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 Title: The First Time I Noticed Ch.  05


Summary: Can Ian and Alexis control themselves outside the cabin?


Keywords: inc,fic



   I awoke on Saturday to see the morning sun streaming through the window.
My sister Alexis was next to me, wearing just the blue panties she had on
the night before.  We were spooned together, and my morning wood was
pressed against her ass.  I felt her fidget and rub her ass against me.  My
cock had worked its way out of my boxers and rubbed against the satiny
material of her panties as she wiggled her ass.

   "I see you're awake," she said.

   "Uh huh," I said, gently stroking her ass.  "This was nice to wake up
to."

   "Apparently so," she said.  "Does he always wake up ready to go, or were
you having a nice dream?"

   "Morning wood, sis," I said.  "It's a guy thing."

   "I know about morning wood, doofus," she said.  "I was just wondering if
- you know - that was regular old morning wood, or if it was for me."

   "It's regular morning wood, Lex," I said, "but that doesn't mean it
can't be for you."

   "Ooo," she said, grinding against me.  "I've been awake for twenty
minutes.  Feeling your cock get hard against me has been making me horny as
hell."

   "Really," I said, gently stroking her ass.  "Just how horny are we
talking about here?"

   "Horny enough to want my brother's hard cock in my pussy," she said. 
"Feel." She grabbed my hand, the one that had been caressing her ass, and
placed it between her legs on top of her panties.  They were damp.  I
instinctively starting rubbing in small circles over her clit, then worked
my fingers down over her entrance.

   "You're wet," I said.

   "I'm soaked," she said.  "Do you have any idea how long twenty minutes
is if your pussy is dripping and there's a stiff cock poking you in the
ass?"

   "I, ah, seriously can't say that I do, sis," I said, "but that sounded
hot as fuck."

   "I am hot as fuck," she said, grinding deliberately against me now. 
"Get your boxers off.  I need my brother's cock in me."

   "Fuck," I said, "you are one cock hungry little thing this morning,
aren't you."

   "Yes," she said, grinding harder and squeezing my hand between her legs.
"Now get your fucking boxers off!"

   Wow.  She wasn't wasting any time.  I rolled on my back and lifted my
hips to pull my boxers off.  Alexis gave a little moan when my cock lost
contact with her ass.  In no time I was naked and rolled back against her.

   "Lex?" I said as she continued gyrating her hips against me.  Her legs
were opening and then closing again on my hand, which was still busy on her
sopping wet panties.

   "What?" she said, her chest heaving.

   "You're overdressed."

   "Fuck," she said, annoyed by having to lose contact even for the few
seconds it would take to remove the panties.  I moved my hand out of her
way so she could pull them off.  She rolled face down on the bed and stuck
her ass into the air.  Sweet fucking Jesus that ass was nice.

   "What are you fucking waiting for," she said.  "I need cock.  Get these
damn panties off me."

   I didn't wait to be told twice and slid my hand under her panties and
grabbed her ass.

   "No," she said, twisting her ass in the air.  "No hands."

   Oh.  My.  God.  I almost came right then from the thought of my mouth on
her ass.  I quickly turned around and took the waistband of her panties
between my teeth.  I could smell her arousal as I tugged them down,
revealing more and more of her.  I scooted down the bed and tugged further.
Almost all of her ass was uncovered, but I could barely hold on to her as
she thrashed under me, twisting her ass left and right, up and down. 
Desperate to get her to hold still long enough for me to get her panties
off, I let go of them and bit gently on a cheek.  She froze, then arched
her back a little more and froze again.

   "Mmm, yeah," she moaned.  Then I let go with my teeth and licked,
exploring and tasting her cheek with my lips and tongue.

   "Oh!  Damn!" she said.

   My sister's ass was glorious.  Perfectly formed, firm, and delicious.  I
bit, licked, and kissed both cheeks as she made small twisting motions with
her hips.  She was nearly still, but unable to keep from moving entirely I
tasted every inch of her.  Finally, I stuck out my tongue and licked deep
into the crack of her ass.

   "Oh fuck, oh God," she said, gasping, and then screamed "Get these
panties off of me right fucking now!"

   It must have taken every bit of willpower she possessed, but she held
still, her ass quivering in the air.  I shoved my face between her cheeks
and, as I heard a moan from my sister, I grabbed a mouthful of her panties.


   I tugged down and looked to see the soaked gusset clinging to her pussy.
I tugged further and they separated, tendrils of her creamy nectar
stretched between her pussy and the inside of her silky blue panties.  Oh,
how I wanted to taste that.

   "Please...hurry," she said, pleading with me.  Reluctantly, I released
her panties from my mouth and moved to her hip, biting the waistband again
there and tugging one side down to her knee.  Moving to the other side, I
paused in the center, unable to resist the chance to admire her
cream-coated folds.  Despite her pleas to get her panties off, I couldn't
stop myself from diving in for a taste, and I quickly lapped up her
delicious cream.

   "Oh, oh, oh," she muttered, gasping with each lick.  I reached out as
far as I could with my tongue and swirled the tip of it around her clit.

   "Ahh, oh God, oh," she said, her body tensing.  "P...p...panties. 
Please!"

   I moved to her other hip and tugged away at her waistband.  "Knee," I
said, and she lifted her knee off the bed so I could pull them below it and
onto her calf.  "Other knee," I said, and did the same.  Her sopping blue
panties were now stretched between her calves, and her ass was still thrust
in the air.  Between her legs, her wet and ready pussy waited for me.

   "Cock," she said, turning her head to look back at me.  "I need my
brother's cock.  Fucking hurry up."

   I stuck my head into her panties and deeply inhaled her scent, then took
the whole gusset into my mouth.  Reveling in the taste of her, I pulled
them down.  She lifted her feet to let me free them from her completely and
as I did I raised my back up straight, her panties still hanging from my
mouth.  I tossed them aside.  I could still taste her on my tongue as she
lay before me, her chest on the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets, her
ass in the air.

   She couldn't speak.  I saw the silent words form on her lips as she
looked back at me.

   "Fuck me."

   Some kind of animal instinct was released in me.  It was primal,
unadulterated lust.  I grabbed her ass and shoved her onto the bed, then
climbed on top of her as she arched her back to expose her dripping pussy
to me.  I thrust my cock forward and into my sister's pussy, driving deep
into her, feeling the warm wet walls of her pussy wrap around my shaft and
squeeze hard.

   "Oh God," she said, "at last." Last night we made love under the stars.
This morning I was fucking my sister with all the energy I had.  I pounded
her hard, thrusting faster and deeper.  Reaching around her, I slid my
hands between her breasts and the bed and squeezed hard, tugging at her
nipples.

   "Rub your clit, sis," I said.  "I want to watch you come for me."

   She raised her ass further off the bed, arching her back and exposing
herself a little more, then she snaked her hand down between her legs,
rubbing furiously.

   "Oh!" she said.  "Harder, Ian, fuck me harder with your cock - with my
brother's fucking stiff cock."

   I thrust even harder, banging down into her and pushing her whole body
forward with each thrust.  She was pushing back on the headboard with one
hand while frantically rubbing her clit with the other.  With each push I
grunted obscenely as she gasped.  Desperately needing to go harder and
deeper, I straightened my back, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her ass
into the air.  Then I pushed hard into her, reaching further in,
penetrating to new depths.  My cock throbbed with each thrust and I could
feel my sister's pussy grasping rhythmically on my shaft.

   "Fuck," I said, "you're so tight.  Ugh.  And hot.  Ugh.  And wet." My
cock pounding into my sister's pussy was all I could think about.  My balls
were tightening and I could feel a tingling in my cock.  I was too frenzied
now to be able to slow down, so I sped up.

   "Oh God, Ian," she said, slamming her ass back against me, "I'm almost
there.  I'm almost coming on your cock.  Fuck me.  Hard.  Fuck your sister
with everything you've got!"

   She was thrashing now, smashing her hips against me, repeating "fuck me"
over and over.

   "Come for me now, baby," I said.  "Come on your brother's cock!"

   She did.  Her hips were gyrating wildly.  Then her body went stiff and
she let loose a wild, primal groan.  I felt her pussy grasping me in spasm
after spasm.  Her cream flooded out of her, dripping over my balls, soaking
both of us.

   "Oh God," she said.  "Fuck.  So good.  So good."

   I pressed on, nearly ready for my own release.  Her pussy was still
squeezing my cock.  The pace was slowing, but the sensation of the flood of
hot cream was unbelievable.  My cock was gliding in and out of her.  Her
pussy felt like a wave of warm, wet tongues wrapping themselves around me
at the same time, bathing me in juices, grasping my shaft, and twisting and
swirling around my head.  I was almost there.  Almost there.

   "Do it, baby," she said.  "Come for me.  Shoot your load in your
sister's pussy.  Fill me with your cum."

   I thrust hard as I felt my release, my balls convulsing as I erupted and
launched my cum deep into my sister's pussy.  Load after load shot into
her, my balls squeezing so hard I thought they would implode.  Eventually
they were spent, but my cock continued to throb gently in her velvet pussy
as I collapsed on top of her.  I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her
softly against me.

   "God, Lex," I said, still gasping for breath.  "That was incredible."

   "I needed that," she said, settling into the bed under me.

   "Yeah," I said, "I guess you did.  Where did that come from, anyway?"

   "I don't know," she said.  "I woke up horny, then you got hard and your
cock was rubbing on my ass forever."

   "It's a great ass, sis," I said.  "Can you blame my cock for wanting to
be there?"

   "I guess not if you say so," she said.

   "I do say so," I said.  "Best.  Ass.  Ever."

   "Thanks," she said.  "Glad you like it.  You sure pounded it hard
enough."

   "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes," I said.  "Because
you're so hot.  So fucking hot.  Especially your ass."

   "You're not bad yourself, you know," said Alexis.

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah," she said, "It's like you were custom built just for me.  And
it's not just your body - which is sexy as hell - but also what you do to
me and how you make me feel.  The sex is sensational.  It's like you're
reading my mind and then doing whatever I want before I even know I want
it. But it's not just the sex.  It's also how I feel after and when we're
just together.  I just can't get over the fact that the perfect man for me
has been right next to me all along.  My very own brother."

   "Wow," I said.  "It's like you took the words right out of my mouth. 
It's strange how sometimes I want to make love and others I just want to
dish out a good, hard fucking.  I've been with girls that liked it gentle,
and a couple that really liked to get it on, but never one who not only
liked both, but was so in tune with my mood.  We have a connection that's
not ordinary.  It's bond that only a brother and a sister can have.  I
can't begin to say how happy I am that this weekend happened."

   "Mmm," she said, "I feel so loved right now."

   "Me too, sis, me too."

   We snuggled together for a time, basking in the afterglow of a wild
session of animal sex, but also sharing the warmth of our love for each
other.

   "This is nice," she said at last, "but I'm starved.  How about you?"

   "Yeah," I said, "me too.  I'm also feeling a little crusty and could use
a shower."

   "Sounds good," she said.  "Let's hit the shower and then make
breakfast."

   "Think it's safe for us in there?" I said, remembering what happened
yesterday when we shared a shower.

   "I do," she said.  "I'm, ah, really satisfied right now, and maybe just
a little bit sore."

   "Good sore?" I said.

   "Oh yeah," she said, "but I need a little time to recover after the way
you just nailed me."

   "Me too," I said.

   "Yeah?" she said.  "I was beginning to wonder if there was a limit to
what these things could produce." She grabbed my balls and gently squeezed.


   "There is, sis," I said.  "Now get that sexy ass out of bed." I swatted
her on the ass and jumped out myself.

   "Ouch!" she said, pouting at me.  "I told you I was sore." But she
climbed out of bed just the same.

   "Sorry, sis," I said.  "Forgot."

   "Just kidding, bro," she said.  "You can spank my sexy ass anytime you
want." She turned her back to me and stuck her ass out, rubbing both cheeks
with her hands.

   "Damn." I said.

   "Just like this," she said, and swatted herself on the ass.  Fuck.

   "I ought to spank your ass right now just for teasing me," I said,
eyeing her hungrily.

   "Ooo.  Please don't spank me, sir," she said in a little girl voice. 
"I'll be a good girl.  Please don't spank my cute little butt.  It's so
sore already." She started rubbing her cheeks again, arching her back and
thrusting her ass further out.

   Jesus, could she ever push my buttons.  My head spun for a minute, but I
managed to compose myself again.

   "Okay, babygirl," I said.  "I won't spank your cute little butt this
time, so long as you promise to be good."

   "Oh, I promise, I do!" she said, still in her little good voice.  Then
her voice changed, and sexy Lexi was back.  "For now."

   She sauntered off to the bathroom, leaving me standing in the bedroom,
slack jawed.

   "Let's go," she said as she stepped out of the room, "before I have to
spank your ass for being a putz!"

   I hurried after her and found her in the bathroom getting the water
adjusted.  She was standing with her back to me, leaning into the stall
with a hand extended into the spray.  I paused in the doorway, admiring her
lean, sexy back, legs, and ass.

   "Stop gawking," she said.

   "Don't be knocking my hobbies," I said.  "If you were me, you'd be
staring at you too."

   "Take a picture next time," she said, stepping into the shower.

   "Ooo," I said, "that's a good idea!" My mind mentally searched my bag.
Had I brought a camera?

   "Shut up," she said, "and you are NOT taking pictures of my naked ass."

   "How about your not naked ass?" I wasn't above making a compromise.

   "Just get in already," she said.

   "Okay, okay," I said, stepping into the shower.  My sister's naked, wet
body was as enticing as ever, but our morning romp had been as satisfying
for me as it was for her.  Still, just plain old getting clean was more fun
when two people shared a shower.  Like the day before, she asked me to do
her back and I did, giving a little extra attention to her gorgeous ass. 
She washed my back as well, and in no time we were both clean.

   "You done, sis?" I said, admiring her wet body in the spray from the
shower.

   "Yup," she said.  "You?"

   "Yup." I turned off the water, stepped out, and grabbed us each a towel.
We quickly dried off and went to the bedroom to get dressed.

   "It's a shame," she said as I grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt out of
my bag.

   "What's a shame?" I asked, pulling on a pair of boxers.

   "You covering up that body, that's what," she said.  She was standing
over her suitcase holding a pair of panties in each hand and considering
which to wear.  One was a rather plain looking pair of briefs.  The other
was a lacy pink bikini style.  Please pick the pink ones, I thought. 
Please pick the pink ones.  I almost applauded when she threw the boring
briefs back in the suitcase.

   "Much as I'd like to walk around buck naked," I said, "and more to the
point would like to watch you walk around buck naked, I didn't grill naked
yesterday and I'm not going to cook naked today.  First, I'd rather not
take a chance on burning anything...um...tender, and second, do you really
want to find one of my pubes in your eggs?"

   "Eew," she said, pulling on the pink panties.  "That's an image I could
have lived without.  Fine then, put on clothes to make breakfast."

   "Wait a minute," I said.  "How is it just assumed that I'm making
breakfast anyway?"

   "Because I can't boil water without burning it," she said.  My sister
was a notoriously bad cook and not to be trusted with anything more complex
than Corn Flakes and milk.

   "Good point," I said.  "Those are cute, by the way."

   "What are?" she said.

   "The pink bikini panties you just put on," I said.  "Very sexy."

   "Did anyone ever tell you that you take an unusual amount of interest in
your sister's panties?" she said.

   "No, and I damn sure hope nobody other than you ever does," I said,
"because that would be a seriously awkward conversation."

   "You really like them?" she asked, looking genuinely curious about my
opinion.  She struck a cute little pose for me, and then spun around. 
"How's the back?"

   "Damn," was all I could say.

   "Is that a yes?" she said.

   "Oh yeah," I said.  "Definitely yes."

   "Good!" she said, and starting digging around in her bag again.  For
what, I had no idea.  "Ah, here it is!"

   "Here what is?"

   "The matching bra," she said, and held up the bra that went with the
panties.  While the idea of her covering that amazing pair of boobs was a
little depressing, I had to wonder if she normally travelled with this much
hot lingerie or if it was all packed just for me.  That question would have
to wait.

   "What's for breakfast?" she said, slipping into the bra.

   "No idea," I said.  "I'll see what we have."

   "Well snap to it," she said, setting the clasp.  I considered for a
moment that I'd never watched a woman get dressed before, and it was quite
a show.  There was the way her hips swiveled back and forth as she pulled
up her panties.  Then there was the way her boobs were pushed out as she
reached behind herself to clasp her bra.  And then finally, the sexy
conclusion to the undergarment show as she reached into each cup and
adjusted her boobs.  I liked that part a lot, but to my sister I imagined
it was just an everyday thing while getting dressed.  She started digging
in her bag again.  I guessed that she was looking for whatever else she was
going to wear.  Then she stopped and looked at me.

   "What?" she said.

   "Oh, ah, nothing," I said.  I wanted to watch the rest of the show, but
reluctantly left Alexis to finish getting dressed in private.  At least
this way I would have a surprise when I saw her in her outfit for the day.

   I went to the kitchen and started looking around to see what we had
available for breakfast.  We brought bacon and eggs when we came, so I knew
those were in the refrigerator.  Digging in the cabinets, I also found
pancake mix.

   "Hey sis," I called to the bedroom.

   "Yeah," she said.

   "How's bacon, eggs, and cakes sound?"

   "Perfect!" she yelled back.  "I'm starved."

   I mixed the batter and turned on the griddle.  We even had one of those
pancake batter dispensers.  Dad liked to cook - a trait I inherited - and
kept even the cabin kitchen well stocked with tools and gadgets.  Once the
griddle was hot I poured on the first batch of cakes.

   "How's breakfast coming," said Alexis behind me a moment later.

   "Cakes are on," I said, keeping an eye on them.  They were almost ready
to flip.

   "Good," she said.  "Bacon and eggs?"

   "I'll put those on when the cakes are done," I said, turning toward her.
She was sitting back against the table wearing a denim mini-skirt and a Led
Zeppelin tank top.  Her hair had a soft, natural wave in it and hung down
over the front of her shoulders.  My sister was the All-American girl this
morning.

   "Looking good, sis," I said.

   "Thanks," she said.  "I hope you're not burning those cakes while you're
staring at my legs."

   "Oops!" I said, flipping them.  "I'll have a couple done here in a
minute.  Sorry."

   "No problem," she said.  "I didn't mean to distract you."

   "Yes you did," I said.  "You just didn't mean to make me burn the cakes
when you distracted me."

   "Good point," she said.  Then she hopped all the way onto the table and
sat with her knees splayed apart, kicking her feet back and forth
absentmindedly.  I had a perfect view of her pink panties.

   "You must really like overdone cakes," I said.

   "Sorry," she said, and she crossed her legs.  "I'll be good."

   She wasn't sorry, but I turned my attention back to the cakes anyway. 
They were ready.  I took them off the griddle and started some new ones,
then dug the bacon out of the refrigerator.

   "First batch is ready," I said.

   "Yay!" she said, getting up to grab two pancakes.  "I'm starved. 
Where's the butter and syrup?"

   "On the table, Lex," I said.  "You nearly sat on them when you were
flashing your panties at me."

   "Oh," she said, turning to look at the table and seeing them there.  She
gave me a sheepish grin and said "sorry bro."

   "It's alright," I said.  "I really didn't mind."

   "I'll bet you didn't," she said, sitting down and buttering her cakes,
then adding a generous coating of maple syrup.

   I had the full pound of bacon on the grill now and it was starting to
sizzle.  The aroma spread through the cabin.  A light breeze flowed through
the window, carrying a hint of pine.  Outside, the morning sun was
filtering through the trees and the windows, leaving mottled shadows on the
cabin floor.  As the breeze ruffled the trees outside, the shadows danced
inside.  It was a perfect morning that carried the promise of a perfect
day.

   "That smells delicious," said Alexis.

   "Bacon makes everything better, Lex," I said.

   "So what's the plan?" she said.  I turned over a few strips of bacon as
I turned over in my mind what I wanted to do today.  Then I looked at her.
She was opening her mouth for her last bite of the two pancakes she had
taken.  Who else, I wondered, could make eating a pancake so sexy.  I just
stared at her for a while.

   "Besides that," she said, looking back at me suspiciously.

   "Sorry, sis," I said, chuckling.  "You are really beautiful.  Plus I'm
kind of head over heels in love with you.  Sometimes I just kind of...lose
myself...looking at you."

   She got up from the table and joined me, then threw her arms around me
and hugged me close.  "You're the most wonderful, sweetest brother ever,"
she said.  Then she kissed me, warmly and passionately.  I felt the world
melt away as I returned her kiss.  Her warm, supple lips melded into mine
and our spirits joined.  A pop from the bacon on the griddle broke our
reverie.

   "What was that all about?" I said.

   "How is it," she said, "that you can sometimes say things that just
reach into me and touch my heart?"

   "We're connected," I said, touching her cheek and kissing her again.

   "Yeah," she said.  It was barely a whisper, and she leaned into me,
resting her head on my chest.

   "Sis?" I said.

   "Hmm," she said.

   "The bacon," I said.

   "What about it?" she said, still resting against my chest.  She was
content and almost dozing.

   "I love you," I said, "but I have to cook the bacon."

   "Right," she said, still lost.  She continued to drape herself against
me.  It was...divine.

   "It's okay, sis," I said.  I kept her cradled against me with one hand,
and with the other I grabbed the tongs and started turning over bacon on
the griddle.  As a culinary technique, having your beautiful sister resting
drowsily on you wasn't probably the best idea, but I managed to muddle
through without burning the bacon.

   "Okay, Lex," I said.  "I have to get this off the griddle."

   "Go ahead," she said dreamily.

   I gave her a light swat on the butt.

   "Sorry babe," I said.  "I don't want to be dripping hot bacon grease on
you."

   "Mmm," she said, "okay then, but you're going to regret me going to sit
back at the table."

   I did.  The licentious pleasure of watching her walk back to the table
didn't come close to making up for the feeling of loss as she separated
from me.  I refocused again.  On bacon.

   "Okay, sis," I said.  "I cooked up a whole pound of thick cut applewood
smoked bacon, and we still have more cakes over here, so eat heartily."

   "Eggs?" she said.

   "How many?" I asked.

   "Two," she said, "basted."

   "That's the only way," I said.  I cracked four over the griddle.  Two
for her and two for me, basted in sizzling bacon grease for extra flavor.
In no time, they were done.  I shut off the griddle and delivered myself
and the eggs to the table.

   "Here you go," I said, putting two on her plate.  Then I loaded my plate
with a stack of cakes, a pile of bacon, and my two eggs.

   "Dig in!" I said, and we did.  We were quiet for the next few minutes as
we greedily devoured our meal.  Alexis put away another cake and in time we
both sat back, filled to the brim.

   "Coffee?" I said, "Or OJ?"

   "We have coffee?" she said.

   "Naturally."

   "And orange juice?" she said.

   "Of course," I said.

   "Can I have both?" she said.

   "Definitely!"

   I got up and grabbed two cups of coffee for us, then grabbed two
glasses, filled them with orange juice and set all four on the table.

   "Maybe you should be a waiter," she said, sipping at her juice.

   "I think I'll stick to hardware," I said.  "I love cooking for you and
Dad, but waiting tables for surly customers?  I'd read someone the riot act
on my first shift."

   "I doubt it," she said, "but I like that you only do this for me.  It
makes me feel...special."

   "You are," I said, tipping back my orange juice.  I liked to savor my
coffee.  The OJ I slammed.

   "Thanks, Ian," she said, finishing up her own juice.  "You really are
the best brother ever."

   "Thanks, Lex," I said, letting her words wash over me.  "Want to go sit
out on the deck for a while?  The sun is warming it now."

   "Sounds good," she said.  "Let's leave this mess for later."

   I picked up both coffee cups, refilled them, and joined Alexis on the
deck.  We each pulled up a chair at the patio table and kicked back to just
enjoy our coffee and gaze over the lake.

   We sat quietly for a few minutes before she spoke up.

   "So what are we doing today?"

   "Well," I said, "I'd like to run into Grand Marais this afternoon, but
this morning I thought maybe we could go out on the lake again."

   "The canoe again?" she said.  "You...ah...kinda wore me out yesterday.
I'm sore pretty much everywhere."

   "No," I said, "not the canoe this time.  The breeze is already starting
to pick up and should be pretty fresh in another hour.  I thought we'd take
the Hobie cat out for a while and enjoy a little sail."

   "That sounds like fun," she said, "You and the wind do all the work.  I
can rest."

   "If you're really sore, Lex," I said, "I could give you a rubdown."

   "Oh, sure," she said, "and that wouldn't lead to me getting even more
sore?"

   "I'll behave," I said.  She looked at me skeptically.

   "Promise?"

   "Yes!" I said, then hesitated.  "Well, I'll try my very best."

   "You better," she said.

   "I will!"

   "Okay," she said, "because that would feel magnificent."

   I was famous for my backrubs.  Alexis was a multi-sport athlete in high
school and often came home very sore from practice sessions.  Looking back
on it now, I wondered how my sixteen year old self hadn't noticed how
incredibly hot my then eighteen year old sister had been.  In any case, I
hadn't, and she told me at the end of her senior year in high school that
there were days when she couldn't have made it to the next practice without
my rubdowns.  It made me feel great that I could make her feel good.  Even
before yesterday - before my lust for her burst forth - I had always loved
her, and it was deeply satisfying that I could be so helpful.

   We relaxed and finished our coffee.  When I saw she was done, I said
"ready?"

   "Yeah," she said, getting up.  "Where do you want me?"

   That wasn't quite the best way for her to ask that question, because my
mind quickly ran through a half a dozen scenes that had nothing to do with
platonic rubdowns.

   "Ah," I said, stammering, "first you should...change...or..."

   "Or what?" she said, impatiently.  This was going to be harder than I
thought.

   "Or strip," I said.  "I can't really do this right if I have to work
around a lot of clothes, so you need to either change into a swimsuit, or
just go - you know - naked."

   "What are you," she said, "shy all of sudden?"

   And with that, she stripped, pulling off her shirt and laying it over
the deck rail, then unzipping and removing her skirt and tossing it
haphazardly on the deck.

   "Everything?" she asked.  She had a wicked grin now.  I sensed trouble
on the horizon.

   "Y-yeah," I said.  "Everything."

   "If you insist," she said, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.

   "Ow!" she said.  "I can't even reach my bra clasp comfortably.  Can you
get this for me?"

   She turned her back to me and waited.  There was that ass again, clad in
those sexy little pink panties.  I may have been imagining things, but it
seemed like she was arching her back just a little and pushing her ass
toward me.  Whatever she was doing, she sure knew what buttons to push.  I
gathered my resolve, stepped up behind her, and undid the clasp on her bra.


   "Thanks," she said, and let it fall away from her.  Still facing away
from me, she said "I can get these myself," and she worked her panties down
her legs.  Kicking them off of her feet, she looked over her shoulder and
said "well, where do you want me?"

   Oh, my.

   "On...ah...the, fuck," I said.  I was really just mumbling.  "On
the...the lounger," I managed to spit out.

   "Ass up?" she said.

   "Wha..."

   "Do you want me ass up?" she said.

   Ass up?  Who says that?  Any normal girl would say "should I lay on my
stomach" or "face down" or something like that.  Not Alexis.  She fucking
said "ass up." This wasn't playing nice with the whole idea of me behaving.
Still, I pressed on.

   "Yeah," I said, "ass up, if you insist on putting it that way.  Just
don't pretend you aren't toying with my weaknesses."

   "Ah," she said, "sorry, Ian." She actually seemed genuinely regretful as
she laid herself out on the lounger.  She twisted a hip up and looked back
at me, her body now a spectacle of sumptuous curves.  "Sometimes I just do
things that I know will turn you on without even thinking about it."

   "Like you're doing now?" I said.  She opened her mouth to speak, paused,
and then stretched out as plainly as she could on the lounge chair.  She
was trying not to be sexy and failing miserably at it, but at least she was
trying, and I loved her for it.

   "Sorry," she said.  "I'm not trying to do these things.  Honest!"

   "Sure," I said, smiling.  "Now just lay quietly there.  I'm going to
grab some lotion from the bathroom." I ran inside, leaving her on the deck
while I went to grab a bottle of lotion and to cool off a little. 
Returning with a bottle, I did my best to focus on my task.  I was already
starting to sport wood.

   "Okay, Lex," I said, "let's get started." I squeezed a dollop of the
lotion on my hands, cupped them together briefly to warm it up, and then
set the bottle in the sun.  I straddled her legs on the lounger, placed my
hands on her shoulders, and began to rub her down.  I worked over her
shoulders, then her arms and neck, eliciting small moans and groans as I
kneaded her tired muscles.  By the sounds she was making, I guessed I truly
had worn her out.

   "Doing okay?" I asked.

   "That feels wonderful," she said.  "Keep going."

   I added more lotion in a trail down the middle of her back.  She sun had
warmed the bottle so it ran a little easier and she didn't flinch from the
cold when it hit her skin.  I worked it all across her, working out from
her spine at the top of her back all the way down into the small of her
back just above her ass.  I gave extra attention to the center of her back
and to anywhere I touched that sparked a moan or groan as I worked her
muscles.

   Satisfied that I had done a thorough job on her back, I moved on to her
legs, skipping over her ass to avoid temptation.  I ran a line of lotion
down each leg, and then gently and easily spread it over the back of her
thighs and calves.  With each leg well coated, I worked her muscles harder.
Like her back, I could feel the tension in them at first, and then I could
feel it fading as I continued to knead her aching muscles.  I diverted for
a time to her feet, spreading more lotion and working it into her soles,
then returning to her calves, pressing hard into them to find each spot of
tension and kneading it to release the strain.  Moving up past her knees I
began working her hamstrings, finding and kneading out each knot and lump
of tension and pain.

   At last I finished her legs and reached her ass.  Knowing it would take
every bit of willpower I had, I dribbled a circle of lotion onto each cheek
and began working it in with both hands.a It was pure torture to have my
hands on my sister and not get lost in my own lustful desire, but I stayed
focused on her muscles.  Again I searched for and found knots of tension.
Again I worked my fingers into her muscles and released those knots.  By
the time I had finished, Alexis was breathing deeply.  All of the pain in
her back and legs was gone and she was resting easily on the lounge chair
with the morning sun warming her back.

   "Mmm," she mumbled.  "So nice."

   "Feeling better?" I asked quietly.

   "Uh huh," she said.  "Front?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "Let me help you roll over."

   She was drowsy and nearly limp.  As I lifted her, she languidly turned
toward me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders to hold herself up.

   "Kiss me?" she said.  Her eyes were closed.  I kissed her softly,
cradling her head in my hands, and then gently laid her back on the lounge
chair.  I kissed her again.  She returned my kiss, blissfully relaxed.  I
paused to drink in her beauty.  My sister was perfect.

   Starting on her shoulders, I drizzled a line of lotion down each
sun-kissed arm, then spread the lotion and gently worked it into her,
kneading the smaller muscles of her arms more gently as she softly sighed
with my caresses.  Again I passed over my greatest temptations and moved
down to her feet.  Trailing the lotion up each leg, I coaxed it into her
skin on each shin, working gently on the tender flesh, and then worked
harder on the larger muscles of her thighs above the knees.

   At last, there was nothing for me to do but turn my attention to her
chest and abs.  And below.  Applying the lotion again, I caressed each of
my sister's breasts as gently as I could.  I wanted to be remove all of her
aches and pains, but not to arouse her and risk bringing back any of the
tension I had worked so hard to remove.  I glided my hands over each
breast, working carefully around the nipples, and then moved down along her
sides and toward her waist.  Adding one final pool of the balmy lotion, I
massaged her abs, then worked over her hips, and finally, stroking as
gently as I could, massaged just above her mound.

   My sister had drifted quietly off to sleep.  My massage was a complete
success.  I climbed off the lounge chair and silently admired her body as
she rested in the morning sun, proud of myself for having resisted the
temptations she presented.  I retreated to the kitchen to refill my coffee,
then returned to the deck and took a seat next to my sister, gazing at her
body glistening in the sun.

   I puttered around the cabin while she slept.  It was nearly an hour
later when she finally woke.

   "Hey," she said softly.

   "Hey, sleepy head," I said, smiling at her.

   "Why didn't you wake me up when you were done with my massage?" she
said.

   "After all that work I did to get you to sleep?" I said.  "Why would I
do that?  Besides, I was enjoying watching you sleep."

   "Huh?" she said.

   "You're really quite beautiful, you know," I said.

   "Thanks," she said, grinning a little sheepishly.  "It makes me happy
that you think I'm beautiful."

   "I only think it because it's plainly, objectively true," I said.

   "Really?" she said.

   "Yes," I said.  "I also think it because I'm desperately in love with
you, but that doesn't mean you're not beautiful."

   "Thanks," she said.  "You know I haven't always felt that way, right?"

   "I know," I said, "but you were wrong."

   "I was wrong to feel that way?" she said.

   "No," I said.  "What you feel can never be wrong.  You were just wrong
about the objective truth of it.  Remember what I said my friends were
saying about you?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "The one guy said my boobs are too small."

   "Dipshit D-Cup, I call him.  The rest think you're a knockout."

   "They just want to get in my pants," she said.

   "So do I," I said.  "I hope that's not a bad thing."

   "I'm not wearing pants," she said.

   "That's definitely not a bad thing!" I said.

   "Look at you!" she said, rolling toward me onto her hip.  "Perving on
your sister."

   "Guilty," I said.  In that position, her curves undulated up...and down.
My eyes followed the line of her leg up to her hip, then over and down to
her waist, then back up again along her side.  Mmm.  My eyes swept down and
around her breasts.  They were so perfect.  I felt myself starting to
breathe deeper.

   "Me too," she said, breaking the spell.  "I've been perving on my
brother.  He's hot!"

   I liked the sound of that.

   "But," she said, "I need to get dressed.  We need to clean up the
kitchen."

   "Already done," I said.

   "When?"

   "While you were sleeping," I said.  "Everything is washed and put away."


   "I feel bad for not helping," she said.

   "Don't," I said.  "Really.  I couldn't just sit and stare at your
gorgeous body the entire time."

   "Why not?" she said, pouting.  How did she always know how to arouse me?
I tapped a reserve of will power to resist her charms.

   "Because," I said, "as incredibly hot as you are, there were still
dishes to be done."

   "Thanks for doing them," she said.

   "Also," I said, "I wanted to spend as much time with you as possible
doing things that were fun, and dishes didn't rank that high on the fun
meter."

   She got up off the chair and wrapped herself around me.  It didn't
escape my attention that she was still naked, but she kissed me, then she
broke our kiss and hugged me to her and whispered into my ear.

   "I love that you think of all these little things to do for me," she
said.  "You could have just rested while I was sleeping, but you took the
time to do something to make our time together better.  You make me feel
loved."

   "You are loved," I said.

   "And so are you," she said.  "Now, didn't you say something about taking
out the Hobie cat?"

   "I did," I said.  "You ready?"

   "I should probably put something on," she said.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Not a bad idea, in case anyone else with a cabin is
here this weekend."

   "Okay," she said.  "I don't have to like it though."

   "Me either," I said.  "I'd be a liar if I said I didn't like seeing you
naked all the time."

   "Why's that," she said with an evil twinkle in her eye.

   "You know why," I said.

   "Does it make you hot for me?" she said as she turned away from me and
arched her back.

   "Do I make you hard, baby?" she said.  "Do you get hard for your hot
sister?"

   Oh, damn.  There was that ass again.  Naked and on display just for me.
She swatted herself on the ass, and not gently.  I could see a handprint.

   "Did that make you hard?" she said.  "You like my ass, don't you.  I
know you want to put your hands on me.  You'd like to spank me now,
wouldn't you?  Like I just did.  Like this."

   She swatted the other cheek.  Damn.

   "Lex?" I said, doing my level best to compose myself.

   "What is it, brother?" she said.  "Do you want to massage my cute little
butt?  I spanked it kind of hard." She started to swing her hips left and
right.  I was losing it fast.

   "If you want to go on that sail this morning," I said, "you need to stop
that now and get into a swimsuit."

   "I'm not sure I can right now," she said.  "My butt hurts so, so bad. 
Maybe you could kiss it and make it feel better?" She put her hands on the
rail and bent over with her legs splayed wide.  Where they met I could see
the lips of her pussy.  They were wet.  I was helpless.

   "Yes, baby," I said.  "I'll make my sister's cute little ass feel
better."

   I stepped behind her, dropped to my knees, and kissed each cheek right
on the pink handprints she had left.

   "Ooo," she said.  "That does feel better."

   "How about this?" I said, licking each cheek, and then between them. 
"Does this feel better?"

   "Oh...Oh, yeah," she said.  "Fuck yeah."

   I kept at her, then slipped my head further between her legs and licked
up the creamy juices pooling around her opening.

   "Oh!" she said.  "Fuck, that's nice."

   "I was hoping you'd think so," I said.

   "Don't fucking stop!" she said to me.  It was more of a shout, really. I
complied, and explored her pussy and ass with my tongue, finally landing on
her clit.  I sucked it between my lips and swirled my tongue around the
nub. She gasped with each new angle, and began clenching her legs on my
head.  She bent further over, giving me even better access.  I was kneading
her ass cheeks with my hands now and letting my mouth do its magic on her
pussy.

   "Oh...ugh...yeah," she said.  "Keep at it.  Eat it."

   I did my very best.  Despite how she was flailing in front of me I was
relentless.  Then I took one of the hands that had been on her ass, reached
under her, and shoved two fingers as far as I could into her pussy.  I
pulled them out and replaced them with my tongue, reaching as far as I
could into her passage.  I alternated between finger fucking her and
lapping up her juices.  Finally I returned my mouth to her clit and sucked
hard, drawing it into my mouth where my tongue could twist and turn and
find every nerve until at last, gasping, she came.

   I felt a flood of her cream flowing from her, and quickly moved to lap
it up, not wanting to waste a drop of her precious cum.  She shook as wave
after wave of her orgasm washed over her.  I held on through her tremors
and not a drop of her nectar was wasted.  When a stream escaped me and
began running down her leg, I moved quickly down her thigh and sucked up
the trail of her cum.  Eventually her orgasm subsided.  Overwhelmed, she
nearly collapsed back onto me, but held onto the deck railing to keep
herself up.

   Catching her breath, she said, "You're not even naked yet, are you?"

   "No," I said, "but that's easy to fix." I wasted no time stripping my
clothes and freeing my rigid cock.

   "Do it," she said, looking over her shoulder.  "Stick your cock in me
and fuck me 'till you come."

   I didn't need an engraved invitation for that, and - standing behind her
- I plunged my cock into her pussy while looking down at her beautiful ass.


   "Come on, baby," she said.  "Don't be gentle.  Fuck me hard and fire a
load of your cum into my pussy."

   "My sister's pussy," I said.

   "My brother's cum," she said.

   It was all for me now.  I pumped hard and fast into her.  I knew this
wouldn't last long.  Despite our session this morning, she had teased me
getting dressed, teased me while I made breakfast, teased me during her
massage, and teased me after she woke up.  Hours of torment would be
released in minutes.  Harder and harder I thrust into her, all while
basking in the perfection of her ass.

   "Oh, Lex," I said as I felt my cock begin to tingle, signaling my
inevitable finish.

   "Do me, baby," she screamed, "fill your sister's pussy with your cum! 
Do me.  Come in me, baby, come in your sister's fucking cunt!"

   I exploded.  My head was spinning as I once again pumped shot after shot
of my semen into my sister.  Gradually I slowed my thrusting as my balls
emptied their load into her.

   "Mmm," she sighed as I slowed to a halt, my cock still gently pulsing in
her, still inside, but softening, softening.  Finally, I slipped out of
her, stepped back, and found a chair.

   "Come here," I said.  I spun her toward me and pulled her onto my lap,
then kissed her.

   "Mmm," she muttered again.  "I love your kisses."

   "And I love the things you to do me," I said.  "You're unlike anyone
I've ever known, and this weekend is unlike anything I've ever
experienced."

   Our breathing had returned to normal as we relaxed in the sunlight.

   "Ready for that sail," I said at last.

   "Yeah," she said.  "I need something a little more calm and quiet after
that."

   "I'm not sure if it's ever really calm and quiet on a Hobie cat," I
said, "but it's relaxing to feel the wind in your hair and the spray coming
off the lake as you cut through the waves."

   "I should go put on my bikini," she said.

   "The orange one?" I said.

   "Yeah," she said.  "That okay?"

   "Definitely," I said.  "That bikini is what started it all.  I just hope
that with you in it I can stay focused enough not to get lost on the lake."


   "I'll try not to be too distracting," she said.  "But before we go, I
need something to drink."

   "Me too," I said.  "Sex makes me thirsty.  You're like my own personal
fitness program.  I need to rehydrate."

   "Very personal," she said.  "It's been a thirsty weekend."

   We gathered our things, not bothering to get dressed, and entered the
cabin.  Tossing our clothes on the sofa, we walked naked into the kitchen,
where I grabbed two glasses.  Dad had drilled half way to China when he put
in the well, and the water was delicious and refreshing.  I filled the
glasses and handed one to Alexis.

   "I'm going to miss this when we get home," she said.

   "You're going to miss drinking water?" I said, confused.

   "No, you stupid dork," she said.  "I'm going to miss standing around
naked, admiring your body and showing off mine."

   "Ah," I said, pausing to think that over.  She was right.  This was
nice. "Yeah.  I'm going to miss this too."

   "It's going to be difficult," she said.  "Probably more than either of
us thought.  Even with our clothes on I can barely look at you without my
panties getting damp."

   "And even when I'm not thinking about sex," I said, "I can't look at you
without wanting to just wrap you up in my arms and hold you next to me
forever."

   "God," she said, "what are we going to do?  I don't know if I'm going to
be able to handle this at home."

   "Maybe we could convince Dad we've become nudists!" I said.

   "Oh sure," she said.  "And he won't suspect a thing when you pop wood
every time I have my back to you."

   "I was kidding," I said, "but you do have a good point.  This is going
to be hard."

   "Looks like it's getting hard now," she said, smirking.  What the hell?
Just talking about being nude had me at half staff again, and I had barely
stopped sweating.

   "Let's try not to think about that just now," I said, "and work out how
we're going to handle this at home."

   "It's hard not to think about it when that thing is pointing at me," she
said.

   "Should I get dressed?" I asked.

   "No!" She almost screamed it at me.  "Ah, I mean, no, not yet.  Let me
have my little moment of fun, if you can handle it."

   "I'll try my hardest," I said.

   "Stop saying 'hard' all the time," she said.  "Every time I hear it I
glance down at your package.  We girls are supposed to be above that kind
of thing."

   "But why?" I said.  "It's hard not to say 'hard' all the time,
especially when you're always making me hard."

   "You're not very nice," she said.  "A nice brother wouldn't be doing and
saying things to get his sister all hot and bothered all the time." One of
her hands had drifted down between her legs and she was absentmindedly
rubbing herself.

   "Okay, Lex," I said.  "I'll be good."

   "Thanks," she said.  She pulled her hand away, suddenly aware of what
she'd been doing, and took another drink of water.

   "Hey," I said.  "I have an idea."

   "There's something new," she said.  My regular sister was back.

   "Nice," I said, grinning at her.  "When we go into town later we should
practice?"

   "Practice what?" she said.  "Walking?"

   "A little slow on the uptake this morning, Lex?" I said.  "Maybe I
really did fuck your brains out."

   "Hey!" she said.  "Not nice."

   "Alright," I said, "we're even now.  Anyway, I meant we can use this
chance to practice behaving like a normal brother and sister.  You know,
try to act like we used to at home."

   "Does that mean you're going to leave dirty socks lying around in the
shops?" she said.

   "Whatever it takes," I said.

   "Actually," she said, "that sounds like a good idea.  We'll try to be
our old selves in town.  Whatever happens, it'll be good practice for being
around Dad.  Nobody around here knows us, so if we mess up in town and act
like a couple, there's no harm done.  If we do that at home we'll be
busted. Even if we do it close to home someone we know could be around."

   "Glad you like the idea," I said.  "I do come up with one.  From time to
time."

   "I know," she said, smiling.  "That doesn't mean I won't give you a hard
time.  Think of it as more practice.  Now let's get ready for that sail."

   We both put on our bathing suits and headed for the lake.  Once again I
managed to get Alexis into a life jacket.  It took only just a little less
effort this time.  We wrestled the cat into the water.  The boat never left
the cabin, so we kept the mast stepped all summer.  In minutes we had
rigged the sails and were ready to go.  There was rarely a decent wind in
the protected cove, so we always kept a kayak paddle on board, and we used
that to cross the ove to the main body of the lake.  Once we cleared the
trees at the entrance to the cove, we were able to catch the wind and begin
sailing.  Alexis bungeed the paddle to the trampoline while I trimmed the
main.  Before long we were sailing along nicely in a modest breeze.

   "Mind if I just relax a little," said Alexis.

   "Not at all," I said.  "I have the boat." I had sailed the cat solo many
times and was familiar with both the boat and the lake.  Alexis stretched
out, laid back on the tramp, and closed her eyes.

   "Need a nap?" I said.  She looked peaceful.  Content.

   "No," she said.  "I'm just enjoying the sun and breeze."

   "Okay," I said.  "I'm enjoying watching you enjoy the sun and the
breeze."

   "Yeah?" she said.  "Just make sure you don't run aground while you're
doing that."

   "Hey!" I said.  "Give me credit for some amount of self-control."

   "Which self-control are you talking about, exactly?" she said, raising
her head and resting on her elbows.  "The self-control you had when you
were getting a blow-job yesterday morning."

   "Ah..."

   "Or the self-control you had when you came all over me in the shower?"

   "Well..."

   "Or the self-control you had when you made love to me under the stars?"

   "But..."

   "That was wonderful, by the way," she said.

   "Thanks," I said.  "Hey...wait..."

   "Or when you were banging me like a wild man before we even got out of
bed this morning?"

   "Lex...I..."

   "Or when you did me again after breakfast?"

   "Okay, okay," I said.  "I get the idea.  But seriously, I really promise
this time!"

   "Alright," she said, "but you have to do one thing first."

   "Yeah," I said, "what's that?"

   "Steer around that point in front of us."

   "Shit!" I said.  "Ready about!" I freed the main sheet.  "Helm's alee!
Watch your head!" I quickly turned to port.  Alexis ducked as the boom
swung across the boat.  Fortunately, I'd spent enough time in the cat to
get away with a rather abrupt tack without getting in irons.  Trimming the
main on the new tack, I looked down to see Alexis lying back on the
trampoline, laughing hysterically.

   "Christ," I said.  "Sorry, sis."

   "Don't worry about it," she said.  "I kind of did that on purpose."

   "You're so bad," I said, grinning.

   "I still haven't gotten used to how you're so helpless around me," she
said, "but it's really cute."

   "Thanks," I said, grinning sheepishly.  "Maybe next time you can
demonstrate that without getting me to wreck the boat."

   "You were never going to wreck the boat," she said.  "I've sailed this
thing too and knew we had plenty of room."

   "Yeah...well..."

   "Plus," she said, "that's a sandy beach and this boat is nearly
indestructible."

   "Fine, fine," I said.  "Maybe next time you can demonstrate that without
giving me a fucking heart attack then."

   "Ooo," she said.  "Such language."

   "Ha, ha, ha," I said.  "I'm sure you've never heard anything like that
before."

   "It was shocking to my virgin ears!" she said.

   I actually snorted when she said that, which sent her into further fits
of hysteria.  I couldn't be mad at my sister if I tried, and laughed along
at my own expense.

   "Want the helm?" I said.

   "Sure," she said.  "Sounds like fun, and then you'll get a chance to
relax."

   With most of the length of the lake open in front of us, we traded
places on the boat.  She took the helm and I kicked back and relaxed. 
Alexis was no slouch as a sailor, and handled the boat beautifully.  I was
able to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of the sun and wind and the
spray off the lake as we rode the waves.  After a time, I sat up.

   "Lex?" I said.

   "What's on your mind?"

   "School," I said.

   "It's early June," she said.  "You have homework already?"

   "No, I don't fucking have homework already, smartass," I said.

   "Virgin ears, brother.  Remember my virgin ears," she said.

   "Stop saying 'virgin.' It makes me horny," I said.

   "Everything makes you horny," she said.  "Anyway, I'm no virgin."

   "Ah, yeah," I said, "I kind of worked that out for myself already."

   "Har har," she said.  "In fact my ears are probably the only 'virgin'
thing on me."

   "Yeah?" I said.

   "Yeah," she said.  "Well...  one other thing."

   "What's th-" I said, then stopped.  "Oh!"

   "Don't even start thinking about that!" she said.  "You'll crash the
boat."

   "You brought it up," I said.  "Besides, you have the helm."

   "Oh...right," she said.  She was looking down and not making eye
contact. My mind was spinning.  It was like someone had told me not to
think about pink elephants.  You just can't do it.  Still, Alexis seemed to
be pretty adventurous and I wondered if she had ever, or would ever, try
it. I didn't get a chance to ask.

   "Anyway," she said.  "What about school?"

   "You're in New York," I said, gratefully able to clear my mind.

   "Really?" she said.  "Is that where I go?" She was cute when she was
being a smartass.

   "I'm not," I said.

   "Oh," she said.  The air went out of her.  "That sucks."

   "Yeah," I said.  "Everyone has already closed their applications.  It's
too late for either of us to move and I don't know how we could explain it
anyway.  Remember how we both told Dad that we wanted to go to separate
schools, establish our own identities, all that crap?"

   "I do," she said.  "But hey, we have all summer to figure this out.  I
know we'll think of something."

   "I'm coming up blank, sis," I said.

   "Well," she said, "there's always Skype.  And phone sex!"

   "I can't say that doesn't sound like fun," I said, "but it's not just
the sex."

   "It's not?" she said.  "Are you telling me you can live without this?"
She spread her legs and pulled the crotch of her bikini to the side,
flashing her pussy at me.  I'd been saying something, but suddenly I
couldn't remember what it was.

   "Cover up," I said.  "I can't think when you do that."

   She pouted at me.  She actually pouted.  It was almost worse than the
show she just gave me.

   "Stop that too," I said.

   "Stop what, dear brother?" she said.  I tried to ignore that and
refocus.

   "Here's the thing, Lex," I said, regaining my train of thought.  "Five
minutes away from you seems like an eternity right now.  I know we can
adjust to being apart for a few hours, even a few days here and there, but
when we leave for school it'll be months.  I leave in August and don't get
home until December.  Four months, Lex!  I can't be away from you for that
long."

   "I can't either," she said, thinking.  "We could...we could come home
for Thanksgiving.  Dad would be thrilled.  He was heartbroken last year
when we didn't come home."

   "That's a good idea, Lex!" I said, suddenly feeling a lot better.  "Only
three months now." The boat kept going, but the wind left my sails.  "Three
months."

   "Oh, Ian," she said.  "It seems like forever."

   "What if we visited Mom in October?" I said.  "We could call it an early
Thanksgiving or something."

   "I don't know about you," she said, "but I can't afford two round trip
tickets across the country."

   "Me either," I said, "but I can afford one.  Maybe Mom could help with
tickets to see her."

   "You know she's always broke," she said, "even with the alimony Dad pays
her."

   "True," I said.  "But hey, maybe Dad would pay for our tickets home."

   "You're right," she said.  "We can plead that we're just poor college
students."

   "You know how he is about 'financial responsibility' all the time," I
said.

   "Yeah," she said, "but Dad has always been wrapped around my finger.  I
just have to give him the doe eyes and he melts."

   "You do have that effect on some people," I said.  "Still, I feel bad
keeping secrets from Dad, and making him pay for our adventures."

   "I know," she said.  "I do too.  It doesn't feel right lying to him."

   "It doesn't," I said, "but I can't help how I feel about you, and to be
honest, I wanted to come home this Thanksgiving anyway.  It was different
last year.  I wanted to make a point about being Mister Independent.  But
when the holiday came I just felt lonely being by myself on campus. 
Everyone who could afford to went home.  Dad would have happily paid for a
ticket just to see me, and I know it hurt him that I stayed away.  With
both of us gone, he was all alone too."

   "The only reason I didn't go home was because you didn't," she said. 
"At least I had friends in the city I could spend the day with, and I had a
nice, long talk with Dad on the phone."

   "I still feel bad for keeping secrets," I said.

   "So do I," she said, "but this is a little bigger than us sneaking out
to go to a party in high school.  If not going home for Thanksgiving hurt
Dad, imagine what this would do."

   "I'd rather not," I said, but I did imagine it and it wasn't pretty. 
Then I looked at Alexis again and my fears drained out of me.  She looked
at me and I smiled back at her.

   "What?" she said.

   "We'll make it work," I said.  "Even if it takes all summer to figure it
out.  We'll make it work."

   "What makes you so certain?" she said.

   "I love you too much for us to stay apart," I said.  "We'll find a way.
We'll figure out the fall, then we'll figure out the rest of the year, and
then we'll figure out whatever comes after that, because there's nothing
else I can do."

   "You know what?" she said.

   "What?"

   "I believe you," she said.  "And I believe in you.  If you're telling me
that this is all going to work out, then it's all going to work out and I
can feel safe and secure knowing that whatever happens, you're with me."

   I saw the love in her eyes and crawled across the trampoline, wrapped my
arms around her and kissed her.  It wasn't a long kiss, but I felt a surge
of energy when our lips met.  For a brief moment, we were one.

   "What are you doing?" she said in a panic.  "It's Saturday.  There are
sure to be people we know up for the weekend and all anyone does is sit and
watch the lake."

   "And I'm just giving my cute sister a quick kiss," I said.

   "So I'm cute?" she said.

   "And so much more," I said.

   We sailed silently for a while, just enjoying the sun and wind and
water.

   "Ready to trade places again?" she said.  "I'd like to relax a little
now."

   "Sure," I said.  "You want to stay out longer or head for home?"

   "Let's head in," she said.  "I've been in the sun quite a while, and I'd
like to hit the shops and spend some of Dad's money."

   "I thought you felt bad spending his money?" I said.

   "I said I felt bad lying to him," she said.  "You felt bad for spending
his money.  I've had a lot more practice at that.  I'm pretty good at it
now."

   "You're so bad," I said.

   "Yeah," she said, "but I'm good at being bad."

   "Don't even think about getting me started," I said, "we're still on the
lake."

   "Yes we are," she said, "but we're not going to be here all day, are
we?"

   "Um..."

   "And I'm not done with you today, brother dear," she said.  That was a
promise to look forward to.

   "I like the sound of that," I said.  "Now get ready to jibe." We had
long since sailed past our private cove and needed to turn around to get
home.

   "I'm ready, babe," she said.  I liked the sound of that too, but I
didn't think she was on the same wavelength I was at that moment.  I looked
at her, smiling, and she winked back.  We had already made love twice, but
seeing her face light up like that was the best feeling I'd had all day.  I
got a big, stupid grin on my face.

   "What?" she said.

   "Nothing," I said.  "I just love you a lot."

   "I love you a lot too," she said, and we turned for home.  We rode the
rest of the way back to our cabin quietly, both of us searching in our
minds for ways to be together in the fall and beyond.  Whenever I started
to feel like it was hopeless, I only had to look at Alexis for a surge of
faith and confidence.  More than once I saw her looking to me as well. 
Before long we had reached our cove.  We turned downwind into our cove,
hitting the beach on a run.  We struck the sails, loaded the cat onto its
dolly, and tucked it away.  With the rest of our gear properly stored in
the shed, we were done with our sail.

   "Lunch here or in town?" I said as we walked back to the cabin.

   "Here," she said.  "We can catch dinner in town after some shopping."

   "Sounds good," I said.  "What would you like?"

   "Something easy," she said.

   "Sandwiches?"

   "Sure," she said.  "Got anything to go with them?"

   "No idea," I said.  "We'll have to take a look.  I'm sure we can find
something."

   When we reached the cabin I held the door open to let her in, but she
didn't step through.  Instead she stopped, wrapped herself around me, and
kissed me.  I was caught off guard, but it was just like it was on the cat
- electric.  I let go of the door and pulled her close to me, returning her
kiss as our bodies entwined.  I felt her hands exploring my back and I
followed suit, working my way down to her irresistible ass.

   And then she stopped and let go of me.

   "What was that about?" I said.

   "Just because," she said, grinning.

   "Why'd you stop?" I said.  "It was just starting to get interesting."

   "Because I'm hungry for lunch, of course."

   "Okay then," I said, just a little disappointed.

   "Also," she said, "I knew if I had kept that up any longer
that...things...would have happened."

   "What sort of 'things' are you talking about, Lex?" I said.  "Hot, sexy,
steamy things?"

   "Just shut up and get the door," she said.  Tempting as it was to pursue
this little tease, I opened the door, watched her walk through, and
followed her to the kitchen.  She seemed to have a little extra motion in
her hips as she walked in.  It was tantalizing to watch.  She took a seat
at the table and I dug into the fridge.

   "Okay," I said, "we have ham, turkey, salami..."

   "You have salami?  For me?" she said, smirking.

   "You're incorrigible," I said, popping my head out of the fridge.  She
was sitting with her legs crossed, absentmindedly kicking the air, and
trying and failing to look nonchalant.

   "What?" she said, grinning.

   "Salami jokes?" I said.  "Surely you can do better." She just giggled
and kept kicking her leg.  It was a nice leg - just bouncing up and down
there - looking sexy.  She was still in her bikini, so I could follow her
leg all the way up to her hips, which were rocking gently with each kick.
When I looked up at her face she broke into a bigger grin.  I'd been busted
ogling her.  There was no point in denying it.

   "Nice legs, sis," I said.

   "Thanks," she said.  "Is there any cheese to go with your meat?" I just
shook my head and looked back in the refrigerator.

   "Swiss and pepper jack," I said.

   "Okay then," she said.  "How about a little of all three meats and a
slice of the pepper jack."

   "Sure," I said.  "Want anything else on it?"

   "Mayo?"

   "Yup," I said, "got that."

   "Anything else to go with it?"

   "Lemme see..." I said.  "There's pickles." I thought about that for a
second and popped my head out of the fridge.

   "Don't even go there," I said quickly.  She gave me the 'who, me?' look.


   "And I know we have a couple of bags of chips in the cupboard," I said,
still digging around in the fridge.

   "I'll get those," she said, getting up.  She slipped in behind me and
put her hand on my ass.  "You're so much fun to tease." She gave my ass a
little squeeze.  I stood up to turn around so fast that I smacked my head
on the inside of the fridge.

   "Ouch," I said.  Alexis was laughing hysterically.

   "Smooth move," she said.  Then she swatted me on the ass and turned to
reach into the cupboard.  I looked at her as I rubbed my head.  She was on
her toes, stretched to reach into the top shelf.  Retrieving the chips, she
looked back over her shoulder at me.  She smiled, gave her butt a little
shake, and then went to sit down again.  I made our sandwiches and joined
her at the table.

   "So," I said, swallowing a mouth full of a salami sandwich, "what's the
plan when we get to town."

   "Nothing special, really," she said.  "I thought I'd poke around in the
trading post for a bit.  Maybe I can pull together a little outdoorsy girl
outfit you'll like."

   "I like outdoorsy girls," I said.  "Be sure to ask if you need any help
checking the fit."

   "Yeah," she said, "I'll bet you'd like to help with that, wouldn't you?"


   "Uh, yeah," I said.  "We'll find you some cute shorts.  I can make sure
they look good from the back.  Then we can find you a nice sports bra or
something."

   "I need special undies, too?" she said.

   "Absolutely," I said.  "You can't go hiking in just any old bra or your
boobs will bounce all over the place."

   "And you'd hate to have that happen, right?" she said.

   "Definitely," I said.  "You don't want sore boobs at the end of the
day."

   "And my panties?" she said.  "Do I need special panties?"

   "Pretty sure you do," I said.  "I'll help check the fit on those, too."

   "I didn't know you were such an expert on these things," she said.

   "I'm not," I said, "but that doesn't mean I don't want to help."

   "Yeah, okay," she said, "but you're not coming in the fitting room with
me.  I don't want to get arrested for fucking my brother in public."

   "Good idea," I said.  "We should fuck in private instead.  Seriously
though, I actually think the 'cute outdoorsy outfit' is a pretty good idea.
We can get you all setup for the outdoors and maybe do some mountain
backpacking later this summer."

   "Really," she said.  "Mountains?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "Maybe Colorado or Wyoming."

   "I've never been to Idaho," she said.  "Could we go there?"

   "Sure," I said.  "Why not?"

   "Yay!"

   "I didn't know you were interested in backpacking," I said.  "It's not
like car camping.  It's a lot more work, but you're out in truly wild
areas. You can go days without seeing another person.  My last trip was for
a week."

   "That's why I'm interested," she said.  "I can handle the work and a
week alone with you sounds perfect.  We could sleep naked in a tent.  Or
under the stars!"

   "Well," I said, "I'm definitely up for the naked part.  Under the stars
will depend on the bugs."

   "Deal," she said.

   "Really?" I said.  "You're serious.  You'd go backpacking with me?"

   "I'm totally serious," she said.  "I would honestly just love a week
alone with you in the wilderness.  I know we'd get tired and dirty and
smelly, but I don't care if you don't."

   "I'll be just as smelly as you," I said.  "Worse, probably."

   "I don't care," she said.  "Let's do it!"

   "We should finish our lunch first," I said.  "Then I need a quick shower
before we go into town." We both finished up our sandwiches.  I couldn't
get over the idea that she wanted to go backpacking with me.  I kept
looking at her with a stupid, eager grin on my face.  She just looked back
and smiled.  It was going to be a great summer.

   We were now both eager to head into town and quickly finished eating.

   "Ready to hit the showers?" she said.

   "Is it safe?" I said.

   "Maybe," she said.  "I can't make any promises about what I'll do if
we're wet and naked in the same small room together."

   "I'll take my chances," I said.  "The worst that could happen would be
me getting to see your smokin' hot body naked again."

   "Okay," she said.  "But we have to be quick.  I want to get into town
and spend Dad's money."

   "Let's clean up the kitchen first," I said.  We made short work of
getting everything scrubbed clean, then headed for the bathroom.  My sister
unceremoniously dropped her top, and then removed her bottoms, swinging her
hips back and forth as she worked them down.

   "You are so sexy," I said.

   "Horny again already?" she said.  "Didn't you get enough this morning?"

   "I'm not sure the word 'enough' is ever going to work for me when I'm
around you," I said.

   "I know the feeling," she said.  She laid her arms over my shoulders and
kissed me.  I returned her kiss and pulled her close to me.  Caressing her
back and then stroking her irresistible ass.  She slipped an arm between us
and grabbed my rapidly growing cock.

   "Whatever you have in mind," I said, "I like it!  But we better do it
fast."

   "You're right," she said.

   Without another word she dropped to her knees in front of me and shoved
my cock into her mouth, stroking at the base while she worked over the head
with her mouth and tongue.  As she stroked up and down with her hand and
mouth, she also twisted them in opposite directions and kept swirling her
tongue around and around in her mouth.  The sensation was unbelievable. 
Every nerve ending was tingling.

   "Fuck," I mumbled.  "That's...oh...Lexi." I was nearly incoherent.

   She came up for air, replacing her mouth with her other hand, both of
them now stroking me but still twisting in opposite directions.  "You said
we better do it fast.  I thought I'd start with the good stuff."

   "Good stuff...yeah," I said.  "But...ugh...I'm gonna be done before you
get started." She squeezed a little harder, still stroking and twisting. 
On the down stroke, she licked the end of my cock and wrapped her tongue
around the head.  "Oh my God, Lex!"

   "This is all for you, baby," she said.  "Come for your sister." She dove
for my cock again, swallowing nearly the full length.  I could feel the
head reaching her throat, and then she came back up, still twisting with
her hand.  She got into a rhythm, and with each twist and turn and suck and
stroke, I got closer to the end.  She was doing her best to make me come as
fast as possible and it was working brilliantly.  The sensations were
almost unbearable and I could feel my balls beginning to tighten.

   "Soon...sis," I said.  I was gasping for air and could only mutter one
word at a time.  She took me out of her mouth, stroking with both hands
again.

   "Good," she said.  "I'm hungry for a load of my brother's cum."

   "Oh...God!"

   "Come for me, brother," she said.  "Come in your sister's throat!"

   She went back down.  All the way down.  I could feel my head in her
throat, her tongue on the bottom of my shaft, and her lips at the base. 
She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me hard against her to get
that very last bit of my cock into her mouth, and I came, my cock throbbed
and launched one shot into her throat and then another.  Then she moved her
mouth further up my shaft so that only head remained in her mouth.  Her
hands replaced her mouth on the bottom and she squeezed and stroked my
shaft as I launched two more shots onto her tongue.  She swallowed them
both, then kept stroking, working more and more out of me until I was spent
and barely able to stand.  She eased down until she was barely moving and
just holding my cock in her mouth, still pulsing through the end of my
orgasm as I gasped and tried to regain my breath.

   "Mmm," she hummed on my slowly softening cock, adding a new sensation to
my already hypersensitive cock.

   "Fuck, Lex," I said, finally able to speak.  "That was...amazing." At
last she released me and stood back up.

   Wrapping her arms around me, she said, "Can anyone suck your cock like
your sister?"

   "No," I said.

   "No, what?" she said, grabbing me by the ass and pulling me close.

   "Nobody can suck my cock like my sister," I said.  I kissed her hard and
then grabbed her ass and pulled her in.  "You're crazy hot today, sis."

   "Mmm, baby," she said.  "I'm your crazy hot slutty sister today."

   "That is so dirty," I said.  "But we need to get clean now."

   "Aw," she said.  "Do we have to?" She reached into the shower and turned
on the water.

   "Yes," I said.  "Now get your sexy ass in the shower before I have to
spank that thing again."

   "Ooo," she said, turning around and sticking her ass out at me.  "You
wouldn't spank my cute little ass, would you?"

   "Damn right I would," I said, and gave her a firm swat.  "Get in there
and let's get wet."

   "I'm wet already," she said.  I reached around her and stuck my hand
between her legs.  She wasn't kidding.  Her pussy was soaked.

   "Damn, sis," I said, working my middle finger into her.  "Need help with
this?"

   "God that feels good," she said, "but no.  We need to get showered."

   "You sure?" I said, continuing to work my finger in her pussy.

   "Mmm...yes," she said, sighing and pulling my hand away from her crotch.
"But you're going to make it up to me later, okay."

   "That sounds like fun," I said.  I spun her around to face me and slowly
licked my fingers clean in front of her.  I looked at her and said,
"Tasty!"

   "Promise me you'll put that tongue to work later," she said.

   "I will."

   "Promise me!" she said.

   "I promise!" I said.

   "Promise what, brother?"

   "I promise to lick and suck your pussy until you grab me by the hair,
squeeze my head between your silky thighs, and scream."

   "Whose pussy?" she said.

   "My sister's pussy," I said.

   "That's more like it," she said.  "Now I can handle waiting for you to
fulfill that promise.  Plus, I'll be horny all fucking afternoon.  You
might have to fuck me in the fitting room after all."

   "No fitting room fucks for you, sis," I said.  "You'll have to wait
until we get home after dinner.  Then I can get you drunk and take
advantage of you."

   "You won't need to get me drunk for that," she said.

   "Hope not," I said, "now get your ass in the shower." I swatted her
again.

   "Ouch!" she said.  "I'm getting in, I'm getting in!"

   She reached into the spray to check the temperature, then stepped in. 
"See!  I'm in."

   "Let's get clean!" I said, and we made short work of our shower.  When
we were done we went to get dressed.  Lex put her outfit from breakfast
back on.

   "I want something easy to get off," she said.

   I looked at her quizzically.  "Really?"

   "For the fitting room, dork," she said.  "If I wanted something easy to
take off for quick sex, I wouldn't be wearing panties."

   "But panties are sexy," I said.  "And sneaking them off in public is
even sexier."

   "Aren't you a naughty boy today," she said.

   "You're my inspiration," I said.

   "Thanks," she said, grinning at me.  "Now get dressed.  I can't think
straight with that thing pointing at me.

   I'd been standing naked in front of her.  I wasn't used to the idea that
I could be a distraction for her just like she was one for me.

   "Bye," she whispered as I pulled up my boxers.

   "Bye?"

   "I was just saying goodbye to your cock," she said.  "I'll miss it while
we're shopping."

   "Ah, right then," I said.  "It's a long way to town.  Want anything for
the road?"

   "How about a water?" she said.  I grabbed two waters and the keys.

   "Let's go," I said.  On the drive into town we talked more about our
plans for the summer.  I was really looking forward to taking a road trip
with my sister and exploring a mountain wilderness somewhere.  I didn't
know Idaho well, but I had seen photos of the rugged Sawtooth range, and
remembered that a friend had hiked the Selkirks in the panhandle.  We
discussed the merits of both, but without a guide or access to the
internet, there was no way to make any kind of decision so we mostly talked
about the ups and downs of wilderness backpacking.  I was happy that Alexis
seemed really enthusiastic about the idea.  I didn't hold back about the
rugged nature of such a trip, but she wasn't put off in the least.  Of
course, Alexis was no delicate, fragile flower.  Strong and athletic, I had
no doubt she could handle a week in the mountains.

   We talked more about school as well, and that discussion wasn't nearly
as much fun.  We were reminded of how much time we would spend apart and we
both felt sad and lost until Alexis remembered something.

   "Holy shit!" she said.  She kind of shouted at me, really.

   "Holy shit, what, Lex?" I said.

   "My birthday!" she said.  "And yours!  It's perfect!"

   "Yeah, Lex," I said.  "We both have birthdays.  Thanks for letting me
know."

   "You're kind of a dunderhead sometimes," she said.

   "Seriously, sis," I said, "what are you talking about?  We both have
birthdays.  They're a week apart at the end of September.  So?"

   "So," she said, "what do we always do for our birthdays?"

   "Eat cake?" I still had no idea what she was talking about.

   "No, my dopey brother," she said, "we have a birthday party!"

   "Lex," I said, "whatever are you on about?  We haven't had a birthday
party for you since you left for college."

   "Exactly!"

   "Apparently I really am an idiot," I said, "because you're making no
sense at all.  Everything is perfect because you're in New York on your
birthday now and we haven't had a party for you in three years.  Yay us!"

   "I'm going to have a birthday party this year, Ian," she said.

   "I'll send a card," I said.  "If you're trying to make me feel better,
it's not working.  We'll be on opposite ends of the country and I won't be
there for your birthday."

   "Oh yes you will," she said.

   "Hello, Alexis!" I said.  "Anyone home?  I'll be in Oregon."

   "No you won't," she said.  "Remember me telling you about Dad?"

   "What about him?"

   "How I just give him the doe eyes and I get what I want?"

   "Sure."

   "So," she said, "I'm going to tell Dad that I haven't had one single
birthday party since I started college, and it's my last year, and I
deserve a party on my birthday."

   "He'll send flowers and a cake."

   "He'll send two airline tickets, dumbass," she said, "because I'll tell
him he has to fly both of us home so we can all be together for my last
birthday as a college girl."

   "Dad isn't that tightly wrapped around your finger," I said.  "You'll
never pull this off."

   "Oh yeah," she said.  "Watch me."

   "No way," I said.  "No way you get Dad to pay for two more airline
tickets.  He'll send you something or he'll tell you we'll throw a party at
Thanksgiving or something."

   "Wanna bet?" she said.

   "You're on!" I said, then paused.  "Ah...what's the bet?"

   "I'll bet you a blow-job that I get him to do it," she said.

   "I'm looking forward to that," I said, "because your blow-jobs are
fucking amazing."

   "Thanks," she said.  I looked at her, grinning, and she looked down and
blushed.

   "What," I said, "you're shy again now?  You just got me to pop in about
three minutes flat.  I almost passed out.  You're a goddess."

   "Thanks, Ian," she said.  "I sort of lose control around you sometimes.
You get me heated up and I just want to be dirty."

   "I know the feeling," I said.

   "But I'm glad you liked it," she said.

   "I did," I said.  "And on the off chance that you actually get Dad to go
for this thing, what do I have to do?"

   She tipped her head sideways and said, "Seriously?" She nodded her down
head a little and looked at her lap.

   "Oh!" I said.  "Deal!" I shook her hand to seal the bet.  "I win either
way."

   She blushed again and giggled.  "Me too," she said.  I reached across
the car and took her hand in mine.  It was just another couple of miles
into town and we were approaching the turn to the main highway.  Before we
got there, I pulled over to the side of the road.

   "Why are you stopping?" she said.

   "For this," I said, and leaned over and kissed her.  We shared that
warm, soft kiss for a moment, then broke apart.

   "What was that for?" she said.

   "Because one," I said, "I love you and love your kisses, and two, we're
not going to be able to do that again for a while."

   "Oh, right," she said.  "I'm going to miss that."

   "And you don't get to torment me by...flashing...things, or, ah,
rubbing, or...or...being sexy in general," I said.

   "I'll try to be good," she said.

   "You better!" I said.

   "But you have to behave too!" she said.

   "What do I do?" I said.

   "No kissing," she said.  "That actually makes me wet, and I'm already
kind of horny from earlier.  Plus you just kissed me right now."

   "Sorry," I said, "Didn't know."

   "And no looking at me and getting all smiley and sparkly eyed, either,"
she said.

   "I do that?"

   "Yes," she said.  "You stare at me with those deep blue eyes like you're
looking straight into my soul and I kind of...lose myself."

   "Ah..."

   "You're doing it right now, you sneaky bastard!" she said.  "Stop that!"


   "I don't even know what I'm doing!"

   "Well," she said, "knock it off anyway!"

   "Okay," I said.  "I'll try, I guess."

   "No touching my butt either," she said.  "I get wet when you do that,
too."

   "Okay," I said.

   "In fact, don't even look at my butt," she said.  "I know when you're
looking at my butt and that gets me wet."

   "You get wet for a lot of stuff, sis," I said.

   "Shut up!" she said.  "You know, don't even think about my butt."

   "What the..." I said.  "How can I not even think about it?"

   "Just don't," she said.  "Don't think about my boobs either.  You said
you like them, you know.  You did.  You said...what was it...you said I had
an 'awesome rack,' didn't you?  No thinking about my rack, or my butt, or,
or, or...just stop thinking about stuff that makes me wet."

   I leaned over and kissed her.

   "It's okay, sis.  I promise not to think about your pussy, or your legs,
or your awesome rack, or your gorgeous ass, or anything else about your
fantastic body, or about your kisses - especially not about your kisses -
until we get through this trip to town, you're just going to be my stupid
sister, who I can't help being hopelessly in love with."

   "No being in love with me either," she said.  "That makes me wet too."

   "Is there anything that doesn't?" I said.

   "No idea," she said.  "Drive the damn car."

   "You got it," I said, and pulled away from the shoulder.

   "Hey sis?" I said a moment later as I turned onto the main highway.

   "Don't call me sis, either," she said.

   "I know," I said, "it makes you wet."

   "No," she said.  "It makes me feel like a naughty girl."

   "Mmm," I said.  "That makes me hard."

   "And that...makes me wet."

   "Right," I said.  "Now, is there something I do that really annoys you?
Something sort of irritating?"

   "I don't know," she said, "why?"

   "I thought if there was something like that," I said, "I could do it if
we start getting...if we start not acting like squabbling siblings."

   "Oh," she said.  "That's actually a good idea."

   "Well?"

   "Just start talking about video games," she said.  "In about two minutes
I'll be bored to tears and my panties will be as dry as the Sahara."

   "Perfect!" I said.

   "Thanks," she said.

   "For boring you to tears and killing your libido?" I said.

   "For being willing to bore me to tears and kill my libido all for the
sake of my sanity," she said.  "I love you for that."

   "Love you too, sis."

   "Don't call me 'sis,' Ian."

   "Okay, Lexi."

   "Nope.  Definitely not 'Lexi' either."

   "You're right," I said, "Lexi is sexy.  Just 'Lex' then?"

   "No," she said, thinking it over, "not Lex.  Better stick to Alexis."

   "That's not exactly a woody killer either," I said, "but okay."

   "You're a sweetheart," she said.

   "Anything for love, Alexis," I said.

   "Don't say love."

   "You have a lot of rules," I said.

   "Turn left here," she said.  "The trading post is on this street."

   I followed the street to the end and found a parking spot.  From the car
we could see the harbor and the lighthouse.

   "Let's go spend Dad's money!" she said.

   "How are you going to even do that, exactly?" I said.

   "He gave me a credit card, of course," she said, getting out of the car.
"You're not very bright are you?"

   "I don't have a credit card," I said.

   "That, Ian, is because you don't have Dad wrapped around your finger,"
she said.

   "How do you do that, exactly?" I said.

   "I'm prettier than you," she said.

   "I'll give you that," I said.

   "And you're a dumbass," she said.

   "Bitch."

   "Dickhead."

   I leaned in and whispered to her.  "I think this is working.  I'm kind
of annoyed."

   She whispered back.  "No leaning."

   I stood back up straight again as we walked to the store, resisting the
temptation to take her hand.  'Dickhead,' she had said.  So cute.

   "Stop thinking I'm cute," she said.

   "How the fuck did you know that?" I said.

   "Just stop."

   Now she was a fucking mind reader.  What the hell?

   Then she whispered again.  "I saw your reflection in the window.  You
were smiling."

   "Wench," I said.

   "Thanks, Ian," she said.  "You're the best."

   "You're welcome," I said.  We had reached the store and I opened the
door.

   "Now get your...now get in," I said.  "And don't take all damn day."

   "Oh shut up," she said.  "You'll be in the camping gear section until
the store falls on your head, then you'll head over to books."

   "Whatever," I said.  "Go buy some dipshit girly crap with Daddy's
money."

   She turned to leave but I grabbed her arm and stopped her.  "Come find
me when you're ready to look at anything outdoorsy.  Can't have you putting
on something stupid looking."

   "Yeah," she said, "that's your job."

   We went our separate ways in the store.  She headed for all the scented
candles and home decor stuff.  I went for the camping gear, just like she
said I would.  I wandered through there for a while, coveting all sorts of
interesting things I couldn't afford to buy.  Shopping sucks when you're
broke.  Then I wandered over to books for a while, where I found a Boundary
Waters canoe trip guide that I found intriguing.  Maybe Alexis would be
interested in a canoe trip.  I picked up the book and was reading about the
routes when I felt a smack in the back of my head.

   "Hey, dork face." My sister the charmer.  She already had a basket full
of stuff.

   "What can I do for you, Alexis," I said.

   "I told you I'd find you over here by the books," she said.

   "You did," I said.  "Have a look at this." I handed her the book.

   "It's a canoe," she said.  "What about it?"

   "It's a Boundary Waters trip guide," I said.  "I was thinking about
taking a short trip later this summer."

   "So?"

   "Thought maybe you might want to drag your sorry a...ah...that you might
want to tag along," I said.  "Interested?"

   "Who would want to be alone in the north woods with you, dork?" she
said. But her eyes said yes, and she winked at me.  I kept the book.

   "Anyway," she said, "can you help me for a minute?"

   "Why?" I said.  "Can't you read the price tags?

   "Ha ha," she said.  "Can you just come look at something for a minute?"

   "Sure, Le...Alexis."

   I followed her off to the women's wear section.  She pulled two pairs of
shorts off of a rack and held them both up.

   "Which one?" she said.  One was very cute, but cotton and wouldn't be
great for hiking.  Wet cotton was miserable.  The other wasn't quite as
stylish, but was a lot more practical.  On the trail, utility was a lot
more important than style.

   "That one," I said, nodding toward the more practical item.

   "Really?" she said, looking just a little disappointed.  "But these are
cuter."

   "On you?" I said, scoffing.  "What's the difference?"

   Who was I kidding?  She was very pretty by any reasonable standard. 
Anyone could see it, and pretending she wasn't just seemed dumb.

   "Sorry Alexis," I said.  "That was mean.  Even I can tell you're quite
pretty." She smiled just a little.

   "You're kind of a bitch," I said, "but I can't deny you're pretty."

   "You're such a jerk sometimes," she said.

   "You don't want cotton if you're going to be in the woods for a while,"
I said.  "It's miserable to wear if it gets wet."

   "Okay," she said.

   "These will dry fast so you don't chafe," I said.  "Think about where
you'll chafe if that cotton gets wet and you have to walk in it all day."

   "Ah...oh!" she said.  "I'd...rather not, actually."

   "Exactly," I said.  I followed her around as she browsed through the
shirts.  She learned quickly and changed her focus from fashion to
function. Fortunately the store was well stocked with gear made for the
outdoors, some of which was reasonably stylish, in an outdoorsy sort of
way.

   "Anything else I need?" she said.

   "Some good socks," I said.  "Wool."

   "Wouldn't they be itchy?" she said.

   "Nope," I said.  "Woolens today aren't like that unless you're sensitive
to them, and they're comfortable and warm even when they're wet."

   We walked over by the shoes and found a couple of good quality pairs of
socks.

   "You should try all that on," I said.  "We're a long way from home."

   "Okay," she said.  Then she leaned a little closer and whispered "but
you don't get to help me try them on."

   We found a fitting room and she disappeared in it for a long time.  She
finally stepped out wearing the outfit she had chosen.

   "Well?"

   She looked like she stepped off the cover of Backpacker magazine, but I
couldn't tell her that.  I pointed a finger in the air and spun it around
to tell her I wanted to see the back.  She looked at me with a skeptical
expression.

   "Gotta see if it fits, Alexis," I said.  "Remember chafing?"

   "Chafing, right," she said, still skeptical, but she turned around.  It
was the smallest of movements, but she went just a little beyond half way
around, then came back, her ass swaying just slightly.  That part of the
store was empty and nobody else could have seen it but me.  For me, she
might as well have dropped her pants and bent over.  She turned and looked
over her shoulder at me.  It wasn't subtle.  Her back was arched and her
ass was gorgeous.

   "Back okay?"

   Okay?  It was ripped straight out of my fantasies and slapped onto her
ass.  The whole ensemble gave her a sexy girl next door look that I
couldn't resist.  I didn't dare just start talking.  I hesitated and
composed a reply in my mind, hoping I could spit it out without stammering.


   "Yup," I said, trying to sound nonchalant but barely able to breathe
evenly.  I kind of sucked in a breath instead of inhaling like a normal
person.  "That should work okay."

   "How about these socks?" she said, and she actually bent over to pull
them up.  I couldn't believe it.  I needed an out, and quickly, before I
dragged us both in the changing room for a private fitting.

   "They're fine," I said.  "Get changed so we can go.  I was in the middle
of a video game back the cabin."

   I sighed with relief that she immediately caught my meaning.  She
silently mouthed "sorry" and stepped back into the fitting room.  I found a
quiet corner and adjusted my pants.  What the hell had happened to "don't
even think about my butt?"

   She stepped out a minute later, back in her own clothes.

   "We good?" she said.  She wasn't talking about shopping; she was asking
if I was okay after her show.  I nodded yes.

   "Do they have the same style as those shorts in pants with zip-off
legs?" I said.

   "I think so," she said.  "They were right over here." She dug through
the rack and found her size.

   "Get those too," I said.  "If it gets buggy at night you'll appreciate
having pants instead of shorts.  Get another shirt too." Her eyes lit up at
that.  Shopping was a sure-fire way to improve my sister's mood.

   "Need any...ah..."

   "What?" she said.

   I paused, searching for word that wouldn't break our rules.  "Need any
under...things?"

   "Underthings?" she said, scoffing.  "Have you gone total dork now?"

   "No," I said, "I was just talking about the stuff chicks wear in video
games."

   "Right," she said.  "Gotcha.  I'm good, actually.  I have stuff at home
for workouts.  That should be good for the trail, right?"

   "I'm sure it will be," I said.  "You want a hat?" I always wore hats.

   "Not really," she said.  "Hat hair, you know."

   "Nobody cares in the middle of nowhere," I said.  "I like to keep the
sun off my head, but it's your call."

   "I'll pass," she said, "and if I change my mind this isn't the only
place between here and Idaho that sells hats."

   "Nope," I said, "sure isn't.  You can go check out.  I already paid for
my book.  I'll wait outside."

   She looked a little disappointed.  I think she was expecting me to wait
in line with her.  I needed a moment alone to cool down and went outside to
wait.  Stepping out, I noticed a small coffee shop next door and went to
get us two coffees.  She came out of the store just as I was walking out of
the coffee shop.

   "Here you go," I said, handing her the coffee.  "Dark roast, black."

   "You remembered," she said.  "Thanks!"

   "No problem," I said.

   "Aren't you sweet," she said.  "Can we walk down by the marina now?  I
want to go see the sailboats."

   "Sure," I said.  There weren't many boats, but there weren't many people
either so we would at least be able to talk privately.  After a moment we
were out of earshot of anyone.

   "That wasn't as bad as I was expecting," I said.

   "No," she said.  "It was a lot worse.  I almost cried when you called me
a bitch."

   It was all I could do not to hug her and kiss her and pledge my
everlasting love, but we were still out in public.

   "I'm really sorry," I said quietly.  "You know I didn't mean it.  I was
just, you know, trying to play my role.  Forgive me?"

   "Of course I do, dopey," she said.  "I didn't want to cry because I
thought you were really calling me a bitch.  I wanted to cry because I
wanted to hold your hand and tell you I love you, but the only thing you
could do is call me a bitch and the only thing I could do was tell you that
you're a jerk."

   "You're just completely adorable," I said.  "Did you know that?"

   "If you say so," she said.

   "I do," I said, and I took her hand in mine.

   "People will notice that, you know," she said.

   "Look around, Lex," I said.

   "Don't call me Lex," she said.

   "Oh, why not?" I said.  "Nobody knows us here, and even if they do I'm
just a guy holding his sisters hand.  Our old selves didn't fight ALL the
time.  Remember going to the movies?  You'd lean on me and munch popcorn."

   "You always let me have most of it," she said.  We stopped at a bench
and took a seat.

   "Yeah," I said, laughing.  "It's a wonder you don't have an ass the size
of Wisconsin by now, eating like that."

   "Don't talk about my ass," she said.

   "Oh my God.  You ought to talk, little miss 'how are my socks.' Do you
have any idea how close you came to getting fucked in the fitting room?"

   "You wouldn't!"

   "Wouldn't I?" I said.  "Try me sometime when we're really somewhere
where nobody could possibly know us."

   "You're serious?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

   I hesitated for a moment, then gave a kind of goofy grin and said "yeah,
actually.  I am."

   "God!  That's so naughty," she said.

   "If you don't like it," I said, "then stop modeling socks for me."

   "Only you could get worked up by socks," she said.

   "Only you could model them quite like that, Lex," I said.

   "Isn't it supposed to be Alexis?" she said.

   "No," I said.  "Not right now, anyway.  Nobody can hear anything we say,
so I can call you Lex or sexy Lexi or whatever the hell I want, and I can
tell you that when you did that little show with the socks I wanted to
kneel down behind you and nibble on your ass right there in the store, and
I can tell you that after you went in the fitting room I had to go hide
behind a rack of coats and stick my hand in my pants to put my cock back
where it belonged because I was standing at attention just from watching
your god damned ass for like one minute."

   "Ah...wow," she said, a little bit stunned.

   "And one more thing," I said.  What the hell.  I was on a roll.  "I want
to kiss you so bad right now.  I want to kiss you every time I look at you.
I especially want to kiss you when I look at your luscious lips.  But
mostly I want to kiss you right now.  In fact, I'm going to."

   I leaned in and kissed her.  It lasted just a moment, but a moment that
transcended time.  I felt a wave of love flow over me.

   "Wow," she said.  "I'm glad I was already sitting down."

   "Let go get a fucking ice cream cone," I said, still a little wound up.

   "Don't say fucking," she said.

   "We going there again?" I said.

   "No, really," she said quietly.  She turned left and right, looking over
the area carefully.  There wasn't a soul within a hundred yards of us.  She
carefully hiked up her already short skirt until I could see a glimpse of
her panties.  She cast her eyes down at them and I followed her gaze
between her legs.  There was an obvious wet spot on the front of her
panties.  I looked up at her, a little bug eyed.  She quickly stood up and
brushed her skirt back into its proper place.

   "I told you," she whispered.

   "Sorry, Alexis," I said.  "I do promise to make it up to you later."

   "You better," she said.  "I'm running out of clean panties."

   I nearly had to sit down again, and actually banged my shin on the bench
turning to leave.  At that, Alexis laughed so hard she nearly fell over. 
Fortunately, that cooled the superheated mood and we walked to the ice
cream shop for a treat.  They served ice cream made on the premises and
hand packed.  It was delicious.

   "What's next?" said Alexis.

   "There's a bookstore down the block," I said.  "I'd like to have a look.
They have a lot of titles by local authors."

   We went there and browsed a while.  I found two interesting books set on
the North Shore, and Alexis found a book of poetry by a Minnesota author.
She charged all three to my father's credit card.  I still felt bad about
spending his money.

   "Dinner?" I said.

   "Sounds good," she said.  "Shopping for socks made me hungry."

   "Oh stop," I said.

   "What are you in the mood for?" she said.

   "How about a burger?" I said.  "There's a place on the north end of town
that serves about twenty different kinds of burgers."

   "Okay," she said.  "I really am starved."

   We hopped in the car and made the short trip to the burger joint.  I had
a barbeque, bacon, and Swiss burger.  Alexis went with the Juicy Lucy, a
burger patty stuffed with sautéed onions and three kinds of cheese and
grilled, then served on a toasted onion bun.  As burgers go, it was a work
of art.  In fact, both were delicious.  Filled up with our burgers and
fries, we called an end to our trip to town and made the drive back to the
cabin.  Alexis had a nice nap on the drive home.  I didn't mind a bit, and
quietly enjoyed watching her sleep.  The fact that she had her shoes off
and her feet up on the dash didn't hurt.  It gave me a great view of her
legs.

   Alexis woke up as I was entering the long driveway back to the cabin.

   "Hey," she said, still a little sleepy.

   "Have a nice nap?" I said.

   "I did," she said.  "Sorry I wasn't awake to keep you company."

   "That's alright," I said.  "I was just enjoying the view of your legs,
sis."

   She stretched just then, raising her arms above her head.  When she did,
it hiked her skirt up just a little further and exposed nearly all of her
legs.  It also made a fine display of her boobs, which were pushed out by
her stretching.  All in all, it was a superb show.  I nearly drove off into
the forest watching her.  When she was done she looked over and saw me
staring back at her.

   "What?" she said.

   "Nothing," I said.  "You're just...wow."

   "I'm wow?" she said.

   "Oh yeah," I said.  "Have a look at your legs.  They're yummy."

   "Yummy?" she said, smiling.  "I don't think I've heard of legs described
as 'yummy' before."

   "Well," I said, "I say they're yummy, 'cause when I look at those thighs
I just want to taste them."

   "Yeah," she said, raising her eyebrows.  "How about now?" And she lifted
her skirt further - enough to give me a nice look at her panties.  I made a
kind of a guttural noise - something between a moan and a growl - and then
she spread her legs a little to give me a better view.

   "Damn," I said.

   "Like that?" she said.

   "Mmm, yeah," I said.  She spread her legs a little more and slipped a
hand between them.

   "That gets me all steamy," she said.

   "What does?" I said.

   "That you like looking at me," she said.  "I get hot knowing I turn you
on." She slipped her hand into her panties and was masturbating in front of
me.  For me.  We had fortunately reached the end of the driveway and I
managed to park the car without running into any trees.

   "Want to go inside?" I said.

   "Not...yet," she said between gasps and moans.  "Busy."

   Was she ever.  Her free hand had found its way to her boobs and was
massaging them.  The rest of her was sort of...undulating in her seat, like
she was doing a slow motion hula dance while sitting down.

   "Need any help?" I said.

   "No," she said.  "Just...watch."

   "Fuck," I said.  Damn this was hot.

   "Enjoy," she said, then gasped again, "the show."

   She wasn't going to have me help her out, but I couldn't stop myself
from attending to my own needs.  I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans,
and fished out my expanding cock.  Just getting it out of my pants so it
wasn't folded over was an enormous relief.  Alexis still had her panties on
but was clearly working two fingers into her pussy now, and it was amazing
to watch.  I realized just then that I had never actually watched a girl
masturbate before.  My sister was my first.  It was easily the sexiest
thing I had ever watched, and my cock was aching for attention.  I stroked
it slowly.

   "No," she said.

   "No?" I said.  "No what?"

   "No...playing," she said, "save that...for later."

   The very idea of not touching myself was torturous, but I did as she
asked as she continued with her show.  She was really thrashing and started
tugging at her panties.

   "Help me," she said, and lifted her hips off the seat.  I grabbed the
panties and pulled them to her knees.  Her skirt was still where she left
it.  The panties were soaked.  I swept a finger through them.  My finger
was wet from her moisture and I tasted it.  She groaned when she saw me
lick my finger clean and stuck her hand back between her legs, quickly
shoving two fingers into her pussy.  It was insanely hot to watch.

   She had told me not to touch myself and not to help her get off, but I
couldn't resist another taste.  I grabbed her hand and pulled it toward me.
She moaned in protest until I put her fingers into my mouth and licked them
clean.

   "Oh, fuck," she said, and yanked her hand back so she could shove her
fingers back into her pussy.  She was sliding forward and nearly off the
seat, frigging furiously, and getting loud.  I was glad we had made it back
to our secluded property before she started making this much noise with the
windows down.  Someone could have heard her from a mile away, but the
nearest neighbor was much further.

   When she started moaning my name, I thought I might blow without even
touching my cock.  I satisfied my need to do something - anything - by
scooping up another helping of her cream, which was flowing from her.

   "No...touching," she said as I loaded my fingers, but she watched as I
once again stuck them in my mouth and licked them clean.

   "Mmm," I said, "that's yummy.  I need more." Her hand blocked my way. 
She was still finger fucking herself.

   "Oh...God," she said.  "Shirt...help me." She sat up quickly and started
to reach for her shirt.  I intercepted her hand and sucked her fingers
clean.

   "So good," I said.  Looking at me, she squeezed her thighs together and
groaned, then grabbed her breasts over her shirt and mashed both, rocking
back and forth and grunting.  When I pulled her hands away from her boobs
she made a sound that was a strange combination of whining and moaning. 
After I pulled off her shirt she shoved a hand back between her legs.

   "Bra," she said.  I did my best to get hold of the clasp as she rocked
and thrashed.  When I finally got it off, she grabbed a nipple in each hand
and pulled hard on them.  The fingers that had been in her pussy left a
glistening smear of her juices on her nipple.  I watched it and groaned
myself as a small dribble ran down the curve of her breast.  I was
powerless to stop myself and leaned in and licked it clean.

   She screamed when I did that and vaguely uttered something that sounded
like "no," then pushed my head away.  Watching and not touching her was
becoming unbearable.  My cock was twitching involuntarily.  I hadn't
touched it since she told me not to, but even so I could feel it tingling
as if I were buried in her pussy.  Still she went on, frantically rubbing
her pussy, kneading her breast, and thrashing in her seat.  And still there
was that damned skirt.  Something about her not being completely undressed
made it even sexier.  I didn't know how much longer I could hold out
without touching myself.

   "God, Lexi," I said.  "You're so fucking hot."

   She crushed her thighs together on her hand again, arching her back and
moaning.

   "I need to lick your pussy so bad right now," I said, "and if I don't
touch my cock soon I'm gonna fucking pass out."

   She looked over at me, and then looked down at my cock.  It was
throbbing helplessly.  Then she cried out my name, arched her back, and
came, grunting and thrusting her hips into the air with that fucking sexy
little skirt going along for the ride.  Finally a blast of air burst from
her lungs and she collapsed into the seat, gasping for breath.  She had
gone limp, but still had her hand between her legs and shuddered a few
times as she recovered.  She turned her face to me and smiled.

   "Jesus, Lex," I said.

   "Enjoy the...show?" she said.  Her chest was still heaving as she worked
to catch her breath, and her beautiful breasts were rising and falling with
each breath.

   "Fuck," I managed to mutter.  I was too far gone to think of anything at
all to say.

   "Let's go...inside," she said.

   "Can you walk?" I said.

   "No," she said with an odd sort of grin.  "I don't think so." It was
almost like she was drunk.

   With my cock still throbbing it was a task to get my pants back on, but
I managed and went around to open her door.  She had come all the way down
from her orgasm and was passive now and drowsy.  I gathered the clothes
that had been strewn about the car, laying her shirt and bra over my
shoulder.  When I picked up her panties I couldn't resist the urge to sniff
her scent on them.  It was as intoxicating as ever.  I stuffed them in my
pocket.

   "Come on sis," I said.  "Let me help you up.  Put your arms around me."

   She laid her arms lazily around my neck and I scooped her from the seat,
kicked the door shut, and carried her toward the cabin.

   "Don't forget our stuff," she said sleepily.

   "Later," I said.  "I have things I want to do first."

   "Sexy things?" she said, still drowsy, but giving me a little smile.

   "Uh huh," I said.

   "Mmm," she said, "sounds fun."

   "Hang on to me while I get the door, sis," I said.  My sister held on a
little harder and pulled herself close to me.  I started to reach for the
door but then paused and kissed her.

   "Mmm," she said.  "That was nice."

   "Yeah," I said as I opened the door and carried her through.  We went
straight to the bedroom where I laid her on the bed, still wearing that
skirt but with nothing on beneath it.  She was stretched out with her arms
on the pillows above her head and her legs spread.  I just stood there for
a moment, admiring my sister's magnificent body.  It was all for me.

   "I think I need to look after you, now," she said.  "You looked pretty
worked up in the car.  Let's get those clothes off of you."

   "I've got that," I said, "and I have something I want to do first." I
quickly pulled of my shirt and unbuttoned my pants, letting them drop to
the floor.  The relief I felt just at having my aching erection free of the
confines of my jeans was extraordinary.  I stepped out of my jeans, taking
my socks off in the process and was left in just my boxers.  My cock was
standing up through the fly.

   "Those too," said Alexis, pointing at my boxers.  "I want to see all of
you."

   "Whatever you say, sis," I said, and I stripped away my last garment.

   "God I love your body," she said.  My cock twitched when she said that,
but she wasn't even looking there.  Her eyes were wandering over my chest,
arms, and abs.  I was no gym rat, but I tried to stay in shape and had
gotten stronger slinging building materials around at work.

   "Mmm, yum," she said.  "You'll need to let me give you a massage
sometime.  Just thinking about getting my hands all over you makes me wet."

   "Wet, huh?" I said.  "I've been wanting to have a closer look at that.
But first, let's finally finish getting you undressed." I crawled onto the
bed and grabbed the hem of that little skirt.  She unzipped a zipper
somewhere and I pulled.  She was naked at last.

   "You were telling me how looking at my body makes you wet," I said.

   "God yes," she said, leaning back onto her elbows with her legs spread
wide for me.  "Just look."

   She was squeezing the muscles in her pelvis and with each contraction
another drop of creamy fluid emerged from her.

   "I want to do more than look," I said.  "I need to taste that."

   "Taste what?" she said.  She wanted me to say it.  Why was it so hot to
say these things out loud?

   "Your pussy," I said.  "I want to taste your pussy."

   "Whose pussy?"

   "My sister's pussy," I said.  "I want to eat my sister's pussy."

   "Do it!" she said.  "Lick your sister's pussy!"

   I put my face between her thighs and dove in.  Her pussy tasted as good
as it looked and I eagerly lapped up her luscious fluid.  Her orgasm just
moments ago had left her momentarily listless, but seeing me naked seemed
to have aroused her again, and my attention to her pussy was rapidly
bringing her back to life.  In just a few minutes it was as if she had
never stopped and she began to squirm under me.  I looked up at her from
between her legs.

   "Play with your tits for me, sis," I said.  "I fucking love your tits."

   I sucked hard on her clit as her hands clutched her tits, stroking and
crushing the pliant flesh.  With each pull on her nipples I heard a quick
gasp, and I followed it with a new flick of my tongue.  I explored her
everywhere, one minute drinking her cream as it dripped from her, the next
burrowing into the folds of her labia, ascending to her clit, and then back
down to tongue fuck her as deep as I could reach.

   With each new approach she writhed more and more.  Each time I looked up
I could see her grasping her tits harder and tugging at her nipples.  As I
worked her clit over with my tongue, I worked a finger into her sodden
hole, then another.  Then I let my other hand attack her clit and moved my
tongue back into the twists and turns of her lips.

   "Oh my God, Ian," she said, "what are you doing to me?"

   "Everything I can, sis," I said.  "I love the taste of your pussy."

   "Keep tasting," she said, gasping, as my tongue once again burrowed into
her.  "Keep tasting."

   I did, diverting more and more often to drink up the increasingly
ponderous flow she produced.  Each intoxicating taste raised my own arousal
as much as it did hers, and I became aware of the intense aching in my own
overlooked cock.  My desire was increasingly ravenous and I expressed it
using my lips, teeth, and tongue instead of my throbbing shaft.

   My sister's arousal was reaching new peaks.  With each lick, nibble, and
taste she twisted, flexed and thrashed harder than before, bearing down on
my head with her legs, then releasing me again to continue my oral
onslaught.  I was relentless and my sister twisted and writhed until I had
to wrap my arms around each leg to hold on.  When her legs weren't clamped
down on my head I could hear her gasping and moaning.

   And then I could hear her calling my name.

   "Ian...Ian." She said it between gasps and moans, over and over, then
grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard against her.  In that
moment, her hands behind my head and her legs crushing me between them, her
pussy became my world.  All I could hear was a squishing sound as my mouth
and tongue devoured her, my only taste was her mouthwatering cream, my only
smell was her tantalizing aroma.  I heard a gratifying wail and she clamped
even harder on my head and went rigid.

   I could feel her pussy pulse and flutter as she released a flood of
cream.  My best efforts weren't enough to keep up with the torrent pouring
from her.  I heard my name again as she released her grip on my head from
her hands and legs before she collapsed, exhausted, on the bed.  At last
able to move freely, I redoubled my effort to lick up every precious bit of
her wave of honey.

   "Oh...God...Ian," she said between gasps, her chest still heaving.

   "Don't want to waste a drop of this," I said, licking and swallowing in
a frenzy.  I pushed my tongue as far into her hole as I could reach, and
then retreated, cleaning her lips and finally her clit.

   "Oh," she gasped, and I sucked harder on her clit.  "Oh!  OH! 
God...Ian!" She came again, thrusting her pussy forward into my face, and
again collapsing onto the bed, her chest still heaving, and another wave of
cream flowing from her.

   "Cock," she muttered.

   "Yes," I said.  The mere prospect of relief was breathtaking, and I lost
no time climbing on top of her.  I put my cock at her entrance and, with no
further prelude, pushed.  The sensation of her creamy, wet walls on my
hypersensitive cock was heart-stopping.  I thought for a moment I might
come on the first thrust.  I could feel her pussy gripping my shaft in the
final convulsions of her orgasm.

   "Oh, Lex," I said.  "I've been waiting all day to get my cock in your
pussy again."

   "It's all for you now, brother," she said.  "Just give me your cum."

   "Oh...fuck," I muttered, barely able to speak.  All I could do was drive
my cock into her, quickly building a rhythm.

   "Give it to me, baby," she said.  "I need my brother's cock.  My
brother's cum."

   Hearing that sent me into orbit.  I thrust and ground against her and
she went rigid and came again.  I could feel her pussy throbbing on my
cock, her juices soaking us both as she called my name.

   "Ian, oh God, Ian!" she shrieked and then grabbed my ass with both hands
and pulled me into her.  "Come for me!  Come in your sister's steaming wet
pussy!"

   I plunged in one last time and came, erupting into her, load after load
exploding out of my cock into the depths of her pussy, and as I did she
screamed my name again and came with me, her pussy throbbing along with my
cock.

   "Kiss me," she said, gasping for breath.  "I want to taste myself on
you."

   If I hadn't already erupted, I would have with that.  I kissed her,
mixing the taste of her pussy with the taste of her lips and tongue, and as
I did I felt a change.  I lost all sense of time and place and my heart
swelled.  There was just Alexis and I in the universe, joined not only in
incomparable earthly bliss, but also in transcendent love.  I looked down
at her and knew then that she truly was my entire universe.

   "I love you, Alexis," I said when I had begun to catch my breath. 
"You're my everything."

   "I love you, too, Ian," she said.  "Kiss me again."

   I did.  Again and again.  With each kiss we melted together and I
couldn't imagine us apart.  In time we stopped.  Lying on the bed next to
her I was finally content.  She rolled against me, resting her head on my
shoulder and wrapping her arm and leg across me.  We stayed there until we
were both rested.

   "Ian?" she said.

   "Yeah, Lex?" I said.

   "I love you more than anything," she said, "but I'm thirsty."

   "Me too," I said laughing.  "I need to get up, but I don't want to.  I
feel like I could lie here forever with you."

   "Eventually you'll need to pee," she said.

   "You're such a romantic, Lex," I said.  "Okay, let's get up."

   "Yeah," she said.  But neither of us moved.

   "You first," she said.  She kissed my cheek and then uncoiled herself
from around me.

   "Okay," I said, "I'm up." I climbed out of bed.  "You coming?"

   "Already came," she said.  "Repeatedly."

   "You're a comedienne, too," I said.  "Come on." I held out my hand to
her.

   "Can we still be naked?" she said.

   "Definitely!"

   She took my hand and climbed out of bed, then kissed me.

   "I really like doing that," she said, and then she walked out of the
room.  I watched her incredible ass swaying as she left and I realized I
hadn't thought about it since we left the trading post.  Perhaps there was
hope for me after all.

   I quickly followed her to the kitchen, where I found her with her head
in the fridge and her butt facing me.  It was irresistible.  I stepped up
behind her and gently caressed her gorgeous ass.

   "Find anything good in there?" I said as I continued to fondle her.

   "Don't you ever get enough of my ass?" she said.

   "Nope," I said.  "So what's in there?"

   "Where?" she said.  Apparently her ass could be as distracting for her
as it was for me.

   "The fridge, Lex," I said, rubbing both cheeks now.  "You know, where
you have your head." She swatted my hands away.

   "Stop that now," she said.  "I can't think."

   "Sorry, Lex," I said.  "I can't resist your ass."

   "Perv," she said.

   "Cum slut," I said.

   "Hey," she said.  "That's nasty."

   "Sorry, sis," I said.

   "It's nasty, but I like it!" she said.  "But don't touch my ass right
now.  I'm trying to figure out what I want to drink.  What do you want,
anyway?"

   "Depends."

   "On what?"

   "On what we're doing next," I said.

   "I'm whipped," she said.  "Movie?"

   "That sounds good," I said.  "I'm beat too."

   "Now that that's decided," she said.  "What do you want to drink?"

   "I'll have a beer," I said, "but first I'm going to just grab a glass of
water.  I'm dehydrated."

   "What movie?" she said, getting herself a glass also.  "And I want
popcorn."

   "Pick anything at all, sis," I said, filling a glass.  "As long as I'm
with you, I don't care.  I'll make the popcorn while you pick something."

   "Okay," she said, filling her glass.  "Anything?  Really?"

   "Really."

   "Cool," she said.  "And no looking at my ass while I'm searching."

   "What?" I said.  "Why not?"

   "You'll burn the popcorn," she said and then finished her water.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Good point."

   I finished my water and tossed a bag of popcorn in the microwave.  When
I turned around Alexis was looking through a shelf full of DVDs and
Blu-rays.  She must have had a title in mind because she was scanning them
quickly and not lingering on any titles to consider how well they fit her
mood.  She moved down a shelf, bending just a little.  I tore my eyes away
momentarily to check on the popcorn.  Two minutes to go.  There was plenty
of time for ogling.  She was down to the bottom shelf when I turned around,
and was on her hands and knees scanning it.  Damn.

   "Hey!" she said, not even turning around.  "I said no looking at my
ass!"

   "What the hell?" I said, somewhat amazed.  "How could you possibly know
I was looking at your ass?"

   "Lucky guess," she said, chuckling.  "And now I know I was right.  Watch
the popcorn."

   It was popping quickly now.  I popped by sound, not time.  Once the
popping slowed to a trickle, I removed the bag.  I made a small opening in
the top, shook the bag over the trash can to let all the old maids fall
out, and dumped the rest into a bowl.

   "How's the search coming?" I said as I grabbed a beer from the fridge.

   "All set," she said.  I poked my head out to look and she was standing
in front of the sofa with the remote in her hand, queuing up the movie.

   "You ready?" she said.  She turned to look back at me and then sat down.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Aren't you getting dressed?"

   "What for?" she said.  "Are you expecting someone to drop by?"

   "Well...ah...no," I said.  "I guess I was just expecting sexy jammies
again."

   "So you don't want me naked?" she said.

   "Whoa!" I said.  "I definitely didn't say that." Apparently my sister
had turned into a nudist when I wasn't looking.  I thought that over a
moment and realized I'd be a real idiot to complain about this turn of
events.

   "Good.  Now could you grab me one of those raspberry waters, please?"
she said.

   "Sure," I said, getting it from the fridge.  "So, ah, naked movie night,
then?"

   "Yes, already," she said, patting the sofa.  "Come on."

   "I'm coming," I said, grabbing the beer, water, and popcorn.

   "Are you now?" she said.  She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

   "Who would have guessed," I said, "that my sister had such a dirty
mind." I joined her on the sofa and handed her the water and popcorn.

   "Lie down," she said.  I stretched out on the sofa, resting my head on
the arm, and she tucked herself in front of me so we were spooning.  I
began to wonder if we'd get far into the movie when she nestled her ass
against me, but couldn't deny it felt good to snuggle together.  I wrapped
my arm around her, resting my hand on her belly and pulling her tightly
against me.

   "Comfy?" I said.

   "Blanky," she said.  I grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and
covered us both.

   "That's better," she said.  "And probably safer."

   "You're kidding, right," I said.  "My cock is sandwiched between your
butt cheeks.  You really think covering up is going to matter?"

   "I see your point," she said, and wiggled her ass a little.

   "So what's the movie?" I said.

   "When Harry Met Sally," she said.  "Not too chick-flicky for you is it?"


   "Nope," I said.  "I actually like that movie.  It's Meg Ryan at her most
adorable."

   "And it's so romantic at the end," she said.  "When he says 'you want
the rest of your life to start as soon as possible' I just melt."

   "I'll have to remember to use that line," I said.

   "Oh shut up," she said.

   "Just push play already," I said.  She started the movie, and then
pushed pause.

   "Do you think ours have?" she said.

   "Ah," I said.  "Wait.  What?  Do I think our what have what?"

   "Our lives," she said.  "Do you think the rest of our lives have
started?"

   "Ah..." I stammered, then stopped, then thought about that for a minute.
"I think maybe the rest of my life started yesterday, Lex."

   She rolled over and kissed me, wrapping her arms around me and finally,
hugging me tightly to her.  "You always say the sweetest things.  I love
you, Ian."

   "I love you, too, Lex," I said.  "Now push play."

   She smiled at me and said "okay" and then rolled back over.  She
snuggled into me for the longest time, then pushed play and restarted the
movie.  We sat watching quietly until after the famous restaurant scene,
when she paused the movie again.

   "I need a minute," she said.

   "Why?  That get you worked up or something," I said.  "I mean, I didn't
know you were into girls."

   "I have to pee, stupid," she said.

   "Yeah," I said.  "I guessed as much.  I was just teasing." She stood up
to go to the bathroom.

   "Wait," I said.

   "What?"

   "Have you ever done that?"

   "Done what?" she said.

   "Fake it?" I said.

   "Oh.  Well," she said.  "No, actually.  I mean, I wouldn't, I don't
think.  I usually just tell guys what I want if what they're doing isn't
working for me.  Also, I'm...I'm kind of..."

   "Kind of what, Lex?" I said.

   "Kind of easy to please," she said, blushing.  "Even the...ah...less
talented guys I've been with just need to tweak my nipples a little and I
go over the top.  Plus I'm kind of uninhibited."

   "Yeah," I said.  "I noticed.  Anyway, sorry to pry.  I was
just...curious."

   "Don't be sorry," she said.  "You can ask me anything, and I'll always
be as honest as I can."

   "Anything?" I said.

   "Anything."

   "In that case," I said, "do you mind if I go with you."

   "With me where?" she said.

   "Remember last night?" I said.  "During the bathroom break."

   "Oh!" she said, grinning.  "Um, okay."

   Last night she had asked me to let her watch me pee.  I found it strange
but my mind had been quietly thinking about it all day.

   "Come on, then," she said, and I got up and followed her to the bathroom
where she sat down and said "ready?"

   "Wait," I said.  "I...ah...can't really see anything."

   "Huh?" she said, "ah...oh!" She spread her legs a little, affording me a
better view.  I was still wondering why this appealed to me when she
started to go.  In less than a minute she was done and cleaned up.

   "Well?" she said, getting up.

   "Why is that so damn sexy?" I said.  "I mean, it's pee, right?"

   "I know," she said, giggling.  "It's weird.  If you ever figure it out,
let me know because I don't understand the appeal either, even though I
feel it."

   "Yeah," I said.  "Definitely weird.  My turn now." I did my business and
washed up.

   "Ready for the rest of the movie?" she said as I finished.

   "Yup," I said, "Let's go."

   We returned the sofa, snuggled together again under the blanket, and
watched the rest of the movie.  At the end, just as Harry was running into
the New Years Eve party to find Sally, Alexis paused the movie.

   "Need another pee break?" I said.  "It's almost over."

   "Be right back," she said, and ran into the bathroom.  A couple of
seconds later she came running back with a box of tissues.

   "I always cry at this part," she said.  "Might as well be prepared."

   I pushed play.  Harry gave his speech about loving her because she was
cold when it's warm, and because she took an hour and half to order a
sandwich, and how he wanted to start the rest of his life as soon as
possible.  It really was quite charming, and how could anyone not fall in
love with Meg Ryan.  My adorable sister was making good use of the box of
tissues.

   "I just love this movie," said Alexis, sniffling.

   "Has the rest of our life already started?" I asked.  She rolled over to
face me.

   "Yes," she said, hugging me close.  "The rest of my life is right here
next to me."

   She touched my face with her soft hands and drew me to her.  Time slowed
as we closed the distance between us, the desire building in the
anticipation of a touch that it seemed would never come.  But it did come
and in that connection the world was pushed aside by the waves of warmth
that flowed from the joining of our lips.  I knew then, through every
element of my body, my mind, and my heart that we would always be together.
That we could only be together.  There was more, so much more than just the
luminous sensation of her soft lips on mine, because at last I understood
why we say we fall in love.  I felt myself falling, my soul sinking into
her.  In that moment, we were one.

   In time our lips parted, but our hearts did not.

   "Tell me, Ian," she said.  "Tell me that we'll never be apart."

   "We'll never be apart, Alexis," I said.  "Never.  Because even if we're
separated by distance, our hearts will always be together."

   "I don't want to be separated at all," she said.

   "Neither do I," I said.  "We'll find a way.  Whatever happens, we'll
find a way.  We're halfway to figuring out this fall already."

   "I can hardly bear the thought of it," she said.  "I just can't.  We'll
be away from each other for weeks at a time.  I cry just thinking about it.
How will I even be able to finish school if I'm drowning in my own tears?"

   "Lex," I said.  "Stop.  You have to...you have to think for a minute. 
Listen to me, okay.  Can you do that?"

   "Yeah, okay," she said, struggling to keep herself together.

   "Do you love me?" I said.

   "Of course I do, Ian," she said.  "More than anything."

   "And is that love...fragile?" I said.

   "What do you mean?" she said.

   "Are you going to stop loving me if we're apart for a few weeks?"

   "Of course not," she said.  "I'll never stop loving you."

   "Our love is strong enough to endure that separation?" I said.

   "Of course it is!" she said.  "I mean, I hope it is.  For me it is. 
Please tell me it is for you, too, Ian.  Please tell me that."

   "It is, Lex," I said.  "It is.  It's that and so much more.  That's why
I don't fear the future.  That's why I know, even though this fall will be
difficult, even painful, we'll endure.  We'll be together when we can - and
I know we'll still find more ways to be together that we haven't thought of
yet - and when we're not together in body, we'll still be together in our
hearts."

   "And we'll talk on the phone?" she said.

   "We'll talk on the phone." I said.

   "And text?"

   "Naturally." I said.  "Email too."

   "And you'll send me pictures, and...and...videos?"

   "Of course," I said.  "Wait.  What kind of pictures and videos?"

   She smiled at me, and when she did I felt a great weight lifting.

   "All kinds," she said.  "Maybe...naughty kinds?"

   "I'd like that," I said.

   "Hey!" she said.

   "What?"

   "You still stay up late most of the time, right?"

   "Sure," I said, "unless someone is wearing me out.  Then I sometimes get
sleepy a little earlier.  Like today."

   "And I usually get up really early," she said.

   "Yeah," I said.  "What are you getting at?"

   "If you're still up at 2:30," she said, "and I'm getting up at 5:30..."

   "And we live three hours apart!" I said, finally catching on.  "Your
voice would be the last thing I hear every night!" I said.

   "And your voice," she said, "would be the first thing I hear every
morning."

   "You know what I do before I go to be bed most nights, right?" I said.

   "That's the best part of the whole thing," she said.

   "And do you...ah...like to wake up to that sort of thing?" I said.

   "It's my favorite time of day!" she said, then added "for that sort of
thing."

   She was smiling at me, her mood improved.

   "Feeling better, sis," I said.

   "I am," she said, "thanks to you.  I love you, Ian.  Whenever I'm
feeling overwhelmed I can count on you to calm me.  You're my rock."

   "I love you too, Lex," I said.  "Should we call it a night?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "I want to climb under the covers and snuggle with
you."

   "I like the sound of that," I said.

   We put the movie away and moved to the bedroom where we climbed into bed
and rolled to face each other.

   "Good night, sis," I said.  "I love you."

   "I love you, too," she said.  I brushed my hand on her cheek and kissed
her softly goodnight.  In just minutes we had both drifted off to sleep.  I
dreamt of being alone together with Alexis.  We were hiking in the
mountains, then paddling on pristine lakes, then walking hand in hand on
the streets of Manhattan, and in the moonlight in Central Park.

   In those dreams I saw our future, a future in which we could share our
love freely, a future in which we were together.  Forever.

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