Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Pure Heart Pt.  03


Summary: Alex and Sara grow in intimacy and passion for each other.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Chapter 14

   Like a silent observer, the silver face of the moon shone down on me as
I made my way around the car to the passenger side and tugged the handle.
Tanya smiled at me as she stepped out, making sure to grab her purse before
I tossed the door shut and turned to walk with her down that long stretch
of sidewalk toward her apartment building.  My stomach churned with
nervousness as we stepped up to the large oak door, poorly lit by a mercury
lamp overhead.

   "That was a fun evening." I said, sounding more confident than I felt.

   She gave me a huge grin and pulled a lock of her dark hair from her
face. "Yeah it was really fun.  I haven't been bowling since I was a little
girl."

   The "awkward moment", that spot of silence just before a goodnight had
nearly arrived when I headed it off with a chuckle and said, "Next time
maybe you should use a real ball instead of that little pink one."

   She pretended to be insulted and retorted, "Well maybe if there had been
any real balls there tonight I would have used them!" She laughed as I
cringed at her well-played jab.

   "Well I have to get in so I can read up for class." she said.  "You'll
call me, right?" she asked as she pulled the door handle forward.

   "Um, yeah.  Of course." I said, stammering and then stepping back as
another tenant of the apartments made their way out of the building past
Tanya and me.

   "Okay.  Have a good night!  I really enjoyed our date." Tanya said with
a sweet smile as she slipped inside.

   The door closed behind her and I stood there for just a minute, absently
fumbling with my keys.  I turned around and started back towards my car,
casting a glance at the bright moon that had witnessed Tanya turning me
away at her door for the third time in so many dates.

   I reflected on the past week.  Tanya had called about two weeks ago with
some questions about a project.  When I called back we talked about our
class assignments at first but then started to talk about ourselves until
we were just chatting and having fun.  My sister, Sara, knew I was on the
phone with her and stopped by my room to tease me about it.  She stopped
back a little while later and had written, "Have you asked her out yet?" on
a paper.  When I nodded no she made a frowning face and shook her head in
mock disappointment.  It was clear she was going to keep pushing at me to
ask Tanya out, and I really did want to, so I surprised myself by asking
her to dinner that next Tuesday after classes.  She was a little surprised
but easily agreed.  Sara gave me a big smile and later told me she was glad
I finally did it since she knew I liked her.  I kind of liked how Sara was
encouraging me to go out with Tanya.

   We did go out that Tuesday and again that Friday, and for the heck of it
we went out bowling tonight, Sunday, and it had gone really well.  I knew
we were still getting to know each other beyond just being classmates. 
It's not like I was expecting to be invited upstairs tonight for a night of
passion, I just wanted a kiss or a hug or anything more than just a smile
to say goodnight.  Maybe I was just in too much of a hurry.  Stupid
hormones.

   Frustrated, I got back in my car and drove off.  It was a half hour
drive back home and by the time I reached my family's house I had calmed
down considerably.  I knew that part of my frustration was that Tanya was
probably the first girl I'd ever had the gumption to ask out on a normal
date and I was putting a lot of hope into our relationship.  I really did
like her and found her so attractive.  I just couldn't understand how she
could be such a tease and make all the dirty jokes she did in our classes
and yet not even give me a hint that any of her playfulness was geared
toward anything more.

   As I reached the front door of my house I realized that although I had
calmed down I still didn't understand so I just shook my head and mentally
put the whole thing aside for now.

   It was after midnight and I was careful not to make a lot of noise lest
I wake my parents and my sister, Sara, up.  However as I made my way into
the house I could hear the TV on in the den and peaked in to see an empty
room but a telltale bowl with a few popcorn kernels and a mostly empty cup
of water.  I walked back towards my room and saw that the light was on in
the bathroom, telling me that Sara was still up.  I could hear the shower
running.

   I knocked quietly on the door and heard her muffled reply.  I turned the
knob and peaked my head in, finding myself suddenly in a world of warm mist
and the scent of strawberries and thirty or more exotic herbs as the soap
bottle no doubt promised.  Sara poked her head out from around the shower
curtain, water dripping from her cheerful face.

   "Hey, just wanted to let you know I was home." I said, smiling.

   "Okay.  Thanks." She said and smiled back.

   I stepped back out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me, then
went to my room and changed into my pajamas before heading back to the den.

   Just as I was almost invested in whether the leaf-cutting ant would make
it through the rainstorm (thank goodness for nature shows), Sara came in
and smiled when she saw what I was watching.

   "It was either this or a commercial about an exercise machine that looks
like it should be illegal." I quipped.

   She rolled her eyes playfully at me and sat on the floor against the
couch where I was laying.  Sara was wearing her nightgown and her blonde
hair hung in damp strands - mostly dry, but not quite.

   "That's why I was watching a movie you goof." she said, taking the
remote from me and pointing it at the DVD player to resume what she had
been watching.  Fortunately it was a movie I liked, although I would have
been grateful for anything I could shut my mind down to watch.

   A few minutes in, I noticed her rolling her head around, stretching her
neck.  She reached up and started to massage one of the muscles in her
shoulder.

   "Does your neck hurt again?" I asked, over the movie.

   It took a second for her to register that I had said something and she
looked back so I repeated myself.  She nodded.  "Yeah, it's been giving me
a headache."

   "Well here, let me." I said and sat up behind her.  I reached down and
started to massage her shoulders.  Sara had been getting tension headaches
for years ever since she had gone into high school.  She had found that
keeping her neck and shoulders loose really helped prevent the headaches
from growing too strong and she'd trained both our parents and myself to
give a good neck massage pretty much whenever she asked.

   "Oh, thank you." She said, dropping her hand.  She sighed.

   Rubbing my sister's shoulders was all the more enjoyable now, with the
closeness we had together.  It wasn't erotic, it was my love for her as her
brother.  And she knew that.

   After two or so scenes of the movie had passed, she tilted her head
back, looking much more relaxed.  "Can I ask you to rub my feet too?"

   I nodded so she got up on the couch, sitting on the opposite end and
putting her feet on my lap.  Again, this wasn't new, though it was less
frequent.  She only asked for a foot rub when she was really stressed. 
Fortunately she had very pretty, delicate feet and it was no problem to me
to rub them for her.  We both were turned toward the TV as I gently kneaded
the soft soles of her feet, and between her toes.  Just to help her relax
more, I massaged her ankles and her calves for a little while.  I enjoyed
the silky smoothness of her legs and the firm feel of her muscles.

   "So how was your date?" she asked, smiling at me.

   I shrugged.  "Fun, we had a good time."

   My fingers continued to knead her calf muscles and I heard her sigh. 
Then she giggled and asked, "So did you kiss her goodnight?"

   I moved back to her feet and massaged the soles again, then found it
more comfortable to play with her toes - massaging the joints, softly
bending each one to stretch the muscles, kneading the areas between her
toes.

   "No, I didn't really get the chance."

   She gave me a look and I could tell she felt my disappointment.

   "You need to be cheered up, don't you?" she asked.  When I nodded, she
slipped her feet away from me and stood up, then got me to lay down on the
floor next to the couch.

   "Here.  Since you're being so nice let me do the same for you." she
said. She laid on the floor with me but with her feet by my head and her
head by my feet.

   Propped on her side, Sara took one of my feet in her hands and began to
massage it.  Following her lead I reached forward and wrapped my fingers
around one of her feet as well to continue where I had left off.

   Feeling my sister's fingers work into the soles of my feet made me even
more attentive to rubbing hers and I did my best to make sure I gave her as
good as what she was giving me.  She'd never done this for me before and it
was really soothing to me as and was helping me forget about my frustration
with Tanya.

   After a while I became so relaxed that my brain shut down and I just
kept rubbing her toes as I watched the movie.  Hearing her voice startled
me.  I looked over to find her looking at me with an odd look on her face.
I gave her a questioning look to get her to repeat whatever she had said.

   "I said, that's turning me on." She told me with an embarrassed grin.

   "Oh...um, sorry." I said, and smiled.  I looked at her foot to see
myself massaging her between her toes.  After a second I asked, "Just from
that?"

   She nodded.  "It was really relaxing at first...it's just getting me a
little worked up the other way."

   I wasn't sure what to say, so I just smiled and put more pressure to the
spaces I was rubbing.

   She pursed her lips, pretending to be irritated, but laughed.  "Alex!"
She scolded.  I shrugged just to tease her.

   I rubbed her toes, then looked up at her.  She looked at me.  I'm not
sure why I did but as she was watching I pulled her foot forward until her
little, painted toes were right in front of me and I kissed them.

   "Alex!" she said, laughing but a little urgent.

   I decided to go with it and kissed one of her smaller toes.  She bit her
lip and a moment later she had spread her toes for me.  I slipped one of
her toes into my mouth and licked it, slipping my tongue around the little
digit and between it's neighbors.  I thought I heard her groan and her foot
twitched but her toes stayed spread apart to let me lick between them more
easily.

   "Oh gosh..." I heard her say and I continued to twirl my tongue across
the sensitive undersides of her soft little toes.  It was a weird feeling
to know this was my sister's toes in my mouth but I enjoyed knowing she was
taking such pleasure out of what I was giving her.

   I felt her body move closer to me until she was hugging my calves with
her face against my shins.  Her breasts were pressed against my thighs and
my dick was pressed against her belly.  Her foot crinkled and her toes bent
and straightened as I sucked on her toes.

   It was only a few more moments later that I felt her begin to move.  She
pulled her foot out of my grasp and shifted her weight to push me onto my
back with her on top.  I had to quickly reposition my arms as she slid her
feet under and past my shoulders and sat back, straddling my head.  All I
saw, with the hem of her nightgown surrounding me, was the crotch of her
panties...only several inches above my face.

   "If you're always in this mood after a date..." she began and ended with
a frustrated, anxious sigh.

   With the sounds and light from the movie surrounding us, I felt my pulse
quicken as I memorized every line and curve of her body above me and every
thread I could see of her cotton underwear.  I could smell her feminine
scent and feel the heat radiating from between her legs as I reached into
my pajama pants and started to stroke my firming erection.  I breathed deep
and let my hand pleasure my cock, knowing she was watching.

   Sara put her hands on my chest and I nearly jumped at the touch of her
skin.  As I rubbed my dick in front of her, she started to slowly gyrate
her hips, sensually moving her crotch around in front of my eyes.  I could
already feel precum starting to dampen my PJ's as I stared at my sister's
panties.  Her fingertips pressed deeper into my skin and she began to knead
my chest.  In return I put my free hand on her bare thigh.

   I felt her hands slowly work down my chest, over my ribs.  Her crotch
dipped closer to my face as she moved it around.  Without being fully aware
of it, I applied some pressure to the top of her thigh with my hand,
encouraging her to move down.  She didn't need much encouragement and in a
moment she pressed her panties against my face.  I opened my mouth and
began to hungrily kiss her through the fabric.  It was a weird and
mind-blowing thing I was doing - kissing my sister's crotch.  But I wanted
it and by the way she was pushing herself against me, it was clear she
wanted me to do it.  My thoughts alternated between thinking how awesome
this was and how this was my sister and how we probably shouldn't do this,
but I didn't want to stop.

   I continued pumping my dick.  I felt the elastic of my boxers sink down
a little and I knew I might be uncovering some of my penis, but I didn't
care.  She probably couldn't see too much by the light from the TV, I
reasoned.  I just pushed my lips deep against Sara's cunt, my nose sticking
between her butt cheeks, and licked her.  The fabric of her panties was
stretched tight and completely wet and I could feel her soft flesh trapped
underneath.

   I realized her hands were still moving down, now gliding along my
stomach, then past my bellybutton.  They kept going and in just a moment,
my head reeled as I felt her fingers slip under the edge of my PJ's and
touch the fringe of my pubic hair.

   Pressing my lips against her soft mound I breathed deeply of her young,
womanly scent and tasted her excitement through the wet fabric.  Her
fingers reached closer and closer until they touched the base of my shaft.
I kissed her with all I had, devouring her through her panties as she
tenderly massaged my groin.  Her body began to shift and I realized she was
bending over.

   The next thing I knew, her face touched the front of my PJ's and my
erection.  She paused, at first, just keeping her face against my dick.  I
slid my hand away and out of my PJ's, making sure to pull the elastic back
up to keep myself covered (not wanting to assume anything).  Her hips
continued to move against my face and I continued kneading her cunt through
her panties with my lips.  I felt her face move against my cock, and she
began to rub her cheeks and lips up and down the length through the fabric.
She was slow and cautious at first but as I put more pressure between her
legs she applied more pressure and fondled my cock with her face.

   As I pressed my face against my sister where it didn't belong, she
returned the favor.  I felt her kissing the shaft and felt her fingers
kneading my pubes.  I could feel the stimulation on my dick reaching the
max, so I grabbed her hips and pulled her tight for a moment, mashing my
mouth against her.  I heard her moan and felt her lips wrap around the head
of my penis, over the fabric of my PJ's, and for a second I saw stars.

   I think I nearly threw her off as my body strained to cum, and I know my
ejaculation pushed my cum through the fabric and between her lips.  As my
semen was oozing out and she kissed the head of my dick, I hungrily
continued licking her panties and kissing her quivering softness.  When my
ejaculating had finally slowed, she sat back up, reached a hand down her
panties and began rubbing herself.  She pressed her crotch against my mouth
again and I could feel her fingers on either side of her cunt as she
directed my mouth to one spot.  I obliged and kissed and nursed her there
and she writhed and moaned and shook for several minutes before finally
slowing down.

   There was a quiet moment that followed our little storm and we both
spent it breathing deeply and caressing each other with tenderness.  She
slid her hand out of her panties and clambered to her feet.

   "I'm gonna go freshen up." she whispered and quickly ducked out the
door. The light from the bathroom shone into the hallway as she went in.  I
laid on the couch, totally blown away at what we just did.  The movie was
still on - almost over.  I got up and cleaned off then lay back down.  T I
had almost fallen asleep by the time Sara came back in.  I groggily rubbed
my face, noticing that her scent was still on my lips, and looked up to
find her smiling at me.

   "Aw, you look so tired." she said, adoringly.  I drowsily smiled back at
her.  "Why don't we get to bed.  Come on." She held out a hand and helped
me stand up.  I slowly walked out of the room as she turned off the TV and
followed me down the hallway.  I stopped in the bathroom and when I came
out she was still waiting patiently for me.  She yawned but looked happy.

   Upon entering my room I did nothing more than flop down onto my bed.  I
felt her pull the covers up over me.  There was a stillness in the room and
then I felt her hair touch my head, smelled her sweet breath and then felt
her lips press tenderly against mine.  It wasn't a kiss ever to be shared
by a brother and sister but that night it was.  Her tongue touched and then
curled over mine with all the passion and desire and gentleness a sister
should never feel for her brother.  And I kissed my sister back deeply and
tenderly, like a man to his wife.

   It felt like it lasted forever until she reluctantly pulled away and
kissed me once more on the forehead before sighing and leaving me to sleep.
And sleep came, though it took time for me to welcome it.

   Chapter 15

   "What?" I shouted, looking with annoyance back at the guy revving his
car engine before tearing out of the parking lot.

   Tanya turned to watch the guy swerve out into traffic.  Once the noise
had died down she turned back and smiled.  "I said, do you want to do
anything?"

   It was now Wednesday afternoon and we had both just finished our last
class that day and were leaving the school's campus.  Although I was still
a little unsure about how things were going, I wasn't even going to
consider turning her down.

   "Sure!" I said.  "Want to grab lunch?"

   She happily agreed and opted to leave her car there and drive over with
me.  We went to a local restaurant and got nice booth that looked down the
main road in the town.

   Tanya looked great today.  Her long, brunette hair was casually pulled
back and she still had a smudge of dirt on her wrist from one of the car
engines we were working on for our class.  She was wearing a tight black
t-shirt with a white graphic and dark blue jeans.  I really had trouble
accepting that it was just the two of us and that she really seemed to like
me.

   Our lunch came and we ate it while talking about our projects and the
other people in our classes, cars and different things we were trying to
learn.  She tore the end off of the paper wrapper of her straw and
playfully blew the other half at me and giggled.

   When the waitress asked if we wanted dessert there was an awkward moment
where we both looked at each other.  I finally said, "Well...I wouldn't
mind some..."

   Tanya laughed and said, "Me too!" We decided to split something and gave
the waitress our order.  After she walked away, Tanya grinned at me and
said, "I'm glad you said that.  I hate being the only one who wants a
dessert."

   I chuckled.  "No problem.  You seem like the kind of person I can be
real around."

   She paused and I realized she was staring at me.  I looked up at her to
find a thoughtful look on her face.

   "Thank you, Alex.  I really appreciate that you said that." I nodded and
smiled kindly.

   The dessert came and we picked up our forks to share the dish.  She was
quiet for a while but eventually began to open up and talk.  Before my eyes
went from being a gorgeous, self-sufficient woman to a vulnerable girl. 
She began to talk about how she had always been depressed in high school
and had hated her appearance.  She'd become bulimic and fought with it for
years.

   "I thought everything was changing when this one guy started to ask me
out and we started to date.  He became my whole world and I was so happy. I
was thinking we'd get married right out of high school." she told me,
nervously drawing designs on the plate with the tip of her fork.

   Her boyfriend unexpectedly broke up with her and her depression made her
break down and become bulimic again for another year.

   She was silent for a little while.  I was patient and waited.

   She looked up at me, her expression pained but hopeful.  "It took a lot
of work for me to start to accept myself again.  I know I have to be
careful.  I have to protect myself from getting too attached to people
right away." She put down her fork and her hand reached out for mine and I
gladly held it.

   "I am so thankful for how kind you are and how patient you are with me.
I know you were probably wondering what was wrong with me.  I guess there
is something wrong with me but I know what to do about it.  And I'm really
glad you haven't pushed me and seem to be okay that I'm taking this slow."

   We just looked at each other for a little while.  I cleared my throat
and smiled at her.  "Tanya, you're awesome.  Thank you."

   She looked down bashfully but kept holding my hand.

   "For what it's worth, I really do like you.  And I like you enough that
I want to make sure you don't get hurt.  I'll be honest with you and you
can be honest with me and we'll just keep getting to know each other." I
told her.

   She smiled.  "That sounds wonderful." She cleared her throat and looked
around, then laughed at herself.  "Sorry I got so serious."

   I laughed.  "No problem.  Keep it up."

   We talked for a while afterwards and then I took her back to her car. 
We waved to each other and she drove off and I returned home.

   That evening I went into Sara's room and told her all about my
conversation with Tanya.  Sara smiled the whole time.

   "Oh, that was so sweet!  She really likes you." She said.  Then she gave
me a face and said, "Now don't screw it up!" and laughed.  I chuckled too,
secretly hoping I wouldn't.

   Sara could read my thoughts though.  "Alex, why are you worried?" She
asked.

   I hesitated for a moment before answering.  "You know why.  I'm worried
I'll get impatient."

   She looked at me and then stood and gave me a hug.  With her arms still
around my neck she looked into my eyes.  "Hey, that's what I'm here for. 
I'm here to help you take the pressure off."

   "Yeah, but that was for...you know...porn.  I mean, I...just don't want
to be using you."

   She shrugged.  "If I mind it I'll tell you." She bit her lip with a
little smile.  "So far I think we both know I'm enjoying it."

   We stood there for a few moments in a casual hug, looking into each
other's eyes.

   "You're a great sister.  This whole thing is crazy but I love you for
it." She smiled as I put my forehead against hers.

   "Oh, don't think too good of me.  I'm a little greedy.  You've been
helping me out as much as I'm helping you." She admitted.  "And I've really
been enjoying how special you make me feel.  I always knew I was important
to you but seeing..." she hesitated and blushed, "...how much you like me
makes me love being your sister."

   I smiled.  "So we're helping each other out then?  It's not just to help
me stay out of trouble?"

   She looked aside and grinned and said, "Well I think we're staying out
of trouble but getting into trouble too..." She giggled.  "It's
complicated. But yeah, we're helping each other.  It's not just for you
anymore."

   "I like that better." I admitted.  We looked at each other again and
hugged tenderly.

   "So when's your next date?" Sara asked as we finally let each other go
and I was getting ready to go back to my room.

   "I think I'll take her out this Friday night.  I don't know what for
yet."

   "Okay.  If you need to...relax..." and at this she smiled, "...don't
worry about waking me up or anything."

   I shook my head and grinned back at her and then left.

   Chapter 16

   By the time Friday came and Tanya and I went out on our date I was wound
up and a little overwhelmed by all the emotional stuff I'd gone through
with her and Sara.  Our date was fun, really fun in fact.  We had opted to
go to a club that taught swing dancing and we'd spend the night watching
the incredible moves of the experienced dancers and tried a little bit
ourselves.  Being so close to Tanya, seeing her laughing and having her
hold onto me in the crowd of people was an incredible experience.

   When the night was over and we arrived at her apartment I made a point
of walking her to the door and offering her a hug after we'd said
goodnight. I was really glad when she happily hugged me goodnight, although
my affection for her really wanted more.

   She went inside and I got in my car and drove home.  I kept thinking
about my sister's invitation to relax with her when I got home from my date
and I couldn't help being eager to see her.  I knew I should try to calm
down and watch what I was thinking but I just kept thinking about her
smiling at me when we talked about it, remembering how turned on she'd been
the last few times we were together.

   I found that it was after 1 a.m.  when I got back home.  My parents were
obviously in bed and it looked like Sara was as well.  I was a little
frustrated so I went and took a shower to try to relax, then returned to my
room and picked up a magazine to read.  I put it down a moment later,
unable to concentrate.  I really wanted to see Sara, just to be with her
tonight.

   I crept to her room and opened the door a crack to verify that she was
in bed.  I went into her room and closed the door softly behind me.  She
was asleep, curled under her sheets.  The moonlight filtered in through the
blinds to give me just enough light to make my way over to her bed.  I
quietly called her name, then gently touched her shoulder and said her name
again.  She stirred, and mumbled a "Hmm?"

   "Hey Sara, I'm home." I said.  She stirred again and seemed to wake a
little more.  I repeated myself and this time she heard, though it was
obvious she wasn't totally there.

   "Okay." She whispered.  She rubbed her eyes, waking up but still groggy
. After a moment or so her head cleared and she managed a sleepy smile at
me.  "So you came to see me?  I missed you.  Sit down."

   I obeyed her and sat on the edge of her bed.  She quietly asked me how
our date had gone and to my surprise and admiration she actually stayed
awake and listened.

   I asked about her day and listened as she groggily told me a few things
that had happened, slowly waking up as she talked.

   "Did you want help relaxing?" Sara asked quietly.  I nodded.  She
stifled a cute yawn and said, "I don't want to get out of bed.  Can you get
in with me?  Is that okay?"

   "Um, yeah, sure." I said.

   I slid under the covers and enjoyed the sweet smell of perfume on her
sheets.  They smelled so much of her that I had to fight not to get an
erection too quickly.  I lost that fight.

   "Are you sure you're okay with this?" I whispered.  She mumbled a
pleased, "Mm-hm" as she snuggled back against me.  She giggled quietly when
she felt my erection touch her butt.

   "Would you feel more relaxed if we took care of that?" she asked.

   "Um...yeah."

   "Do you want to take your shorts off?" She suggested in a whisper as
though it would keep what we were doing more secret.

   I was past the point of thinking twice, so I worked my shorts down and
also got my shirt off.  I turned to my side again, facing her back in the
darkness.  She move back against me and encouraged me to wrap my arms
around her, and I did so cautiously.  I wrapped my arms around my sister's
small waist and she put her hands on mine where they rested on her stomach.
Being naked under the sheets, holding my sister, sent a tremor of nervous
anticipation through me.

   "Go ahead." she whispered.

   I gently began to push my penis upwards, guiding it a few inches along
her butt cheeks.  She held my hands a little tighter but otherwise was
still.  I drew myself back down and slowly pushed up again.  I could feel
her nightgown push deeper between her cheeks as my dick wedged into her
crack.  I slid myself up and down against her butt, holding her tight.

   After several moments of this, I could feel our bodies growing much
hotter and we were both beginning to sweat.  My penis ground against her
firm butt, sliding on the fabric of her nightgown.  Her hands were gripping
my arms tightly as we pushed together.  Suddenly she began to shift and
turn her body, holding my arms tight to her and forcing me to follow as she
rolled onto her stomach, pulling me on top of her and sighing contentedly.
She encouraged me to slide my hands to her hips, then put her arms under
her head.  She moaned happily as I resumed my thrusts.

   Laying fully on top of my sister was a feeling I couldn't fully grasp.
The excitement, the dangerous thrill of it was so much to take in.  I
concentrated on my dick, nestled between her fleshy butt cheeks as I rubbed
it up and down.  I couldn't believe we were like this.  I couldn't believe
my sister had just pulled me on top of her.  She had just given me
permission to use her body as I wished and as her moans suggested, she was
as excited about it as I was.

   Figuring I wouldn't get this chance again, I slowed my thrusts down and
took a firmer grasp on her hips.  I concentrated on sliding my penis as
deep between her cheeks as I could get them through her nightgown.  The
sheets stuck to my back as I pulled my hips back and moved them forward to
slide myself up.  I heard her release a breathy gasp and she rocked her
hips back a little, giving me access to as much of her butt as she could. I
took the hint and worked my cock through the grove again, and again, seeing
her smile in the moonlight.  I reached my arms up and placed my hands on
her ribs, just under her breasts where I could feel them against the edge
of my hands.  She moaned happily.  She spread her legs a little.  I wasn't
sure what to do about that, wanting to be careful.  I thrust a few more
times deep into her cheeks, and with each pull back, dragged the tip of my
dick a little further down each time.  In response, I felt her get her
knees under her a little, rocking her hips back more.

   We were both fully concentrating on this game now.  We both felt it when
her nightgown lifted higher and my dick slipped past the edge and pressed
against her panties.  The head of my dick was now just under the crest of
her buttocks and there was no way I could get her nightgown back down
without some embarrassing struggle.  So I cautiously pressed forward again,
and, though she seemed nervous like me, she didn't stop me.  My little
sister let me press my dick between her cheeks, right against her soft
panties.

   I tucked my dick deep against her panties, wedging it into her crack. 
Each slow stroke I made against her soft body felt incredible.  I closed my
eyes, gripped her hips again and ground against her slowly.

   I felt her moving and paused for a moment.  She was reaching down to her
waist and before I could figure out what she was doing, I felt her panties
slide down and catch briefly on the tip of my dick before being pulled
under the crest of her buttocks.  Her body trembling, she then pressed her
bare ass cheeks against my naked penis.

   It felt like my body temperature had just doubled and I started to
faintly see stars.  My body reveled in the feel of her skin, her naked skin
against mine.  I just lay there, enthralled at the warmth I felt from her
body.  I started to stroke my dick against her crack and was pleased to
feel it slide against her easily.  In fact, it slid really easily.  It only
took me a moment until my dick had burrowed right between her cheeks.

   She encouraged me along with a moan so I eagerly tucked my penis between
her butt cheeks as I looked at her face in the moonlight.  I even took the
liberty of lightly touching the top of my balls against the bottom of her
cheeks and really enjoyed hearing her happy groan.  Her skin felt so good
against mine, her cheeks were so smooth and warm.

   I began to stroke my dick through her ass enthusiastically.  She grunted
quietly as I jammed my cock up and down through her crack.  Her sweat and
my precum made the channel fairly slippery and I was taking full advantage
of it.  In the darkness, Sara and I, brother and sister, struggled together
under the bed sheets.  I gripped her chest firmly and pressed my body
against her lithe frame.  Knowing the end was near I allowed myself to lay
fully on her, breathing heavily next to her panting face.

   Finally there was nothing more to do than reach down and grasp her hips
tightly.  I strained forward as the head of my cock throbbed with
stimulation.  My balls tightened and I grunted against Sara's cheek as
myhips started to buck and my body started pumping hot semen between her
ass cheeks.  My cum squirted a little up her back, stopped where my stomach
touched and pooled between her cheeks.

   As I lay on her, gasping for air, she laid beneath me, cooing and
stroking my arms and rubbing her butt firmly against my pulsing dick.  She
kissed my cheek and encouraged me to wrap my arms around her and hold her
tight.

   After a few minutes I had recovered and was able to grab some tissues
from the box on the stand by her bed.  She quietly allowed me to clean her
up, letting me run the tissue along her back and between her cheeks where
my cum had pooled.  It was a very tender moment between the two of us.  She
was in complete surrender to me, granting me this very private, very
vulnerable moment with her.

   Her eyes never shined brighter than they did that night in the
moonlight.

   I thought of them all night after grudgingly leaving her room to return
to mine to sleep.

   Chapter 17

   I woke up late Saturday morning and enjoyed feeling the sunlight slowly
brighten the room as I hid under my covers.  Eventually my bladder
complained loud enough to force me out of bed so I threw my robe on and
made my way to the bathroom.  I took some time to force my hair into
something presentable and brushed my teeth, then slogged my way to the
kitchen to have some breakfast.

   There was a stillness in the house and I looked outside to see that my
dad's car was gone, and remembered that he and my mom were going out to a
craft show.  Wondering where Sara was, I peeked into a few rooms in the
house until I came across the open basement door and saw the light on.  I
made my way down the wooden steps and saw her standing over in the laundry
area, folding clothes which she was removing from the dryer.

   She looked up at me and smiled.  "Finally roll out of bed huh?"

   "Yeah." I rubbed my eyes.  "I didn't plan to sleep that long."

   "Hmm.  You must have had a good night." She said and gave me a coy
little grin.

   I chuckled.  "Yeah, actually I did.  It was a great night."

   She smiled, looking down and continuing to fold her underwear from the
dryer.  I watched her for a few minutes and appreciated how beautiful she
looked even when she had just thrown on her sweats and a tank top and
tossed her hair up in a ponytail.  She glanced up at me and caught me
looking at her and she smiled sweetly and continued folding.  She turned
and bent over to pull more clothes from the dryer and I continued to gaze
at her.

   I walked closer and sat on my weight bench a short distance from where
Sara was.

   Sara straightened back up and started to fold one of her white bras.  I
looked at it, smiling inwardly at the cute flower design stitched on the
cups.  I ventured to ask her what size bra she wore.  She looked at me
seeming to be surprised for a second and I realized it was the kind of look
she would have given me a month or two ago, before all this had started, if
I had asked her something so private.

   Her look turned to a light smile and she blushed.  "I don't know why
that made me feel embarrassed." Sara confessed.

   "Aw, that's cute!  You're feeling bashful." I remarked, smiling at her.
She smiled and looked away, blushing.

   She laughed and covered her face and then looked back at me.  She
stepped closer and held her bra out to me.  I took it and as she stood
there I turned it over and found the little tag by the back hooks.  Size B
cup.

   "Size B is pretty good, isn't it?" I asked, looking up.

   She raised her eyebrows, self-consciously taking her bra back. 
"Well...you tell me."

   There was silence for a second as I looked at her, but after a moment
she just raised her eyebrows.  Then I realized she was waiting for me to
say something.

   "Sorry, I thought you were..." I trailed off.

   She looked momentarily confused.  "Thought what?"

   "When you said that I thought you were going to show me."

   Her cheeks flushed and she fought back a smile.  "Alex!  You've seen
them!"

   "So you're not going to?"

   She hesitated just long enough to tell me she wasn't sure.  Then she
sighed, still trying to hide her sheepish grin, and lifted up the bottom of
her tank top.  Her shirt slid up and over and her teardrop-shaped breasts.
I felt my dick stiffen with the thrill of excitement as I looked again at
my sister's chest and watched her nipples contract as they met the cool
air. Then she slipped the edge of her shirt back down.

   Her eyes were shining but she was obviously self conscious as she asked,
"Well?"

   I looked up at her and smiled warmly and a little proudly.  "I think you
are absolutely beautiful.  They're perfect."

   She smiled and slowly returned to folding some clothes.  "Thanks.  I
wish that were true of all of me."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   She didn't turn to look at me but just kept working on the clothes as
she said, "I just wish all of me was that pretty."

   I looked at her for a moment, then said quietly, "Sara, everything I've
seen of you has been beautiful."

   She stopped working for a second, then looked over at me.

   "Alex, you must be the sweetest brother any sister has ever had."

   I smiled and shrugged.

   Sara leaned against the dryer and looked down.  "I don't know why, but I
woke up feeling really depressed this morning.  I just felt all fat and
ugly and stuff.  You're making me feel a lot better." She smiled.  "Even
though, to be fair, you haven't really seen some of me that closely."

   I ran through the last few weeks in my mind but wasn't sure what she was
talking about.  "So what have I missed?"

   She was quiet.

   "Sara?  You can tell me.  It's okay."

   She bit her lip and slowly walked up to where I was sitting on the
weight bench.  She stood in front of me for a second, then placed her
thumbs under the waistband of her sweats and slowly pulled them and her
light blue panties down, uncovering her pubic area down just past where her
thighs began.

   "I...I don't know if..." She stammered, nervously as she stood in front
of me, letting me see her pubic area.  "I don't know if I'm as pretty here
as you think I am everywhere else."

   I gazed in wonder as my sister let me look at this very private spot of
her body.  My eyes drank in all they could see of her mons, that light
mound that her pubes decorated and which ended in a small dent between her
legs.  I looked at that dent, the crease of skin that I knew became those
rounded lips which surrounded everything which made her decidedly a woman.
Between her legs flowed the light, golden-brown hair which began a few
inches below her bellybutton as a strip just under and inch wide.  Her hair
was trimmed shorter than it would naturally grow so there was still a
slight curl evident but just enough to make it look soft.  The scent of her
strawberry body wash surrounded me as I peered at my sister's body.

   "Alex..." She whispered self-consciously.

   I looked up at her.  "Sara, you are so completely beautiful." I said it
earnestly.  I felt warm.  Dizzy.

   I stood up, our eyes locked, and I stepped right up to her and wrapped
my arms around her.  She let go of her sweats and put her arms around me
and gasped into my ear as I ran my hands along her back.  The front of her
sweats and underwear were still partway down and my firmed erection was
pressed tight against her groin.

   Sara's hands slide to my stomach and she untied and opened my robe and
embraced me.  I nuzzled my face against her hair and ran my hands all over
her.  She started pushing me back down to the bench so I sat and she made
me lay all the way down.  I watched her step around the bench, her eyes
never meeting mine, until she was standing by my head.  Without pausing,
she lifted her leg and swung it over to straddle my face, reaching down and
pulling my head up.  My face pressed against her crotch and her hands held
me there firmly.  Her sweats and panties had pulled up a good way but with
a tug of my fingers much of her mons was exposed and she eagerly rubbed my
face against the exposed skin and hair.  My nose and mouth became filled
with the scent of her perfume and I realized part of it was my sister's
scent - an aroma that encouraged me on and fueled my desire.  I opened my
lips and felt her hair grind itself against my tongue and heard her moan
above me.  Her hips gyrated, rubbing herself all over me.  I wanted to get
her pants all the way down, wanted to touch her, taste her, to work my lips
between my own sister's legs!  Thoughts of passion were writhing inside of
me, things I'd been trying to suppress after that very first time she
offered herself to me.  My hands were on her hips, sliding her sweats down
and she did nothing to stop me.

   At that moment, however, we froze in panic, hearing footfalls on the
floor above us.  Sara nearly jumped off of me and frantically straightened
her clothes and hair.  There were footsteps on the stairway leading to the
basement where we were and I hurriedly sat up and wrapped my robe back
around myself, wiped the moisture from my face and tried to assume a
relaxed posture.  Sara had gone back to the dryer and grabbed a shirt just
as our mother arrived.

   "Morning you two!  Thanks for doing the laundry Sara." Mom said.  She
looked at Sara and me and back at Sara.  "Everything okay?" She asked.

   "Hmm?  Yeah, I just woke up a little bit ago." I said.

   "You both look a little flushed.  Are you feeling well?"

   Sara looked over at her.  "I was just hoping Alex would give me some
privacy to fold my clothes!" She said, acting a little annoyed.

   "Geez, sorry.  It's not like I haven't seen a bra." I said, standing to
leave.

   "Now you two, don't start bugging each other again." Mom scolded in her
kind way.

   I thankfully made my exit, leaving them to chat, and went upstairs.  I
saw my dad through the window getting a shopping bag out of the car and saw
a few more bags on the dining room table.

   I showered and dressed and when I saw Sara a little later we both
expressed how frightened we had been at such a close call.

   "Sorry I got so carried away." Sara said in a whisper.  We were talking
in the dining room and our parents were busy in the kitchen.

   "I'm not, though that was too close.  With mom and dad, I mean."

   "You didn't mind what I did?  I'm sorry.  I was a little worried."

   I took her hand and gave it a light squeeze.  "Oh no, I didn't mind it.
Not one bit."

   She grinned and squeezed my hand back.  "I'll remember that."

   Chapter 18

   Things in my life remained busy for the next week and a half. 
Assignments, work and occasional dates with Tanya all kept me occupied and
away from home almost every day.  It would have frustrated me to no end
except for something Sara had said to me on the following Friday before I
left in the morning.  We had both been talking about how stressed we were
(she was busy as well).  We both agreed that the pressure was taking it's
toll on our moods and also our growing friendship and closeness.  She had
thought for a moment, then giggled, leaned closer and said, "Well, I think
we need to do something special, don't you?" I had asked her what she meant
by "special" and she bit her lip and said, "Think we can get naked together
and behave ourselves enough?" Just like that, there wasn't just a light at
the end of the tunnel but a supernova.

   The thought of what we had agreed to made the wait bearable.  Even when
a full two weeks had passed, I was extremely anxious but I had not looked
at any porn or masturbated, and I was still patient with Tanya's reluctance
to be physically involved yet (after a month!).  So that Friday night,
after our parents went to bed and we were finishing a movie in the den, I
looked over at Sara and we smiled excitedly.  She got up from where she was
sitting and I leaned back against the arm of the couch and she lay against
me, pulling my arm around her.  Our decision to be so intimate tonight
inspired a tenderness and affection for each other that we had not had
before.  We had never sat together like this, my arms around her, her head
resting back on my chest, but tonight it seemed appropriate.

   Later that night we got up and shut everything off in the den. 
Wordlessly we walked together through the house and to my room, shutting
the door behind us.  She smiled at me and walked closer and hugged me.  I
wrapped my arms around her and held her close.  We looked at each other and
for a moment just looked into the other's eyes, smiling.  She bit her lip
and raised her eyebrows.  We let each other go to stand a few feet apart.

   "You ready?" I said in a whisper.  Excitedly, she nodded.

   We started to undress together.  I took my shirt off as she undid her
pants and pulled them down.  I glanced at her lifting her shirt off over
her head as I pulled my jeans down.  We both paused, standing there in our
underwear, to look at each other nervously but excitedly.  Looking a little
bashful, she reached forward and unhooked the fastener between her bra cups
and slowly pulled them apart to uncover her beautiful breasts.  Her nipples
hardened slightly with their exposure to the air.

   She tossed her bra aside and looked at me expectantly.  I hesitated for
just a second, then reached down and slowly pulled the front of my boxers
down as she watched.  I stepped out of them and stood back up, my dick
fully erect and pointing upward at her.  She just looked at it for a
moment, then up at me to smile.  She reached down to her panties and
returned the favor, sliding them down to uncover her gentle skin and her
small strip of hair that drifted down to hide between her legs.  She stood
up and adjusted her ponytail, smiled at me and nervously bit her lip as I
took in her beautiful naked body.

   She was so extraordinarily beautiful!  Her whole body seemed flawless
and toned, but curved and gentle.  It was strange as I saw similarities
between my sister's body and my own - her skin tone, similar shoulders,
good muscle tone.  Sara was also looking over my naked body as well, very
interested to see my strained erection.  She pulled a loose strand of hair
from her eyes, then looked up at me...and grinned.

   "It looks like you're ready, huh?" She teased.  "Do you want me to, uh,
bend over?"

   "God, yes." I said.

   She grinned and walked over to my bed and bent over, putting her hands
on the bed.  She lifted one knee up and looked back over her shoulder at
me. Her full cunt was showing - the large, fleshy lips of her pussy in my
full view.  She encouraged me to come a little closer, so I stood about
four feet behind her and started to stroke my dick as she watched.  I gazed
at her firm butt cheeks and her anus hiding between, but continued to stare
at her graceful, soft pussy lips.  I imagined how they would taste, how
they would feel to touch again as I stroked my dick.

   "Are you getting close?" She whispered.  When she saw me nod she said,
"Don't do it yet.  I want to enjoy this." and started to stand.

   I backed up and let go of myself, feeling awkward but trusting her. 
Sara sat down on my bed, facing me at first, and then turned herself to lay
down fully on her back.  She reached for my arm and drew me close and just
looked at me with an earnest look in her blue eyes.

   "We shouldn't touch...but would you get on top?"

   I didn't hesitate for a moment and quickly crawled onto the bed on all
fours.  My penis stood out in a very firm erection but I made sure not to
accidentally touch her.  Sara raised and spread her knees to let me crawl
closer and put my hands on the mattress on either side of her chest.  After
a moment's hesitation, I moved up a bit more, bringing my thighs against
the underside of hers so that my dick was above her stomach.  We looked
into each other's faces nervously.  I glanced down at her breasts, then
ventured a smile at her.  She smiled back.

   "You like them?" she asked.  I just grinned at her.  She reached her
hands up and slid them over her breasts and softly began to rub them in
front of me.  "Wish you were doing this?" She asked, obviously nervous but
trying to hide it.

   "You have no idea." I said.  I watched her fingers squeeze the soft
flesh and gasped internally as her fingertips trailed lightly over her
erect nipples.  With a quick shift, held myself up with one arm and reached
down to grab my stiff dick and started stroking.

   Sara looked down to watch my fist pump up and down the length of my
cock. She kept rubbing her breasts while I watched, pinching her nipples a
little more firmly.

   "Wish that wasn't your hand?" She asked.  I nodded, licking my lip but
not noticing that I did.

   "Me too." She said.

   I glanced at her face but she was still looking down at what I was busy
doing.  She let go of her breast with one hand and slid it down her ribs
and over her stomach.  I arched my back a little to get a better view as
her hand drifted across her pubic hair and down the front of a thigh and
back.  Slowly but very surely, her fingers made their way downward, crested
the hill of her mons and slipped to her pussy.  We were both mesmerized,
watching together as I pumped my dick about six inches above where her
fingers disappeared between her legs.  Her knees spread a little and
trembled and I reminded myself to slow my jerking as I watched her wrist
moving, revealing what actions her fingers were making.  I looked back up
to see her squeezing her breast firmly with her other hand, then back down.

   Sara started to pant, breathing hard, and trembling as she looked down
at my penis.  She bit her lip, moaning gently, then turned her hips and
bringing her pussy up further.  Her legs spread more and I felt her put her
feet on my calves, holding me tight with her thighs.  We were both very of
the sound of moist skin as her fingers worked and my fist stroked the drops
of precum along my shaft.  In another few moments she was gasping and
trembling as was I - panting into her face.  She let go of her breast and
put her hand around my neck, rubbing it firmly and grasping at my skin
desperately as she groaned and shook.

   "Sara, I'm going to cum..." I warned.

   "Oh god..go!" she groaned.  She pulled her hand back up from her cunt
and grabbed my shoulders.

   Sara's trembling legs held me tightly and her hips strained forward and
back.  In a few short strokes I began to ejaculate, spurting my semen all
over her stomach and chest.  She lifted her hips, moaning, until her crotch
touched my balls.  I didn't move and pressed my balls forward against her
moist flesh and grunted I shot more and more of semen onto her.

   It became too much for me to take and lowered my cock to let it touch
her, just above her pubic hair.  I pressed it against her cum-covered skin
and stroked my penis forward and back on her as she moaned and thrust her
hips.  I slid my penis all over her, rubbing a brother's cum all over her
smooth skin and into her strip of hair.  She grabbed my head and pulled my
face towards her and kissed me hungrily.  I let go of my dick and laid down
fully on her, my penis still sliding on her mons and stomach.  I wrapped my
arms around her and felt her breasts press into me as we embraced and
writhed against each other.  I rubbed my penis up and down on her as though
having sex and she moved her hips around with me, holding me tight against
her with her legs.  I felt her tongue touch my lips and within moments we
were French kissing, sliding our tongues around the others as we kissed
passionately.

   It seemed like an eternity until our climax began to subside and we lay
there together, holding each other close.  It was a strange feeling, what
we had just done together.  My mind was reeling as I thought of my sister,
lying naked under me, covered in my cum.  As I held her though and felt her
relaxed breathing and the beat of her heart through her breast, I couldn't
regret it.  And when she turned towards me and gave me a tender kiss with
her hand on my neck, I knew she didn't regret it either.

   We stayed like that, holding each other, completely naked, sweaty and an
overall mess until we woke up around five in the morning.  She got up,
slipped one of my blankets around her beautiful nude form, gathered her
clothes and left, giving me a sleepy but happy smile.
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