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 Title: Sibling Revival-ry Ch.  02


Summary: Sister leads the way to heaven.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Life with my sister settled back into the same routine.  We still had
our videos to placate our urges, and the parents didn't have a clue about
our little mutual masturbation party.  They were happy we were getting
along so well, attributing it to maturity.  If they knew the real reason,
they'd both have coronaries, of that I was certain.

   I was still a little freaked out about our conversation at the end of
that day.  My logical mind was trying to convince my sexual mind that there
had been a misunderstanding, and that despite her obvious enjoyment during
our self-gratification event, she didn't really say she wanted to fuck me..
I, logically, didn't want to fuck her either, as she was my sister, and
incest was wrong.  Wasn't it?

   But...  She's so pretty and has those great blue eyes and her tits are
just yummy and her ass is spectacular and her pussy is beautiful and wet
and it squirts...  That was my dick talking.  Letting him make decisions
could land me in a whole heap of trouble.

   It didn't help matters that she was being nice to me.  Not merely
brother and sister tolerating each other without starting a fight...  She
was actually nice.  She brought me drinks unannounced, shared snacks with
me, did me favours without bargaining...  You know, nice.  If we hadn't
worked things out, I'd think she was setting me up for a prank.  As it was,
I was worried she was setting up something else entirely.

   I wasn't sleeping well.  Before, I would dream about her body, and wake
up with a raging hard-on, eager to toss off.  Now, I'd have dreams about
her jumping me...  Full blown, suck my cock, fuck me silly sex...  While
everyone I knew watched us.  Our parents, grandparents, all my friends...
Everyone.  And of course, they all blamed me, and took her side.  Needless
to say, I didn't wake up from those nightmares with a woodie.

   While I tried to keep up appearances, inside I was a wreck.  I had to
clear the air.

   Natalie's door was ajar.  I knocked.  "Can I come in?  I need to ask you
something."

   She swung it open, smiling at me.  "Sure, baby brother!  What's on your
mind?" she asked, then lowered her voice, "As if I didn't know.  God, I'm
so horny, I swear I'm going to burst if we don't get a chance soon!"

   I followed her back in, to sit on her bed.  I guess she saw the conflict
on my face.

   "Uh-oh.  What's going on?" she asked, moving closer.  "Are you freaked
out over what we did?"

   "No.  I mean...  No.  Not what we did.  More like what we might do." I
looked at her fearfully.  "You said you couldn't trust yourself, that you
might do something."

   Natalie blew out a long breath, and smiled.  "Jeez, you had me worried
there.  I was just flirting...  giving you something to think about until
next time.  I guess I don't know my own strength.  Don't worry.  I'm not
going to rape you or anything.  We're just having fun."

   "Something to think about?" I laughed, shaking my head, "Well you sure
did that!  Frigging terrified me!  I was having nightmares."

   "I'm sorry," Natalie said quietly, and put her arm around me.  "Poor
baby brother!" she cooed, stroking my face.

   I felt better, but she was sitting awfully close to me.  Also, she was
pressing her boobs against my shoulder.

   ***

   The next day, I was listening to some music in my room when Natalie
burst in, visibly excited.

   "Guess what I just found out?" she giggled.

   "That you've lost your mind?" I replied.

   "No.  Well...  Maybe, but...  No!" she laughed, smacking me playfully.
"Mom and Dad are going away for a week!  Next week!  We can play all we
want!"

   My dick said 'Yippee!' My head said 'oh shit', still unconvinced that
Natalie didn't have more in mind.  It wasn't unusual for Dad to be away on
business, and it also wasn't unusual for Mom to join him, as she was an
'unofficial' employee of Dad's company, which was more of a family owned
business.  What was unusual was the duration, longer than usual...  and us.
We were unusual, and it was scaring the hell out of me.

   As if I didn't have enough to worry about, Mom went out later that day,
leaving me alone with Nats again, and her car wasn't even out the driveway
yet before my sister was standing in my doorway, grinning from ear to ear.

   "Why don't we use your room today?" she giggled, walking in without the
slightest thought that I might not be a willing participant.  She was
looking pretty yummy today, dressed to kill in a satin blouse that matched
her eyes, and tight jeans.  She didn't waste much time, unzipping her jeans
and wriggling out of them.  The string of a black thong peeked out of her
ass crack, matching the bra she showed me seconds later as the satin blouse
came off.

   I was still laying on the bed, unable to keep from ogling her body,
especially her jiggly boobs, threatening to fall out of her bra.  My dick
was wide awake, and when her bra hit the floor, it made the decision for
me, standing up and making my crotch very crowded.  I started to strip.

   "That's better...  I thought I was doing a solo there for a minute!" she
laughed, winning the race to naked by a wide margin.  She tossed her thong
on the pile of clothes, grabbed a pillow, placing it on the foot of the
bed, and taking the visitors' dugout .  She laid down.

   I finally caught up, dropping my underwear.  I knelt on the head of the
bed, as the home team, and let her make the first move.

   Natalie spread her legs, and got busy, fingers flying across her pussy.
I retrieved a small tube of lotion from my bedside drawer, coated my cock
with a coat of it, and followed her lead.  It was quiet in the room, just
slightly increased breathing to indicate our activity.  The occasional
moan, and a few wet, squishy noises came next.

   "Can I ask you for a special favour?" she whispered, her eyes closed as
she circled her clit with one hand, and tugged her nipples with the other.
She really was hot to watch.

   "What's that, Natalie?" I asked, stroking smoothly while staring at the
moist, pink recess of her open pussy.  Her lips were parted, swollen with
lust.

   "When you cum, shoot it on me..." her eyes opened, "...  Please?  I love
the feel of hot cum on my skin.  Please?" she begged.

   Well, I could do that.  It's not too different from what we did before.
I'd actually got a little on her then by accident, and she'd done the same
to me.  I would just move a little closer when the time came.  The obvious
question, that escaped me at the time, would be how often she had been the
target of said hot cum.  I was learning all sorts of things about my
sister.

   "Sure Nats, I'll cum on you.  On your tits?" I asked.

   "Oh yes, that's perfect.  Cum on my tits!  Just the thought of your hot,
thick semen on me makes me excited.  I'm getting close...  are you?" She
had two fingers drilling for oil in her cunt, but my eyes were locked on
target ; the large, round, shapes of her beautiful breasts, and her tall,
tightly puckered nipples.  The motion of her arm made her boobs quiver
slightly, focusing my attention even more.

   "Oh fuck yeah...  I'm real close," I growled, picking up my pace.  I
shuffled down the bed, stopping beside her chest.  I looked at her face for
a second, and saw her eyes, smoldering with desire, glued to my rapidly
jerking hand and hard cock.

   "Yeah, that's it bro...  Cum of my tits!  Cum on your sister's big
tits!" she moaned.  "Do it!"

   I did, spewing a thick trail of goop all over her breasts, nipples and
cleavage.  I grunted through it all, panting hard.

   "Oh my god yes!" Natalie screamed as I hosed her down.  Her body
clenched, and she arched her back off the bed.  When she finally relaxed,
her eyes opened, and she smiled up at me.  I flicked the last drop of juice
from the end of my cock.

   "Oh yes, thank you so much, baby brother!" she hissed, trailing her
fingers through the gooey icing.  She palmed her breasts, spreading my load
across them, and up her chest, rubbing it into her skin, before licking her
fingers clean.

   I watched her display of utter lewdness, and felt the change.  My sister
was an absolute slut, of that there could be no doubt now.  If this is what
she wanted, I'd be happy to empty my balls on her big tits, anytime.

   Yeah, my big sister was a slut...  and I liked it!

   I erased and redrew the mental line I wouldn't cross with her.  Every
time I did, the line got blurrier, less distinct, and harder to find.

   ***

   The intervening week took exactly seven days to pass, but felt much
longer.

   The day finally came.  Mom, Dad, Natalie and I piled into the car, and
headed for the airport.  Two hours later, we returned, sans parents.  The
drive home had been quiet.  Natalie was the chauffeur, and hadn't had a lot
to say.  I was beginning to think she was mad, and wondered if I was the
target.

   We made it in the door, and I had to ask her the elephant question.

   "So, Sis...  My room or yours?"

   Natalie exhaled loudly.  She turned to look at me.

   "Yours, I guess, but I have bad news.  I can't join you today.  I mean,
I'll be there to watch, but nature is against us, or me anyway," she said
sadly, "dammit!"

   "Huh?" I asked, confused.

   "My fucking period showed up this morning...  Now do you understand?"

   "Oh," I replied, finally getting it, "crap.  I can wait, too, then."

   "No you won't!" she gasped.  "I've been waiting for another cum shower
for long enough!  I may not be able to get myself off, but I can provide
inspiration for you." She did the model pose thing, hand behind her head,
hips cocked, then laughed.

   "Wait a minute!" she giggled, "We are alone for a week!  Why be all
cramped in your room?  Let's use the family room.  More comfortable."

   Five minutes later, I had retrieved one of my favourite skin flicks from
my room, and fired it up on the big screen TV, taking a seat on the leather
couch.

   On screen, a blonde with huge tits was sucking a black dick that
wouldn't have looked out of place on a horse.  I couldn't help reacting, my
dick hardening rapidly.  Natalie was right ; we were alone, so I pulled my
dick out, and did what comes naturally.

   Natalie walked in, looking at the movie on the screen.

   "Holy shit!  She's gonna feel that one, tomorrow!" she laughed, then
looked at me.  "I see you started without me.  And after I fussed!" she
smiled, gesturing to her outfit.

   Natalie's favourite colour was blue, like her eyes, and with her blonde
hair, it really looked good on her.  Her attire now was no different.  A
blue satin robe reached mid thigh, hiding her top half but looking
spectacular.  Her legs were bare, smooth, and ended in a sexy pair of high
heels.  I began to wonder what, if anything, was under the robe.  Despite
the fact that the girl on screen was bent over and Mr.  horse-dick was
ploughing her from behind, Natalie had my attention.

   She smiled again, untying the sash, and turning away to tease me.  The
robe slowly slid off her shoulders, then dropped to the floor, leaving her
standing before me in a sparkly blue bikini that my mother had obviously
not bought for her.  Her ass looked fantastic, and I think she knew it,
jiggling it suggestively.  She spun on her heels, showing me the front. 
Yeah, no doubt Mom had never seen this suit before, and never would.  It
barely covered her nipples.

   "What do you think, little brother?  Do you like it?" she asked, swaying
slowly.

   "Duh!" I laughed.  "What's in it's not too shabby either."

   Natalie laughed and turned away again, shaking her ass at me.  She began
to dance keeping time with the cheesy soundtrack music from the porn movie,
moving closer until her ass was nearly in my face.

   "How about a lapdance, Sir?  I'll give you a deal."

   I was stroking slowly.  She lowered her butt almost into my lap, nearly
touching my dick, and lifting away.  Turning toward me, she shook her big
tits inches from my face, again nearly touching.  She was pretty good at
this, teasing me enough to make me stroke a bit harder.  Sliding lower, she
squeezed her tits together, making a nice line of cleavage less than a foot
from my cock.

   "Do you like my tits?" she cooed, already knowing the answer.  I nodded.
"Wanna see more of them?"

   I could play along with her game.  I had to admit, she was driving me
crazy with this routine.  Watching her dance and jiggle her tits and ass
for me was getting to me.  I nodded again.

   She turned her back, wiggling her ass in my lap again, this time grazing
my stroking hand with her firm rump.  The strings of her top, tied in a
neat bow, were right in front of me.

   "You do the honours," she sighed, brushing her ass across my hand again.
I grabbed the end of the string with my teeth, and tugged.  "Thank you,"
she said quietly, sliding her ass up and down against my hand, then
standing.

   When she faced me again, the untied strings were trapped in the crease
under her big boobs.  She grabbed the ends, holding them taught, and
dragged them straight up, pulling her tits up with the top.  She lifted
higher, until her boobs slipped out, bouncing nakedly into view.  I
groaned. She whipped the top off over her head, holding her arms straight
up, and shaking her tits again.  They swung and bounced wildly,
unrestrained, and I groaned again.

   She turned away, and this time, didn't even hesitate to rub her sexy ass
in my lap.  The contact was no longer accidental.

   The small part of my brain that held desperately to the side of the line
dividing incest from sexual abandon spoke up, reminding me that my sister
was touching me in a sexual manner, and that was wrong.  The little guy
controlling my dick had his fingers in his ears, chanting 'la la la, I
cannot hear you!' over and over.  He pushed a button, and my hand moved out
of the way, letting her rub her luscious rear end directly against my hard
cock.

   Now she joined me when I moaned.  "God, that's hot!  And hard!  Does it
feel good for you too?"

   "You know it does, you slut!  So fucking good!  I'll bet you wish you
had somewhere to put your fingers now, don't you?" I growled, undulating my
hips to grind against her harder.

   "Thanks for fucking reminding me, asshole!" she giggled, slipping away
from me and dropping to her knees.  She cupped her boobs and jiggled them
for me.  "Are you going to cum on my tits sometime today, or what?"

   "Oh, alright!" I groaned, feigning aggravation as I stood.  My hand,
resumed it's rhythm, pumping furiously.

   "You do that really good, baby brother.  One would almost think you'd
done it before," she laughed, bouncing her jugs in her hands.

   "Once or twice," I grunted.

   "Ooooooo, sounds like someone's getting closer.  You like the thought of
shooting your hot sperm all over me, don't you?  I'll let you in on a
secret," she whispered, smiling up at me, "I like it too!"

   I growled back, panting harder as I my balls readied their cargo for
shipping.  Natalie rested back on her haunches, shaking her big breasts for
me, when a smile even more wicked than the one she had been wearing crossed
her face.  She scuttled closer, her face inches from my dick.

   "Here," she moaned.  "Shoot it here!"

   Did you ever see the Mythbusters episode, where they load an old cement
truck full of a few tons of am-f-o, and blow it to smithereens?  How one
second, the truck was there and the next, it simply...  wasn't?  I swear,
that's what happened to my mind; one second it was there, then my sister
asks me to cum on her face, and...  it's gone!

   "Oh fuck, Natalie!  Oh fuck, uhn, fuck...  FUUUUCK!" I groaned, and
exploded in her face, coating her with shot after shot of creamy icing. 
She sat there serenely, eyes closed, mouth barely ajar, moaning softly, as
I blew my wad all over her pretty face, hair and neck.  Drips and drops
adorned her tits as well, but most of it shone wetly on her sexy
countenance.  Somewhat surprisingly, I didn't get any in her eyes, although
several tiny drops clung to her eyelashes.  When my hand was pumping out
empty chambers, I stopped, breathing heavily.  Her eyes fluttered open.

   "Natalie...  That's got to be the hottest, most disgusting, most
incredibly sexy thing I've ever seen!" She giggled, and smiled.  "Would you
mind if I took a picture?"

   She thought for a second.  "For your eyes only, right?"

   "Of course."

   "Promise?  Even if you're pissed at me, no one ever sees it, right?

   "I promise," I said, holding my hand up like I was taking an oath.

   "Then go ahead, but hurry...  It's running."

   I reached into my pocket, down around my ankles, and yanked my phone
out. I framed her on screen.  She closed her eyes, and I took the picture.

   "One more, eyes open?  Please?  You have such pretty eyes," I asked. 
She opened her eyes.  "Perfect!" Click.

   "One more," she said, smiling lasciviously.  "Ready?  Three, two, one,"
she counted down, extending her tongue to lick her lips as I took the
picture.  She wasted no time scooping as much of the gooey glop into her
hungry mouth as she could, while I took one more pic for posterity.

   "I had no idea you were such a bad girl, Sis.  You've always acted so
proper, when you weren't being a pain in the ass, anyway, " I said quietly.


   "That's what we bad girls do...  Hide in plain sight!" she giggled,
licking her fingers.  "Fucking period!  I could really use an orgasm right
now!" she cursed, standing and walking out of the room.  "What do you want
for dinner?" she asked as she disappeared out the door.  "Pizza?"

   "Done!" I said, flopping back on the couch.  Her bra was sitting there,
and I wondered if she'd answer the door to the pizza guy dressed the way
she was.  Maybe I'd seen too many movies.

   I promised Nats that I wouldn't get myself off again until she was back
in the game.  She wanted a big load to welcome her, and after three or four
days of abstinence, she'd sure get one.

   ***

   I woke the day after my lapdance, feeling terrible.  My urges had
rewritten the line again, and now I was regretting it.  Sure, Natalie was
fine with it, so one could argue that I should be too.  No one was doing
anything to the other, only with the other, but the little voice was still
begging me to stop.

   Natalie, on the other hand, wasn't.  She wasn't wanting to stop, she
wasn't regretting anything, and she wasn't wearing anything, either.  I
went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast, and found her cooking naked.

   "Jeez, Nats...  I know Mom's not here, but don't you think you should
put something on?" I asked, amazed that I would suggest such a thing.  If
she was my girlfriend instead of my sister, I'd keep her naked and in bed
every second I could.  Of course.  I'd also be fucking the daylights out of
her right now...  ploughing her pussy...  sucking those fabulous tits... 
Oh god!  I was getting hard again, tenting my shorts.

   "Are you sure you want me to get dressed?  Part of you doesn't, that's
for sure!" she laughed, pointing at my crotch.

   "Look, Natalie, if you want me to save it for you, you can't be teasing
me for four days," I said, appealing to her own urges.  "It's not fair.  No
one has that much self control!"

   She smiled and took a few steps toward me, letting her hips wiggle more
than necessary.  I stepped back, but she kept coming, until I ran out of
real estate, backed literally into a corner, and onto a chair, with a thud.


   "But what if I want to tease you," she breathed, leaning over, closing
the gap between us to inches.  Her eyes were sparkling, flitting across my
face, and her pouty lips parted slightly.

   Oh God, I thought, she's gonna kiss me for real!  She hung her ripe
melons in face, then straddled me, bridging her legs to stay just above my
lap.

   Her lips were closer, and I felt the firm swell of her breasts pressing
into my bare chest.  The little voice was suddenly speechless, but I was
frozen in place.  Her stiff nipples dented my skin.

   "Just messing with you, bro!" she chirped, spinning away from me and
bolting upstairs.  "I'm going out.  See you this afternoon!" she called as
she went.

   I looked at my chest.  Funny, there didn't seem to be anything there,
but it was almost as though I could still feel her tits against me.

   My little voice moved the line again.

   ***

   Two days later, we were in the family room again.  Natalie was propped
up on one end of the leather couch, legs spread, fingers furiously trying
to make up for lost time.  The movie playing was one from her secret
collection this time, surprisingly an all girl film, with a mixture of body
types, from skinny /athletic to buxom and voluptuous.  Natalie's eyes were
alternately taking in my hard cock and scene on screen, which was currently
a brunette munching a blonde's pussy enthusiastically.

   I wasn't complaining.  Girl /girl scenes were high on my hot list, and I
was watching quite intently as well, though I did turn to look at my sister
quite often.  She was pounding three fingers home, making squelchy, sucking
noises with her pussy, literally dripping wet.  A small puddle was forming
under her ass.

   Natalie was moaning loudly, watching as the brunette flicked her tongue
around the blonde's clit, and dipped it into her gooey pussy.

   "Oh fuck, I love oral!" she gasped, continuing to work her fingers into
herself.  "Do you?" she hissed, surprising me yet again.

   "Giving or getting?" I asked, the words barely out of my mouth before I
realized how stupid that was.  I doubt there was a man on the planet that
would turn down a blowjob.  "Sorry, that was a dumb question, wasn't it?"I
laughed, watching the movie and stroking firmly." Yes, I like to lick
pussy."

   "Any good at it?" she moaned, whimpering urgently.

   "What?  Is there a test?  I've only had a few chances.  No one
complained," I replied, wondering where this was going.

   "Oh god, l could so use a tongue on my clit right now!" she groaned,
looking at me, begging without saying a word.

   My little voice started to clear his throat.

   "Are you sure, Natalie?  Once we do this, there's no going back."

   She mulled it over for a few seconds, proving she wasn't a complete
slut, but in the end, desire won out.

   "Yes...  I'm sure...  I know it's wrong, but I can't help it!  I'm
begging you...  please lick my pussy!"

   Silently, I moved into position.  She pivoted her body, so I could
kneel, putting her feet on my shoulders, and pulling me closer.  When my
face got within reach, she grabbed my hair and tugged, trying to pull my
mouth onto her cunt.

   "Please!  I need to cum so bad!  Uhn, please!"

   I could smell her.  The bright pink interior folds were visible, and
visibly soaked, as her engorged labia pouted open, like a sexy orchid. 
Both hands were in my hair now, and her hips were rising and falling.  I'd
never seen anyone so completely lost in need.

   "Please...  please...  please..." she hissed.

   She was my sister, and right now, only I could help her.  I pointed my
tongue, and touched her clit.

   "YESSSSS!" she gasped, twitching her pussy.  "DON'T STOP!  EAT ME!"

   Remember when I found the towel she squirted on, and tasted it?  How
about when she sprayed my hand, and I licked it off?  Then she fed me some
of her juices by hand.  Every time, it was delicious.  Now, I pressed my
lips around her pussy, and tasted the source directly.

   Ambrosia, mixed with honey, butter and brown sugar.  Something along
those lines.  Now she'd done it.  There was no way to stop me.

   I plunged my tongue deeply, probing her moist crevice for more of the
succulent fluids, finding them aplenty.  Natalie's legs wrapped tightly
around my head, making escape impossible, but who was trying to escape,
anyway?  Certainly not me.  I sucked, licked, flicked, caressed,
explored... slurped, slorped and generally consumed her sex, while she
moaned gleefully.

   Natalie twisted her body and gasped again when my tongue swirled around
her clit.

   "Oh yes...  Right there!  Please, right there!  Don't stop...  Don't
stop...  Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop!"

   I didn't, concentrating my attention on her little love bud, sucking it
in between my lips, and she went nuts, screaming obscenities that were
muffled by her thighs attempting to crush my skull.  I heard something like
'm...  ming', and my world got very wet.

   She squirted...  gushed...  sprayed...  flooded...  pick a descriptive
for a sudden influx of moisture, they'd all apply, and my tongue was the
cork.  Her prodigious output was way more than I could handle, splashing my
face, and dripping off my chin down my chest.

   Finally her thighs quivered and released me, her body slumping limply,
slipping off the couch.  Her eyes were open, but unfocused, her breathing
ragged and desperate, while she moaned softly.

   I let her recover, while I surveyed my wet chest.  Well, I was foolish
enough to stare down the barrel of a loaded gun, so getting hosed shouldn't
have been a surprise.  Suddenly, something pushed me over, onto my back.  I
turned to see Natalie smiling at me.

   "In the future," she laughed, taking my temporarily neglected but still
rock-hard cock in her small hand, "if anyone asks if you're any good at
licking pussy, you may answer honestly that you're fucking incredible!  To
that I will attest!  Now...  My turn!  "

   She pounced on me, stuffing my dick into her mouth, and sucking
fervently.  Her lips danced along my shaft, pairing with her wet tongue to
rapidly bring my balls to a boil.  She bobbed, licked, stroked and sucked,
cupping my balls with her free hand, and moaning encouragement, until the
fuse was well and truly lit.  My hips started an involuntary fucking
motion, and she knew what was cumming next, looking into my eyes.

   "Oh shit, Natalie...  I'm cumming!" I grunted, filling her mouth with
scalding semen.  She gulped it down, but she had asked for a big load, even
making me abstain, so the volume was more than she could handle.  The
excess dripped down my shaft, but she was conscientious with her cleaning,
only sitting up when she'd consumed every drop.  She licked her fingers,
and giggled.

   "So, I guess we're way beyond naked videos on our phones, huh?" she
laughed.

   "Um, yeah," I chuckled, sitting up and holding my fingers an inch apart,
"just a smidgen."

   "Then I guess," she whispered, getting that look in her eye again,
"there's no reason not to do this." She stood, stepped over and straddled
my lap.  She mashed her chest into mine, and kissed me hard, and much more
enjoyably than the last time her lips had touched mine.  Then, it had been
a distraction, but this was far more passionate.  "Thanks for helping me
with my...  um...  problem.  You're the best brother ever."

   ***

   The phone rang.  I was in the kitchen, and answered it.  We were
probably the last family in town that had a phone...  with a cord!  Not
quite a museum piece with a rotary dial, but still a wall phone with a
tether.  We had cordless ones elsewhere in the house, but time had stood
still in the kitchen.  It was Mom.

   "Hi Mom!," I said, genuinely happy to hear from her and Dad.

   That's when Natalie walked into the kitchen, and I knew I was in serious
trouble.

   She was naked, and had that look in her eyes.  You know, that look... 
like a tiger gives to its prey, just before the fur flies.  I was only
wearing my underwear, not much beyond naked myself.  She started to caress
my crotch, pressing her body against me, and generally doing everything she
could to break my concentration.  It's not like I could run away, as the
cursed cord had me anchored in place, and I couldn't tell Mom what might
have been distracting me.  Somehow, I don't think she'd understand.

   I was holding it together pretty well, doing my best 'palace guard'
impression and ignoring her antics.  Mom was giving me the rundown on their
trip so far, and asking me how things were going at home, another question
I couldn't answer honestly.  The conversation was going smoothly...  until
Natalie found my weakness.  Well, any man's weakness, really.

   She quickly dropped to her knees, peeled my shorts off, and...

   I gasped.  She surprised me, engulfing my semi erect dick in her warm,
wet mouth.  My reaction did not go unnoticed on the other end of the line.

   "Are you okay?" Mom asked.  "You made a funny sound."

   "Hmmmm?  Oh...  Yeah Mom, I'm fine," I said, trying desperately not to
sound like someone was sucking my cock,, let alone that the sucker was my
sister.  "Um...  the TV's on, and something I saw surprised me." Like my
cock disappearing into my hot sister's mouth, for starters.

   Mom's voice started to sound like it was getting farther away.  My head
was starting to spin as Natalie's lips worked their magic on my cock. 
Mom's words broke through the haze, just in time.

   "So, what's Natalie been up to?  You two are getting along okay, right?
I know she can be difficult, but try not to forget she's your sister."

   "Okay Mom, I'll try to, um, remember that," I said as evenly as possible
through clenched teeth.  If only there was a mute button on this old phone,
I'd have a chance.  As it was, Natalie had me literally by the balls, which
she was tonguing right now, driving me insane.  I went old school, covering
the receiver with my hand, and hissed at her.

   "For god's sake Natalie...  I'm begging you!  Please...  not now!  You
know who this is!  Are you trying to get us killed?"

   She stopped licking my scrotum, and smiled up at me.

   "No," she whispered, "just seeing how well you can concentrate.  You're
doing well." She dropped her mouth over my shaft again, sucking with more
fury than before.  Her hands were a flurry of activity, stroking me,
diddling my balls and grabbing my ass.

   "Honey, did you hear me?" I heard distantly, "I asked if your sister was
home?  If so, I'd like to talk to her."

   "Um, sorry Mom...  I'm in the kitchen." I mimed 'you phone talk' to
Natalie, who was watching me intently with her big blue eyes while she
sucked me silly.  She shook her head, and sucked harder, bobbing up and
down.

   "No, Mom...  Um...  Natalie...  No...  Not home...  Um..." I stammered,
reaching the limit of my ability to resist her.

   "I'm only getting parts of what you're saying, Honey.  That old kitchen
phone must finally be packing it in," Mom said, thankfully coming to a far
less damning conclusion than I had hoped.  "I should let you go anyway...
long distance and all that.  Say 'Hi' to your sister for me.  I Love You."

   "Will...  do...  Love you, too.  Bye." I dropped the receiver on the
hook, and took a deep breath, looking down at my slut sister, her lips
stretched over my shaft as her head moved up and down.  She was asking for
it.

   I grabbed her head with both hands, and started to fuck her face.  Her
mouth made sloppy, wet, slurping noises, and she moaned, grabbing my ass
with both hands as well.  She pulled my rod deeper into her mouth.

   "You started it, Natalie," I grunted.  "Now you're going to get it! 
Swallow this!"

   My balls erupted, bathing her tonsils with all the gentleness of an over
pressurized firehose.  She gulped and swallowed, but had no chance to keep
up.  I continued to fuck her mouth, and she gagged, streams of cum running
out of the corners of her plump lips, trickling down to drip off her chin
onto her tits.  When my hips stopped their involuntary motions, she was
able to catch up, sucking the dregs from my balls with an enthusiastic moan
of glee.  Finally she pulled away, her lips popping as they slipped off the
end of my dick.  I leaned against the wall, and she sat back on her
haunches, an obscene fu manchu moustache of cum around her mouth and chin.

   "Mom," I panted, watching her lick her fingers , "says Hi."

   Natalie started to giggle, cum strings swinging from her chin.  When I
laughed back, she escalated, and within seconds we were both howling. 
Eventually, we wound down, but I couldn't keep a straight face.  She had my
cum all over her.  If Mom only knew what her precious daughter had been
doing while we talked.  Well...  I'm sure she wouldn't have found it as
funny as we did.

   We had three nights left before our parents came home.  I wanted them to
be special.  Later that afternoon, I tracked her down in the backyard.  She
was getting some sun in that bikini, the one that would give Mom a stroke.
I sat next to her.

   "Natalie," I said, "will you sleep with me tonight?"

   "I'd love to, but our beds are too small," she replied.

   "Well...  you know...  there's a perfectly good king-sized bed going
unused for three more days," I suggested, arching my eyebrows.

   "Mom and Dad's bed?  Are you crazy?  We couldn't do that!" she gasped.
"Could we?"

   "I won't tell them if you don't," I laughed.

   "Fair enough," she smiled, "You're on!" She thought for a few seconds,
then turned to me and peeked over her sunglasses at me.  "You know... 
sleeping together could lead to, well...  Sleeping together.  Are you okay
with that?" Her blue eyes reached into my soul, and beat the little voice
into submission.

   "A few days ago?  No...  Now?  In for a penny, in for a pound," I said,
surprising myself.

   "Okay!" she giggled.  "I look forward to it."

   Hours later, after a nice dinner together...  not another pizza...  My
sister actually cooked, and it was good...  I was in my room, listening to
music.  Natalie had been flitting around the house like a moth on crack all
evening.  I got the district impression she was excited about something.  I
know I'm just a man, and hence as dumb as a post when it comes to reading
women, but even I could figure this one out.

   She raced past my room in the hallway, and I heard the TV in my parents
room come on.  They had a bigger flat screen than either of us, so I
figured Natalie was just getting comfortable.  About an hour later, I heard
a voice.

   "Oh honey, are you coming to bed?" She was playing the domestic thing
full tilt.

   "Soon!" I called out, without moving.  Tomorrow was Saturday, so neither
of us had any classes or jobs to attend.  Time was not an issue.

   I guess soon wasn't soon enough for her.  A minute later, she peeked
around the corner.  I would have expected her to be naked, given she had
been sans clothing about half the time since our parents left, but she
wasn't.

   She stepped in wearing a beautiful baby-blue negligee.  Styled like an
evening gown, long, and softly draped across her from the waist down, it
snugly encased her upper body in satiny lace, wrapping up over one
shoulder. A teardrop cutout put her cleavage on display.  She looked
incredible, and I was speechless.

   "Wow!" I gasped, when I was able, "that's some nightgown.  Yours?"

   Natalie laughed.  "No...  This is far beyond my budget.  It's Mom's. 
I'm actually surprised she didn't take it on the trip.  Maybe it doesn't
fit anymore," she wondered, tugging at the fabric that cradled her
magnificent breasts so nicely.

   "Well it sure fits you!" I grunted.  "Um, Nats, I know we're going to be
using their bed tonight, but...  Isn't wearing Mom's nightgown a bit much?
Sleeping with my sister is freaky enough.  Don't bring Mom into it too." My
little voice had found something else to scream about, but in so doing, had
attracted my dick's attention.  I suddenly wondered what Mom's even bigger
tits would look like spilling out of that gown.

   "I was just going through her closet, found it, and wanted to try it on.
Don't you think it's pretty?" she asked, twirling for my inspection. 
'Pretty' didn't quite cover it ; it was gorgeous.

   "Yes it is, and so are you," I replied, taking in the view.

   "I'll take it off before we go to bed, I promise.  But," she laughed
moving closer, "you should see some of the other stuff I found in there. 
She's got lots of lingerie, and some of it's a bit kinky.  Who knew our
Mother was a sexpot?"

   Who knew my sister was an incestuous slut?  I thought, declining to
comment on my Mother.

   She smiled at me, and wiggled her sexy ass to the doorway, where she
paused and looked longingly over her shoulder.  "Are you...  cumming... 
Darling?" she giggled, and left without waiting for an answer.

   "Ooooooo boy," I breathed, "I'm in so much trouble."

   I turned off the music, and followed her, dousing my light as I left. 
It was only a few steps to my parents room, but felt longer.

   When I walked in, Natalie was nowhere to be found, but seconds later she
reappeared out of Mom's closet, thankfully naked again.  That negligee had
thrown me for a loop.  She slipped into the bed, and that's when I noticed
that there were satin sheets on it.

   "Were these sheets on here before?" I asked, my mind filled with images
of my Mother writhing on the bed, luxuriating in the sensual feel of the
satin on her skin.

   "No, I'm washing the ones that were, and found these in the closet too.
Negligee, lingerie and satin sheets...  you do the math.  I figured we'd
have fun with these, then change them back, later," she said evenly.  "They
feel wonderful!" she giggled, rubbing the fabric over her breasts.  She
slid it down, showing her nipples, which were standing up like radio
antennas.  "See?"

   I guess there's no point fighting this, I thought, joining her in the
bed.  The sheets really did feel great.  She was giving me a look.

   "Um, what are you doing?" she asked, crossing her arms under her
abundant chest, making her breasts look even more enticing.

   "Coming to bed?" I asked, knowing it was an incomplete answer.

   "Well...  had a shower, and brushed my teeth, before I came to bed.  I
also I got undressed."

   "Yes dear," I sighed, easing out of the bed.  I dropped my underwear,
and headed for the shower.  When I returned, in about ten minutes, Natalie
was watching porn on the TV.

   "Look what else I found?" she giggled.  "In Mom's underwear drawer! 
Along with two vibrators and a twelve inch dildo.  She's got good taste in
porn though.  The girls are all very hot, with nice, big tits.  I mean,
look at the rack on her," she gestured to the brunette on screen, with
implants so big they almost looked painful.

   "I think she overdid it a bit!" I groaned.

   "Well yeah, I guess she did, but what do you, personally, think of
breast implants?, she prodded.

   "Why the sudden interest?" I asked, looking at her gorgeous boobs.  "You
sure don't need to worry about it.  Your breasts are perfect!"

   "Thank you," she blushed, "I'm just curious what you think, that's all."


   "Honestly?" I laughed.

   "Of course," she replied.

   "Well," I exhaled, "I, personally, feel that boobs are great, and within
the parameters of a nice body, the bigger they are, the better.  Natural is
preferable, but I myself don't care if a woman's tits are original
equipment, or aftermarket accessories.  As long as they're present, naked,
and accessible."

   "Fair enough," she giggled, turning off the TV.

   The room went dark, but I felt her move beside me.  The soft, warmth of
her body gently slid on top of me, until her chest was pressed firmly into
mine.  I sensed her breath, warm and sweet, then felt the delicious
softness of her plump lips on mine.  This kiss was neither a distraction
nor a thank you ; rather, this was an invitation, one I'd happily accept.

   When I was five, I thought I wanted to marry my sister, because I loved
her.  Cute, but naive.  When I grew up a little, I was told that having
such thoughts about my sister was wrong.  Then we grew up...  oh boy, did
she ever...  and I started to lust after her sexy body.  After much
consternation, I had recently decided that given the chance, I would not
refuse her charms.

   I kissed her back, for the first time, and once she felt my willing
participation, her lips parted, eagerly admitting my tongue.  She was a
really good kisser.  It took about twenty minutes for us to come up for
air. I rolled us over, and she cooed happily, wrapping her legs around me.

   "Do you really think my breasts are perfect?" she asked quietly.

   "Nah, I just said that to get you into bed!" I laughed.

   "But, we were already in bed...  " she questioned.

   "See?  It works well!" I snickered.  "Flattery so powerful it effects
the flow of time!"

   "Uh huh.  Right," she laughed.

   "Yes, Natalie," I relented, "I think your breasts are perfect, but if
you tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it.  Gotta keep up appearances."

   Her lips were back on mine, and one hand was trying to guide my cock
into her pussy's enthusiastic embrace.  I pulled away from her kiss.

   "Wait...  Shouldn't we at least use a condom?" I asked.

   "Nope.  Pills," she gasped.  "Need cock, please!"

   "What about diseases and stuff?" I added, oblivious to how that sounded.


   "I'm gonna pretend I'm not insulted by that," she laughed, not so
oblivious to the way it sounded.  "I assume you have always used rubbers
with your girlfriends, right?" I nodded.  "And I can assure you that I've
done the same with my boyfriends.  So that makes each of us virgin
territory, sexual contact wise.  I want to feel you, inside me."

   I would probably caved under much less logic than she used, since the
head of my cock had found a nice warm, wet place to rest.  Her hips
wiggled, and I slipped deeper into her juicy orifice.

   "Oh fuck, that's it!  Come on, little brother...  Fuck me!" she hissed.
"Fuck me good!"

   I pushed, and Natalie let out one, long, moaning exhale of ecstasy,
grunting when I reached bottom.

   "Oh my god...  I thought it looked big...  but it FEELS HUGE!" she
moaned, biting my shoulder as she tried to adjust to the sensations.  "Hold
still for a sec!" She let out a few Lamaze-like puffs, her hands softly
stroking my back.  "Okay, that's better.  I'm ready, just be gentle,
please."

   "Natalie, we don't have to do this," I offered.  "I don't want to hurt
you." She kissed me again.

   "That's sweet of you, but I want you to fuck me.  I've wanted to feel
your big dick inside me since I saw you in the shower that day.  I guess my
eyes were bigger than my pussy," she laughed, "but once I get used to it,
I'll be fine, and it will feel incredible.  I speak from experience. 
Now... Please...  Give it to me."

   Always give a lady what she wants.  One of the few things my father ever
taught me about women, I doubt it was intended as a guide to sex with my
sister, but I don't imagine many nuggets of wisdom were gleaned for that
purpose.

   Gently rocking my hips back and forth, I started giving her short little
strokes, just an inch or two to start, but enough to get her moaning her
enjoyment softly.

   "Oh yes, baby, that's it...  Nice and easy.  It feels good, baby
brother...  your nice cock up my pussy...  so good."

   Natalie's hand caressed my butt softly, gently patting me when she was
ready for more energetic loving.  At least, that's what I assumed it meant,
an unspoken communication that seemed to coincide with her vocalizations
nicely.  Like spurs to a horse, she patted me, and I went faster.

   "Yes!  Fuck me, baby!  Fuck my pussy!  Ahn!...  More!...  Harder!... 
Harder!" she gasped, shifting her hands farther up my back, her legs tight
around my waist.  I leaned up slightly to gain some leverage, letting me
give her longer strokes that ended by slamming hard into her sopping wet
cunt.  Judging from her comments, she was happy with my new plan.

   "Oh YES!...  UHN!...  UHN!...  UHN!...YES, FUCK ME!...  FUCK ME!... 
YOUR COCK FILLS MY PUSSY SO GOOD!...  SO FUCKING GOOD!"

   The incredibly snug fit of her pussy was combining with my enjoyment of
giving her pleasure, and her wonderfully descriptive expressions of sexual
joy, to increase my own excitement level rapidly, until I had to ease up or
explode.  I transitioned into a slower, deeper grind, concentrating my
attention on her clit.

   Natalie's jaw clenched, barely visible in the near darkness that my eyes
had become more adjusted to, and she groaned...  a groan that started in
her toes, becoming an almost feline growl as I crushed her sensitive
clitoris against the base of my cock and pubic bone.

   "My god!" she breathed, her body beginning to quiver as she approached
her zenith.  "My fucking god!" Her lips sought mine in a desperate kiss,
and her breathing came in ragged bursts of anguished need.  "Please don't
stop!  Right there!  There!  THERE!  OH GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!  FUCK ME!... 
FUCK ME NOW!"

   My hips needed no second request, shifting immediately into overdrive,
drilling her long, hard and deep at a pace previously untested.  Natalie
screeched, no longer using words to express herself, merely wailing a
melody of rising and falling notes that reverberated through the quiet
house and reached out into the neighbourhood.  I grunted with the exertion,
but also at the approach of my own climax, which arrived like a freight
train, absolutely unstoppable.

   Natalie's pitch altered slightly when she felt my cock flex and spew
inside her, and she pulled me tighter to her body, clawing at my back.  Her
hips undulated, milking me for every drop of cum I could produce.  Her
screams came to an abrupt halt, and she began to coo softly in my ear.

   "That's so good, little brother.  Cum in me.  Fill my hot little pussy
with your cum," she whispered, "I love it!"

   We held each other, both of us spent, rapid, ragged breathing and
pounding heartbeats the only sounds, but still filling the room to
deafening levels.  My body was coated with sweat, as was hers.  She tasted
salty when I kissed her, just before rolling off to lay beside her.

   Natalie cupped her hand over her dripping pussy, and scooted out of bed
toward the bathroom.  A few wet pussy farts wafted out, making me laugh,
and she responded in kind, her girlish giggles echoing off the tile
surfaces on the way to my ears.

   I saw her shadowy figure slide back into the bed beside me, snuggling
tight against my side.  She put her head on my chest and wrapped one leg
over my midsection in complete silence.  Her warm breath tickled me
slightly, and I shivered, but she just moved her hand over the spot,
solving the problem, and staying in place.  Several long minutes of quiet
breathing followed.

   "Little brother...  I've got to say, you're pretty good in the sack!"
she finally laughed.  "Somehow, I didn't see myself saying that at any
point in my life...  At least up to a few months ago, anyway.  You really
made me cum big time."

   "But no squirts," I chuckled.

   "No," she replied, "it's pretty hard to squirt with your big dick inside
me, corking me closed.  That only happens with an empty pussy, Made me
dripping wet, if that's any consolation." She rolled her head back and
kissed me.  "It was wonderful."

   We fell asleep in each others arms soon after, but she woke me well
before dawn, her lips on my cock until she had restored an erection that
quickly found a home inside her again.  She rode me eagerly, hanging her
big, soft tits in my face, urging my lips to her stiff nipples, a place I
was quite happy to put them.  I suckled dutifully while she played cowgirl,
tall in the saddle.  She came twice before she ran out of steam.

   This time, we spooned, me behind her, snoring happily until an arousing
dream woke me and my little friend.  Natalie's body felt so warm in my
grasp, that I had to slip into her from behind,

   "Mmmm, that's nice," she whispered, "so nice to wake up to."

   Twenty minutes later, after escalating from gentle, sleepy sex into a
frenzied fuck that had one of Natalie's legs pointed at the ceiling while I
ploughed her hard from behind, I came again.

   "I've always liked it from behind," she whispered, clenching her cheeks
against me.

   "Me too," I replied quietly.  "What about in your behind?" I asked,
joking.  She had one more surprise for me.

   "Oh yes!  I love anal, although, I think your dick might take some
getting used to!" she giggled.  "Didn't think your big sister took it up
the ass, did you?"

   "No, I did not," I replied, still stunned.  Conversation petered out
until it was non-existent, replaced again by the deep, even breathing of
sleep.

   ***

   "Hi Mom, when did you get home?" I asked, opening my eyes and finding
her standing over me.  There was something wrong...  This wasn't my room.
The body next to me stirred.  Oh right...  Natalie and I were having sex,
that's all.  I looked back up at Mom, and she wasn't there.  Natalie rolled
over to face me, but it wasn't Natalie anymore.  It was...  MOM!

   ***

   "Holy shit!" I exclaimed, sitting bolt upright in bed.  Natalie had
rolled away when I suddenly freaked out, waking us both from a sound sleep,
and now she turned to face me.

   "Are you okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned.  Her hand stroked my
chest.

   I grabbed her, roughly mauling her breasts and handling her body.  Yep,
she was my sister, NOT my Mother.

   "Ooooooo...  I like the rough stuff!" she giggled.

   "Thank God it's you!" I gasped, flopping back in bed.

   "Who'd you think I was?" she asked, smiling at me.

   "Never mind," I exhaled, "just a bad dream." One that I'll be keeping to
myself, thank you.

   "Well, I'm awake now," she laughed, sliding out of bed.  The sound her
body made on the satin was remarkable, like angels whispering
'sssssssexxxxxxy'.  She stood quickly, her boobs rejoicing in their freedom
by jiggling wildly.  "Thanks to you...  and last night's activities...  I'm
starving!  What do you want for breakfast?"

   "Surprise me," I answered, unable to process much other than the images
from the dream.

   "Be careful what you wish for..." she sang, skipping down the hall.

   When she returned, wearing a huge smile and nothing else, of course, she
had a tray of toast and jam, which she happily shared.  It took mere
minutes to reduce the toast to a few renegade crumbs.

   I watched Natalie's tongue licking drips of jam off her plump, sexy
lips, and my dick started to rise, not unnoticed by her.  She reached under
the sheet, finding the pole that had caused the tent, and smiled.

   "It would appear that someone is hungry for something else," she
giggled, stroking me.  She laid back.  "Bon appétit."

   I took her again.  Then again in the shower...  the kitchen...  the
family room.  The floodgates were open now, and we fucked all over the
house, like newlywed rabbits.  Between rambunctious bouts of sweaty
lovemaking, we would retire to 'our' bed, recharging with numerous naps.

   I woke several times to various, shorter versions of 'the dream', less
terrifying, but still in my head.  Why was I suddenly obsessed with my
Mother?

   Sunday morning, our last full day alone, I woke in bed alone.  Last
night we had continued our durability test on our parents bed...  five
times.  Natalie was insatiable.  She had offered me her ass, but we decided
to save that until needed, when her pussy was either worn raw, or during
her period.

   The smell of bacon was drifting up from the kitchen, so I knew Nats was
cooking us breakfast.

   I thought of the weird dreams I'd been having, and the lingerie Natalie
had found, and our Mother's newly discovered, by us at least, sexuality.  I
had to know.  I really hadn't seen Mom in a sexual way before, but now, it
was overwhelming me.

   I leapt out of bed, opening and closing drawers until I found the one I
was looking for.  A dozen or so bras, of various levels of utility and
sexiness, sat stacked neatly inside.  I lifted one and read the tag.  36F.
Next one.  36F.  That was enough for me.  Mom was a cup size and a couple
of inches more top-heavy than my sister.  Also an inch or so taller, and
more 'mature', her rump a little fuller and well rounded.

   I walked downstairs naked, a full blown erection bobbing before me. 
When I entered the kitchen, Natalie didn't look at me, busy cooking.  She
was wearing an apron...  you know what they say about cooking bacon in the
nude being a bad idea.

   "Nice to see you're up," she said, still watching her work.  I moved in
behind her, slipping my hands into the apron, cupping her breasts gently.
Me hard dick also found the crack of her ass.  A little grin crossed her
face.  "Nice to see he's up, too.  I was afraid I'd broken him last night."


   "Nah, just bent him a little.  A bit of a nap, and he's good as new," I
whispered in her ear, fondling her softly.

   "Well, sit, it's ready," she laughed, looking down at my hands on her
breasts.  "That is, if you can pry your hands off my tits!"

   I reluctantly withdrew, sitting at the table.  I sat, but my little
friend didn't, remaining at attention.  Natalie put the plate of food down
in front of me, smiled, and dropped to her knees before me.

   "Save me a little bit of that," she whispered, pointing to the plate, "I
see my appetizer here." Her mouth slowly lowered over my cock, sucking
gently.  It was a long, slow, luxurious blowjob, seemingly endless. 
Natalie took her time, consuming me like a stick of delicious candy, until
the pleasure she was providing was just too much.  My thighs quivered, and
I erupted.  She was ready for this one, and swallowed every drop without a
spill.

   Bacon, eggs, and a blowjob...a pretty good way to start the day, and
what a day it was, a blur of fucking and sucking that wore me out.  That
night, we actually slept in bed.

   Well...  mostly anyway.

   Monday morning, we got up early, did the laundry, and put everything in
my parents room back to way we found it.

   Natalie stood at the front door, her hand on the knob, silently.  We
were headed for the airport, to pick up Mom and Dad.

   "I guess this is it, isn't it?  We have to go back to being brother and
sister." She turned, a small tear in her eye.  "I'm going to miss you."

   "Nats, we'll still be together, and I'm right down the hall.  I know
it's not the same, but we'll get our moments to be alone.  We will never be
just brother and sister." I kissed her, feeling her pain through her lips.
"Okay?"

   "No," she sniffed, "but we've got to go.  Tally..." she tried to force a
laugh.

   "...  Ho!" I finished, and out we went.

   At the airport, Mom and Dad arrived, right on time.  I high fived Dad,
pretty much the extent of our emotional connection, while Nats and Mom
hugged each other.  When she finished with my sister, Mom turned to me.

   "There's my young man!" she beamed, and pulled me in, mashing her huge
tits into my chest.

   Damn, those tits feel so good, I thought, suddenly unable to feel
anything but.  36F.  Lingerie.  Porn.  Dildo.  Satin sheets.  Hmmm.

   "Welcome home, Mom!"

   *********************

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