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 Title: Miss Miller's Summer Vacation


Summary: A young teacher goes on vacation with her brother.   


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot



   Miss Miller's Summer Vacation

   Dinah Miller smiled as entered the last of her students' grades into the
computer.  It had been a long year.  The students had been hard to control,
especially in the last grading period.  Dinah taught math at the local high
school.  She took great pride in her work, and felt that she was very good
at what she did.  In the 6 years that she had been teaching, she had been
given more responsibility each year.  She had started out teaching basic
mathematics, but her obvious mastery of the subject matter, her work ethic,
and the success of her students had inspired the principal of the school to
assign her higher classes to teach.  She now taught Calculus, Trigonometry,
and Advanced Algebra.  She had the best students, academically, in the
school, even though they were not always the best behaved.

   Dinah had great satisfaction with her job.  Her students often came back
after they had graduated and told her how well they were doing in college
mathematics.  This year had its distractions, however.  Several high school
boys had a "crush" on her.  They would write little notes on the papers
they turned in, telling her how pretty she was and other innocent comments.
This year, however, a couple of boys had bordered on being inappropriate.
One had written her letters about how hot he thought she was and how he
loved her breasts and legs.

   Another was even more inappropriate in his comments and had actually
asked her to meet him for sex.  She knew that she should have reported
these students, but she didn't.  In fact, she kept their letters in a
special place at her apartment.  She would get them out and read them
sometimes when she touched herself.  She did nothing to lead these boys on,
though.  Instead, she just ignored them and never responded in any way to
their notes or letters.

   Occasionally one of her students would tell her to her face that she was
pretty, to which she always told them 'thank-you'.  A couple of boys had
commented on her figure and she had immediately told them that their
comments were inappropriate and that they were not to say such things
again, even though their comments excited her a great deal.

   Dinah realized that she was pretty.  She had a good body, but she never
wore clothing that emphasized her assets.  The truth was that she had been
a late bloomer and was considered "boyish" in high school.  She had been a
star basketball player and had little time to think about dating.  She was
also a very diligent student and was considered to be a nerd.  Few boys
paid much attention to her and she wasn't really interested in them.

   Her body developed rapidly after high school.  She was playing college
basketball and, as her breasts suddenly developed, she thought that they
actually hindered her mobility and her jump shot.  Later she realized that
she was only rationalizing the fact that she was just an average college
player, whereas she had been one of the top players in high school.  Boys
and men began to notice her and flirted with her often.  The fact that she
had always been ambivalent about boys, however, left her ill-equipped to
know how to handle their advances.  She had only been on a couple of dates
in high school - and those were with guys who were as nerdy as she was. 
They hadn't even tried to kiss her!

   When she started college and guys flocked around her, asking for a date,
she didn't know how to handle it, so she just automatically turned them
down.  She figured that the right guy would eventually come along, but he
never did.  She became more and more uncomfortable when guys lavished
attention on her.

   So, here she was - 28 years old, a virgin, having never even been
kissed. The more time passed, the worse her fear of dating became.  She
could look in the mirror and know, academically, that she was a desirable
woman.  The number of male admirers who had made all kinds of comments
about her proved that she was attractive.  She was very attracted to men -
extremely so - but she was almost phobic about being alone with one.

   She had resigned herself to a life of spinsterhood.  She had bought
several sex toys online with which to pleasure herself and was quite
satisfied to just please herself instead of developing a sexual
relationship with a man.  As a college student she had broken her own
hymen, quite accidentally, with her first vibrator.  She was upset, at
first.  As time went on, however, and she purchased various kinds of sex
toys with which to stimulate and penetrate herself, she looked back on the
accidental breaking of her hymen as a blessing.  She still preferred a
vibrator to anything else, but she had various types and sizes of dildos.
She had recently purchased a G-spot toy that had given her many fantastic
orgasms.  Sometimes she would use one of these toys for penetration and
another to stimulate her clitoris.  Sometimes, if she was in just the right
mood, she would lubricate one of her dildos, or a vibrator, and insert it
into her ass.  The orgasms that she had when she did that felt different,
but she enjoyed them in the extreme.

   Dinah usually spent at least a month each summer at her parents' home,
some 50 miles from where she lived and taught.  They usually went on
vacation together.  They would visit various National Parks, or go to the
mountains or, her favorite, go to the beach.  Her father, Jerry, had told
her mother, Cindi, and Dinah to choose where they would go that coming
summer.  They had immediately told him that they wanted to go to the beach.

   Dinah had packed the previous evening so that she could head to her
parents' house right after school.  She dropped by her apartment to double
check with the landlord and to change clothes.  She decided she would check
in with her brother, Rob, whom she talked with nearly every day.  She was
hoping that he might be able to get off from work and join them on their
trip to the beach.

   Rob was a year older than Dinah and they had been best friends ever
since they were small children.  Rob had been married several years
previously, but his wife had left him for another man.  Rob had talked to
Dinah nearly every day during that period of his life.  He was heartbroken
and could find no solace anywhere except with his sister.  She had a way of
making him see the light at the end of the tunnel.  They didn't get to see
each other very often, as he lived some 30 miles from their parents' home,
which made him and Dinah some 80 miles apart.

   Dinah was almost 6 feet tall with auburn-red hair and green eyes.  Her
breasts were a very full B-cup, which looked great on her slender body. 
Her skin was naturally pale, but she got a good tan every summer.  She had
freckles over her face and body, but she didn't consider them unattractive
and hardly wore any makeup.  She kept her hair cut to shoulder length and
sometimes wore it in a ponytail, especially if she was dressing casually.
She dressed in tight denim shorts and a HOTLANTA tee-shirt, along with
sandals.  Her legs were, of course, very athletic.  Even after she
graduated from college, and stopped playing basketball, she ran several
times a week and went to the gym on a regular basis.

   She grabbed her cell phone and dialed her brother.

   "Hey, Rob, what's up?" she asked, cheerfully.

   "Hey, Sis!  I was just thinking about you!  Are you finished with
school?"

   "Yes.  I'm just getting ready to drive home.  When can you come over?  I
can't wait to see you!"

   "Well, I think I can come this weekend.  I would have to drive back on
Sunday night, though," he told her.  "We're pretty busy at work. 
Everybody's computer goes down at the same time." Rob was in charge of
keeping the computers running and updated at his job.

   "That would be great!  Hey, I was wondering.  Can you go to the beach
with us?  You haven't gone on vacation with us in, like, two years."

   "Well.  Maybe.  They owe me like 20 days' vacation, I think.  If I can
get caught up and train this new guy to do part of my work...  When?" he
asked.

   "I think the 3rd week of July.  Please say you can!" she begged.

   "Okay, checking my calendar.  Hmmm...  I think that would be okay.  I'll
talk to the boss man today.  You gonna wear a bikini and show that hot
body?" he teased.

   "Shut UP!" she giggled.  "You're not supposed to talk about my hot
body!" She was smiling from ear to ear.  She knew that Rob liked to tease
her and she was more comfortable with him than anybody else.

   "Well, nobody else is talking about it!  Or...Are they?" he laughed.

   "Nobody but my silly students.  Kids these days just say whatever pops
in their perverted little minds," she commented.

   "You think they're perverted because they think you're hot?  I call that
NORMAL.  School boys have always had the hots for their teachers.  There
was even a song back in the 80's..."

   "Yeah, yeah.  I've heard that song.  I assure you that I don't flirt
with them.  Some are pretty good looking though!" she laughed.

   "I used to have a crush on Ms.  Douglas.  Remember her?"

   "Yes.  She was a good looking woman, for sure.  I think all the guys had
eyes for her.  Didn't she get accused of having sex with one of her
students?" she remembered.

   "One?  I heard it was several.  Like a gang bang!" he informed her.

   "You are lying.  I don't believe that at all!" she said, but the image
of the beautiful young teacher, naked, in a room full of young studs,
interjected itself into her mind.

   "Well, I guess it was just rumor, but she was as hot as a
firecracker...and she flirted with a lot of guys.  Not me, of course."

   "If I was her and I was gonna flirt with a student, it woulda been you,
Robbie!" she teased.

   "You're sweet, Sis.  And you're as sexy as Ms.  Douglas, just for the
record.  Hey, I gotta get back to work...  call me, okay?"

   "Bye, Robbie.  I love you!"

   "I love you, Little Sister," he replied.  "Hey, by the way, remember I
told you that they are talking about transferring me?"

   "Yes.  Please don't move farther away!"

   He chuckled.  "Well, nothing's for sure, but they're talking about
moving me to Beacon City." Beacon City was where Dinah lived and taught.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!!  Please, please, please, please!  You can move
in with me!  I have two bedrooms.  And you can pay half of the rent," she
laughed.

   "Well, don't get excited just yet.  They're supposed to let me know any
day, though.  I told them I would prefer to move there than anywhere else.
I gotta go now, Sis.  Love you!"

   Dinah took her clothing back off.  She went to her dresser and,
underneath some clothes in the bottom drawer, reached into her stash of sex
toys.  She chose a phallus-shaped vibrator.  She fluffed up a pillow and
made herself comfortable.  She had not planned on this, but the
conversation with her handsome brother and the image of the sexy teacher
with her students, from a decade earlier, had gotten her juices flowing. 
She imagined her brother with Ms.  Douglas, how eager he would have been.
She imagined the young teacher's sexy body presented to Robbie's view, her
legs spread in welcome.

   Dinah turned the vibrator on and touched it to her sensitive nipples,
then slowly moved it down her flat abdomen toward her nearly-trimmed pussy.
She knew she was wet, already, and her clit was swollen in anticipation of
the delicious waves of pleasure that the vibrator would provide.  She
tentatively touched the vibrator to her clit.  "Ohhh, yessss..." she
groaned.  She needed this more than she had realized.  She applied more
pressure against her swollen, eager clit.  "Fuck!" she moaned.  Dinah
never, ever used such words, except when she masturbated, when the words
sprang from her lips, unbidden.

   Suddenly her image of Ms.  Douglas welcoming Robbie between her legs
transformed into her, Dinah (who, after-all, had a similar body to that of
Mrs.  Douglas), who was laying naked on the bed with Robbie crawling
between her legs.  Dinah normally would not allow such thoughts to dwell in
her mind, but when she masturbated, anything was okay.  Anything that gave
her that wonderful release.  Anything that gave her those intense,
beautiful orgasms that she needed so badly!

   Dinah heaved her hips upward as she continued to stimulate her clit. 
Then she drew the vibrator down toward her opening.  She opened her legs as
wide as she could, her eyes tightly closed.  She imagined Robbie between
her legs as she began to push the 6-inch vibrator into her
hungrily-clasping cunt.  "Ohhhh, Robbie!  I am
cummmmingggggggggggggggggggggg!" she gasped as her orgasm shook her from
head to foot.  She pushed the vibrator deeper, suddenly wishing that she
had used one of her big dildos...her climax continued to grip her
delightfully for several seconds before she began to come down.  "Ohhh,"
she groaned.  "That was so goooood!" She always orgasmed very easily and
could usually have several of them.  As she got eventually got her
breathing back under control, she felt slightly guilty.  It was one thing
to imagine her brother, or someone else, fucking another women, but she
certainly shouldn't imagine him doing anything with his own sister.  That
was just wrong.

   Dinah made sure she included the vibrator and an assortment of other
toys in her luggage.  She was soon on the road toward her parents' house.

   *****

   Jerry and Cindi made their way out to the patio when Dinah drove into
the driveway in her Honda Accord.  They had presented it to her for her
high-school graduation and she swore that she loved it so much that she
would never trade it.  It now had well over 200,000 miles and had never
given any trouble at all.

   Jerry and Cindi had both been teachers but had both retired as soon as
they had completed their 30 years of service.  Although they both loved
education, they agreed that education had been made into a political
football by the government.  Jerry was of the opinion that anything that
was run by the government was, automatically, going to be inefficient. 
Added to that was the fact that children had gotten more disrespectful and
hard to deal with.  It was against the rules to use any form of punishment
that actually worked.  Jerry enjoyed reading, watching sports, and often
contributed opinion pieces to the local newspaper.  He and Cindi both loved
working in the lawn and often went bird-watching.  Cindi was active in
several organizations, including a book-club and a sewing club.  They both
wondered how they had ever had time to teach.

   Dinah hugged her parents and Jerry helped her carry her luggage into her
room.  Cindi had been cleaning all day and the room was spotless.  Dinah
chastised her for spending time cleaning her room, telling her that she was
a grown woman who could clean her own room.  Cindi just smiled.  She was
the mother - she would always treat her offspring as if they were children.

   For the next week, Dinah talked to Rob almost every day.  Some days they
would Facetime so that Jerry and Cindi could join in the conversation, as
well.  The siblings were careful not to tease each other as much when their
parents were listening, however.  They knew that it was all innocent fun,
but their parents might not understand.  Rob had gotten permission to take
off from work and would be accompanying them on their trip to the beach.

   Plans were made to rent a 3 bedroom condo on the beach.  Jerry had a
friend who had a time-share and had arranged for it to be available to
them. They planned to drive the 300-plus miles to the beach on a Saturday
and to return home the following Saturday.  Everyone was extremely excited,
especially since Rob had been unable to accompany them on vacation the
previous year.  They had always been a tight-knit family and thoroughly
enjoyed each other's company.

   Dinah's bedroom was on the opposite end of the house and upstairs from
her parents' bedroom.  She was particularly happy about this because, when
she masturbated, she could hardly control her moans and words of passion.
She was always careful to turn the TV or radio on to mask the sound, just
in case.  Every couple of days her mind would start wandering.  She would
think about some things that her students had said to her or written to
her. She would even think about her very handsome brother who, although she
knew he was teasing, often made remarks about how pretty or even "sexy" she
was.  It was all fantasy, after all, so what did it matter what she thought
about while she masturbated?

   Dinah's favorite thing, if she had plenty of time, was to do a
strip-tease as she watched herself in the mirror, as a precursor of her
masturbation sessions.  As a teenager, she had been skinny and shapeless
and had longed to have a nice shape like most of her friends.  Then, not
long after she graduated from high school, her body suddenly blossomed. 
Her breasts grew, almost overnight.  They sat proudly on her slender body,
with small, pink, conically shaped nipples.  Her hips flared and her legs
became shapelier.  In short, Dinah loved her body.  She had turned men's
heads for around 10 years now.  She knew that men liked looking at her,
especially when she appeared in a bikini at the beach or at a pool party.

   She had no sexual experience, of course, and now was of the opinion that
if she was ever to have sex, it would have to be a very special person. 
She was too old to start having casual, meaningless sex - besides, she had
been brought up to believe that sex was a sacred, special act.  She wasn't
going to give her body to someone that she didn't love.  That was that,
even if she never had sex her whole life.  There were many things more
important than sex.

   A few days before they were to leave for the beach, they received a
phone call from Dinah's cousin, Melvin, informing them that his mother,
Aunt Nancy, Cindi's sister, had suffered a heart attack.  They didn't think
that it was life-threatening, but she had wanted them to know.  Jerry and
Cindi immediately packed and took the hundred-mile trek to the hospital. 
They would be back by the end of the week, hopefully, they told Dinah.

   One night while they were gone, Dinah went to her room and selected a
large dildo and a vibrator from her hidden stash.  Then she did a slow,
sensuous strip-tease in front of the mirror.  She hefted her breasts and
marveled at how perfectly shaped they were.  She tweaked the nipples,
causing them to harden.  She wondered what it would be like for a man to
lick them or suck them.

   Dinah had seen pictures of naked men and had even seen a few videos of
men and women having sex, but her strong morals didn't allow her to do that
often.  She rarely felt guilty when she masturbated, but did have guilt
pangs if she allowed herself to seek out images or videos of a sexual
nature.  She had come across several images of men with rather large cocks
one day, however.  Most of them were black men and she was quite surprised
and entranced by the images.  That inspired her to order a very large, 10
inch, black dildo.  It quickly became her favorite and, while she rarely
allowed herself to seek out images of black men or other well-hung men, she
could still see them as if they were burned into her brain.

   Dinah stretched out on the bed and began to slowly feed the thick black
dildo into her slick pussy.  She was so tight that it was not easy to force
the rubber phallus inside, but it felt good.  When she got a few inches in,
enough to keep her vaginal muscles from pushing it out, she reached for the
vibrator.  She turned it on and, holding the dildo in place with one hand,
began to rub the bullet-shaped vibrator on her nipples, down her stomach
and then lower, along her thighs and up to her pussy.  She very tentatively
touched it to her clit and almost had an orgasm just from the first touch.

   "Fuck!" she groaned.  Then she almost laughed.  It was amusing how she
totally lost control of her words when she was masturbating.  She wasn't
sure that she could be quiet if she had to do so.  She ran the vibrator on
her labia and back up to her clit again as she pushed the rubber dick
deeper inside her.  The dildo was so thick that she couldn't possibly force
the entire thing inside her hot pussy, no matter how turned on or how wet
she was.  She usually got about half of it inside her; sometimes a bit
more. She loved the feeling of the fake cock stretching her.

   By now, she was panting and was ready for her climax.  She placed the
vibrator against her clit as her body began to spasmodically undulate in a
fucking motion.  "Oh fuck it's goooooood!  Robbie!" she screamed as her
orgasm wracked her body.  Unable to tolerate the intense sensations that
the vibrator caused, she tossed it aside as she grabbed the rubber phallus
and fucked it in and out of her saturated pussy until her climax abated. 
'Wow,' she thought.  'That was a good one!  Did I just call out Robbie's
name?' Immediately she was embarrassed and felt guilty.  She had to get her
mind on something else!

   *****

   Robbie arrived the next day, a Friday.  They were scheduled to leave the
following morning for the beach, but their parents had called and said they
might not be back until Saturday evening.  If so, they would just leave on
Sunday morning and would have one less day at the beach.  Aunt Nancy was
recovering quite nicely, but was still in the hospital, and they felt
obliged to stay with her as long as they could.

   Rob and Dinah sat up late watching movies, talking, and eating popcorn.
Dinah couldn't remember the last time she had enjoyed herself as much.  Her
brother was so handsome and he was so funny!  Rob was well over 6 feet tall
with brown hair and brown eyes.  He was slender but had been working out
for several years, so had a nice physique - certainly not that of a
bodybuilder, but he was nicely toned.  Dinah liked the way he looked.  He
wore athletic shorts and a tee shirt.  He was very tan; his arms and legs
looked so good to her!  Rob lay on the couch and Dinah sat in an easy chair
across from him.

   Dinah wore tight denim shorts and a button down shirt.  The top couple
of buttons were unfastened, giving a view of the very top of her cleavage
if she bent over just right.  Rob noticed when she did so and wondered if
she was wearing a bra.  He was amazed at how attractive and desirable that
his little sister had gotten in the last few years.  He hadn't noticed it
much while he was married; he was completely dedicated to his very
attractive wife - but after the divorce, he started noticing attractive,
sexy women.  His sister, he had to admit, was in that category.

   He sometimes wished that she was not his sister.  He had never been more
comfortable around anyone than he was with her.  He felt the need to touch
base with her almost every day, as if she was his best friend.  He realized
that she probably was his best friend, and had always been so.  He had been
heartbroken when his wife had cheated on him and, later, had left him.  He
had been depressed and desperate for someone to talk with.  Dinah had
reached out to him and they often talked for hours.  She patiently listened
to him pouring out his heart, often weeping, as they talked on the phone.
She sometimes cried, too, and he knew that she truly loved him.  He was
lucky to have such a wonderful, understanding sister.

   "So, Dinah, suppose they don't come home tomorrow night," he said, "What
do we do?  Call the vacation off?"

   "I thought of that.  I don't know!  Do we go without them?  They don't
seem to be in a hurry to give us an answer so we can make plans," she told
him.

   "I sure would hate to go with just you!" he said sarcastically.  "I
don't think I could put up with you for a whole week."

   Dinah picked up a throw pillow and, standing up from her chair, crossed
to the couch where he lay, and began to beat him with it.  "Can't put up
with me, huh?" she laughed as he fended off her playful blows.

   He grabbed the pillow and jerked it out of her hands.  She dove for it
as he held it above his head.  She landed on top of him as he reclined on
the couch.  Her face was inches from his.  They both continued to laugh as
she strove to gain access to the pillow that he held just out of her reach.
Rob could feel his sister's ripe body on top of him and thought that he
should push her off of him before his body started having embarrassing
reactions.  She was a good looking woman and he was a man who hadn't had
sex in two years.  His cock was bound to begin to harden, regardless of who
she was.  Suddenly she stopped giggling, her face just inches from his own.

   "I love you," she said, then giggled again.  "I don't know why!"

   Rob glanced at her lips and, on impulse, gave her a brief kiss.  She
looked surprised, then amused.

   "What was that for?" she asked.

   "I...don't know.  I didn't mean...I didn't think," he replied, feeling
his cheeks warming with embarrassment.

   Dinah suddenly realize that their position was not quite appropriate, so
she pushed herself up and stood.  "Well...it was nice.  Thank you!" She
certainly wasn't going to tell him that nobody had ever kissed her lips
before.  How embarrassing would that be?

   "I was kidding, by the way.  I think we would have fun if we had to go
without Mom and Dad.  But I sure hope they can go.  I miss them.  I was
looking forward to spending time with them."

   "I know.  Me too.  I'm going to hit the hay.  I'll see you in the
morning!"

   "Good night, Dinah.  I love you," he smiled.

   Dinah smiled and walked to her bedroom, suddenly realizing that her
panties were wet and her nipples were tingling.

   Rob's bedroom was at the opposite end of the hall from Dinah's.  There
were 2 other bedrooms and a bathroom in between.  The bathroom was the only
one upstairs.  Dinah closed the door to her room and changed for bed.  She
read for a while and, even though she was turned on, tried not to think
about her interaction with her brother.  She was hoping that she could read
and get drowsy enough to fall asleep.  Rob, however, had music blaring.  He
was playing some of their parents' old records from the 60's and 70's.  It
was music that was created to be played loud, but it was keeping her awake.
She decided that she would walk down the hall to bathroom to pee, then she
would walk to his room and ask him to turn the music down.

   As she came out of the bathroom she yelled, "Rob, can you turn that
down?" She didn't get a response, but figured he was just taking his time,
so she went back to her bedroom.

   She lay there for several minutes, but the volume of the music never
decreased.  She tried putting a pillow over her head, but that didn't work.
She sent a text message to him, but never got a response.  She finally
dragged herself out of her bed again, threw a robe on over her nightie, and
made her way down the hall.

   The old house had, long ago, settled.  A few of the doors throughout the
house could not be closed fully because they hit against the door jamb. 
Jerry had repaired some of these doors, but had not gotten around to Rob's
room quite yet.  After all, Rob rarely was at home.

   Rob had pulled his door closed, but it wouldn't fully close, leaving a
tiny opening, just a couple of millimeters.  Dinah made her way toward the
sliver of light, intent on yelling at Rob to turn the music down.  To her
shock, her brother was lying totally naked on his bed, reading the jacket
of an old record, which was obviously playing on the turntable.  His head
and hands were moving to the beat, but they weren't the parts that her eyes
gazed upon.  She had never seen a naked man in person before.  Even though
his penis was totally flaccid, it looked quite long.  His body was lean,
but muscular.

   She pulled her head back, so that he couldn't see her if he glanced at
the door, but continued to stand there and drink in the beauty of her
brother's naked body.  She was shaking with either lust or fear of being
caught - or both.  She couldn't help it.  This could have been anyone.  Her
body was naturally reacting to seeing a naked man for the first time.  It
wasn't because it was her brother.  It wasn't because she loved him...or
was it?  She wondered why his wife had left him.  Did she really find
someone more physically desirable, as smart, as funny, and as kind and good
as her brother?  She suddenly wished that she could find a husband exactly
like her brother.

   She was shocked out of her reverie as Rob, still totally unware of his
sister's presence, stood and began to search through several old record
albums that were in a case beside his bed.  He stood in profile to her and
she could see his penis as it hung down.  She could see his balls, which
looked very large compared to what she had seen on the internet.  She also
noted that the head of his penis hung lower than his balls.  She didn't
know if that was normal, but a spate of lust rushed through her body.  She
suddenly wished that she could touch him, to kiss him, to fondle his penis
and balls...  She very carefully pattered back down the hall to her own
bedroom, and locked the door.

   Dinah quickly removed her nightgown, nightie, and panties and reached
for her favorite bullet-shaped vibrator.  She spread her long legs and
pushed the vibrator inside her desire-slickened pussy as far as she could,
then hit the switch, causing the vibrator to send delicious thrills
throughout her sex-starved body.

   "Fuckkkkkkkk!  Oh Robbie!  Fuck me!" she cried, attempting to keep her
voice down.  "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm!  I'm cumming, Babeeeee!" Her body thrashed as
she stroked the vibrator in and out of her clasping hole.  She quickly
pulled it out and threw it aside as her body heaved in the throes of the
afterglow of her orgasm.  She reflected that she had never had a climax
that quickly in her entire life - nor had she ever been that completely and
utterly aroused.  Yet, already, she was feeling pangs of guilt.  She had
spied on her brother!  Worse than that, she had thought about him while she
masturbated.  Usually she was thinking of someone else, or something else,
when she masturbated and her brother would come, unbidden, into her
thoughts.  That wasn't so bad, but this time she had thought of nothing but
HIM, from beginning to end.  She had imagined fucking her own brother! 
This was awful.  She had to get herself under control.

   *****

   The next morning, Saturday, Jerry called to tell them that they had
decided to stay a few more days.  Aunt Nancy's heart was out of rhythm and
they were not going to try cardioversion for a few more days.  The doctors
were confident that the procedure would be successful and that she could
probably go home the day they did it, but Cindi was reluctant to leave her
sister.  Jerry suggested that the siblings go ahead and go without them and
that, if possible, they might come down at the end of the week.

   Dinah got off the phone and informed her brother what their father had
said.  "Well, what do you think?" she asked.  "Can you put up with me for a
week?"

   "I can try," Rob smiled.  "Are you packed?  I'm ready to roll."

   "I'm close to being ready.  I didn't get much sleep last night.  Your
music was too loud!  What were you doing?" she stated, studying him for any
hint that he might have realized that she had seen him.

   "I got to going through some old records.  Dad and Mom have quite a
collection.  I started playing them.  I guess I never thought about how
loud it was.  I got your text this morning when I took my phone off the
charger.  Sorry!"

   Dinah faked looking exasperated.  "I'm not sure I can tolerate you for a
week.  Get your stuff in the car, then come and get mine.  I'm a girl -
you're the man.  You get to carry my luggage."

   "Oh brother," he said.  "I can see that this is going to be no fun at
all.  You're like a drill sergeant."

   *****

   They loaded Rob's Honda CRV and got on the road by 10 AM.  The trip took
around 7 hours, including a stop for lunch.  Dinah and Rob took turns
driving.  They had great fun talking, telling stories, and singing along
with the radio.  They both got a nap as the other one drove.  As they got
nearer to the beach, the traffic became fairly heavy, but they eventually
arrived at around 6 PM.  They unloaded the car, took their luggage to their
respective rooms, and took off again in search of dinner and then, to the
grocery store to stock up for the week.  One of the great things about a
condo was that they could prepare their own meals.

   Since their parents were not with them, they chose the two rooms that
had a view of the beach.  They were adjacent to each other, with a large
bathroom across the hall.  There was another bathroom at the other end of
the condo, inside the other bedroom.  The condo was on the third floor of
the complex.  A huge swimming pool was immediately below the deck.  Sliding
doors opened from both of their bedrooms onto the deck, which also afforded
a view of the beach and the ocean beyond.  When they got back from dinner,
they put away the groceries that they had purchased and stood on the deck
and could see a few people strolling down the beach, although it was almost
totally dark.

   "I love the smell of that sea air!" Dinah exclaimed.  "Can we go for a
walk?"

   "I'm tired, Sis," Rob whined.

   "I knew it.  I knew it.  You're just going to be a drag all week, aren't
you?" she smiled.

   "You really want to go?" he asked.

   "Yes, I do.  And I don't want to go alone.  Please??"

   "Okay, let me find my Crocs.  Are you wearing shorts?  It will be cold
after the sun sets," he told her.

   "Yes, I'm wearing shorts.  It's the beach!  You can go put on your
winter clothes if you want," she said, sarcastically.

   The siblings walked down that beach and, as Rob had predicted, they soon
became chilled.  Both of them had worn shorts and short-sleeved tee shirts.

   "Brrrrrrr!" I'm cold, Dinah complained.

   "Um..."

   "I know.  Shut up!  You told me so.  Warm me up!" she said as she
snuggled into her brother's chest and put her arms around him.

   Rob put his arms around his sister and pulled her close to him as she
burrowed her face into his chest.  He reflected that anyone seeing them
might assume they were lovers, but he didn't care.  Nobody knew them here.
He thought that the next day, when his pretty sister came to the beach in
her bikini, hundreds of men would be staring at her, lusting for her.  They
might even be jealous that she was his - not realizing that they were only
brother and sister.  Rob smiled at the thought.

   Dinah looked up at her brother's face.  He was so good-looking to her.
She wondered if he was really that handsome to everyone, or if it was just
because he was so familiar to her and that she loved him so much.  It
didn't matter.  She grabbed his hand and they walked back toward the condo,
hand in hand.  Anyone that saw them would assume that they were lovers. 
She was okay with that.

   The next morning Dinah cooked omelets, toast, and coffee.  Rob walked
into the kitchen, dressed only in swim trunks.  Dinah tried not to stare at
him, but it was difficult.  He looked so hot!  She could feel her body
reacting to him and tried to think of something else.

   "Sleep well, Sis?" he asked.

   "Yes," she laughed.  "Much better since I didn't have Deep Purple and
Jimi Hendrix blasting at full volume!"

   "Sorry," he grinned.  "Dad needs to fix that door.  I had it shut as
much as I could.  I never thought about it being that loud all the way down
at your room.  You have to admit that he had good musical tastes back in
the day."

   "Yeah, but some of those records are Mom's.  They both rocked!" They
both laughed.  Their parents were really slowing down and had aged quite a
bit in the last few years.  It was hard to imagine them back in their
youth, rocking out to 60's and 70's rock bands.

   After they finished their breakfast, Rob volunteered to clean up while
Dinah changed.  They were both eager to get to the beach, which was but a
short walk from the condo.  They already had an umbrella and beach chairs
reserved in Jerry's name.

   Dinah appeared a few minutes later.  She was wearing an oversized, loose
tunic that gave no hint as to what she wore beneath.  It was dark green,
with a V-neck, which revealed a tiny bit of cleavage, and came down to a
few inches above her knee.  She had her beach bag, which was stocked with
sunscreen, earplugs, towels, snacks, water, and various other odds-and-ends
that she thought she might want at the beach.  She intended to stay several
hours.

   Rob grabbed his own beach towels and bag, which was similarly stocked.
They set out for the beach and soon arrived at their umbrella.  The
attendant had already set it up.  Rob took their beach chairs and moved
them out from the shade.

   "You want to walk down to the beach?" he asked.

   "Sunscreen first," she reminded him.  "Lay down, I'll get your back."

   Rob stretched out on one of the beach chairs, which he had put into a
flat position.  Dinah sat on the edge and began to squirt sunscreen onto
his back, then started rubbing it in, covering his entire back and
shoulders.  She loved the feel of his warm skin under her hands and reveled
in the opportunity to touch her beautiful, sexy brother.  After she
finished his back, she rubbed the lotion on his muscular legs.  Her hands
rubbed between his legs, but only to the bottoms of his swim trunks, which
came halfway to his knees.  She thought idly that she would love to touch
higher - much higher!

   "Okay, you're done.  You get your own front!" she laughed.

   Rob took the sunscreen bottle and began to rub the lotion on his face,
chest, stomach, and legs.  As he finished, his sister suddenly lifted her
tunic over her head, revealing her lush body, clad in a rather revealing,
though not tiny, bikini.  Its color matched the dark green of the tunic -
they were obviously a set.  He nearly dropped the sunscreen as his Dinah's
curvaceous body was revealed to him.

   "Wow," he gulped.  "You're hot!"

   Dinah could feel her face blush immediately and she suddenly felt
embarrassed, even though she was confident that her body looked nice. 
Still, she had never liked to draw attention to herself.  She didn't
normally wear revealing clothes and, if they were not at the beach where
everyone wore very few clothes, she certainly would not be dressed in a
bikini.

   "Shut up," she whispered, even though nobody was within earshot.  "You
can't say that to your sister!" she chided, even though she loved the
compliment.

   "Why not?  If I can't tell you that you're attractive, who can?  I'm
your brother.  I can be objective.  Of course...if you were ugly I probably
wouldn't say anything," he mused.  "Want me to rub some lotion on you? 
Assume the position!"

   Dinah smiled and lay down on her stomach.  She had to admit that she was
looking forward to feeling his hands on her body.  In years past, her
brother had applied sunscreen to her body and, even though she was very shy
about her body, she had loved how his hands felt on her.  He had never
touched her in any inappropriate way, but she had fantasized about him
doing so.

   Rob liberally applied sunscreen to her back.  Even though she kept a
good tan by going to tanning beds, she was naturally fair complected. 
Freckles, few in number on her face, were thick on her shoulders.  With the
tan, however, they looked sexy.  Rob gazed at his sister's slender body and
shapely ass as he applied sunscreen on her shoulders and back.  He ran his
fingers under the back strap on her bikini top.  He was tempted to untie
it, but didn't want to do anything that might be misconstrued.  As
attractive and sexy as his sister was, he would always treat her like the
lady that she was.  He didn't want her to be uncomfortable with him, ever.

   After covering her back, he moved to her long, shapely legs.  He
slathered them from her dainty feet, up her calves, and then her thighs. 
As he finished, he carefully rubbed the sunscreen all the way to the bottom
of her bikini.  Then he stood.

   His hands felt wonderful on her.  She wished that he would touch her all
day.  She would never tire of the feeling of her brother's strong hands
touching her body.  He was not touching her in any way that was the
slightest bit inappropriate, but still...she was getting wet.  She imagined
him touching her all over, in every place.  She thought about when she had
seen him naked and the rush of lust that had washed over her body.  She
admitted to herself that she loved thinking about him, even in a sexual
way. She really needed to get a boyfriend, fall in love, get married, and
have sex.  In that order.

   "You better get the front, Sis," he told her, without explanation.  The
real reason was that he was getting a hardy erection from touching his
red-haired sister's sexy body.  It felt inappropriate and he didn't want to
dwell on it.  Yes, he had thought of his sister many times and wondered
about her body, but he didn't think it was right.  If he allowed himself to
think that way, he was afraid that he would begin to think of her in an
unwholesome way.  He even feared that he might fall for her in a way that
would not be appropriate for siblings.

   Dinah lowered her sunglasses, squinting up at him.  She had intended to
do the front herself, of course, but she wondered what his comment meant,
exactly.  She took the bottle of sunscreen and soon had slathered it all
over her exposed skin.

   "Walk down to the beach?" she asked as she stood and grabbed his hand.

   "Sure...are we holding hands?" he laughed.  "I'm a big boy, Mommy."

   Dinah threw his hand back at him.  "Fine.  I was trying to be sweet. 
But if you want to be that way..."

   Rob grabbed at her hand.  "I was teasing.  Give me your hand!" She
twisted away from him and, as he continued to reach for her hand, she was
suddenly in his arms, her face mere inches from his.  Rob reached for her
sunglasses and removed them from her face.

   'She is absolutely luscious,' he thought.  'I wish I could kiss her. 
Would that be so bad?'

   Dinah's heart was suddenly racing.  Was he going to kiss her?  Would she
stop him if he did?  She knew she wouldn't, even though everything she had
ever believed told her that it wasn't a good idea.  He was so good looking
and she loved him so much.  She would do anything for him...within reason.

   Rob grasped her hand and stepped back.  He started walking toward the
beach, her hand in his.  He hoped that his erection would go down before
she noticed.

   Dinah smiled as her brother pulled her along and then they settled into
a comfortable stroll as they neared the water's edge.  The surf was
periodically reaching their feet as they walked along.  The sun was very
warm, but not extremely hot yet.  How could anything be any more pleasant
than this?  Her favorite person in the world was holding her hand and
walking along the beach with her!  School was out.  No kids to endure.  No
papers to grade!  She felt total, unfettered, freedom.  A whole week with
her wonderful brother!  Things didn't get better than this!

   Rob was thinking about his ex-wife.  His beautiful Renee.  He had been
head-over-heels in love with her.  They had tried, unsuccessfully, to have
children.  Rob's doctor told him that, because he had a severe case of
Mumps as a child, that he likely could not father children.  After that,
Renee was never the same.  A few months later, she admitted to him that she
was pregnant.  He knew immediately that it was not his.  He offered to
raise the child as his own, but Renee wanted a divorce.  Rob had been
heartbroken.

   Rob remembered walking along the beach, holding hands with Renee, just
as he was now holding hands with his sister.  Renee had been a slender
blonde of medium height, but with great breasts.  She was, at least to Rob,
extremely beautiful.  She was sweet and kind and smart and funny.  He had
adored her.  His family had loved her and her family had loved him.  He
constantly wracked his brain for something that he could have done to have
kept her.  He tried to accept that it was because he couldn't give her a
child.  That just didn't seem fair to him, but what could he do?  Since she
left him, he had hardly dated.  He hadn't had sex.  He rarely - very rarely
- masturbated.  His heart ached for her.

   "Penny for your thoughts, Robbie!" she said, snapping him out of his
reverie.  "You look sad.  What's wrong?  You're on the beach!  With me!"
She let his hand go and twirled around, teasingly before grasping his hand
again and kissing it.

   "I'm sorry." He wiped the tears from his eyes.  "I'll be better."

   "Oh, Robbie, I know you miss her," she whispered as she hugged him to
her.  His near-naked body next to hers felt way better than it should have.
Tingles coursed through her body as her bikini-encased breasts were
flattened against his naked, muscular chest.

   He held her close and, once again, reached to take her sunglasses off so
he could look into her beautiful green eyes.  Why did she have to be his
sister?  She was so lovely, so kind, so gentle...and she loved him as much
as he loved her.  Without thinking he pulled her head toward him and very
quickly and very gently kissed her lips.

   Dinah made no move to disengage, but instead looked deeply into her
brother's eyes.  Her heart raced.  She felt emotions that she had never
felt in her life.  They were confusing.  She moved her face toward him and
gave him another quick peck (though she wanted more) on the lips.

   Dinah stepped back, but took both of Rob's hands and held them.  She
looked down at the ground as they faced each other.  Then she looked in his
face again.  "I love you, Robbie.  I would do anything for you."

   Robbie reached and gently wiped a tear away that was coursing down her
cute, freckled nose.  He swallowed, then told her, "I think you're the most
wonderful person I've ever known.  I mean that."

   Dinah desperately wanted to break the tension.  She suddenly stooped
and, grabbing a handful of sand, threw it at her brother's chest, then
turned and ran.

   Rob stooped and grabbed a handful of sand and chased his sister.  She
was in good shape and was very fast.  He soon realized that he couldn't
catch her.  He stopped and watched as she continued to run down the beach.
He admired her shape and, especially, her magnificent ass.  Even Renee
didn't have an ass that was as shapely as his little sister.  He noticed
several men watching her as she ran.  He smiled, then walked down the
beach, following her.  She stopped and looked back, then turned and walked
back toward their umbrella and beach chairs.

   She was lying in the sun, sunglasses on, paperback novel open, and water
bottle handy when he got to her.  "Hey slow poke!  I win!" she smiled.

   "This time.  I would throw sand on you, but you look too good to mess
up," he told her as he scooted his beach chair over next to hers, then
reached for his own paperback book that he had brought.  Before sitting he
stooped over and kissed her forehead.

   "What was that for?" she grinned.  "Was that my prize for winning?"

   "You could say that.  Or you could say that I just had the urge."

   She raised her sunglasses and peered at him.  "Seems like we've both had
that urge lately, huh?"

   "Yes.  Maybe we should cool it with the lip kissing," he stated,
half-heartedly.

   "Maybe," she replied.  "But what's the harm?  They were just pecks. 
It's not like it's foreplay."

   Robbie laughed.  "What do you know about foreplay?  Is there something I
should know?"

   Dinah felt herself blush, all over.  How embarrassing!  She should watch
what she said.  "Um.  Definitely not.  If you're wondering...  no.  Never.
Not even close." She could feel her face burning, not from the sun, but
from her deep blush.  Why had she told him this?

   "Don't be embarrassed, Sis," he told her.  "I think you're very wise.  I
do wonder, though, why guys are not in line to ask you out.  You are very,
very beautiful - and it's not just physical.  You're beautiful through and
through."

   "I get plenty of offers for dates.  I'm just picky.  I'm 28 years old.
Nobody paid any attention to me back when I was a girl.  I was flat as a
board and a ballplayer - more interested in hoops than boys.  Now, I'm not
going out with just anyone.  He has to meet certain...criteria," she
giggled.

   "Okay," he smiled.  "I'm interested.  What are the criteria?  Can I
guess?"

   "Sure.  Go ahead and guess.  I like games," she smiled.

   "One.  He has to be a man of integrity.  Church goer.  Honest. 
Kind...," he stated.  "How am I doing?"

   "Correct so far.  More or less.  What else?"

   "Let's see.  You aren't shallow, so I know that looks aren't high on the
list, but he has to be in reasonably good shape, right?"

   "Oh yeah, definitely," she grinned.  "I don't care about handsome,
necessarily.  But I take care of myself.  I don't want to be with a slob!"

   "Yes, Little Sister.  You obviously do take care of yourself.  You're
the hottest girl on the beach, in case you haven't noticed," Rob smiled.

   "Robbie, stop it!  You embarrass me.  You're not supposed to say stuff
like that to your sister...even if you think it," she smiled.

   "Well, let the record show that I do, indeed, think it.  I don't mean to
embarrass you, though.  But nobody knows but us, right?  Nobody has to know
what we say to each other, right?  Nobody is gonna know that we - gasp!  -
kissed each other on the - gasp!  - lips, right?" he teased her.

   "No, indeed.  Nobody will know that.  Now...  let's continue our
game...what else do you think I want in a man?"

   "Okay...let's see.  Smart.  Definitely smart.  It's not good to have an
intelligent woman with an unintelligent man.  And...gotta be a Republican.
That should have been number one, right?" he laughed.

   "Well, he doesn't have to be a Republican, per se.  He just can't be a
Democrat.  I'm not attracted to retards or people who hate our country!"
she replied.  "My first question is, 'List the accomplishments of Barrack
Obama'.  Of course, there are none, but a Democrat will say, the Affordable
Care Act...which should have been called the UNAFFORDABLE Care Act, and
which has ruined the healthcare system in this country..." her voice was
rising.

   Robbie was laughing.  He knew that his sister was passionate about
politics.  He agreed with her, for the most part, but he often took the
opportunity to tease her to get her on a rant.  "Okay, okay.  I get it. 
Anything else?  Is there anything we left out?  Any other qualifications
for a man to date my little sister?"

   "Well.  If he's anything like my big brother, I'll go out with him in a
heartbeat...unless he's a Democrat!" she laughed.

   The siblings stayed for several hours, alternately teasing each other,
talking, and reading.  They moved under the shade of the umbrella to keep
from getting a sunburn.  At one point they walked down to the water and
waded out into the ocean until a large wave hit them and swept them both
off their feet.

   Upon returning, they agreed that it was time to go eat and, perhaps,
take a nap.  They could come back later and walk along the beach if they
wanted.  They hadn't decided if they would go to a nice restaurant that
evening or prepare something in the condo.

   *****

   That afternoon, after a nap, Robbie peeked into his sister's room to see
if she was asleep.  She was propped up in bed reading.  She was dressed in
tight denim shorts and a bikini top.  She looked amazing to him.

   "Hey, you awake?" he asked as he jumped on the bed next to her.  He was
dressed in only swim trunks.  "What are you reading, anyway?"

   "It's a murder mystery called, 'In the Woods', by Tana French.  It's set
in Ireland.  It's hard to get through the lingo, but it's fascinating!  You
should read it!" she told him, excitedly.

   "Sounds good.  Hey, if we go into town I need to go to a Walmart.  I
kinda forgot something."

   "Oooh.  That sounds mysterious.  What did you forget?  You can tell me!"
she laughed.

   "Underwear.  I didn't bring a single pair of undershorts from home. 
I've been going...commando," he told her, sounding slightly embarrassed.

   Dinah snorted; then she laughed out loud, a real belly laugh.  Then she
suddenly understood why he was naked when she peeked in his room when she
was intending to tell him to turn the volume down.

   "It's not that funny, Little Sister.  I know guys that wouldn't care,
but I just don't feel right without them."

   "Well, we wouldn't want your...goodies...getting loose, would we?" She
laughed again.

   "Well, I could just walk around in the buff.  You know I normally wear
boxer shorts around the house at night.  I can just wear swim trunks, but
they're not as comfortable," he told her.

   "Yeah, yeah.  I know about you and your boxer shorts.  Mom used to get
onto you all the time about it," she giggled.

   "I never thought anything of it.  Are they too revealing?" he asked her
seriously.

   "Wow.  I...no, I guess not.  I mean, I never saw anything.  I just
thought you might be really...small?" At this she broke into great peals of
laughter, yet again.

   "That's not funny," Robbie told her, trying to sound serious.  "You
shouldn't make fun of a man's small...goodies!" At this, he broke into
laughter, along with his sister.

   When Dinah finally could talk without laughing, she looked at her
brother, who was lying next to her on the bed.  He was still giggling. 
"So, Big Brother...I don't know how to ask this, but is it really...small?"
She laughed, nervously.  She was teasing, but she did want to know what he
would say.  From what she had seen, she thought it was quite large.

   "Shall I show you?" he challenged.

   "No!  Robbie!  No!  Don't you dare!" she yelled.

   "I am teasing, Sis.  Relax.  To answer your question, it isn't small,
nor is it big.  It's just right!" he smiled.

   Dinah felt her face grow warm and knew she was blushing.  Her face
wasn't the only body part that was growing warm.  Why and how did she get
in a conversation with her brother about his genitals?  She really needed
to watch herself.

   "I think we should change the subject," she suggested.

   Robbie gazed at his sister's body.  Her stomach was flat, her breasts
jutted upward and were pushed up by her bikini top.  Her cleavage, in this
position, looked magnificent.  He felt his cock stir in his swim trunks. 
Her ass was so perfectly encased in those tiny denim shorts.  He wondered
what it would be like to peel them off of her.  He thought back at some of
the things he had done with Renee - things that she had loved - and
wondered how his sister would react to those things.  He knew that she had
absolutely no experience with sex.  He needed to stop thinking about that.
Then there was her face.  She was absolutely gorgeous, by any standard. 
Her red hair and green eyes complimented each other perfectly.  Her lips
were full and kissable.  Her nose was small, and flecked with freckles as
were her cheeks and forehead.  Her beauty was almost breathtaking to him.

   "Robbie, you're off in the Twilight Zone again!  What are you thinking
about?  Renee?  Want to talk about it?" she offered.

   He smiled.  "No, not this time.  I don't think you want to know," he
teased.

   "Yes I do," she countered.  "I want to know.  Tell me.  Remember, nobody
is ever gonna know what we tell each other...or anything else," she said
mysteriously.

   Robbie reached and ran his hand absently across her stomach.  He
suddenly realized what he was doing and quickly drew it back.  "Sorry..."

   Dinah reached for his hand.  "It's okay.  It feels good," she told him.
"Now tell me what you were thinking about."

   "You."

   "Me?  What about me?" she urged, as he continued to stroke her bare
stomach.  It really felt too good.  Maybe she should stop him.

   "Honestly?  No repercussions?"

   "Of course not.  Tell me!" she laughed.

   "Okay.  You asked for it...I was thinking that you may be the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen - including Renee.  I hope that doesn't
embarrass or offend you," he told her as he gazed into her eyes.

   "Wow.  I mean...," she swallowed as she gazed at him.  She longed to
kiss him - to hold him and kiss him - for hours.  "I don't know what to
say, but that means more to me than you can possibly know," she told him as
her eyes teared.

   Robbie reached for her and she eagerly came to him.  Her arms encircled
him as her lips sought out his mouth.  They kissed - not a sensuous tongue
kiss, but a passionate kiss, nonetheless.  Robbie stroked her back and his
hand found the back tie of her bikini.  He played with it, desperately
wanting to untie it and reveal his sister's luscious breasts.

   Dinah broke the kiss and gasped for air.  She kissed his ear and
whispered, "Please don't, Robbie.  Please don't.  I...want you to...  but
please don't..."

   Robbie broke the embrace and pushed himself up to a standing position.
His cock was achingly hard and he knew that it was tenting his swim trunks.
"I'm sorry, Dinah.  I just got carried away.  Please don't be mad?"

   Dinah noticed that the material of his swim trunks were protruding
outward.  He had an erection!  For her!  Her sweet brother was aroused for
HER.  She felt a bolt of lust run through her body and knew that her
panties were saturated with her own juices.  She couldn't believe it! 
Their bodies were preparing themselves for sexual intercourse.  Their
bodies didn't care if they were siblings!  Their bodies wanted sex.  Their
bodies wanted to mate, to breed, to produce children, if possible.  She had
never in her life wanted anything so badly.  She knew that this was nothing
but pure lust.  Her body demanded sex.  She had to get her mind off of
this. She could masturbate later.  Yes - she would even allow herself to
think of her brother.  She would imagine them having sex as she brought
herself to several earth-shattering orgasms!

   Dinah gasped.  "I'm...not mad!  How could I be mad?  Everything's
okay...right?"

   "I'm going to take a shower.  Do you want to go out to eat?  I can cook.
I don't mind," he told her.

   "Okay, let's stay in and watch TV.  I'll help you cook," she told him.
He turned and left the room.

   Dinah jumped up and quickly changed clothes.  Her panties and even her
denim shorts were saturated.  She was tempted to masturbate as her pussy
was throbbing with need, but decided that she would wait until after she
went to bed so she would have as much time as she wanted.  She took her
nightgown to the other end of the condo and took a quick shower, then
returned to her room and locked the door.

   She considered what she should wear, since they were staying home.  She
was convinced, now, that her brother was aroused by her body.  She should
wear something conservative, shouldn't she?  She searched through her
clothes and couldn't find anything that was comfortable, casual, and that
was as "frumpy" as she wanted.  She ended up slipping a long tee shirt on.
It came almost to her knees.  Should she wear a bra?  No way.  That
wouldn't be comfortable.  She was on vacation.  She pulled a pair of bikini
panties on, then stood in front of the mirror.  She decided that she didn't
look overtly sexy.  It would have to do.

   *****

   Rob grilled hamburgers downstairs on one of the grills that was provided
for condo guests.  Dinah microwave baked some potatoes and made a salad. 
They sat on the deck, overlooking the pool and the ocean in the distance,
as they ate.

   Both siblings were Atlanta Braves fans who, in the summer, they played
almost every night.  Rob found the game and they both settled on the sofa
to watch.  After a few innings, Dinah felt drowsy.  She lay a pillow in
Rob's lap and then lay her head on it and was soon asleep.

   Rob allowed himself to gaze at her lovely face, and to consider how much
he cared for her.  He has always been extremely fond of her, but after his
divorce he had come to love his sister in a deeper way.  She allowed him to
complain and talk to her for hours on end.  He figured that she probably
put the phone on speaker and went to sleep at times, but he could never
detect that for sure.  She was genuinely worried about him.  She texted him
several times a day and tried to keep his spirits up.  She sent him funny
pictures and memes.  She sometimes called him just to tell him a joke.  At
some point, he now realized, she no longer seemed like "just a sister" to
him.  He loved her.  It was more than sibling love, but he wouldn't allow
himself to think of it as "romantic".  He knew that was wrong and that it
was dangerous.

   Now he wondered.  Was he in love with her?  His feelings for her were
deep.  He couldn't keep his eyes off of her - and it was more than her
astounding beauty - it was much more.  She represented something to him
that was much more important than anything physical.  He couldn't decide
what to call it, but he did know that he longed for her.  He had not
planned their earlier embrace and passionate kisses, but he knew that was
exactly what he wanted.  He wanted more of that.  Her lips were delicious
and her body was amazing.  Her barely-covered curves pressed against him,
eagerly and willingly, was almost more than he could bear.  His erection
had been evidence of how much he desired her.  He knew he should not think
of his sister in those terms, and it was unthinkable that they have sex,
but perhaps...just perhaps...there could be a compromise?  Just
occasionally?  Would she allow him to hold her for a minute?  To kiss those
sweet lips for just a moment?  When he told her that he loved her, would
she really understand?  Would she know what he meant?  Did he dare wonder
if she felt that way toward him?

   His eyes traveled down her body.  The fabric was pulled tightly against
her chest and he could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra.  He had been
looking at her breasts all day - or the greater portion of them as her
bikini top pushed them up and presented them to his appreciative gaze, and
that of every other male on the beach.  He didn't know if she noticed, but
he certainly noticed men unabashedly staring at her lush body.  He didn't
blame them and actually chuckled to himself that they probably thought that
he was her boyfriend or husband.  Now he could see the shape of her breasts
and thought he could even make out a nipple where the material was drawn
tight.  What would it be like to suck and lick her nipples?  How would she
react?

   He noticed that the tee shirt and ridden up her long, supple legs and
was barely covering her crotch.  He suddenly wondered if she was wearing
panties.  He was confident that she was, but his curiosity was piqued.  He
carefully grasped the hem of the tee shirt and slowly, very slowly, very
carefully, lifted it.  When he had lifted it up as far as he could, he
pulled it back toward him.  Her panty-clad ass came into view.  She was
wearing tiny white bikini panties and they were so ultra-tight that he
could imagine exactly what her naked ass must look like.  It was perfect!
He had never seen a better shaped bottom on a woman in his life - not even
his delectable little Renee.  He wished that she were turned over slightly,
so he could get a view of her crotch.  As tight as these panties were, he
could probably see the outline of her labia.  His cock was hardening again
and he hoped it wouldn't awaken her.  He knew it was wrong, but he was
enjoying gazing at his sister's sexy body.

   Dinah stirred, so Rob quickly dropped the hem of her tee shirt.  When it
fell, however, he could still see the very bottoms of her panties.  He
realized that he had an erection and was glad that Dinah had placed a
pillow in his lap.

   Dinah yawned and smiled as she looked up into his face.  He was stroking
her hair.  "How long was I asleep?" she asked.

   "Oh, I don't know.  Half an hour?  Go back to sleep if you want.  I'm
fine," he answered.

   "You're so sweet to me.  I love being here with you.  I don't ever want
it to end.  I mean..."

   "I love being with you, too.  I hate that Mom and Dad didn't get to
come, but I really do love just having you to myself.  By the way, I got a
text from Mom.  She says that they are heading home tomorrow, but they're
not going to try to come down here."

   "Awww...I hate that they're not getting to come.  But we'll make the
best of it, huh?" she said as she sat up.  She pulled at her tee shirt when
she noticed that her panties were exposed.  "Have you been looking at my
butt?" she teased.

   "Your old stinky butt was right there in my face.  What was I supposed
to do?  Besides, your bikini doesn't cover any more than those
underwear..." he laughed.

   "Those underwear?  You mean my panties?  Yes, a bikini covers more.  At
least mine does.  It's different material."

   "Can I feel?" he asked as he pretended to reach for her bottom.

   She slapped his hand away, playfully.  "Keep your paws off my stinky
butt, you butt!"

   "Actually, I bet your sweet little butt doesn't even stink," he
commented.

   "Oh, now it's sweet and little?"

   "Everything about you is sweet," he told her.

   "This is why I keep you around.  Compliments.  I'll try to think of
something nice to say about you.  Hey, what's the score?"

   *****

   The next day found the siblings at the beach again.  They, once again,
went through the ritual of rubbing sunscreen on each other.  When Robbie
rubbed his sister's legs, he allowed his fingers to touch the elastic of
her bikini bottom, as it was stretched tightly across her incomparable ass.
He was finished, having rubbed the lotion over her back and long legs but
he was reluctant to take his hands off of her luscious body.  He suddenly
leaned forward and, as if it were a signal that he was through, he lightly
kissed her bottom right below the elastic of her bikini.  Then he gave her
a firm spank and then stood up.

   "Robbie!  What did you just do?  Did you spank me?  Keep your hands off
the firm!" she laughed.

   "I kissed it, too.  Is that okay?"

   "No!" She smiled, then said, "Let's go walk on the beach.  Can we hold
hands again?"

   As they walked along she remembered their kisses from the previous day.
She had felt comfortable with the tiny pecks, even on her lips, but then it
had almost gotten out of hand.  They had kissed with passion.  She had
never been kissed before, but she couldn't get it off of her mind.  Was it
because it was new to her, or was it because she was so attracted to her
own brother?  She knew that she had to control herself, but she feared that
her body was betraying her.  She loved the simple act of holding his hand.
She loved the feel of his body as she rubbed sunscreen on him.  She had
gotten very aroused when he did the same for her - then he had kissed her
bottom - and whacked it!  She knew he was just playing, but still...it
seemed that things were accelerating.  She had to find a way to put the
brakes on.  It was undeniable that she had feelings for him that were far
beyond what a sister should feel for her brother, and she thought that he
might feel the same toward her.  They were alone for a week in a condo, on
the beach, where they were barely clothed.  It was a dangerous and volatile
situation.

   They walked for half an hour before heading back to their beach chairs.
They held hands the entire time, but barely talked, as both were lost in
their own thoughts.  She was thinking about him and he was thinking about
her.

   After reading awhile in the sun, they pulled their beach chairs into the
shade.  "Okay, Brother Dear, truth or dare?" This had been a game that they
often played as teenagers.

   "Wow.  I haven't played that in a long time.  I guess I'll take truth."

   "How many women have you dated since your divorce?" she asked.  "Is that
off limits?"

   "Nothing is off limits now, right?" he laughed.  "We are adults now."

   "Well, all the more reason..." she replied.

   "I've been out with two women.  One I went out with 3 times.  My
turn...truth or dare?"

   "Truth.  I'm scared to ever say dare!" she giggled.

   "How many guys have you kissed?  Just ballpark."

   "Robbie!  That's not a fair question."

   "Why isn't it?" he asked.

   "You know everything I've ever done.  You know I have never even dated
except a couple of nerds in high school.  When do you think I've done all
this kissing?"

   "I only asked because...well this is embarrassing...because you seem to
be very good at it."

   Dinah felt her face flush.  "Shut up!" she said angrily.

   "Dinah?  I didn't mean to make you angry.  Come on...Sis...I was paying
you a compliment.  Okay?"

   She sighed.  "I'm just very embarrassed that I am 28 years old and I've
never...I can't even say it.  I am not mad, though."

   "I know what you've told me, Dinah.  You don't want a loser.  We talked
about all this last night...I didn't mean to hit a sore spot.  I love you.
I'm jealous of whomever you finally choose as your husband."

   "You aren't supposed to say stuff like that, Robbie!  We're not supposed
to be kissing!  We're not supposed to be flirting with each other!  We've
got to...I don't know!" Suddenly she started crying and Robbie quickly got
up and sat on down on her chair, taking her in his arms.  "Robbie," she
sniffled, "You aren't supposed to be holding me like this!" She put her
arms around him, desperately holding him close to her.

   Eventually Robbie broke the embrace and sat back to look at his sister.
She was wiping her eyes and was managing a smile.

   "One," she said.

   "What?  One what?" he asked, perplexed.

   "One guy.  I've kissed one guy."

   "Oh!  Dare I ask who?"

   "You big dummy.  You!  Have you forgotten that already?"

   "Oh!  I didn't know that counted.  Sorry...I mean, I'm not sorry..."

   "Oh it counts!  Maybe not to you, but it counts to me!" she told him,
smiling.

   He reached for her hand.  "You know it counts for me, Dinah.  You know I
love you...I love you...I'm in love with you," he managed as he looked down
at the ground, took his hand from hers and rubbed his hair.

   Dinah was silent for a moment.  "I know," she replied.

   He looked up.  Her lovely red hair was caught in the breeze and was
whipping across her face.  She had removed her sunglasses and he could see
her sparkling green eyes.  For him, nobody else existed.  This woman was
his universe now.  He couldn't imagine feeling this way about another
woman. He was quite sure that he had never even felt this way about Renee.

   "What?" he managed.  "What do you mean?" His heart was beating out of
his chest.

   "I know how you feel about me.  I'm in love with you, too.  And you've
known that for a long time, haven't you?" She challenged him with her eyes.

   "Dinah.  There are some things that people should just never say to each
other.  Even if it's the truth.  I just couldn't hold it in any longer."

   She wiped a tear away, then grasped his hand again.  "It's not a secret
any longer.  Right or wrong.  I guess it's kinda like an addict.  You can't
move on until you admit the truth.  Right?"

   "I don't know, Dinah," he sighed.  "I just know that I think about you
all the time.  I imagine...," he hesitated.  "I imagine all kinds of things
that I should not imagine about my sister...Dinah, I don't want to ruin our
relationship!"

   "I am the same way, Rob.  Just because I've never...you know...that
doesn't mean I don't have a very fertile imagination!  Besides, some of the
letters that my students write to me...they have such great ideas!" she
laughed.

   Rob laughed.  "Okay, enough serious talk.  We have that out in the open.
Now...go fix me a sammich.  I am starved."

   "I'll gladly fix you a sandwich, but not because you order me to.  I'll
do it because I love you!" she laughed as she stood and began to gather her
things to go back to the condo.

   *****

   They decided that they would nap that afternoon and then go into town
for a nice dinner that evening.

   Dinah wore a white, button down, sleeveless blouse with a short,
straight, green skirt.  She chose small, gold, hoop earrings and a tiny
gold chain around her neck.  Her legs were brown and the short length of
the skirt made them look like they went on forever.  Robbie wore a white
Oxford shirt and tan shorts.  His naturally handsome face and warm smile
would certainly turn the head of every female that they encountered.

   "Wow, Sis, you look amazing!" he told her as she twirled for him,
savoring his compliments.  "I hope every guy in the restaurant is jealous,
because tonight, you're mine!"

   "Oh, is that so?" she giggled.  "You look pretty amazing yourself, Big
Brother.  I'm happy to be your girl...woman...tonight!"

   They went to a seafood restaurant for which Robbie had made a
reservation earlier in the afternoon.  It was extremely expensive, but he
didn't care.  His sister was worth every penny of it.  Just being with her,
pretending that they were a couple, was worth anything that he had to pay.

   The food was excellent.  Dinah gorged herself on crab legs and oysters
and various other seafood items that they normally didn't eat back home. 
She even ordered a glass of wine and persuaded her brother to do the same.

   As they ate and drank and laughed and talked, they both noticed other
people glancing -sometimes staring at them.  Particularly Dinah.  He red
hair and gold hoops caught the candlelight.  Her green eyes sparkled with
happiness.  She knew that men were staring at her.  She felt beautiful and
she felt loved.  She couldn't remember ever having been so happy in her
life.

   Dinah ordered two more glasses of wine, but Robbie said that one was
enough for him.  After all, he was driving.  By the time they left, she
felt slightly tipsy.  It felt good.  She had been tipsy very few times in
her life.

   When they arrived at the car, Robbie opened her door for her and, as she
started to get in, she put her hand to his face and pulled him toward her,
kissing his lips briefly.

   Robbie looked carefully into her face, wondering if she was drunk.

   "I'm not that tipsy, Brother Dear.  I just wanted to kiss the man I
love," she said, but she was giggling a bit more than usual.

   Upon arriving home, Robbie went to his room to change.  They had stopped
at Walmart long enough for him to run in and purchase some boxers.  It had
been his habit to wear them around the house ever since he was a teenager.
After all, they covered as much as shorts and were way more comfortable -
unless he happened to get an erection.  That was harder to hide in boxers
than in regular shorts.  He put on a new pair of boxers - navy blue - and
went out to the living room to see if the ballgame was still on.

   After he had watched an inning or so he wondered why Dinah hadn't come
out to watch with him.  She had not seemed tipsy by the time they got home,
but maybe she took a nap.  He didn't think that 3 glasses of wine would
make her sick, but with all the seafood she had eaten, it may have...

   He got up and went to her room.  The door was open and the bedside light
was on.  "Dinah?" he asked as he entered.  "You okay?"

   Dinah was laying under the covers, as if she were going to sleep.  "I'm
fine.  I was just drowsy.  I was gonna come out in a few.  Did you miss
me?" she teased.

   "Yes, of course I missed you.  I put my new drawers on for you," he
grinned as he posed.

   Dinah laughed.  "Yeah, I like 'em.  They don't show your butt off like
those swim trunks, though."

   "Wait.  You've been checking out my butt?  How dare you!" he mocked.

   "You checked mine out.  You kissed it, you pervert.  Time about is fair
play!"

   "It didn't taste good, though.  Sunscreen all over it.  Can I try it
again, with no sunscreen?"

   "Don't you dare!" she giggled.  "My butt is off limits to you!"

   "Oh that's a shame.  It's such a nice little butt, too.  Very sexy. 
Well, are you coming out or not?  My feet are cold.  I'm going to grab some
socks and finish the game."

   Dinah held the covers up.  "Get under the covers.  I'll warm your feet
up.  Wait.  Have you washed them?  I do hate nasty feet."

   Robbie eagerly got under the covers with his sister, noting that she was
wearing some kind of a nightie and that he could see her long legs all the
way up nearly to her crotch.  After he got in, he moved his feet to touch
her legs.

   "Shit!" she began laughing.  "I'm sorry.  Your feet are cold!" She
reached down and found one of his feet with her hands and began to rub it.

   "Now that's love right there.  Nobody has ever warmed my feet for me
since I was a little boy," he remarked.

   "Well?  I told you I love you.  That's old news.  Give me the other
one," she said as she searched for his other foot.

   "That one's not warm yet!" he whined.

   "I've got an idea," she said.  She flipped over and then reached down
and pulled the hem of her nightie until her panties and back were exposed.
"Put your feet on my back.  That will warm them up."

   Robbie's feet were not that cold, but when he saw his sister's tiny
white panties revealed, along with her bare, sexy back, he contorted
himself so that both of his feet could rest on her warm back.

   "That's cold, Robbie.  How did your feet get so cold?  That actually
feels pretty good on my back."

   "My feet often get cold when I feel warm, otherwise.  Plus, all the air
conditioner vents are on the baseboards.  When I was standing here talking
to you, the air was blowing directly on my feet."

   "Oh, poor baby.  Sis is here, now.  She will take care of you!" she
said, more sexily than she intended.

   Robbie moved his feet down, off her back, and scooted next to his
sister, whose nightie was still in the same position.  He reached around
her and pulled himself against her.  Her warm body was now against his
stomach and chest.  His hand was on her bare stomach.  He was careful to
keep his crotch back, away from her perfectly desirable little bottom.

   "Robbie," she whispered.  "Robbie, what are you doing?  We should
not..."

   "Shhh...please...just let me hold you.  Just for a few minutes. 
Please?" he begged.

   Dinah managed to flip over toward him.  Gazing in his eyes, she said,
"Robbie, this is way over the line.  No matter how much..."

   Suddenly he pulled her to him and they were kissing.  She moaned as she
snaked her arm around him and pulled him closer to her.

   She realized that they were nearly naked.  Her nightie barely covered
anything, especially since it was pulled up, exposing her panties.  Her
breasts were covered, but the material was very sheer.  As she pulled her
brother to her she could feel her breasts flatten against his muscular
chest.  She knew that her nipples were so aroused that he could probably
feel them digging into his chest, even through the diaphanous material.

   He kissed her hungrily.  He could feel her firm breasts against his
chest and thought he could actually feel her nipples.  He was gratified
that she was pulling him toward her and eagerly kissing him.  He felt his
erection throbbing.  He couldn't remember his cock hardening to full mast
so quickly, but then he had never been in bed with such a sensuous woman in
his life.  Renee, he now realized, was a distant second behind this goddess
- his wonderful sister.

   Suddenly he realized that Dinah was licking his lips.  He opened his
mouth and she tentatively inserted her tongue between his teeth.  He
suckled her tongue as she pushed it farther into his mouth.  He felt her
moving and she was suddenly on top of him, straddled him.  She was sitting
flush on his enraged cock.  He realized that the only thing that separated
his cock from his sister's pussy was her tiny panties and his very thin
boxer shorts.  She suddenly broke the kiss and put both of her hands on the
sides of his face.  He saw pure love in her eyes.  She adored him.  She
held his face as she leaned forward and kissed him again.  This time he
thrust his tongue into her mouth, eliciting a groan from her as she began
sucking his oral digit.

   Dinah could feel her brother's erection beneath her.  She was almost
totally ignorant of how a man's equipment worked, but she knew what an
erection was and she knew that her brother was as sexually aroused as she
was.  She alternately sucked his tongue, then allowed him to suck hers. 
She felt that she might have an orgasm from just this...plus the fact that
her brother's erection was mashed against her throbbing pussy.  She didn't
try to move away, though.  Instead, she pushed her crotch downward so that
his hard cock could stimulate her even more.

   Suddenly he broke the kiss.  "Dinah," he gasped.  "What are we doing? 
Are you...drunk?"

   "No, I'm not the least bit drunk.  Don't blame this on that!  I know
what I'm doing.  Do you?"

   "I'm just trying to figure out what the line is...where is this going?"
he gasped.

   Dinah lifted her nightie above her head and threw it off, revealing her
bountiful, perfectly-shaped breasts to her brother.  Nobody had ever seen
her like this and she felt a rush as she revealed her body to her brother.
She grasped them and hefted them, proudly showing them to her brother's
appreciative gaze.

   "Dinah...you're so beautiful," he gasped.  Her sheer, unfettered beauty
brought tears to his eyes.  "I love you so much, Baby," he whispered,
realizing that he had never called anyone by that particular pet name - not
even Renee.

   "Am I your Baby, now?" she whispered.  "Am I your woman?" she hesitated
as she gazed into his eyes.  She had never felt such emotions in her life.
"Will you make love to me?  Please?" She felt tears spring to her own eyes
as she leaned over and tenderly kissed her beautiful brother.

   "Dinah!  Baby?  Are you serious?...don't tease about this, please.  I
want you!  I've never wanted a woman like I want you!" he told her.

   Dinah carefully got off of her brother and out of bed.  She pulled at
the elastic of her panties and allowed them to fall to the floor.  She
stood totally naked and unashamed before her brother.  She knew that he
loved her and she knew that he loved everything about her body.  She was
going to present her body to him to do with as he pleased.  And she knew
that it would be good for both of them.  She knew that she would love it.
Would she regret it?  Maybe, but that was not a concern at this moment.

   Her body was astounding.  Robbie had always been of the opinion that
most women, even great beauties, looked better with skimpy clothes on,
rather than totally naked.  Even Renee, as beautiful as she was.  Not
Dinah. Her nakedness was stunning.  Her full breasts and flaring hips were
in perfect contrast to her tiny waist.  Her pussy was neatly trimmed.  The
labia were hairless and he could see that the moisture sparkling in her
slit.  She had a "landing strip" above her swollen clitoris.  It looked to
be the same auburn red as the hair on her head.  She was tanned from head
to foot except for the areas that her bikini had covered.  His cock
lurched, enraged with lust.

   "You're the sexiest, most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, Baby," he
gulped.

   She smiled.  "I like you calling me that." She crawled onto the bed, her
B-cup breasts bouncing enticingly.  She pulled the remaining covers off of
him.  "My turn...this isn't fair!" she pouted.

   Robbie pushed his boxers down and off.  His 8-inch, fully engorged cock
sprang into view.  The head was swollen, the size and shape of a large
strawberry.  It was purple and pre-cum had seemed out, moistening his
entire glans.

   At the first sight of her brother's hardened penis, she gasped.  She
never expected it to look this large when it became erect.  It had looked
rather large when she saw it before, but it looked many times larger now.
Though she had never seen a naked man in person, and had seen but a few
erections on the internet, she was still amazed at how it looked.  Even
though she had never had sex, she had used dildos that were as large as her
brother.  She reasoned that, since he was as hard as steel, it might be
harder to get him inside her, and might even be a little painful, but a
bolt of pure lust coursed through her body.  She thought that this must be
a natural, biological, reaction when a female encountered a male who was
ready to breed.  She could feel more moisture lubricating her pussy.  Her
body was certainly reacting to this magnificent male - this beautiful man -
her brother!

   She sat on the bed and gazed at it.  "I...I had no idea," she told him.
"I've never seen one..." She looked into his eyes.  "I'm a little scared,
Rob," she whispered.

   "Dinah, we don't have to do this...," he stammered.

   She lay down beside him and lay her hand on his cheek as she looked into
his eyes.  "Do you like my body, Rob?" she whispered, barely audible.

   "You know I do, Baby..."

   "Oooh, there's that word, again!" she smiled.  "This body is no
accident, Rob.  I have worked out for years.  Did you know that?  Did you
know that I go to the gym and go running several times a week?  I HATE
running!"

   "Yes.  I knew you worked out, and it has paid off!  You're amazing!" he
said as his eyes drank in her beauty.

   "Do you know that every step I ran, every pushup I did, every sit-up,
every arm-curl...I did them, every one of them, for this moment," she told
him.

   "What?"

   "I never in my life intended to have sex but with one man.  And he had
to be very special.  He had to be so special that he deserved all that
effort I put into keeping myself in shape...You're that special man.  I
want you to teach me everything.  Will you?  Will you be gentle and slow?
Will you be patient with me?  Will you, Robbie?"

   Robbie gulped.  He nodded.  "I love you so much, Dinah.  I hate to bring
this up...but are you on birth control?"

   "No!  I thought you couldn't make babies?"

   "The doctor said that I APPARENTLY couldn't and that it wasn't LIKELY
that I would father a child," he explained.

   "I can't get pregnant right now, anyway.  My period is due in a few
days. Anyway, I don't care."

   "What?  What do you mean you don't care?"

   "I'm not saying that I want to get pregnant, but if you got me pregnant,
I would love it.  It would be the product of our love!  Nobody would know,
of course.  The thought is very arousing.  But, like I said, I can't get
pregnant right now.  It's a non-issue."

   Robbie chuckled.  "Oh, you weren't already aroused?"

   "Shut up!  You know I am..." she moved nearer to him and kissed his lips
tenderly.  "I am so in love with you.  Make love to me, Robbie."

   Robbie sat up as she lay down on the bed.  He kissed her face and
allowed his hand to touch one of her breasts.  They were so firm!

   "Ummmm!" she gasped.  Then, "Robbie, nobody has ever done anything...I'm
not used to being touched...but I want you to touch me all over!  I want
everything, Baby..."

   "Ok, Baby.  I will go slow.  You tell me what you like and what you
don't like." He noticed that she was trembling.  "I know you're nervous. 
We can stop anytime you say.  Okay?"

   "Okay, thank you.  Touch my breasts, please?"

   Robbie gently lay both of his hands on her breasts, noting that she did,
indeed, have more than a handful, though not by much.  He allowed his hands
to rest on her breasts without squeezing or pressing or tweaking.

   "Mmmm, Robbie...that feels so good.  Now feel of them.  Touch the
nipples..." she whispered.

   Robbie hefted her breasts and felt of how warm and soft, yet firm they
were.  They were perfect.  He stroked her nipples, tentatively, with the
tips of his fingers.

   "Ohhhh!  Mmmphhh!  Baby, that...  Oh it feels so goooood!" she panted.

   Robbie smiled.  He loved how this was progressing.  He couldn't imagine
his sister doing this with anyone else.  How would anyone else be this
patient and caring and loving with her as he would be?  He knew in his
heart that nobody on earth could possibly ever love her like he did.  He
stroked her nipples with his fingers then, applying almost no pressure,
tweaked them.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Robbieeeeeeeeeeeee!  Mmmmmmmmmm!" she wailed as she
reached to her pussy and rubbed herself.

   Robbie was amazed.  She was having an orgasm!  From just...  having her
breasts touched?  He lay down and held her close to him as she continued to
tremble.  Her fingers were busily at work between her legs.  She turned her
face to him and kissed his mouth, sucking hungrily at his lips and then his
tongue.  Finally she fell back, breathing hard, her gorgeous breasts
heaving up and down.

   She snuggled up to him, burrowing her face in his neck.  "Sowwy," she
said, in a little-girl voice.  "I didn't see that coming...," she said as
she broke into peals of laughter.  "Coming.  Get it?" She laughed again.

   "You were embarrassed to tell me you were having an orgasm, Baby.  From
now on, don't be.  Okay?" he said tenderly as he delicately kissed her
lips. "Okay, Baby?"

   She nodded.  "Okay.  I'm just learning.  Am I doing okay?" she smiled.

   "B minus so far," he said flatly, then kissed her again.  "You're
amazing, Baby."

   He scooted down in the bed and, holding her breasts gently, swiped his
tongue gently across one nipple, looking into her face for her reaction.

   "Ungggggggggghhhhhhh!  Oh, Baby, wow...that...more, please!"

   Robbie swiped his tongue across her nipple, then very gently suckled it.

   She pushed her chest toward him and pulled his face to her breasts. 
"Ohhhh, Robbie, Baby...that feels better than anything...ever!  You're
going to make me cum!"

   When she said that he could feel a trickle of his own lubrication
running down from his meatus, across his glans, and down his long shaft. 
His balls ached.  It had been weeks since he last masturbated.  He needed
release and he needed it soon.

   He gazed into her eyes as he suckled a bit harder at her nipple, then,
taking as much of her breast into his mouth as possible, sucked at her
entire breast as he tweaked the nipple of the other one.

   "Unnnnngggggggggghhhhhhh, Robbie!  I am cummmmmmmmmmmmingggg!" she
cried. "Oh Baby, don't stop..." she said as she reached to her pussy and
began fingering her clit again.

   Robbie reached down and pushed his sister's hand aside and, for the
first time, touched her clit.  It was so slick with her secretions!  He
began to manipulate it like he knew that Renee had loved and he continued
to lick and suck at her nipple.

   When she came down from her second orgasm, he gave the same treatment to
the other breast, until she moaned, "Put it in me, Robbie!  I want it now!"

   Robbie had planned much more.  He wanted to suck her breasts for hours.
He wanted to lick and suck her wet pussy.  He was hoping against hope that
she might get him off in some way because he knew he could not possibly
last long.  He felt on the verge of cumming.  The slightest thing was going
to pull the trigger and he would make a huge mess.  She needed to know how
that worked.  She needed to know that men couldn't always control when they
came - and more importantly, that they had to have some time to recover.

   He lay on his side so that he could peer into her eyes as she, also, lay
on her side.  They kissed.  She stroked his face and he could see how much
she adored him.

   "Dinah, Baby, you know this is going to hurt, right?  I will be as
gentle as I can be."

   She smiled.  "It won't hurt that bad." She blushed, then said, "I use
toys.  There's no hymen."

   Robbie almost laughed.  This was too good to be true.  He had dreaded
that part.  He had taken Renee's virginity and it was not a good experience
for either of them.  "One other thing, Baby...this is embarrassing, but I'm
so aroused that..."

   "I know.  I've thought about that.  I've read a lot about it.  I don't
care.  Let's just do it, please?  Before I change my mind?"

   Robbie regarded her, looking seriously at her to see if she was having
doubts.

   "I'm kidding.  I am not changing my mind, Baby," she whispered.

   Robbie moved to get between her legs, as she rolled over to her back and
opened her long legs to welcome her brother.

   She was panting with lust as he took the head of his cock and ran it up
and down her desire-slickened cuntal crease.  Her hips reflexively moved up
and down at the first delicious contact.

   "Oh, Robbie, that feels so good!" she panted.

   He reached and lay a finger at her opening, watching her face as he
began to insert it.  She was so wet and slick that he managed to slip it
into her with very little resistance.  He could tell that she was going to
be tight.  He soon had his finger inside her as far as it would go.  His
sister was moaning and undulating her body beneath him.  She was stroking
his face, her eyes locked on his.  She intermittently closed her eyes, her
face a mask of pure bliss, then she would open them and smile.  She was so
achingly beautiful.

   "I love you, Dinah," he croaked as he began to worm another finger
inside her.  He knew, from experience, that two fingers inside her would
make it much easier when he penetrated her with his cock.  He twisted the
two fingers inside her, stroking the walls of her vagina.

   "You're going to make me cum again, Baby.  I don't even know what you're
doing, but I love it!" she moaned.

   Robbie removed his fingers from her clinging pussy and, making sure she
watched what he was doing, brought them to his mouth and sucked her juices
from them.  She was delicious!  He longed to eat her.  He would love to
lick and suck her delectable little pussy all day!

   "Oh, Baby, that's the hottest thing I ever saw," she gasped.

   Robbie reached down, never taking his eyes from those of his sister and,
once again, plunged two fingers into her warm, slick pussy.  He brought
them back up and touched her lips.  She sucked them into her mouth, tasting
and savoring her sex.

   "You are a naughty, naughty man, Baby," she whispered.

   Robbie leaned over to kiss her.  She licked his lips and sucked his
tongue.  Simultaneously, Robbie rubbed his glans along her opening and
began to push as he gazed into her eyes.

   She nodded.  "Yes, put it in," she gasped.

   She was tight and he had to push to get his sizable cock-head past her
opening.  Her face showed a bit of discomfort as he pushed, but then she
relaxed once the head was inside her.  She opened her mouth and closed her
eyes and threw her head back, thrusting her hips up at him as his throbbing
length sank to the hilt inside her.

   "I'm cumming," she whispered as her hips continued to undulate beneath
him.  "Oh Robbie, I'm cumming, Baby!"

   It was impossible to control his own climax any longer.  He felt the
area between and behind his massive nuts clench, the signal that his load
of cum was being released.  His vision clouded as the wonderful deep tickle
in his cock took over his entire being.  He could feel the warm rush of his
ejaculate rushing down the length of his cock and begin to violently spew
into his sister's warm, clasping, vagina.

   "Dinah, Baby...," he gasped as wave after wave of his orgasm shook his
body.  He felt as if his brain and body had shut down and the only thing he
could feel was his penis shooting his pent-up load of semen into his
wonderful sister.  Every jet of cum felt like another mini-orgasm.  He
continued to empty himself into her, shot after satisfying shot of his hot
sperm pouring into her hungry loins.  He couldn't remember ever having a
climax that lasted this long.  He must have a quart of the stuff saved up!
Nothing had ever felt this good or as satisfying.

   Having exhausted his supply of man-seed, he collapsed onto his sister's
body.  Both of them were now covered in a sheen of perspiration and both
were practically hyper-ventilating with their exertions.  He felt his cock
rapidly dwindling and rolled off of her, onto his side.  He opened his eyes
to see her looking at him.

   "Well?" she smiled.

   "You're amazing, Baby," he managed.

   "That was the best sex I ever had," she stated, grinning at him.

   "I'm glad I could be of service," he told her.

   "You're not through.  We've just started.  You know that, right?"

   "I was hoping you'd say that," he grinned.  "Did it hurt you?"

   "No.  A little bit of discomfort at first, but no pain.  Nothing but
pleasure," she whispered as she took his face in his hands and kissed him
tenderly.  "I've got to pee, though.  Want a bottle of water?"

   "Yes, please," he smiled.  "Fix me a sammich, too."

   "I'm just going to assume you're kidding," she said as she padded to the
bathroom, total comfortable in her nakedness.

   By the time she got back from the refrigerator and entered the bathroom,
Rob was becoming erect again.  He couldn't believe what they had just done,
but he was eager for more.  He had needed to cum so badly and looked
forward to it lasting longer the next time.  He had put his conscience on a
shelf in the nether regions of his brain.  This was the woman that he loved
and he couldn't dwell on the fact that sex with her was taboo.

   "Robbie?" she yelled, sticking her head into the bedroom.  "I'm taking a
shower.  Your stuff is running down my legs.  Is it always that much?"

   Robbie laughed.  "No...I don't...you know...very often.  Besides, you're
the sexiest woman I've ever seen," he told her.

   "Interesting," she smiled.  "I'll be right back.  Don't you dare leave!"

   Robbie got up and went into the bathroom to take a leak.  He could see
the image of his sister's body through the translucent shower door.  He
slid it open and stepped in with her, his cock standing at half-mast.

   "Oh, Big Brother!" she said as she reached and grasped his cock, for the
first time.  "I like the way it feels," she told him as she looked up at
him.  "It feels...powerful!  I love it.  I want it inside me again!" she
smiled as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

   The feel of her hands on his cock, along with the sight of her luscious
body, had him fully erect again.  "I think he likes you," he grinned.

   She squeezed it.  "I know you know this...but I've never touched one
before.  You do know that, right?  I'm not lying to you."

   "I don't doubt you, Sis.  I never thought you were lying to me."

   She squirted some body wash directly on the head of his cock and began
to stroke it up and down his shaft.  "Does that feel good, Baby?" she
asked.

   "Yes, it feels wonderful.  You better stop," he laughed as he turned
away from her to rinse off.

   She put her arms around him as he stood with his back to her.  She lay
her head against his back and reached one hand down, searching for his
cock. She found his balls and allowed them to rest in her hands.  They were
large and hairy and she loved the way they felt.  She moved her hand upward
and felt of her brother's throbbing erection.  She knew he was ready for
sex again.  They needed no more foreplay.

   She hugged him and kissed his back, wanting to devour him.  His body was
so amazingly sexy.  She wanted to lick him all over.  She hugged him and
pressed her breasts into his back as she lay her face against him.  He
suddenly turned the water off and turned to kiss her.

   They reached for their towels and hurriedly dried off, brushed their
teeth and headed for the bed.  Dinah barely beat him back and was on all
fours, trying to straighten the covers when he arrived.  He smacked her
firm bottom and it popped satisfyingly.

   "I warned you about smacking the firm!" she laughed, as she rolled to
her back and spread her long legs to welcome her brother.  "Make love to
me, Baby," she groaned as he crawled on top of her and began to kiss her
breasts, her throat, and her face.  "Robbie, oh I love you so much" she
gasped.

   Robbie pressed his cock against her opening and, with difficulty,
managed to push the head inside her.

   "Oh, stop, Baby.  I'm not as wet as I was before the shower," she
moaned.

   Rob slowly withdrew.  He leaned over and licked one of her nipples,
eliciting a moan of delight.  Then he did the other one, which got similar
praise.  He then kissed her stomach and ran his hands along her
well-defined abs before kissing them, running his tongue down her stomach
toward her navel.

   Dinah now realized what her brother was about to do.  She was so excited
that her heart began to race and her chest began to rise and fall from her
heavy breathing.  She reflected that she was breathing harder than she
would be after a two-mile run.  She placed both hands on her brother's
head, gently, as if blessing him for what he was about to do.

   Rob looked up at his sister's face, eager to see her expression.  He
kissed the carefully-trimmed landing strip right above her noticeably
swollen clit, then dragged his tongue through the hair and poised it above
her clit.  Still keeping his eyes on her sister's face, as she gazed down
at him, her mouth open, he touched the tip of his tongue to her distended
clit.

   Reflexively her hips moved her crotch upward and Rob moved his head
upward, keeping his tongue gently pressed against her clit.  He could feel
the pleasure-shock course through her body and saw the delightful changes
in her expression.

   "Oh fuck, Robbie!" she cried.  She couldn't remember ever using this
word in his presence before, but right now she didn't care.  What
difference did that make a time like this?

   Rob almost laughed.  He knew his sister never, ever used profanity and,
in fact, disdained it.  He knew that she must be out of her mind with lust
to allow herself to use that word - not that he cared one bit; not at a
time like this!  Carefully, almost in slow motion, he took her clit into
his mouth, then ever so gently sucked.

   "Fuck!" she screamed.  Unexpectedly she pushed his head up and away from
her body.  Her chest was rising and falling at such a rapid rate that, for
a moment, Robbie was afraid that she might be hyper-ventilating.  She
panted, "I want you inside me."

   As Rob crawled back up over her body he took a moment to kiss and suck
each nipple for a second.  Then his sister pulled his face to hers and
kissed him deeply.  "Will you do that for me some other time, Baby?" she
whispered.

   Rob was puzzled for a second, then realized that she was talking about
his brief oral ministrations.  He had had much more in store for her!  He
smiled and kissed her again.

   "Let me," she said as she reached down and found his rock-hard shaft. 
"It's so hard!" she gasped.  She rubbed the head of his cock on her wet
slit, then fitted it into her opening and hunched her body upward, moving
herself to fit him inside her.  Then she lay back and wrapped her long legs
around him.  "Fuck me!" she moaned.

   Robbie slowly pushed himself forward, enjoying the indescribable
pleasure of his sister's tight, wet, grasping pussy.  He didn't have to
push hard, but she was too tight for it to just slide in.  He felt as if
his cock was 3 feet long and that the journey to the bottom was never going
to end.  When he felt his pubic bone meet hers, he felt as though his cock
must be embedded in her chest.  She was warm and wet and tight and
wonderful!  Sex always felt good, but it had never felt this good.  Never.
Even when he and Renee were at their most passionate.

   He made no effort to withdraw.  He wanted to just lay there, as deep
inside his sister's glorious body as possible.  He looked down at Dinah's
face.  Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open.  Moans were escaping
her open mouth.  Insanely he started counting the freckles on her nose. 
She was so cute!  She was so perfectly gorgeous!  But that didn't even
matter.  Their mutual love for each other was the only thing that existed.

   Dinah thought she could feel every ridge and every vein of her brother's
thick, stiff cudgel.  No dildo had ever given her this much pleasure.  They
were artificial.  This was real!  This was real sex!  She felt as though
she could just lay in this position, not moving, all day long.  The deep,
satisfying pleasure of being totally impaled on a man's cock better, much
better, than she had ever imagined.  And they had just started!

   She opened her eyes and smiled.  Her brother was searching her face to
see if she was enjoying it.  Oh she loved him so much!  She knew in her
heart that no man would ever love her the way this man did.  Her brother
adored her.  He practically worshipped her.  She was determined to give him
all the more reason to continue to adore and worship her.  There was
nothing that she would deny him.  Any sex act that he wanted, she would
provide.  Anything.

   "You okay?" he whispered.

   She giggled.  "Okay?  I've never felt anything so amazing!" she
whispered.  "I love it!" She wriggled her hips, grinding herself up at him,
as if he had more to give her.

   Robbie experimentally pulled up just an inch or so, then allowed himself
to slide back.  Then a bit more, and even more, until he was withdrawing
about half of his shaft, then sliding back inside her.  He was thankful
that he had already cum.  The pleasure was almost overwhelming, especially
coupled with the beautiful sight of his sister starting passionately into
his eyes.

   "Oh that feels so good, Robbie.  You just don't know how good that is!"
she moaned as she began to vigorously grind her hips up to greet him, her
long legs firmly wrapped around his upper legs.

   "Oh I bet I do!" he smiled.  He pulled out even farther and allowed
gravity to pull him back down, penetrating her depths much harder.

   "Oh yesss!" she moaned, closing her eyes.  "Do that!"

   Robbie continued to draw himself out farther and farther, slamming back
down inside her.  As her moans and screams of encouragement and pleasure
continued to escalate in tone and vigor, he fucked her harder and harder,
until he was almost violently pulling himself almost all the way out and
slamming back into her willing body.

   "Fuckkkkkk, Robbie!  You are going to make me cum!" She opened her legs
as wide as she could, placed both feet flat on the bed and began to fuck up
at his long, violent strokes.

   Robbie didn't think he could maintain this pace for very long; besides
that, the wonderful sight of his beautiful sister in the throes of passion,
fucking her glorious body up at him, was about to make him have another
cum.

   Dinah grabbed his hair and pulled his face toward her, her mouth
searching for his tongue, opening her mouth, eager to have his oral digit
fucking her mouth as his wonderful manhood was fucking her yearning loins.
Robbie complied.  Holding himself up with one hand, he took his other hand
and placed it behind Dinah's head, pulled her to him, opening his mouth
wide and fucking his tongue into her mouth, licking her teeth, her tongue,
swallowing her delicious saliva.

   Suddenly she broke the kiss.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am
cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggggggggggg!" she screamed.  "Robbie,
it's so beautiful!" she moaned as she continued to gyrate beneath him while
looking into his face.

   Robbie felt his own climax hit him like a tidal wave.  He closed his
eyes, involuntarily as he felt the first few spurts of his sperm gush into
his sister.  Then he opened them as his sister's gyrations became less
pronounced and she settled back on the bed, still grinding her pubis
against his, but more gently now.  She was looking into his face, reading
him.  He continued to squirt more and more jism into her as he kissed her
lips gently and they collapsed into each other's arms.

   She giggled.'

   "What's funny?" he grunted.

   "Are you still cumming?" she asked.  "How much of that is there?  There
was a gallon while ago!"

   He smiled.  "I cum a lot.  I hope that doesn't bother you," he
whispered.
   "Mmmm, I think it's hot!" she smiled, as s