth and pressed my lips to it.  Her teeth caught my bottom lip and held
onto it for a moment.  I let myself be captured by her, surrendering to her
the same way she had to me.  She could have drawn blood if she wanted.  I
would have let her.

   I felt her orgasm hit with as much certainty as if it had been my own.
The way her pussy squeezed me, the way she kissed me with added
desperation, the way her hand sought out mine and held on tightly; there
was no mistaking it.  It was a beautiful, sexual experience that I felt
with my whole body.

   If I hadn't had such a pressing need to cum too, I might have waited for
her to recover a little.  As it was I just keep thrusting into her, still
seeking the release that she'd found.  It was there, just out of reach but
getting closer with every passing second.

   I fucked my sister harder and faster, driving my cock into her with as
much force as I could manage.  In the back of my mind I was still a little
worried about hurting her, and I wasn't sure I had enough control over my
body to do anything about it if I did cause her pain.

   All thought was made irrelevant as I came.  I buried myself in my little
sister's pussy and let my cum fill her up.  She kept wiggling around,
either disappointed that I'd stopped moving or trying to help me enjoy the
last few seconds while my semen emptied into her.

   We lay there in a happy silence afterward.  I held Anna in my arms and
let my cock soften naturally until it slipped out of her pussy.  I felt
satisfied and content as I basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

   "Maybe I shouldn't have cum inside you," I said eventually, vocalizing
the first fully-formed thought to cross my mind.

   Anna giggled softly, then louder.  It turned into a full laughing fit.

   "That's what you're worried about?"

   She squirmed around in my arms until she was facing me.  She kissed me
deeply and pushed me onto my back.  Then she settled in beside me and
nestled her head against my shoulder.

   "Isn't it something we should worry about?" I asked.  "At least a
little?"

   "Maybe.  I think it's probably okay, but even if it's not...  we'll deal
with it.  Honestly I thought you'd be more worried about other things."

   "Like what?"

   "Like whether or not I was serious about you being stuck with me. 
Whether or not I love you the way you think I do.  What you're gonna do
with me.  Those sorts of things."

   "Yeah, I can see how those might be issues if I didn't already know the
answers to them."

   "You think so?  What are they then?"

   "I'm not telling."

   "Meanie."

   I smiled and looked down at my sister.  She was naked and curled up
against me with her eyes closed.  Seeing her like that, there was no need
to question whether she loved me.  I couldn't imagine her letting herself
be so vulnerable with someone she didn't.  And being 'stuck' with her was
hardly an issue either, as far as I was concerned.  The only possible
problem might be in regard to what the future held for us.

   "What do you want us to do?" I asked.

   "Right now?"

   "No.  You know what I mean.  Like when you asked what I was going to do
with you.  What did you want me to say?"

   Anna was quiet for a moment.

   "Something about how we should have sex some more," she said eventually.

   "That's what you wanted?  That's your plan?"

   "You don't like it?"

   "I do like it, but that's not...."

   I paused and considered the issue more carefully.  What exactly had I
expected?  It wasn't like we needed to make any grand, sweeping changes to
our lives.  Most things between us were unalterable anyway.  I didn't want
her to stop being my sister, it was just that I wanted a few more things
besides that.  Things I already had.  Why mess with any of them?

   "You know what?" I said.  "The more I think about it, the more I like
your plan."

   "Thought you might.  You're kinda like that."

   "Yeah, well...  I do partly have my sexy little sister to thank for
that."

   I poked Anna in the side, making her giggle and try to swat me away.  We
settled down again after our short burst of activity.  I didn't really want
to move too much, and it seemed she didn't either.  It was nice just lying
together.

   "You'll probably have to rescue me from mom and dad," Anna mumbled
lazily.  "They're gonna be pissed I'm not back yet."

   "Can't you take care of it?  And I thought you weren't sure if it'd be
okay or not."

   "I was gone all night.  They'll have noticed that.  Besides, even if I
can sort it out, it'll take time.  If I get double-grounded how much do you
think I'll be around?"

   "I...  alright, we'll come up with something.  Later.  Maybe this
afternoon."

   "Or this evening," Anna suggested as she moved her arm across my chest.
"Or tomorrow maybe."

   The rate we were going, it didn't look good for us getting out bed all
day.  I was more than okay with that prospect.  I would have been fine
staying there forever.

   "Forever and ever," I whispered with a smile, recalling Anna's words.

   "What?"

   "Nothing."


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