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 Title: The First Time I Noticed Ch.  06


Summary: Siblings Alexis and Ian finish their weekend and return home.


Keywords: inc,fic



   I had fallen asleep the night before dreaming of the two of us, my
sister Alexis and me, alone together.  We were hiking in the mountains,
paddling in quiet lakes in northern Minnesota, and walking anonymously on
the streets of New York.  They were restful dreams of a perfect future
together with my beautiful sister.

   And then my dream became more vivid and graphic.  We were naked together
in bed and she was grinding her ass against me.  Except it wasn't a dream,
it was morning.  Slowly I awoke to find we had changed positions during the
night.  I was spooning her, my erect cock had slipped between her thighs
and she was slowly writhing against me.  My arm was wrapped around her,
lazily resting on her belly.  As I regained my senses, I slid my hand
higher on her body, cupping her breast and squeezing gently.

   "I thought you'd never wake up," she said quietly.

   "You sure found a good way to wake me up," I said.

   "Yeah, well," she said, "that's the second day in a row you were poking
me in the ass with that thing for about twenty minutes.  You have any idea
how fucking horny a girl can get with a stiff cock dancing around between
her cheeks for that long?"

   "It's like déjà vu all over again," I said.  "You asked me that
yesterday, remember?  How exactly would I have any idea what that's like?
I've never had a stiff cock dancing between MY butt cheeks."

   "I didn't ask if you knew what it was like," she said.  "I asked if you
knew how horny I could get.  I'd think you'd remember that from yesterday."

   "Oh, right," I said.  "Yeah, I definitely remember that from yesterday."


   "Yeah?" she said.  "Took you long enough, didn't it?"

   "Sorry, sis, I just woke up.  You could just wake me up if you need to.
I really wouldn't mind."

   "But you were sleeping so peacefully," she said.  "Also, I was kind of
curious what you were dreaming about."

   "I was dreaming about the two of us being alone together," I said.

   "Yeah?" she said, grinding a little harder now.  I was starting to
reflexively push back in response.

   "In the mountains," I said.  "Then a lake, and finally in New York."

   "And you got all worked up over that?" she said.

   "Not exactly," I said.  "After that I dreamt we were in bed and you were
rubbing your ass in my lap."

   "You weren't dreaming that part," she said.

   "Yeah," I said, "I noticed.  But I have something better than just
rubbing around between your thighs in mind."

   "Me too," she said.

   She lifted her knee to make more room for me between her legs.  Putting
her hand between her legs, she grabbed my cock and put the head at the
entrance to her pussy.

   "I've waited long enough already," she said.  "Do me."

   "Not much for foreplay this morning, are you Lex?" I said.

   "I've had all the damn foreplay I can stand," she said.  "You just
weren't awake for it.  Now put your fucking cock in me."

   Who was I to argue with that?  I pushed my way in, feeling her warm, wet
pussy envelop my eager cock.

   "Mmm," she said as I entered her.  "That's what I've been waiting for."

   Slowly and gently I moved in and out of her, savoring the sensations as
my passions awoke.  My hand drifted down, leaving a small whimper in its
wake as it left her breast.

   "Look after this for me for a while," I said, and I grabbed her hand and
placed it on her breast.  She began where I left off, squeezing and
kneading the pliant flesh, her chest drawing ever deeper breaths, rising
and falling with her growing arousal.

   "Where are you going?" she said.

   "Here," I said, finding my way to her ass.  "It's been forever since
I've felt your beautiful ass."

   "It was only yesterday," she said, but she gave up a soft moan when I
caressed her.

   "That seems so long ago," I said.

   I was groping and kneading, sensing the strength in the muscle beneath
the skin, yet still reveling in the smooth softness of her.  Touching her
was as arousing as ever and provoked a greater need, driving me to push
more forcefully into her, penetrating deeper.

   "Do you have any idea," I said, "what touching your perfect ass does to
me?"

   "No," she said, "but I love what it makes you do to me."

   She twisted her ass against me.  I could feel her squirming against my
legs and my hips and the feeling was astonishing.  I reflexively thrust
again, instinctively wanting more pressure everywhere, more contact.  I got
all of that, and it came with deeper penetration and a small gasp from my
sister.  She flexed harder, rhythmically squeezing her legs together and
pushing her ass back into me.  I reluctantly let go of her enticing ass and
reached around her to hold on.  My hand landed on her belly, just above her
manicured bush, and I stroked her skin in small circles.

   "Oh, God," she said, "don't tease."

   She pushed my hand down, then she placed her hand over mine and moved
both hands over her pussy, first making little circles over her clit, and
then gradually rubbing harder and faster.

   "I got this, sis," I said.  "Play with your tits for me."

   She gasped and put both hands on her breasts, crushing them in her hands
and pulling on the nipples.  I had worked my other arm under her and was
holding her tightly against me as she thrashed ever harder.

   "I love watching you play with your tits, Lexi," I whispered into her
ear.  "It's so fucking hot."

   I kissed the back of her neck, and then whispered again.

   "Pinch your nipples, Lex, pull them and twist them.  I love to hear you
moan when you touch them and I can feel your pussy throbbing on my cock
when you pinch them."

   I kissed her shoulder, and then lightly trailed kisses along the nape of
her neck and up to her earlobes.  Again I whispered in her ear.

   "Every inch of you is so beautiful," I said, kissing her neck again. 
"Places you don't even think about turn me on." I kissed her again, and
again, whispering over and over between kisses.  "Your collarbone.  The
back of your shoulder.  The ridge of your spine leading down into the small
of your back.  Mmm."

   More kisses, and more.

   "Is there any part of you that isn't sexy?" I said.

   "Oh, God," she said.  "I think I could come just from the sound of your
voice.  Don't stop."

   "I won't, sis," I said.  "I won't ever stop telling you how beautiful
you are.  My beautiful, sexy sister.  You're perfect and you make me so hot
for you.  So hard.  I can't help myself or control myself.  I need to have
you.  I need to be inside you.  Deep, deep inside you."

   She was gasping and thrashing wildly, and I was holding on and trying to
match her rhythm.

   "Harder, Ian," she said.  "Fuck me harder.  Fuck my pussy."

   I held on tighter and pushed harder.  My cock was swelling and
throbbing.

   "Don't stop talking," she said.  "Your voice...so hot."

   "My cock, Lex," I said, "it's aching, baby.  It's aching for my sister's
wet, luscious pussy.  It's growing, swelling, throbbing.  All for you.  All
for my beautiful sister.  It won't be long now, Lexi, before I explode for
you, before I fill you with my cum."

   "Oh...God," she muttered between gasps, writhing out of control in my
arms.  "Keep...talking."

   "I'm going to fill you, Lexi," I said.

   I was thrusting with all my energy, my hand rubbing her clit.  My lips
kissing her everywhere between words.

   "I'm going to fill you with what you need.  Tell me, Lexi, tell me what
you need."

   "Your...cum," she said, gasping.  "My...my brother's cum."

   "I'm going to cum in you, Lexi," I said.  "I want you to cum for me. 
Feel my cock - your brother's cock - deep in your pussy.  Feel my hand, on
your clit.  Feel my lips, kissing your neck...your shoulder...your ear. 
Listen to my voice.  Your brother's voice.  Are you listening, Lexi?"

   "Oh God," she said.  "Yes...yes."

   "Then cum for me now," I said.  "Let go.  Let go of everything and just
feel.  Feel my cock, my hands, my lips, my arms around you."

   My hips were thrusting madly, penetrating as deep as I could reach, my
hand a frenzy on her clit, my lips a whirlwind of kisses, and she let go
with a piercing scream.  Her body thrashed one last time and went rigid.  I
felt a torrent of juices flow over my cock from her pussy, felt her pussy
throbbing on me, and then I sensed my inevitable release.  I gave one final
thrust and crushed her in my arms as I burst within her, flooding her
depths with salvo after salvo.  My mind was overcome and for a time all I
could sense was an explosion of light in my brain, waves of pleasure
flowing from my cock, and the pulsing contractions of my balls.

   When I regained my senses, Alexis had gone limp but was still gasping
for breath, and I could feel her pussy still pulsing and quivering on my
cock.  As my lust faded, I felt it being replaced by an even more
overwhelming feeling of love for my sister, and I held her even more
tightly than I did at the height of our passion.

   "This feels so nice," she said.  "You holding me.  I feel like I could
stay like this forever."

   "So do I," I said.  "I love you so much."

   "I love you, too, Ian," she said.  "It's too bad we can't."

   "Why not?" I said.  "Aside from eventually starving to death, I mean."

   "Aren't you funny," she said, scoffing.  "But I gotta go."

   "Go where?" I said.

   "I have to...'go,' Ian," she said.

   "Oh!" I said, chuckling.  "Gotcha.  Let's get up."

   "Yeah," she said.  "Let's." But she didn't move, and neither did I.

   "You don't want to get up either, do you?" I said.

   "No," she said.  "Just one more minute."

   We snuggled together for a while, enjoying the feel of our bodies
pressed together.

   "Okay," she said, ten minutes later.  "Now I really do have to go." We
disentangled ourselves and she got up.

   "Coming," she said.

   "What?  Want me to watch you pee again, sis?" I said.

   "I'm talking about the shower, doofus," she said.  "Are you going to get
in the shower now?"

   "Oh," I said, just a little embarrassed.  "Coming." I got out of bed and
followed her into the bathroom.  She sat down and I got the shower
adjusted.

   "Hey," she said.  "You're gonna miss the show."

   "Ha!" I said.  "You did want me to watch, didn't you?"

   "Maybe just a little," she said.

   She peed.  I watched.  She grinned.

   "Shower's ready," I said as she finished.  Then she flushed.

   "Oh oh, you flushed," I said.  "Now we have a minute to kill while the
tank fills or we'll get scalded."

   "Sorry," she said.

   "That's okay," I said.  "I'm sure we can think of something to do for a
minute."

   I closed the short distance between us and took my sister into my arms.
Her beautiful eyes softened as she looked into mine and I kissed her.  Once
again I felt the electricity flow from her lips into mine and then
throughout my body, pushing out everything except her warmth.  No other
woman's kiss I had ever experienced was anything like Lexi's.  It was
lustful, but transcended lust, and it was loving, but transcended love.  It
was love and lust and a union of two people, two spirits, two souls, into
one.  Its power was beyond my understanding.  I could only sense it,
experience it, and share it with her.  My beautiful, perfect sister.

   We separated at last.  Alexis slumped against me.

   "Shower," she mumbled.

   "Yeah," I said, and stepped in.

   The spray of warm water was what I needed to return to my senses.  I
held my hand out to her and she joined me.  It seemed to have the same
effect on her, and we were both finally able to begin cleaning ourselves.
Alexis once again insisted that I attend to her hygiene from head to toe. I
certainly couldn't complain about that.  My lust had been sated, but
exploring her body and washing every curve was no less enjoyable.  When I
was done, she did the same for me.  Freshly scrubbed, we turned off the
water and both stepped out.

   Our next stop was the kitchen.  We opted for a cold breakfast so that
we'd have less clean-up.  We planned our day over bowls of cereal.

   "So," she said.  "What's on the agenda?"

   "I'd like to be on the road right after lunch," I said, "so we can get
home at a reasonable time.  I have to work tomorrow morning and after this
weekend I'm going to need some serious rest tonight.  But this morning, I
thought we could maybe take a little hike and try out your outdoorsy girl
outfit."

   "A hike where?"

   "Remember the bench from yesterday?" I said.

   My mind drifted momentarily, remembering our romp down near the dock.

   "Yes," she said, looking down and blushing a rather deep red.  "It
was...hard to forget."

   "Yeah," I said.  I drifted again for just a second but quickly composed
myself.  "It was...um...nice, but-"

   "Nice!" she said.  "More than 'nice' I hope."

   "A lot more," I said.  "I...I couldn't find the right words."

   "Find better ones than 'nice,' Ian," she said.

   "Would 'fucking amazing' be appropriate?" I said.

   "Hmph," she said in mock indignation.  "I guess that's a little better.
I personally would have gone with 'mind blowing,' but that's just me."

   "Right then," I said.  "How's 'fucking amazingly mind blowing' sound?"

   "Acceptable," she said.  "Now where were we?"

   "At the bench, Lex," I said.  "There's a trail that starts down there
and goes around the lake for a bit, then turns and heads up to the top of
the ridge.  About a quarter mile along the ridge line there's a clearing
with a rocky outcropping.  There are great views of the whole area from up
there.  The round trip takes about two hours, and odds are you wouldn't see
another soul even on the busiest weekend."

   "Sounds great," she said, "except for one thing."

   "What's that?" I said.

   "We'll have to get dressed."

   "You're incorrigible," I said, "Go."

   She ran off to the bedroom while I cleaned up.  As I was heading into
the bedroom to get dressed, she was heading out.

   "Wow," I said, stopping dead in my tracks.  "You look great!"

   "Thanks!" She did a little spin to show me the back.

   "Wow!" I said.  "How are your socks?  They okay?"

   She seemed to have read my mind, and repeated her show from the trading
post, bending over to pull up her socks.  She gave the first one a tug,
then lifted her heel and twisted her foot back and forth.  Watching her
calf flex was hypnotizing.  She repeated the task on her other leg, and
when she was done I followed them up until they met.

   "Damn," I said.  "I'll...ah...I'll just walk behind you on the trail,
then."

   "Perv!" she said.

   "Guilty," I said.  "Because...damn."

   She gave a little giggle.

   "What?" I said.

   "You're still naked," she said.  "And...damn!"

   "Oh shut up," I said, resuming my walk to the bedroom to get dressed. 
She turned her head as I walked by her, following me with her eyes.

   "No, seriously, Ian," she said.

   "What?"

   "Damn!" she said.  "You're fucking hot, and I don't have the only nice
ass around here.  Yum!"

   "Thanks, Lex," I said, grinning stupidly.  "I'll...I'll get dressed
now."

   I stepped out of the bedroom a couple of minutes later ready for walk in
the woods.  I grabbed a few water bottles from the fridge and tossed them
in a day pack I'd brought along for hiking, added some snacks, and grabbed
my hat.  Everything I wanted except for the food and drinks had been packed
before I left home.

   "Ready?" I said.

   "Ready."

   "Let's go then," I said

   We walked out the door and headed across the lawn to the spot where the
trail entered the woods.  It was still early so it was cool out and we
didn't work up much of a sweat until we started the climb up to the ridge
line.  There the trail was a little more rugged, but it wasn't a long climb
and soon we had crested the ridge.  The trail was still mostly tree lined
where it started to follow the ridge, but we had views through the
occasional gaps in the trees.  Minutes later we reached the clearing and
climbed to the top of the exposed granite.  From that point we had views in
both directions from the ridge, looking over our own lake on one side and
neighboring lakes on the other.  It was the highest point for several miles
in any direction and we could follow the rivers and chains of lakes well
into the distance.  Although the hike was long, our early start meant we
reached the peak while it was still cool and clear, with the early morning
sun casting a light touch of gold across the lands and waters.  We were on
the top of our little part of the world.

   "Wow," said Alexis.  "Just...wow."

   "Nice, huh?" I said.

   "Why didn't you ever bring me up here before?" she said.

   "I asked a few times after I discovered it," I said, "but at the time
you were more interested in perfecting your tan.  After a while I stopped
asking."

   "I'm glad you finally asked again," she said.  "It's beautiful.  Do we
have time to stay a while?"

   "Definitely," I said.  "I brought a camera so I'll be tinkering for a
while.  I don't often get up here in the morning.  The light is different
than it is in the evening.  It's not just that the sun is coming from the
other side of the world.  The air is clearer and the color is different. 
You get that soft, hazy, yellow-orange wash over everything at sunset, but
in the morning it all looks bright and sun-kissed."

   "I'm just going to enjoy the view and catch some sun, then," said
Alexis.

   "Sure, sis," I said.

   I turned my attention to my gear and the scenery.  I was working on a
shot of the far side of the ridge, looking toward the rising sun.  The sun
was reflecting off of the lakes and had turned them into a chain of golden
pools.  I knew the color wouldn't last long as the sun rose, so I focused
on my work and quickly set up and took the shot.  I added several
variations in framing and exposure until I was satisfied I had what I
wanted.  Next I wanted a view of our side of the ridge looking over our
lake.  With the sun behind me I wouldn't have the golden pool effect but
still wanted to capture the view in the clear morning air.  When I turned
around, however, it was a completely different view that grabbed my
attention.

   "Whoa!  Lex," I said.  She had stripped and was lying face down on the
smooth rock, her beautiful ass radiant in the morning sun.

   "What?" she said, raising her head off of her folded arms and looking
back at me.  "I told you I was going to catch a few rays."

   "I guess you did," I said.  "I'm a little surprised I didn't quite piece
that together, actually."

   "Sorry," she said.  "Am I distracting you?" She gave her ass a little
wiggle and then giggled softly.

   "You know perfectly damn well you're distracting me," I said.

   "Should I get dressed?" she said.

   "NO!" I said.

   She looked a little startled for a second, then started laughing
hysterically at me.  I did kind of scream my answer at her.

   "You're adorable," she said.  "Just can't get enough of my ass, can
you?"

   "Nope," I said, this time without shouting.  "If you could see what I
see, you'd know why."

   "Well, it's hard for me to see my own ass, isn't it?" she said.

   And with that, the idea was planted in my brain.  Really, it was burned
in, not just planted there.  There I was, standing with a camera in my
hand, and there she was, lying on the rock with her perfect ass highlighted
in the morning light.  I was hoping beyond hope that I could get this idea
to fly.

   "Hey Alexis?" I said.  I nearly blew my chances right out of the gate.
She knew I was up to something as soon as I called her Alexis instead of
Lex or Lexi.  She turned and looked at me warily.

   "Alright," she said, "what kind of wacko idea popped into your addled
brain now?" Then she saw the camera in my hand, looked back at my face, and
made the connection.

   "Oh no you don't, mister," she said.  "You are absolutely not taking
pictures of my naked ass.  Nope.  No way."

   "Lex, listen-"

   "Definitely not," she said.  "Just no."

   "Lex, please-"

   "I said no," she said, "and I meant it."

   "Would you please just let me finish!" I said.

   "Fine," she said.  "But the answer will still be no."

   She looked at me with her sternest don't-fuck-with-me expression, then
added "perv."

   "Okay, but please listen for a second, alright?" I said.

   "I'm listening," she said, but her expression was unchanged.  This was
going to be a tough sell.

   "So," I said.  "We could start with just a couple of..." I paused to get
the words just right.

   "A couple of what?" she said.

   "Test shots," I said.

   "Test shots?" she said.

   She looked even more skeptical than she sounded.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Test shots.  I mean, the camera is digital, right?  I
can shoot a few photos and we can look at them right here.  If you don't
like them, we can just delete them right now I'll drop the whole thing."

   Her expression softened a little.  Hope welled within me.

   "You'll delete them right on the spot if I ask you to?" she said.  "No
questions asked?"

   "No questions asked," I said.  "If you say so, they're gone.  If you
don't, we can still pull the plug whenever you want."

   She was clearly considering the idea.

   "And no matter what," she said, "nobody will ever see them but us,
right?"

   "Absolutely not," I said.  "Come on, Lex.  You know you can trust me on
that.  They're not going to end up on the internet or something."

   "And what might we be doing with these photos when we're done taking
them?" she said.

   "Would you be grossed out if I told I'd probably be jerking off looking
at them when we're at school?" I said.

   "Ah..."

   "Oh no," I said.  "You are grossed out, aren't you?"

   "No.  I'm not.  That's...kind of hot, actually," she said.  "Tell me,
brother, what do you plan to do while you're looking at them."

   "I, um, I just said what I was going to do," I said.

   "No you didn't," she said.  "Tell me everything or no deal."

   "Oh," I said.  "Ah, yeah, well, you know how I get when I see your ass.
Your ass makes me hard, sis, and if I'm hard and you're not there to take
care of me, I have to do it myself.  I'll have to stroke it."

   "Stroke what, Ian?" she said.

   She had rolled onto one hip and was casually playing with her boobs.  I
didn't have to just talk about getting hard, it was happening.

   "Stroke my hard cock, Lexi," I said.  "I'll have to stroke my cock
looking at your pictures.  I'll stroke it until I fucking come from looking
at you naked."

   "Deal," she said.  One hand had moved between her legs and was making
small circles.

   "Awesome!" I said.

   "But there's one more condition," she said.

   I was so excited that she had said yes that I just blurted out my
agreement without even thinking about it.

   "Anything, sis," I said.  "Anything at all."

   "I get pictures too," she said.

   A moment later she said "You can close your mouth now."

   This was an unexpected twist.  It never even occurred to me that she
would want to have photos of me.  Not those kind of photos, anyway.  At
least twice I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again, completely
at a loss for words.

   "What's it gonna be, Ian?" she said.  "I get pics too, or no deal."

   "Deal," I said, still in a kind of stupor.  "You really want pictures of
me, sis?"

   "Damn right I do!" she said.  "What?  Did you think I was going to go
weeks without taking care of business?"

   "I...I guess I hadn't thought about it," I said.

   I was sure thinking about it now.  Images of my sister masturbating were
running through my mind like a porn movie.  When I thought about her doing
it while thinking about me, the movie playing inside my head got even more
vivid.

   "You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" she said.

   "Huh?" I said.

   Busted.  When I looked at her she was staring at my crotch.  I was
doubly busted by the tent in my shorts.

   "Now strip," she said.

   I did.  Then I looked around and realized we were standing out in the
open, stark naked.

   "Aren't you worried about someone wandering by?" I said.

   "You said yourself that nobody ever comes here."

   "True," I said.

   "Okay then," she said.  "Now let's get some photos."

   I wasted no time setting up the first shot.  I had her draw up her knee
to give her hips a little added curve, and rest on her elbow.  It was sexy,
but barely R rated.  I shot a few variations then asked if she wanted to
take a look at the test shots.

   "Let me get a few of you, first," she said.  I handed her the camera and
guided her through setting up a few shots.  My cock was standing at
attention and it took quite a bit more effort to hide the naughty bits for
equivalent R rated shots.  We managed to pull it off with a couple of shots
taken from behind (and Lexi wouldn't shut up about my ass), then another
with me crouching so that my cock was hidden behind my leg.

   "Now we can look," I said.

   We sat together in the sun and looked through them.  We scanned back
from the last ones we shot, so mine were first.  I had to admit it was
arousing to be naked in front of the camera, knowing that sometime later
Lexi would be touching herself looking at my photos.  Eventually we got to
hers and they were stunning.  I was already horny and hard, and looking
through them, even on the small viewer on the back of the camera, made me
even hornier.  By the time we got through them all I was gently stroking my
aching cock.

   "Is that what you'll be doing with them?" she said, looking at me
playing with myself.

   "Yes," I said.  "God you're hot.  Just looking at the little previews is
sexy as hell.  I can't wait to see them on my monitor at home."

   "Ian?" said Alexis.

   "Yeah, sis?" I said.

   "You can't.  See them there, I mean," she said.  "I can't do this. 
Please delete them."

   My heart fell out of my chest, landed on the rocks, and rolled down the
hill.  In my mind's eye, I was waving goodbye to it.  But I gave my word.
No questions asked.

   "Okay then," I said, and I put my finger on the Delete button.

   "Stop!" she said.

   "What?" I said.  "I'm deleting them.  I'd rather not, but a deal is a
deal."

   "I'm sorry, Ian," she said.  "Don't."

   "What?" I said.

   "Don't delete them," she said.  "I don't want you to.  I...I just had to
be sure you really meant it when you said no questions asked.  Please
forgive me."

   "Wow," I said.  "You should have trusted me, Lex.  That hurt me.  I...I
can't believe you didn't trust me."

   "No, Ian," she said.  "Please don't say that.  I do trust you.  I didn't
mean to hurt you."

   "Just kidding, Lex," I said.  "It's all good.  I know you're scared."

   "Oh, you are such an ass," she said.  "I really should make you delete
them now just for fucking with me like that."

   "Say the word and they're gone," I said.  "That's the deal, and you can
cash in that chip right now or fifty years from now."

   "Ian," she said.  "I will never, never question your word again."

   Somewhere down the hill, my heart had grown legs and was racing back up
to return to its proper place.

   "That means a lot to me, sis," I said.  "It really does."

   "Were you actually hurt that I didn't trust you?" she said.

   "Maybe just a little," I said, "but I totally understand how you felt
and I'm okay.  Are you okay?  Not just about the photos, but about me
messing with you, too."

   "Want the truth?" she said.

   "Always."

   "I'm completely okay," she said.  "I sort of deserved it - you messing
with me, I mean."

   "And the photos?" I said.

   "Taking them made me feel really sexy," she said.  "And slutty.  Let's
do more."

   My heart was back in my chest where it belonged, and beating a little
faster.

   We started another session and these were more explicit.  I had shots of
her standing and sitting from in front and behind, with some spectacular
shots of her ass, and finally of her with her legs spread.  When those were
done I went in for some close-up shots of her pussy.  In the last of them,
she had her fingers just entering the edge of the frame.  With those done
we setup more of me, not bothering to hide my erection this time. 
Eventually Alexis asked me to pose for a few shots where I was touching
myself.  But I couldn't stop at just posing for stills.  I was too worked
up for that, and wasn't just holding it, but stroking it, and Alexis soon
abandoned shooting photos and was just watching me while rubbing herself.

   "I'll take the camera now," I said.  I needed to focus on something else
before I shot off all over the rocks.  I steadied my nerves and focused my
thoughts, then setup the sexiest poses I could dream up to show off Lexi's
charms, but even my best efforts at concentrating on the photos were far
from sufficient.  Although I got a lot of great shots, it's wasn't long
before I was just watching her masturbating and doing the same myself.

   "Fuck this is hot!" I blurted out once all efforts at shooting photos
had been abandoned.

   "Yeah," said Alexis, "this was a good idea you had, but I need you
inside me now."

   It wasn't the most comfortable of places.  The smoothest spots were
rough, abrasive rock.  Alexis was writhing more and more, and squishing
sounds were coming from between her legs.  With her hands blocking the
view, I could only imagine how wet she was, but the imagining was sending
my libido into orbit.  A thought flickered through my mind, and I laid back
on the rock.  My cock was pointing skyward and pulsing along with my rapid
heartbeat.

   "Climb on, sis," I said.

   Alexis was panting as she eyed my cock with a look of uninhibited animal
lust.  She threw a leg over me, squatting with the head of my cock at the
entrance to her pussy, and sat down hard with a grunt.

   "Oh, fuck!" I said.  There was no slow build up.  She hit full speed
almost immediately, dropping down on me and then raising herself to the
point where I was only just barely still inside her.  She balanced herself
with one hand on my chest while the other went back to work on her clit.  I
watched her tits bouncing hypnotically on her chest for a moment before
realizing that I had two hands free.  My sister let out a loud moan when my
fingers found her nipples, and went from frenzied to manic.  I went right
along with her, thrusting up as she sat down.

   Between gasps and grunts, Alexis managed to stammer out "almost...Oh! 
God!...there." So was I.  It seemed we had just started, but something
about the fresh air and our supercharged start from the photo session had
us in a sprint to the finish.  Sometimes you wanted a long, gentle session
of love making.  Sometimes you just wanted to fucking come.  This was one
of the latter times.  Alexis was still bouncing wildly and at one point she
bounced high enough that my cock was completely out of her.  When she came
back down it was just sort of sandwiched between us instead of back in her
pussy.

   "Put your fucking cock back in me now, God damn it!"

   That was one order I could follow without question.

   "Oh, fuck!" she said as I entered her again.  "That's better."

   Was it ever.  Her pussy was throbbing now.  I could feel the rhythmic
contractions on the shaft of my cock in the brief moment of pause as she
bottomed out.

   "Coming...soon," she said.

   Her eyes were closed and her head was tipped back when somehow, the
camera popped into my mind.  It had been discarded and was lying next to
me. I grabbed it and shot a few last photos as she began to cry out in
ecstasy as her orgasm hit.  I have no idea what I shot because my own
orgasm was coming and I discarded the camera again when I felt my release
was inevitable.

   "Oh, Lexi," I said.

   I kept moaning her name between grunts as I emptied myself into my
sister's pussy.  I could feel my cock pulsing.  The start of my orgasm
seemed to extend hers, and with each burst I could feel her pussy throbbing
and squeezing harder.  She finally slowed and her wild bouncing became more
of a slow grind.  My balls spent, I settled onto the rocks, exhausted, and
shortly after my sister collapsed on top of me, still gasping but beginning
to catch her breath.  I could feel the sun again, and a light morning
breeze was cooling us.

   "Wow," I said.

   Lexi's head was resting on my shoulder and my arms had wrapped around
her.  My cock was softening, but still lingering inside her, and I could
still feel the occasional contraction.  At last my sister rolled off of me
and lay next to me on the rock.

   "How does that happen that way every time" she said.

   "The insane sex?" I said.

   "Yeah."

   "I don't know, Lex," I said.  "I can't explain it."

   "You sure are making the most of it this morning," she said.  "And
yesterday.  And Friday too."

   "Has it really only been since Friday?" I said.  "I feel like we've been
together forever."

   "As long as we will be together forever," she said, "I'll be happy."

   We rested together for a time, enjoying the sun and the breeze and the
closeness of our bodies until reality came to call.

   "These rocks aren't very soft, are they?" said Alexis.

   "No," I said.  "Not really.  Not at all, actually.  You ready to get
up?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "Let's head back."

   "Okay," I said.  "We can have a look at those photos later."

   "That sounds fun," she said.  "As long as you promise to behave."

   "Behave?" I said.  "Don't pretend like this was all me."

   "Oh shut up and get dressed," she said.

   I did, and watched her do the same.  I actually groaned just a little
when she pulled her pants on.

   "Something wrong?" she said.

   "No," I said.  "I was just admiring your ass and then you covered it
up."

   She just smiled at me and I turned around to pick up my shirt.

   "Whoa!" she said.

   "What?" I said.

   "You...ah...you have a little road rash," she said.

   "Where?" I said.

   "On your back," she said.  "Your shoulders."

   They did feel a little raw.

   "It looks kind of red and...I don't know...angry."

   "Okay," I said.  "No cuts?"

   "No.  Want me to carry the backpack?" she said.

   "Yeah, actually," I said.  "That would probably help a little.  I don't
want to have to explain this when I get home."

   "Good point," she said.  "And let's drink up this water.  I'm thirsty
and then there'll be less to carry."

   We drank the water and had a snack as well.  I took the camera.  That
left the pack nearly empty for Alexis, but at least it wouldn't be bouncing
around on my back.  We turned and started back down the trail the way we
came.  We completed the return trip in a little less time than the trip
out, arriving in time for an early lunch.

   Wanting to get on the road quickly, we made short work of our meal.  I
cleaned up the kitchen while Alexis did the bedroom.  There weren't many
dishes so those took only a few minutes.  Since nobody would be back the
following weekend, I also packed up any perishables left in the
refrigerator into a cooler and loaded it into the car.

   When I came back in, Alexis was stripping the bed.

   "Nuts," I said.  "We should have thrown all that in the washer this
morning.  Are you going to just leave it all in the hamper?"

   "Have you lost your mind?" she said.

   "What?" I said.

   "If we leave this," she said.  "that means Dad would be washing the
linens."

   "We leave linens all the time," I said.  "Nobody washes them until
there's a full load."

   "Yeah," she said, "but we don't usually leave linens with cum stains on
them."

   "Whoa!" I said.  "Holy shit, you're right.  Thanks for thinking of that,
Lex."

   I threw the linens into my bag with the rest of my dirty clothes and we
hauled everything out to the car.

   "We'll have to explain to Dad why we brought them home," I said as we
were going back in to give the place one last once-over and lock up.

   "I hadn't thought of that," she said.  "He'll have to bring them back
and he'll ask why we didn't just leave them like we usually do."

   "I'll tell him you spilled something on them and we wanted to get the
stains out," I said.  "You're clumsy enough for him to buy that."

   "Oh shut up," she said, "I am not clumsy."

   "Kidding," I said, "but he'll buy it anyway."

   "Okay," she said.  "I'll take the fall this time, but next time it's
going to be your fault."

   "Deal," I said.

   We stood quietly for a minute considering the situation.  Alexis looked
at me with a forlorn expression on her face.  She looked the way I felt -
miserable about our need to live a life of deception.

   "I hate all this sneaking around," she said.

   "Me too," I said.  "I wish we didn't have to lie to Dad."

   "We can't tell him," she said, "so we have to accept that or give up on
this altogether."

   "I can't do that, Lex," I said.  "I just can't.  Not now."

   "Me either," she said.  "How is that when I finally find the perfect man
for me, it's my own damn brother.  This sucks."

   Living a lie did suck, but it was a price we were paying for something
beautiful.  I needed her to understand that.

   "Don't, Alexis," I said.  "Don't go there.  I love you too much to see
you dwelling on everything that's wrong with this instead of celebrating
everything that's right with it.  We're perfect when we're together, and
we're going to make it all work out."

   "You promise?" she said.

   She still looked disheartened, but with a flicker of hope.

   "I do," I said.

   I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close and told her that no
matter what happened, we would always be together.  Somehow my words seemed
to calm her again and when she looked at me a hopeful smile had found its
way onto her face.  I kissed her then.  It was a promise, that kiss.  A
promise to give her every bit of my love, and to do whatever was necessary
to make our crazy situation work.

   "Thanks, Ian," she said when our lips parted.  "Whenever I'm feeling
overwhelmed, you always know how to set me right again."

   "That's because I love you more than anything, Lex," I said.

   We finished our check of things in the cabin and hit the road for the
long drive home.  We were both in a melancholy mood, knowing that our time
alone together was coming to a close and that once we were home we would
have to be guarded, and could only fully be ourselves when our father was
out of the house.  Sharing a bed, at least at night, would be impossible.

   We rode quietly for a long while.  I was sorting out my feelings about
returning home and how I would carry on in my father's house without him
catching on.  Alexis was lost in thought and gazing out the window.  In
time we started to chat again, talking about school and the trips we had
planned for the summer and then the fall.  We had been on the road for a
couple of hours when a thought occurred to me that brought me from the
future back to the present.

   "Hey Lex," I said.

   "What's on your mind?" she said.

   "Remember our trip to town yesterday?" I said.

   "Sure," she said.  "What about it?"

   "I think we should make a couple of extra stops on the way home today,"
I said.  "To...practice some more.  I know it's going to be awkward at
first when we get home.  We should try our best to be ready.  Even Dad
isn't completely oblivious.  He'll know something's up if we don't act at
least a little bit like ourselves."

   "You're right, of course," she said.  "But I'm not sure I can really
bring myself to be as mean and rude as I was yesterday.  I don't think I
can take it from you, either, even when I know you don't really mean it."

   "I think we're going to be okay there, Lex," I said.

   "How's that?" she said.  "We've been fighting for years."

   "That's sort of true," I said, "or at least it was, but we're older now.
You've been away at school for three years.  You're older.  Sometimes
you're almost mature."

   "Hey!"

   "Just kidding, sis," I said.  "I've been away for a year now too, and we
were only home for a couple of weeks before we came up here.  Did we fight
at all since we got home?"

   "No, actually," she said.  "I hadn't thought of that.  We've actually
gotten along pretty well this summer."

   "Exactly," I said.  "I was sixteen when you last lived at home, and I
was...well...kind of a dick."

   "I'm glad you said that," she said.

   "So you didn't have to?" I said.

   "Yeah," she said.  "You were a jerk.  Not all the time, but...often. 
You've matured a lot since then.  I could see it happening each time I came
home.  Especially last year.  You weren't like the same person at all. 
Mostly you were nice to me.  Also you'd gotten kind of hot, which didn't
hurt.  It made it easier to overlook your character flaws."

   "What character flaws?" I said, feigning indignation.

   "Never mind that," she said.  "Just remember the part where I said you
were hot."

   "Oh yeah," I said.  "I liked that part!"

   I considered my thoughts for a moment, and then added "There's something
else."

   "What's that?" said Alexis.

   "I...I missed you when you left for school," I said.

   "Seriously?" she said.  "I thought you'd be happy to get me out of the
house."

   "I was," I said, "until you were actually gone.  It wasn't until you
weren't there any more that I understood that even if I didn't always like
you then, I still loved you.  This last year was the worst.  I really hated
being so far apart."

   "I...I had no idea," she said.  "That's so sweet.  Here I thought it was
just me that was missing our time together."

   "There were so many times when I wanted to just pick up the phone and
talk to you," I said, "but...I don't know...it just seemed like it would
have been weird, you know, after all those years of not getting along, to
actually want to talk to you."

   "Ian," she said, "you can't even imagine how much I would have loved
that.  I've missed you so much over the last couple of years.  And then
last summer...happened."

   "What do you mean?" I said.

   "Well," she said, "that's when I started to notice how handsome
and...and..."

   "And what?"

   "Sexy," said Alexis.  "Jeez.  Hot, okay."

   "Okay," I said.  "Sexy is good.  Hot too."

   "You're such a pain," she said.  "Just shut up, okay.  I had already
been missing you really bad, but then you really matured...physically...a
lot.  Plus you walked around the house without a shirt on most of the time.
Fuck, how could I not notice?"

   "Notice what?" I said.  "Guys walk around without shirts all the time.
So what?"

   "So you were a multi-sport athlete in school," she said, "and were
working full time last summer, tossing heavy bags of God knows what around
the store.  You were ripped.  Go look in the damn mirror some time.  Broad
shoulders, muscular chest and back, lean, tight abs.  I'm fucking getting
horny just talking about it."

   "Ah..."

   "You'd come walking in after work," she said.  "all sweaty and pumped
up, and the first thing you did was take off your shirt."

   "Yeah," I said, "I remember.  And you'd go hide in your room."

   "Oh my God, Ian," she said.  "Even you can't be that thick."

   "What?" I said.  Apparently I was that thick.

   "I was fucking playing with myself, dumbass," she said.

   I really hadn't seen that one coming at all.

   "You were...ah...wow," I said.  Mumbled, really.  "Wow.  I ah...I
thought you just hated being around me.  I figured I was probably just kind
of, you know, gross and smelly from being at work all day."

   "You kind of were," she said, "but that sort of makes it even hotter.  I
had to get away from you before I soaked through my pants and made a big
wet spot for you to see.  Honestly, I was so fucking horny every day I
thought sure you'd be able to smell it.  I had to run to my room and get
myself off.  Then I'd hop in the shower and come back downstairs to see
you."

   "Oh, fuck that's hot," I said.  "And it explains why you were always in
such a damn good mood in the evening."

   "I know, right?" she said.  "I'm getting wet right now just remembering
it."

   "It's not just you getting heated," I said.  I grabbed her hand and
stuck it in my crotch.  She could feel that I was hard again.

   "I could fucking do you right now," she said, staring at the tent in my
shorts.

   "God," I said, "we're never gonna get home if we have to stop to fuck
every two hours."

   "I have another idea," she said.

   The lusty look on her face told me I was probably going to like this
idea.  Without another word, she lifted her ass off the seat and pulled off
her shorts and panties.

   "Here," she said, handing me her panties.  "Hold onto these for me."

   I put them up to my face and inhaled deeply.  The panties were soaked
and smelled amazing.

   "That is so hot that you like to smell them," she said.  "I'm fucking
dripping now."

   "I love your smell," I said.  "It makes me so hard.  I wish I could
catch that scent right at the source."

   "You're driving," she said.  "You'll have to make do with some sexy
panties.  Maybe I can get you a taste here and there, too." She stuck her
fingers right into her pussy and coated them with the sticky liquid.  Then
she stuck her fingers in her mouth.

   "Mmm," she said.  "Want some?"

   I nearly came in my pants right there.  All I could do is nod yes, and
my sister put her fingers back in her pussy again, then took them out and
stuck them in my mouth.  Damn.  The smell and taste of her was incredible.
My cock had turned to steel.  I was going to need relief soon.

   "Watch the road, baby," she said, "but watch me, too." She started in on
herself again, rubbing on her clit, then fingering inside herself.  She was
getting more aroused by the minute.  I could hear and smell how wet she was
when she suddenly stopped.

   "Can you reach my bag?" she said.

   What the actual fuck could she possibly need in her bag right this
minute, I wondered.  It was within reach in the back seat.  I grabbed the
shoulder strap and pulled it toward me.

   "Ah, yeah," I said.  "What do you need out of there?"

   "Towel, first," she said, "or I'm going to leave a wet spot on the seat.
I had a feeling I might need one on the way home."

   "Good call," I said.

   It was right at the top.  She took it from me and shoved it under her
ass.

   "Keep digging," she said.

   "What am I looking for?" I said.

   "Trust me," she said, "you'll know when you find it."

   I had no idea what she meant, but I reached back again and started
blindly fishing around in the bag when I felt it.  A vibrator.  I pulled it
out of the bag and held it up.

   "This what you need?" I said.

   I couldn't decide if I should laugh or blow my load in my pants.

   "Yeah," she said.  "Thought I might need that if the rest of my plan
didn't ah...work out."

   "Fuck," I said.

   "That's the idea," she said.  "Lube that thing, would you."

   "What?" I said, completely confused.  "How?"

   "With your mouth, stupid," she said.  "I can't stick that thing in me
dry."

   My life had reached a whole new level of weirdness.  My sister wanted me
to blow a vibrator so it wouldn't be dry when she stuck it in her dripping
pussy.  What the actual fuck, I thought, altogether dumbfounded.

   "Hurry up," she said.  "I need a little help here and you're driving the
fucking car."

   She really did seem a little distressed and frustrated.  She was
squirming in the seat and had her fingers all over herself, but didn't seem
to be getting any closer to getting off.

   "Ah..." I just kind of stammered, trying to get my head around what was
happening.

   "What the fuck?" she said.  "You worried you're going to go gay if you
lick a vibrator?  That thing's been in my pussy, you know.  I don't think I
washed it last time."

   Why, I don't know, but that set me off.  I shoved the thing in my mouth
and bathed it in all the spit I could muster.  And she was right, I could
still taste her on it.  Thankfully, there was nobody in the next lane
watching me blow a sex toy.  Why that bothered me and the idea that they'd
also be watching my sister put a fucking vibrator in her pussy never quite
registered.  There really was just no accounting for the things that go
through our minds during sex.

   Alexis took the vibrator and turned on a switch somewhere.  It started
buzzing and she quickly dropped the thing onto her clit.  She made a long
"ahh" sound and a steady stream of creamy fluid flowed from her.  I
couldn't resist, and reached across into her lap, smeared my fingers in it,
and brought them to my mouth for a taste.  Alexis looked at me as I put my
fingers in my mouth and licked them clean.

   "Damn," I said, "that's fucking delicious."

   She gasped, went stiff, groaned, and then fell back into the seat again.
What had been a steady stream flowing from her pussy turned into a flood.
Her pussy was contracting and with each squeeze another pool of cream
flowed out of her.  I scooped up more and had another taste.

   "Oh, God, that's fucking hot," she said.  "Have more.  Eat your sister's
cum!"

   Fucking hot indeed.  I kept scooping, watching the cream flow from her.
It was unbelievable.

   "Fuck," she said.  "Watch the road!" I had nearly drifted onto the
shoulder.

   "I'll get this," she said, and she started feeding me her cum, scooping
up more with her fingers and shoving them into my mouth again.  She
thrashed and moaned the first time I licked her fingers clean, and then she
took the vibrator off of her clit and shoved it deep into her pussy.  My
cock felt like it would rupture watching that.  Again she stiffened and
moaned, then collapsed back into the seat, panting.

   Alexis looked up and shouted "turn!  Right there!"

   There was a forest road ahead.  I hit the brakes and made the turn.

   "Pull over," she said.  "I need to suck some cock."

   Jesus.  I pulled over.  She was on me in a heartbeat, unbuckling my belt
and getting my shorts open.

   "You were going to kill us if we didn't stop," she said.

   My sister was right.  I nearly ran off the road watching her.  I'd have
taken us on a tour of the ditch if she was blowing me.  In seconds she had
my cock out of my shorts and she wasted no time in attending to my
throbbing erection.  She came at me with every trick she could muster with
her hands and mouth.  I was already beyond ready from watching her show. 
This wasn't going to last long.

   "Come on baby," she said, her head popping up off of my cock.  "I need
to swallow my brother's cum."

   She buried my cock in her throat, then took my balls in her hand and
started rolling them.  Then she raised her head again.  She was kneeling on
the other seat, her head over my cock, her hand still massaging my balls.
My cock pulsed.

   "So close," I muttered.

   "Grab my ass," she said.

   That beautiful, perfect ass.  As my hand swept over her cheek her mouth
went back down over my cock.  It went all the way down, again, and I felt
the head of my cock at the back of her throat while her tongue bathed and
massaged the shaft.  It was all I could take, and I erupted into her mouth.
The first spurt seemed like an endless geyser, and then I felt her throat
working the head of my cock as she swallowed and it only amplified my
orgasm.  I groaned, nearly passing out as she drank down one spurt, and
another, and another, until my balls were emptied.  Still she didn't
release me, though, but continued to massage my head and shaft with her
lips and tongue.  She kept my cock in her mouth until my erection subsided,
eventually just licking me clean.

   "Wow," she said.  "That was quite a load."

   "Yeah," I said, only marginally aware of my surroundings.  "Wow."

   "Ready to get back on the road, horny boy?" she said.

   "I'm, ah, gonna need just a minute, here," I said.

   I was at least beginning to remember where I was.

   "That was...pretty intense."

   "Sure was," she said, grinning at me.

   She was cleaning herself up with the towel.  Good thinking, having that
towel handy.  I watched her, fascinated by her routine.  It was all still
new to me, and everything was endlessly interesting.  When she was done
cleaning up, she got herself dressed again.  I only reluctantly gave back
the panties, trading them for a sniff of the towel she had used to soak up
her juices.  Once I came down completely, I finished getting myself dressed
again so we could get back on the road.

   "Thirsty?" I said.

   "I just had a nice, big drink," she said, "but I could use some water."

   "You're a card," I said, smiling.  "I have water in the cooler in back.
I'll get a couple of them." I fetched the waters and got in, ready to get
started.

   "I love you, Lex," I said, and I leaned across the car and kissed her.

   "Love you too," she said, "now drive!"

   "Okay then," I said.  I turned around on the forest road and made my way
back onto the highway.

   "So," she said.  "What were we saying a while back about our trip to
town yesterday, and practicing more?  We seem to have gotten distracted by
something and never quite finished that conversation."

   "Yeah," I said, "I noticed.  Anyway, I thought we could stop for an
early dinner in Duluth on the way home.  It's a chance to get used to
behaving like a normal brother and sister.  Then maybe we can stop halfway
back for a bit for coffee or something."

   "That's a good idea," she said.  "Just don't talk about anything sexy."

   "Like what?" I said.

   "You know," she said.  "My body.  Your body.  Anyone else's body."

   "Deal," I said.

   "Also anything having to do with sex," she said.  "Or sexy things like
cute clothes or, ah, bags of lawn fertilizer."

   "Bags of lawn fertilizer are sexy?" I said.  "That's weird even for
you."

   "They're sexy because when you talk about them I imagine you throwing
them around," she said.  "Not wearing a shirt.  All sweaty.  And hot."

   "Stop thinking about that!" I said.  "You're already breathing heavy."

   "Yeah," she said.  "See what I mean?"

   "I get your point," I said.

   "In fact," she said, "you might want to just not talk at all for the
next couple of minutes, 'cause right now pretty much every word that comes
out of your mouth is making me horny."

   "Ah," I said, "didn't you just...take care of that...like, minutes ago?"


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

   It was moments like this one when I wondered how it could be this way
with us.  I didn't even understand how it was physically possible.  Being
young and pumped full of testosterone was one thing, but this was crazy.  I
had already come three times and it was only mid-afternoon.  With Alexis,
the most innocent things could set me off.  Earlier I had looked at her in
the car.  She was glancing out the window at the scenery and absentmindedly
adjusted her shoulder belt.  What I saw was the way the belt fell between
her breasts, showing off the curves, and I felt myself getting aroused. 
Even now, just remembering that was triggering a tingling in my groin.  It
was as if her very presence sent my libido into overdrive.

   Finally, an idea struck me which was so plainly obvious I literally
slapped myself on the forehead.

   "Lex," I said as she looked at me in bewilderment.

   "Light bulb go on?" she said.

   "Yeah," I said.  "I want to stop at the mall in Duluth before we go
home."

   "Normally I never object to shopping," she said, "but there's really
nothing I need right now and I know there's nothing you need, or at least
want to spend money on.  What's on your mind?"

   "I'm worried," I said.  "After what just happened, I'm worried I won't
be able to keep it together at home."

   "Oh," she said, looking a little alarmed.  "If you're worried, then I'm
worried, because you've been the one who's been talking me down.  But how
does the mall help?"

   "I want us to just split up for a while," I said.  "It doesn't have to
be long - maybe a half hour.  We haven't been away from each other for more
than a few minutes all weekend.  I just want to know that if I feel like
I'm starting to lose it when we're together that I can just leave the room
and be able to find my chill."

   "You didn't really just say 'find my chill,' did you?" she said.

   "Sorry," I said.  "I picked it up from my roommate-"

   "Well drop it," she said.

   "Fine," I said, "now will you shut up about it so I can finish with what
I was trying to say, please?"

   "You're all worked up, Ian," she said.  "You need to find your chill."

   "You're impossible!" I said.

   "Sorry," she said.  "Couldn't resist."

   "Anyway," I said, "I just want to know that I can talk myself down if I
get worked up."

   "So we should get each other worked up before we split up?" she said.

   "I guess so, yeah," I said.  "I don't think it'll take much.  I could
probably just watch your ass as you get out of the car."

   "Thanks, I guess," she said.  "Or you could kiss me.  That pretty much
makes me instantly hot."

   "So," I said.  "We park in a quiet corner somewhere, make out for a
minute, and then split up and go shopping.  A half hour later we meet for
dinner and see how it goes."

   "Okay," she said.  "Sounds like a plan.  What do we do if it doesn't
work?"

   "Panic," I said.

   "You're supposed to talk me down, remember?" she said.

   "Okay then," I said.  "How about...we'll get to that later."

   "Later?" she said.

   "Yeah," I said, "after I've had a chance to think of Plan B."

   "Fair enough," she said.  "This should be a fun challenge."

   Less than an hour later we were pulling into the parking lot.

   "You ready for this?" I said.

   "Yup," she said.  "Now kiss me like you mean it."

   I gave her my very best kiss.  It was warm and firm and I poured all of
my love and my desire for her into it.  I wrapped my arms around my sister
and my hands roamed her shoulders and sides and back while my tongue roamed
along her lips and inside her mouth.  When my hands found their way to her
breasts, she broke it off.

   "Stop," she said.  "Oh...ah...wow.  You can stop."

   "You sure?" I said.  "We're supposed to be really worked up." I noticed
she was breathing heavily.

   "Oh yeah," she said, catching her breath.  "Definitely hot and bothered.
Whew!"

   "If you say so," I said.

   "What?" she said.  "You don't believe me?"

   "I didn't kiss you very long," I said.

   "It was long enough," she said.  "Check for yourself."

   She grabbed my hand and stuck it between her legs over her shorts.  It
felt warm there, but I wanted to be sure and I wanted to torment her a
little more.  I shoved my hand into the waistband of her shorts and down
and inside her panties.  My fingers found her clit, toyed with her there
for a moment, then moved to the entrance to her pussy.  She wasn't kidding
at all.  It was warm and wet.  I swirled my fingers between and around her
folds until they were well coated with her juices, then pulled my hand out
of her shorts and licked my fingers clean.

   "Holy shit, Ian!" she said.  "Are you trying to get me to fuck you right
here in the parking lot?"

   "Just wanted to be sure, sis," I said.

   "I sure as hell hope you believe it now," she said.  "And by the way,
it's my turn."

   I think I had unwittingly started a contest to see who could get the
other more aroused without making them come.  My sister reached across the
car, unzipped my pants, and fished out my cock.  I was hard just from
kissing her, and even more aroused from exploring inside her shorts. 
Tasting her had my cock eager to play.  Then she started stroking me.

   "Whoa!  Lex," I said.  "It's already pretty obvious that I'm worked up,
isn't it?"

   "I just wanted to be sure, Ian," she said.

   Fuck.  All I could do was hope I didn't actually shoot my load all over
her hand.  Then she leaned down and swallowed my cock.  I sat in stunned
silence as my sister bobbed up and down in my lap, swirling her tongue
around me.  Just as I began to think she might not stop, she did, lifting
her head until my cock slid out of her warm, wet mouth, and then bobbing
back down for one last, quick kiss.

   "There," she said.  "Now I'm sure."

   "Fuck," I said.  "I suppose that was...um...fair."

   "Yup," she said.  "If I have to walk around in there with my pants all
squishy, you can walk around with a raging hard-on."

   "Are you crazy?" I said.  "I can't walk in there like this!"

   "Sure you can," she said.  "Just...think about doing it with your sister
or something."

   "Ha, fucking, ha, Lex," I said.  "Aren't you the damn comic?"

   "Sorry," she said.  "Maybe think about doing it with mom instead."

   "Lex!" I said.  "What the fuck?  How 'bout just not thinking about doing
it at all."

   "Oh my God," she said, "please don't tell me you want to do it with
mom."

   "Eww, no," I said.

   "Why not?" she said.  "Mom's still a pretty sexy woman.  Dad keeps
saying I get my looks from her."

   "God, just stop, Lex," I said.

   Suddenly she was laughing hysterically.  Apparently I wasn't in on the
joke because I had no idea what set her off.

   "What?" I said.

   "It worked!" she said, still laughing.

   "What worked?" I said.  "What the hell are you talking about?"

   "Thinking about mom!" she said.  "I guess it worked.  Look!"

   She pointed at my cock, which was still sticking out of my fly, but was
now half deflated.  It would be awkward, but at least I'd be able to get it
back into my pants.  I started to put it away.

   "Wait!" she said.  "Not yet."

   "Wait for what?" I said.

   "This," she said, then she opened her door and stepped out, but she
paused half way through standing up.  She rested her hands on her knees so
that she was bent at the hips and her ass was pointing at me through the
car door.  She gave her butt a little shake.  Damn, it was fine.

   "There," she said, grinning back at me as she stood up.  "That should
keep you going until dinner."

   I quickly shoved my cock back into my shorts before it had a chance to
get any bigger.

   "Not nice," I said.  "I was just getting better."

   "So says the man who had his hand in my pants a minute ago," she said.

   "Okay, okay," I said.  "Let's go, sis."

   We locked up the car and began walking toward the mall entrance.

   "Where are you going?" she said.

   "I thought I'd hit the bookstore," I said.  "Even if I don't buy
anything it's fun to browse."

   "How about I meet you there instead of at a restaurant?" she said. 
"Then we don't have to pick a place now, or even eat here."

   "Sure," I said, "but what do you want at the bookstore?  You were never
much of a reader."

   "Maybe I want a book on how to give my brother awesome blow-jobs," she
said.

   "Be nice," I said.  "Besides, you could write that book.  Damn."

   She giggled at that, and then kissed me on the cheek.

   "What was that for?" I said.

   "Just to say thanks," she said.  "Even when you're crude you're still
nice to me."

   "So why did you really want to go to the bookstore?" I said.

   "Oh," she said.  "I wanted to look for a Boundary Waters guide."

   "I know just the one you want," I said.  "You could have used mine but I
loaned it to a friend and never got it back."

   "Wait," she said, "didn't you buy one in Grand Marais?"

   "I did," I said, "but the one I have in mind is a lot better for a first
time visitor, and it's never a bad idea to get more than one opinion on a
route."

   "Perfect!" she said.  "I still have Dad's card."

   "Don't you ever feel guilty spending Dad's money?" I said.

   "Nope," she said, smiling, "because he loves it even more than I do."

   "Huh?" I said.  "Why would Dad love it when you spend his money?"

   "Because," she said, "he never buys anything for himself anyway, so it's
just sitting around in the bank being useless, and if I buy things he feels
good because it makes me happy."

   "So Dad feels good because you feel good?" I said.

   "That's it!" she said.  "And I'm not just saying that as an excuse to
buy stuff I don't need.  If I come home empty handed it's like he's
disappointed.  He actually kind of lights up a little when I have bags to
show off."

   "If you say so," I said, "but I still think you're just making up an
excuse to buy stuff."

   "Just watch when we get home," she said.  "You'll see."

   "Okay," I said.  I was still skeptical, but we had arrived at the
entrance.

   "See you in half an hour," she said.

   "Hey, wait," I said, holding the door for her.  "Where else are you
going?"

   "That's a secret," she said.

   "Oooo...aren't you mysterious," I said.  "Thirty minutes.  Don't be
late."

   "I won't," she said.  "I shop fast.  I can buy more in the same amount
of time that way!"

   "You're nothing if not efficient, Lexi," I said.  "Love you sis, see you
later."

   "Love you too," she said, and turned away.

   We had entered through the doors nearest the bookstore and had reached
the main corridor.  She went right and I went left.  It took a lot of
effort, but I resisted the temptation to look over my shoulder to watch her
walk away.  I knew what I would see.  I knew what it would do to me. 
Merely imagining it was arousing enough.

   Arriving at the bookstore, I made my way to the local books section and
found the title I wanted in the Boundary Waters guide books.  I took that
with me over to photography with the intent of looking for something on
landscape and nature work.  I was never quite satisfied with what I shot.
My landscapes always seemed to lack a certain punch that the best photos
had, so I was constantly searching for both inspiration and expert advice.
Unfortunately, this trip through the photography section carried nothing
but reminders of the photos Alexis and I had shot that morning, and what
shooting them led to.  It also reminded me that in our excitement to get on
the road, we hadn't looked them over yet.  That would be something to look
forward to when we got home, but I didn't need to go out of my way to add
that kind of frustration now and I made my way over to history.  A friend
had tipped me off about a great book about the plains Indians called Crazy
Horse: The Strange Man of the Oglalas by Mari Sandoz, and I went to look
for a copy.  I found it when Alexis found me.  Had it really been a half
hour already?  I had completely lost track of time.
"What did you find?" she said.  She was carrying a shopping bag, but it
was a generic mall bag so I couldn't tell what was in it or even where it

came from.

   "A book about Crazy Horse," I said.

   "Who's that?" she said.  History wasn't her favorite subject, and this
wasn't the best traveled corner of American history, but it was a favorite
of mine.

   "Crazy Horse was an Oglala warrior," I said.

   "Oglala?" she said.

   "A band of the Lakota," I said.  "Sioux."

   "Sure," she said.  "I knew that."

   "Right," I said.  "Anyway, he was one of the leaders of Sitting Bull's
warriors."

   "In the old west," she said.

   "Yeah," I said, "he kicked Custer's ass at the Little Bighorn."

   "Ah!" she said.  "That I know about.  But how can the story be accurate?
Didn't everyone die at the Little Big Horn?"

   "Custer and his men died," I said, "but they lost.  Sitting Bull's men,
Crazy Horse among them, won the battle and lived to tell the stories of
it."

   "Oh," she said.  "It's weird that it never occurred to me that there
were people who survived Custer's last stand."

   "It never occurs to most people, Lex," I said.  I felt myself slipping
into History Professor mode, but couldn't help myself.  "Eventually the
Sioux lost the Indian wars, but they won that battle and Crazy Horse played
a big part in it.  This is his story."

   "That actually sounds kind of interesting," she said.  "Maybe I'll read
it when you're done."

   "Okay," I said.  I was skeptical, but hopeful she might find interest in
the things I loved to study.

   "No, really," she said.  Somehow she had read my thoughts.  "I know you
think I'll never read it, but if it interests you it must be worthwhile. 
You have a great mind."

   "Ah..." I said.  "Thanks, Lex.  That was really nice of you to say."

   And unexpected.  Alexis was sharp, but hadn't taken much interest in the
things that interested me before.

   "What's the other one?" she said.

   "The other what?"

   "The other book, genius," she said.

   "Oh, ah, sorry, sis," I stammered.  After all, I did have two books in
my hands.

   "It's Dan Pauly's guide to the Boundary Waters," I said.  "It's the best
one available."

   "Is that the one you loaned and didn't get back?" she said.

   "You remembered," I said.  "Yeah, that's the one.  Exploring the
Boundary Waters.  There are a lot of guide books for the BWCA, but this one
is the best."

   "If it's good enough for you," she said, "it's good enough for me. 
Ready to check out or are you still browsing?"

   "I'm done," I said, "and hungry.  Let's go."

   We checked out.  Alexis insisted on using Dad's credit card again.  I
still felt guilty about it, but there was no resisting my sister when she
got her mind set on something.  She was a lot like our father in that
respect.  He was at heart a very gentle, easy going soul, but was a force
to be reckoned with once he made up his mind about something and was set on
a course of action.  It was one of the things that made him a great lawyer.
He could relate to his clients, but also be a fierce advocate for them.

   "Where to?" I said after we checked out.

   "Grandma's?" said Alexis.

   "Good choice!" I said.  The food was great and they had a location
nearby.

   "But I want to go to Canal Park," she said.

   "Canal Park?" I said.  "They have a restaurant just across the parking
lot."

   "Yeah," she said, "but I want to go see the lift bridge."

   "Okay," I said.  I not only knew I was going to lose this fight, but I
loved visiting Canal Park as much as she did.  The lift bridge was one of
my favorite spots in Duluth.  We got in the car and drove down the hill to
the waterfront and made our way to Canal Park.  Driving there and parking
there was a hassle, but it was a fun place to visit.

   "If we hurry," she said, "we can get to the Duluth Pack store before
they close."

   "Lex," I said, "you know perfectly well that place isn't safe.  Even I
don't trust myself with Dad's credit card in there.  I'm liable to walk out
of there with two hundred bucks worth of stuff, and you'll spend three
times that."

   "We're getting him a present in there," she said.

   "This I gotta hear," I said.  "You're going to explain to me how we're
going to buy Dad a present using his own money, and he's going to - somehow
- just love it."

   "Yup," she said.  "He will."

   "Because..."

   "Because he's wanted one of those duffel bags since forever," she said,
"but he never buys himself anything."

   "You have a point there," I said.

   "Of course I do," she said.  "Listen, Ian.  Seriously.  You're brilliant
- I admit that - but when it comes to Dad, and shopping, you need to leave
matters in the hands of an expert."

   She had another point.  "Okay," I said.  "You win, but we have to
hurry."

   "So stop standing around then and let's get going," she said.

   We arrived at the Duluth Pack store a half hour before they closed.  It
was more than enough time for Alexis to blow insane amounts of money on
stuff, but even I had to admit their goods were seriously beautiful, not to
mention nearly indestructible.  I nearly had a fit when I saw the price of
the bag she picked for my dad, but she was brooking no argument about it.
She was, after all, the shopping expert.

   "Hey," she said.  "Do you have a bag for school?"

   "Sure," I said.  "I have my old backpack from high school.  It still
gets the job done."

   "I mean a decent bag," she said.  "The messenger bags they make here are
amazing."

   "No, Lex," I said.  "Seriously.  Just no.  I looked at them and they're
like two hundred bucks.  I just can't spend Dad's money like that."

   "He got one for me when I left for school," she said.

   "We never made it up here before I left last summer," I said.  "He
mentioned it once but then I forgot about it."

   "See," she said.  "He meant to get one for you."

   "No, Lex," I said.  "Sorry.  I can't do it."

   "He'll be mad," she said.

   "I'll take my chances," I said.  "Let's check out."

   We left the store, packed our new, insanely expensive goods in the back
of the car, and made our way to the restaurant, where we spent a delightful
hour talking about school and our upcoming summer while I did my best not
to think about how my father would murder us in our sleep when he got the
credit card bill.  After Lexi's shopping spree in a store full of exotic
leather products, the few bucks I had dropped on a couple of books seemed
like pocket change.  I suppose to my father it probably was.  He was at the
same time both frugal and generous, but I still couldn't quite get my head
around the idea that he'd be happy about Alexis buying him presents with
his own money.

   With our bellies full from a delicious meal, we wandered around the
waterfront for a while.  I was a fan of the maritime museum and we got
lucky with the port schedule.  A ship came through the channel not long
after we arrived so we got to watch them raise and lower the bridge.  After
that we made our way back to the car to finish our drive.  Minutes after
leaving we were on the interstate with nothing but a couple of hours
between us and home.

   "Ian?" she said.

   "Yeah, Lex," I said.  "What's up?"

   "How do you think it went?" she said.

   "What went?" I said.  "Dinner, or blowing the top off of Dad's credit
card?"

   "Not thinking about me?" she said.

   "Ah...oh!" I said.  "Wow.  It worked.  We were actually able to act like
two normal, friendly siblings out shopping and having dinner."

   "Yeah," she said.  She didn't look happy about it.

   "What's wrong, Lex?" I said.  "I thought you'd be happy.  We didn't just
pass.  We passed with flying colors!  I've barely thought about sex since
we parked the car at the mall."

   "And that's great," she said.  "I'm just kind of...I don't
know...disappointed."

   "By what?" I said.

   "By the fact that you were able to put me out of your mind all that
time," she said.

   That came straight out of left field.  It looked like she was going to
cry.

   "Oh, Lex," I said.  "You were never out of my mind.  Not for one single
minute.  Just because I managed to make it through a couple of hours
without being horny the whole time doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about
you."

   "Really?" she said.

   "Really," I said.  "When I was in the bookstore, I wondered if you would
be interested in Crazy Horse at all, and when I picked up the Boundary
Waters guide I wondered the whole time if you really wanted to go with
me..."

   "I do!" she said.

   "And you have no idea how much I love you for that," I said.  "It's one
of my favorite places in the world.  Sharing it with you means a lot to
me."

   "Oh, Ian," she said, "you're honestly the sweetest person I've ever
known.  I'd love to share the Boundary Waters with you, and the mountains,
and some history I know nothing about, because if it's important to you,
it's important to me."

   "You know something, Lex," I said.

   "What?"

   "You're the most adorable person I've ever known," I said, "and whatever
happens - whatever happens - I get to share my whole life with you, and
that makes me just insanely happy."

   "Ian?" she said.

   "What?"

   "Do you promise not to crash the car if I kiss you right now?" she said.
"Because I really want to kiss you right now."

   "I'll do my best," I said.  She kissed me, and I felt a surge of warmth
and love go through me.

   "I love you, Alexis," I said when we broke our kiss.

   "I love you too, Ian," she said.

   I took her hand in mine and we rode in silence for some time.  Just the
touch of her hand was enough to sustain me for the drive home and through
whatever was to come after.  The miles rolled by.  Eventually we talked
again, of our weekend - and that was a challenge to talk about without
getting too horny to drive - and of our plans for the future.  We talked
about hiking, and canoeing, and visiting each other during school and at
breaks, and somehow, despite the challenges ahead of us, all seemed right
with the world.

   We stopped half way back for coffee.  She held my hand while we waited
in line to check out.  It was both beautiful and frightening to touch her
in public, even if we were doing something completely innocent.

   But the end of our drive and our return to the larger world, the world
where we were known as brother and sister, not as anonymous lovers, was
inevitable.  Duluth faded, the Twin Cities awaited.  The interstate split
and we took the fork for Minneapolis.  Home was just minutes away in the
northern suburbs.  It was early summer and the sun was still up.  Our
father would be at home and awake, probably having a drink on the patio. 
We would have to...behave.  Act like siblings.  Like our old selves, before
this weekend, before we had fallen in love.

   "You ready for this, Lex," I said as we made our way off the freeway and
through the final few miles to our home.

   "Almost," she said.  "Turn into that parking lot."

   She pointed to a quiet lot.  The small business there was closed on
Sundays.  I found a quiet corner and parked the car.

   "What's up, sis?" I said.  She looked somber, almost bleak.

   "Kiss me," she said.  "We don't know what's going to happen next.  If
we'll be able to carry on, or if we'll somehow be discovered or separated.
Kiss me like you may never have another chance."

   I looked at her and saw the love in her eyes, but also the fear.  The
fear that we may have already spent our last moments of passion together,
that this truly would be our last kiss as lovers, and I felt it too.  Until
then I had been her rock.  I was the one she turned to when she was
uncertain, but now I was no more certain than she was.  Home was minutes
away and once there we would enter a world that was old and familiar but at
the same time new and terrifying.  I looked in her eyes again and saw only
the love there, and in that moment my fears evaporated.  At last I realized
that she was my rock as much as I was hers.  I saw the love and drew
strength from it, and I knew that even if the worst should happen, if we
should be discovered, if we should be separated from one another, we would
share that love forever, and I felt the power of that love swell through
me. I took her in my arms and kissed her.  I kissed her like I would never
be able to kiss her again.  We became one in that kiss.  I knew that
whatever happened we would never be apart, that we never could be apart
because we were truly one heart, one mind, one soul, and nothing in heaven
or earth could ever separate us.

   "Let's go home," I said at last.  "Let's go home and face our future
together."

   "Together," she said.

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