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 Title: The First Time I Noticed Ch.  03


Summary: The weekend at the lake continues for Ian and Alexis.


Keywords: inc,fic



   "Want a beer?" I asked, my head buried in the fridge.

   "No, thanks," said Lex, somewhere behind me, "just water for now."

   "Actually," I said, "I think I'll do the same.  It looks like we both
worked up a pretty good thirst."

   I opened a cupboard to grab two glasses and then filled them at the
sink.

   "Here you go," I said, turning around to find Alexis standing naked
right behind me.

   "Thanks," she said, then kissed me.  She wrapped her arms around my
shoulders and pulled me in close.  I could feel her boobs against my chest,
and my cock dangled between us.

   "You're ah...welcome," I said, "but it's just a glass of water."

   "Not for the water, Ian," she said, "for...um...before."

   I could really be an idiot sometimes, and I obviously still wasn't quite
thinking clearly.  Still, I could sometimes be witty.

   "Before?" I asked, teasing her.

   "You know," she said, "back in the bedroom."

   The girl who was a sex crazed nympho just minutes ago had suddenly gone
all shy on me.  Sometimes I really didn't understand women.  In the
bedroom, it seemed I could do no wrong, but with a change of scenery to the
kitchen just a few feet away, I somehow couldn't read her.

   "The bedroom?"

   "You're really going to make me say it, aren't you?" she said, seeming
genuinely annoyed.

   "Yeah," I said, hoping I wasn't pushing her too far.  "I am, because it
sounds so hot when you say it.  So say it, Lex, say what you're thinking."

   "Thanks for fucking me until I screamed," she said, and she kissed me
again.  God she was hot.  If she had started blowing me right there in the
kitchen, I don't think it could have been more erotic than hearing her
thank me for fucking her.  I had shot two loads in the last hour, but I
could feel my cock starting to swell again.  My sister was a goddess.

   "You're welcome," I said, "Anytime.  And thank you."

   "You're welcome, too," she said, as she started caressing by shoulders,
then my arms, then my back, and finally my ass.  That felt good.  Too good.
I returned the favor and explored her body with my hands, ending at her
amazing ass.

   "Lex," I said, "we'd better stop if we want dinner."

   "Your mouth says stop," she said, "but your cock says go."

   It did.  Just that little bit of touching had me back to half-staff and
growing.  I was standing there slack-jawed, wondering how this feat was
even possible.  Alexis was also gazing down, but instead of looking as
astonished as I felt, she looked eager and flushed.

   "Well, my cock may be saying go," I said, "but my stomach agrees with my
mouth.  I need to eat."

   "I suppose you're right," she said, looking disappointed, "but remember
when you said 'anytime'?"

   "Yeah."

   "I'm going to hold you to that," she said.  "Don't think for a minute
that I'm done with you."

   Sex goddess Lex was back, and my head was spinning.

   "OK," I said, "but first, dinner."

   "What are we having" she asked.

   "Well," I said, poking my head back into the refrigerator, "let's see
what we have in here.  There's burger, some chops, a package of brats. 
Some stuff for salads.  There are some cold cuts and cheese.  We're
actually pretty well stocked for just a long weekend."

   "How about you grill up the bratwurst," she said, "and I'll make up a
salad."

   "Sounds good," I said, "but I think I better get dressed before I start
grilling."

   "Why?" she asked.  "It's just us out here and the place is totally
secluded."

   "I'm not worried about anyone seeing me, Lex," I said, "but I'd rather
not cook naked in front of a hot grill."

   "I see your point," she said.  "Do I have to get dressed?"

   "Might be a good idea," I said.  "I'm not sure we can get through dinner
if you don't."

   "Another good point," she said.  "Sometimes you're not as dumb as you
look."

   Yeah, we were still siblings, even if we had just finished a wild sex
romp.  She turned and headed for the bedroom, and I made sure I didn't miss
a second of watching her walk away.  I was borderline obsessed with her
ass. Once she stepped through the door I wandered over to my bag to grab my
things, then I remembered that I had disrobed in her room and the clothes I
had been wearing must be scattered in there, so I headed that way.  The
door was ajar and I stepped through.

   "Hex Lex," I said, "I left my clothes..."

   She was standing in front of the mirror, playing with her boobs.  And
while yes, I was obsessed with her beautiful ass, her boobs were also
nearly perfect and watching her playing with them was hot.

   "Sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to just barge in.  I mean, I guess I did
just barge in.  Anyway, my clothes are in here."

   Yeah, that was eloquent.

   "Why should you be sorry" she asked.  "It's not like you haven't seen
them, or touched them, or watched me touching them, like I am right now."
She got this dreamy look in her eyes, and continued massaging her boobs and
tugging on her nipples.  Her breathing was getting deeper, and faster, but
then she seemed to snap out of her little trance.

   "Anyway," she said, "I was just kind of checking myself out, wondering
if they're actually nice or not.  They're really sensitive, especially my
nipples, but are they, you know, nice?"

   "Ah, yeah, Lex," I said.  "Are you back on this whole crisis of
confidence about your self-image thing again, because you're seriously the
hottest girl I know, and I'm not just saying that because we just had sex.
That's one fucking awesome rack you have there."

   "You really think so, huh?"

   "Yeah," I said, "I really do.  I've even had a couple of my friends
comment on how hot you are.  Well, former friends, you know, because I had
to kill them, you being my sister and all."

   "What friends?" she said, suddenly curious.

   "Never mind that," I said.

   "What, are you jealous?" she said.  "Afraid one of your buddies is going
to steal me away from you?

   "Something like that," I said.  "Anyway, the one is an idiot.  I mean,
he was totally right about you being hot as hell, but he's still an idiot.
The other you wouldn't like anyway."

   "Why not?" she asked.

   "He's a stoner," I said, "which is probably why he was dumb enough to
talk to me about how he wanted to bang my sister.  Guys say stupid shit
when they're high."

   "I hate stoners," she said.  "I'm not too big on stupid people either."

   "Good," I said.

   "Also," she said, "neither one of them is you, so you have nothing to
worry about."

   "I like the way you think, Lex."

   "Thanks," she said, "now what were you saying about my rack just a
minute ago."

   "You have an awesome rack, Lex," I said.  "I want to play with those
things so bad right now."

   "And did your stupid friend or your stoner friend like my rack?"

   "Oh yeah," I said.  "Everyone likes your rack, except for Josh."

   "Josh from the baseball team?"

   "Yeah," I said, "he's a D cup guy."

   "And mine are small," she said, looking a little let down.

   "Yes," I said, "they're small, Lex, but there's nothing wrong with that
because they're also high and firm and sexy as hell."

   "Oh well, you can't please everyone," she said.

   "I'm glad you're starting to think sensibly about these things," I said,
"because while there may be some people who don't think your boobs are
perfect, most guys think they're spectacular, and I'm one of them."

   "You always know the right thing to say," she said, and gave me another
kiss.  A luscious, soft, sexy kiss.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, the
notion that I was supposed to be getting dressed so we could make dinner
was floating around, trying to make its way to my conscious mind, but the
feeling of her lips on mine and her body against mine was overwhelming me,
and my cock was starting to do the thinking.  I reluctantly broke our
embrace.  We stood just apart from one another, breathing deeply.  My
finger mindlessly trailed along her collarbone and down the center of her
chest, drifting across the mound of her breast.  She inhaled sharply as I
grazed her nipple.

   "Dinner," I said, quickly removing my hand from her.  "Remember dinner,
Lex?"

   "Ah...yeah," she said breathlessly.  "Dinner."

   "Why were you here again?" she asked.

   "My clothes are in here," I said.

   "Right," she said.  "Get dressed and start the grill.  Maybe if you
cover that thing up I can focus long enough to toss a salad."

   She looked down between us and I followed her eyes.  My cock was again
standing at attention.

   "Doesn't that thing ever rest?" she asked.

   "No idea," I said, "but it's going to have to wait right now."

   I quickly gathered my things and dressed myself, tucking my cock into my
shorts and hoping it would ease down with the distraction of making dinner.

   "You need to get dressed too," I said, "or we'll never eat."

   "Eat what?" she asked, and then grabbed my hand, pushed it against her
pussy, and started gently rotating her hips.  My fingers quickly found
their way to her clit, and she shuddered when I first brushed her nub.

   "I have something you can eat," she said.  Sweet Jesus.  Her pussy was
warm and wet, but tempted as I was, I stepped back.

   "Dinner, Lex." I was almost panting, and that one step away drained
almost my entire reserve of will power.  She was irresistible.  So much for
easing down.

   "OK," she said, "but you're going to miss these." She grabbed her boobs,
squeezing them and pinching her nipples.  Then she turned around and arched
her back, brazenly pointing her ass at me.  This wasn't helping me ease
down at all.

   "You'll miss this, too," she said, looking over her shoulder.  Then she
swatted herself in the ass.

   "Fuck," I muttered.

   "That's the idea," she said, "but not right now.  Get out and go light
the grill while I get dressed." She swatted the other cheek.  "We'll save
this for later."

   I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to survive the
weekend, and it was only Friday, but I turned and left the room anyway, my
cock making a ridiculous tent in my shorts as I made my way to the patio to
light the grill.

   I stepped out of the cabin and onto the deck.  It really was beautiful
here.  The view looked down over a lawn, our small, private beach, and then
the lake.  The whole thing was surrounded by tall, stately pines, and our
nearest neighbor was at least a mile away.  Since we had come up the night
before, we had the lake to ourselves as well.  Most of the other people who
had cabins there didn't come up from the city until Saturday.  Since we
were in a small cove and nobody lived directly across from us, even on the
busy weekend days we were isolated unless someone happened to go past the
cove in a boat.

   I walked down the few steps from the deck to the patio where we kept the
small grill and lit it so I could cook up our brats for dinner.  It would
take a few minutes for the grill to get hot, so I went back inside to grab
a beer, and then returned to the deck to soak up the scene.  It was a
perfect early summer day.  It was warm and sunny, and there was a cool,
gentle breeze blowing in from the lake.  Could life possibly get any more
perfect?

   "Did you get one for me?" Alexis asked.

   Life just got more perfect.  My sister stood before me, a vision of
loveliness.  She had slipped into a light, pleated sun dress.  With the sun
at her back I could see her silhouette through the gauzy yellow material.

   "Did you get one for me?" she repeated.

   "One what?"

   "A beer, Ian," she said.  "Did you get me a beer?"

   "Oh, ah, sorry, no," I stammered.

   "I guess you like the dress," she said, then did a little twirl.

   "You look beautiful," I said.  "Pull up a chair.  I'll get you that
beer."

   "Thanks," she said as I headed for the fridge.

   I found her kicked back in a patio chair with her feet up on the railing
of the deck, her gorgeous legs on full display for me.

   "Here you go," I said, handing her the beer and leaning up against the
railing next to her.

   "This place is so beautiful," she said.  "Thank God mom and dad could at
least agree on keeping this in the divorce.  They couldn't agree on the
time of day without starting a fight, but they kept this.  I guess it had
some kind of magic for them, too."

   "Memories of better times, maybe," I said.  Our parent's marriage hadn't
ended well, but they had once loved each other, and Alexis was right - the
place did have a certain magic.  Maybe it was the isolation, or the breeze
off the lake, or the smell of the pines, but every time we came here our
troubles seemed to just melt away.

   "That grill ready yet?" she asked.

   "Should be," I said.  "Let me grab those brats."

   I wandered back to the kitchen, grabbed the brats out of the fridge and
a pair of tongs out of the drawer.

   "OK," I said, returning to the deck, "let's get these babies cooking."

   I opened the package of bratwurst and laid them out on the grill.  I was
already hungry, and the sizzle they made when they landed on the hot metal
added to my appetite.  There was something about being outdoors that just
seemed to make everything taste better, and what could go better with
dinner than the sun, a cool breeze, the smell of pines, and good company.

   "Will they take long?" asked Alexis.  "I'm famished.  It was
a...ah...busy afternoon."

   "About ten minutes," I said.  It was indeed a busy afternoon.

   "Good," she said.  "We have some time to enjoy the view."

   "We have all weekend for that," I said, "and the view got better when
you came out."

   "Did it?" she said.  "Does this help?" She pulled her dress up above the
knee, exposing the rest of her calves and part of her thighs.  They were
sun kissed and athletic.  Only a matter of hours had passed since I woke up
to looking at her amazing ass on the beach, but now I couldn't imagine
being away from her.

   "Well?"

   I snapped out of my reverie.

   "Definitely," I said.  "Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?"

   "No," she said, "but thanks."

   Shy Alexis was back, it seemed, but only a little shy, because she hiked
up her skirt another few inches, flashing more leg at me.  I wanted to
crawl between those luscious bronzed thighs.

   "Don't forget about those brats," she said.

   "Oh, ah, right," I said.  I really needed to focus.  I turned over the
brats on the grill.

   "Looking good," I said.

   "Am I?" she said.

   "You know, Lex," I said, "it's not always about you."

   "It's not?"

   "No," I said, "but you're looking good too.  For now, though, you need
to stop distracting me from my job here." And I was oh so easily distracted
by her.  It looked as if her skirt was a little higher, again.  God, those
legs.  Mmmm.

   "OK," she said, then she lowered her skirt back down to her knees. 
"Better?"

   "Sadly, yes," I said.  I was so enjoying the view, but that would have
to wait until after dinner.

   "Too bad," she said, "I like distracting you."

   "Well, you're good at it," I said, "but for now we should stick to the
view the cabin provides.  It's nice too, you know, and I don't want to burn
our dinner." Besides that, I thought, I still had a great view of her
calves.

   "I think I'll just soak up a bit of sun while you finish with those,"
she said.  Then she leaded back in the chair and closed her eyes.  She was
a vision of beauty, but at least for the moment she wasn't doing anything
overtly sexy, and I could focus on not burning the meat.

   My mind cleared, and I began to wonder at my incredible good fortune. 
The weekend started with great expectations.  Having come up on Thursday
evening, we had three days and three nights to spend in a magical spot in
the north woods.  The forecast called for beautiful early summer weather
with mild temperatures and cool breezes.  We had plenty to eat and drink.
And even after our weekend was over, we had a long and carefree summer to
look forward to.  Just when I had thought that things couldn't get any
better, fate provided the most astonishing twist, and here I was, alone in
a perfect place, with the most perfect mate, my sister.

   "How are they coming?"

   "Almost there," I said, "They'll just be another couple of minutes.  Hey
- what about that salad you were going to make?"

   "Already done," she said.

   "When did you do that?" I asked.

   "While you were out here earlier, enjoying the view," she said.  "I'll
go gather everything up while those finish cooking."

   As she stood up and turned to go into the cabin, her dress swirled
around her and the sun shined through it silhouetting her fantastic figure.
I was transfixed again, watching her cross the deck and enter the cabin. 
If she was aware of me gawking at her, she didn't let on, but the sway in
her step was captivating regardless.

   "Bring an extra plate for the brats," I called to her.  "They're almost
ready."

   She returned a moment later with plates, utensils, condiments, and her
salad.  She had even found a jar of sauerkraut in the fridge.  And what was
a brat without kraut?  She handed me an extra plate and I removed the brats
from the grill and turned off the burners and the gas.  Dinner was ready.

   "You must have been a waitress in a previous life," I said.  "You toted
that all out here like you have six hands."

   "I'm a waitress in this life," she said, as she laid everything out on
the table.

   "Doh!  I forgot about your off-campus job," I said.  "I bet you get good
tips."

   "Not bad," she said.  "They're better if I wear tighter jeans."

   "I'll bet," I said, imagining her in a pair of jeans that showcased her
superb ass.  My mind wandered again as I daydreamed of caressing those
sumptuous globes.  In my mind's eye, I peeled off those jeans, revealing a
lacy pair of booty shorts hugging her shapely hips and firm cheeks.  The
feel of them was amazing, and...

   "Earth to Ian!"

   "Huh," I said.  "Oh, ah, sorry.  Let's, um, let's not talk about your
tight jeans anymore until after we eat."

   "What?" she asked.  "Are you telling me I can distract you just by
talking about tight jeans?"

   "I have a vivid imagination," I said apologetically.

   "Apparently so," she said.  "Now let's eat."

   Seeing the food laid out before us on the patio table, our hunger
finally caught up to us and we dug in.  I quickly polished off a huge plate
of Lexi's salad.

   "This is really good," I said.  "How'd you do this?"

   "I just tossed in whatever I could scrounge up in the fridge," she said.
"There's no magic."

   "All I saw was a bag of lettuce.  There may not be magic," I said, "but
you do seem to have a knack for conjuring up good things to eat from odd
assortments of stuff."

   "Must be from my restaurant work," she said.  "We get all sorts of
strange orders.  Sometimes I try out some of the weird combinations during
my breaks or after my shift, so I discover things that are good that I
might not have found in a cookbook."

   "You should open a cafe," I said.  "Every day the special can be
whatever you have too much of lying around."

   "That's already what the special is in every cafe," she said. 
Apparently I had a lot to learn about the restaurant business.  My summer
work was in a big box home improvement store, so my knowledge of food was
pretty much limited to eating it.

   "Good to know," I said, "but this is still delicious."

   "Thanks," she said.

   The salad gone, I tore through three brats, piled high with kraut.  Lex
had practically swallowed her first brat whole and was putting together
another.  She was usually a pretty light eater, so I guess she really was
famished.  You can work up quite an appetite having wild sex.

   "Another beer?" I asked, my plate finally clean.

   "Yeah," she said, digging into her brat.  "That sounds great."

   "Coming right up!" I said, and quickly fetched two bottles from the
fridge.

   "Need a glass?" I called to her from the kitchen.

   "Naw," she yelled back.  "Just the bottle is fine."

   "You can run the bar in my restaurant," she said as I returned to the
deck and handed her one.

   "I think I'll stick to hardware," I said.  "All I did was open a bottle.
A bartender has a lot more to learn - like a million different drinks and
ten orders coming in at the same time."

   "Sure," she said, "but I think you could handle it.  How many different
items do you sell in your store?"

   "I don't know for sure," I said, "maybe forty or fifty thousand.  It's a
big store."

   "And how many can you find without having to look them up or ask
someone?"

   "Most of them, now," I said.  "I took a few shifts over winter break and
didn't have to look up anything.  If I don't know the specific item, I
usually know the general area where it's shelved.  Anyway, what's the point
of all this?  You've never expressed any interest in hardware before."

   "I don't have any now, really," she said.  "I'm just making the point
that if you can find tens of thousands of items on store shelves, you can
learn a few hundred drink recipes from a bartender's guide."

   "I suppose so," I said.

   "And you always just take it in stride when people ask you to do a bunch
of different things at the same time."

   "Yeah," I said.  "Doesn't bother me, I just keep at it until I'm caught
up."

   "And you're good with people," she said.

   "Am I?"

   "You are," she said.  "I've seen you at work.  You're always friendly
and professional.  And my friends all think you're really nice."

   "They do?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "They think you're hot, too, but that's beside the
point."

   "Which friends think I'm hot?" I said, my curiosity piqued.

   "Never mind that," she said.  "And didn't we just have this conversation
about me before dinner?"

   "That was different!" I protested.

   "Different how?" she asked.  "You're off limits to my friends and all
other women right now."

   "Staked a claim, have you?"

   "Yup."

   "Me too," I said.  How on earth did we get here?  I had just declared
myself to be in an exclusive relationship.  With my sister.

   "Ian?" she said.

   "What's on your mind, Lex?"

   "Are you still sure you're okay with this, now that your belly is full
and your mind has been off of sex for at least a few minutes?"

   "I am," I said.  "You?"

   "I am too," she said.  "I really am.  But I'm wondering how this is
going to work when we get home.  Out here, at the cabin, we can do what we
want when we want.  Nobody will care if we hold hands, make out, walk
around naked all day, or fuck like rabbits on the deck."

   "That's a good list," I said, taking her hand.

   "Thanks," she said, squeezing my hand and smiling at me.  "But we can't
do this at home, and I don't know how we can even be around each other
without giving ourselves away.  Even dad isn't that oblivious.  I can
barely look at you without wanting to wrap myself around you.  Dad's used
to us just being us.  He can handle settling fights between us.  What will
he do if he sees us actually being nice to each other?"

   She made some pretty good points.  Our father, Edward, was a very busy
lawyer.  Although his breakup with our mother had been ugly, he was always
very loving with us and never spoke badly of her to us, even though we all
knew she had it coming.

   Dad was inattentive at times.  He blamed it on his demanding career, but
mom didn't see it the same way.  She just thought he loved his job more
than he loved her.  She got bored, then cheated, and he found out.  He
forgave her, but the cheating continued, eventually getting to the point
where she started sleeping with his friends.  Lex and I hated what she was
doing, but she was still our mother and she loved us, so when the
inevitable divorce came we did our best to stay neutral.  We both felt mom
was more to blame than dad, however, and when they finally split we both
chose to stay with dad.  Mom moved out, and it was just the three of us in
our family home.

   "Well, Lex," I said, thinking out loud.  "Dad does tend to be focused on
his work all the time, but I agree - even he would notice if we started
making out on the sofa in the living room or were fondling each other's
asses in the kitchen."

   "Smartass," she said.

   "I'm kidding," I said, "I know he'd notice a lot less than that, but I
don't know what we can do other than try to be discrete.  It helps that
neither of us are seeing anyone right now.  That means we can get away with
going places together or hanging out together at home."

   "Maybe we can kind of ease him into it," she said.

   "How's that?" I asked.

   "Well," she said, "we could start with just hanging out a little more.
You know - go shopping together, maybe go to a movie together now and then.
Maybe argue a little less.  But not stop arguing completely!  That would be
a giveaway."

   "That's easy," I said, "you know I can't go too long without throwing
some shade your way, and you can dish it out as well as you take it."

   "That's true," she said, "but my insults are always better than yours."

   "See what I mean," I said.

   "Yeah," she said.  "So we could kind of gradually dial that back a
little.  Then maybe give each other a hug now and then, or even a kiss on
the cheek."

   "I think dad would notice if I pulled your pants off and kissed your
cheek."

   "Shut up, dumbass," she said.

   "Just thinking out loud, Lex," I said.

   "Well think silently for a while so I can figure this out," she said. 
She was no slouch at throwing shade.  "Still," she added, "keep thinking,
'cause I kind of liked your idea."

   "You mean pulling your pants off and kissing your cheek?"

   "Yes," she said, "now shut up."

   She looked lost in thought for a moment, and then spoke up again.

   "So after a few casual outings," she said, "we could start calling them
'dates.' Dad will probably raise an eyebrow the first time, but he'll get
used to it.  Then, once he's seen us being friendlier - but not too
friendly - and exchanging a hug or kiss now and then, he'll be adjusted to
seeing us touching."

   "And that's when we can start fucking on the sofa during the evening
news?"

   "God, shut up, will you!"

   "Kidding!" I said.  "Sorry - keep going."

   "Thank you," she said.  "Now, as I was saying - once he's adjusted to
seeing us touching, we could probably get away with snuggling together on
the sofa to watch a movie."

   "That sounds nice," I said.

   "It does.  Then maybe we could get away with going off to one of our
rooms to talk over some common schoolwork or something."

   "We'd better use your room," I said.  "I don't think I can find two
chairs in mine that aren't covered with junk."

   "You'd be lucky to find the floor in your room," she said.  "You're such
a slob sometimes."

   "I am," I said, "I really am.  What are we studying, exactly?"

   "Anatomy, stupid," she said, "but we'll have to do it quietly, and it
would be a good idea to keep the door locked, just in case."

   "Wouldn't that be suspicious by itself?"

   "Ordinarily, yes," she said, "but we could just say it's habit from
living in the dorms."

   "You live off-campus now," I said.

   "True," she said, "but I still lock my room.  I mean, I trust my
roommates, but it really is habit from dorm living."

   "Perfect," I said.  "And that's when we get to strip naked and fuck!"

   "Yes, Captain Obvious," she said.  "That's when we get to strip naked
and fuck."

   "And dad's not going to hear any of this?" I asked.

   "Nope," she said.  "First, he has some hearing loss from his days in the
navy.  Second, if he has the TV on he always has the volume turned way up
because of his hearing loss.  Third, he spends most of his time in his
study either working or reading, and the study is on the opposite side of
the house.  Finally, even if he did hear some noise, it would never occur
to him what we're up to."

   "You honestly have this completely figured out, don't you?" I said.

   "Yeah," she said.  "I've been thinking about it for a while.  We'll have
to be careful.  You'll have to stay focused so that you're not staring at
my ass when dad's around, but I think it'll work."

   "But I really like staring at your ass!"

   "Just be discrete," she said, but she was smiling.  She liked that I
couldn't help staring at her ass, and I liked that she liked it.

   "Alright then," I said.  "I'll try to be discrete.  Can I play with your
boobs when dad's not home?"

   "Definitely," she said.  "You can do anything you want when dad's not
home."

   "Anything?" I asked.  "Anything at all?"

   "Ah...I think so," she said, hesitating.  "Maybe ask the first time."

   "Lex," I said, "you know I would never do anything if you weren't a
willing participant."

   "I know," she said, "but sometimes I wonder just how far that vivid
imagination of yours can go."

   "It'll be fun finding out this summer, won't it?"

   "It will," she said, "it really will."

   Strange as this weekend was thus far, it now seemed we had a plan for
our future, at least for the summer.  There would be a visit to our mom
later, but we had time to figure that out.  For now, we could relax and
enjoy the evening.

   "Let's clean up," I said, "so we can go relax."

   "OK," she said.

   She gathered up the dirty dishes and things and brought them inside
while I cleaned the grill and put on the cover.  Inside, I found her
starting on the dishes.  She washed, I dried.  It was just like our days
growing up when mom made us do chores, except without all the fighting. 
Also, I never stroked her ass while we were doing dishes growing up.

   In a few minutes we were done.  Everything was washed, dried, and put
back in its place.  All the leftover food was back in the fridge, and our
evening was completely free.

   "What are you in the mood for next?" I asked.

   "Let's relax on the bench down by the dock," she said.  "And I'll have
another beer."

   I grabbed two more and followed her out the door.  At the end of the
lawn there was a comfortable bench waiting for us, and a great view of the
lake.  We sat down and snuggled together, my arm wrapped around her
shoulder.

   "This is nice," she said.

   "Yeah," I said, "it is.  I love you, Lex, and I can't begin to tell you
how happy I am that we're here together."

   "So am I," she said.  She laid her head on my shoulder as I pulled her
closer to me.  We were content relaxing and just watching the lake, feeling
the sun and the breeze.

   Then she turned to kiss me, her warm, soft lips meeting mine.  I turned
to face her, wrapping both arms around her and caressing her shoulders and
back.  I could feel her breathing deeply.

   "How is it that you can do this to me every time?" she asked, breaking
away.  "The slightest touch, a kiss, anything, and I just melt."

   "Trust me," I said, "I know the feeling.  I think it's because we're
siblings that we both instinctively know what the other wants.  Like, for
example, right now I want to unbutton the top of this dress."

   She drew in another deep breath, leaned back and cleared her arms out of
the way for me.  The dress had a row of buttons down the center, ending
just below her ribs.  With each button undone, she inhaled deeper, almost
gasping by the time I reached the bottom.  Under the dress I found a lacy
white bra lifting her high, rounded mounds.  I leaned in and planted kisses
on one and cupped the other.

   She responded by wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me to
her, thrusting her chest forward to meet my mouth.  I pressed harder into
her firm flesh, feeling the contrast between the texture of the lace and
the creamy softness of her bare skin.  My mouth explored further, finding
its way closer and closer to her barely covered nipples.

   My other hand explored her back, trailing down her spine through the
small of her back, and stopping there just above the swell of her cheeks. I
pulled her toward me, and she rolled onto her hip facing me, one perfect,
rounded globe now off the bench and ready to be explored.

   "Get this dress off of me," she said.

   "Do you want to go in the cabin?" I asked, thinking she might want a
little more privacy.

   "Why?" she said.  "There's nobody on this lake but us, and it's
beautiful out here."

   I stood up and took her hand, helping her to her feet, then lifted the
dress off of her.

   "You're just stunning," I said.  I couldn't imagine a more perfect body.
High, firm breasts, toned legs, a gentle swell to her belly, and a feminine
sway to her hips, which were graced by a small pair of panties that matched
her delicate bra.  I burned to explore every last inch of her.

   "You're overdressed," she said, and tugged at my shirt.  I pulled the
shirt over my head and tossed it onto the lawn.  Kneeling in front of me,
she unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned my shorts, then unzipped them and
let them fall to the ground.  My now turgid cock was tenting obscenely in
my boxers.

   "Still overdressed," she said, and pulled my boxers down as well.  The
waistband of my boxers held my cock down until they were below my balls,
then freed it all at once.  It nearly slapped her in the face as it sprang
up, hard and ready for action.  Kicking my boxers off, I was naked before
her and the great outdoors.

   I sat back on the bench and beckoned her to sit on my lap, which she
quickly straddled, my cock between us as she started to grind her hips into
me.a Once again I started to explore her body with my hands while our lips
found each other again.  Grabbing her ass, I pulled her close, my aching
cock now pressed between our writhing bodies.  Jesus, I thought, her body.
It was like it was pulled straight out of my deepest sexual fantasies and
made flesh before me.

   She continued her dance on my lap and my hands roamed her hips, back,
and sides, making their way back to her bra as we continued our kiss.  Now
our tongues were exploring each other's mouths.  I was losing control,
thrusting my hips forward into her, the shaft of my cock feeling the lacy
fabric between us, the head protruding above the top of the low rise
panties, riding against her belly.  I could feel the heat from her pussy,
and the wetness of her panties against my shaft.  When my hands at last
found her breasts again, her chest was heaving.  I let go of them, reached
behind her, and released the clasp of her bra.  In a heartbeat she removed
and discarded it, then pulled my head down to her chest.  I grabbed her ass
again to pull us still closer, crushing my cock between us, and found a
nipple with my mouth.  She gasped as I sucked hard and then moaned as I
started to nibble.  My hand found the other breast and crushed the firm
mound, pinching and twisting her nipple on one while continuing to nibble
the other.  She thrashed against me, moaning my name and grinding her hips
against mine.  The feeling of her lacy panties against my shaft and her
bare skin on the head of my cock was so incredible that I thought I might
cum before I ever got inside her.  She had a better idea.

   "Get these off of me," she said, standing so I could remove her panties.
I pulled them down to reveal her beautiful pussy, then pulled them the rest
of the way off.  Picking them up, I could feel that the crotch was soaked.
I raised them to my face and inhaled deeply.

   "Mmmm," I said, "I love your smell."

   Watching me inhaling her scent, she gasped, speechless.  I grabbed her
ass again and pulled her to me still standing, then stuck my face between
her thighs and inhaled again.

   "Oh God," she muttered.  Then I stuck out my tongue to taste her,
exploring the folds of her pussy and finally licking and sucking on her
clit.

   "Oh, Ian," she said.

   "I love your taste, too," I said, "but I need more right now."

   I grabbed her ass once again and pulled her down into my lap.  My cock
was aching and ready between us.  I pressed it down and put the head at the
entrance to her pussy.

   "Ready," I said.

   "Do it, Ian," she said.  "Fuck me, now."

   I pulled her onto to me and we slid together, my cock at last feeling
the velvet walls of her pussy.  I don't know how I didn't cum the moment I
entered her, but I didn't.  Lex got into rhythm fast, grinding her hips on
mine, sending my cock on a whirlwind ride.  I held on for dear life, one
hand on her beautiful, firm, ass, the other behind her back and keeping her
from twisting off of me.  My mouth found the way to her breasts again,
tasting her perfect mounds.

   Her ride went on, thrashing against me, Lex gasping with each new twist
and turn, and my cock swelling ever further.  I had never felt so large, or
hard.  I ached to cum in her, to erupt and spew my seed into her depths,
but I held off.  I wanted this moment of ecstasy to last as long as
possible.

   "Fuck me, Ian," she said.  "Fuck me hard.  I want to feel your cock deep
in my belly."

   "Oh, Lex," I gasped, scooting my ass forward on the bench and then
thrusting my hips up and into her.  She ground down hard on me, and I could
feel her pussy grasping against my shaft right to the bottom.  I didn't
know how much longer I could hold out.

   Lex starting bouncing on me, twisting her hips on each thrust down.  The
sensation was incredible.  I was rapidly reaching the point of no return,
but didn't let that stop my hands from finding their way back to her
breasts as she continue to ride me.  At the first touch of her nipples, she
screamed my name and slammed down into me, grabbing my waist and then
grinding on me.  I could feel her wet pussy spasming on my cock, gripping
it tighter and tighter, throbbing on me as she just repeated my name over
and over and over.  "Ian," gasp, "Ian," gasp, "Ian."

   It was all I could take.

   "Lexi, ahhhh," I shouted, thrust up, and erupted into her, shot after
shot of hot, creamy cum filling her pussy, my balls pulsing and squeezing
out more and more, until finally I slumped back onto the bench, completely
spent.  Lex collapsed on top of me, her chest still heaving.

   Spent and satisfied, wrapped in each other's arms, our pulses and
breathing slowly returned to normal.  My cock, finally softening, slipped
out of her.

   "I love you, Lex," I said, at last fully realizing I was in the arms of
someone truly made for me.  She was perfect for me in every way.

   "I love you too, Ian," she said.  "I don't ever want us to be apart."

   "Me either," I said.  "We'll find a way to make this work at home, at
school, wherever we go."

   "I know we will," she said, "because you're perfect for me."

   "And you for me," I said.



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