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Mirrored Reversal (Chapter 12)
 
    A call to my friend John to tell  him I am back in town for a few days 
to see family and I set up to meet him at  tonight at Frank's Bar.  He is 
still wanting me to meet this woman that he  fucks who hangs out there, her 
name is Patrice.  Thinking that it is  unlikely that I will meet her, but 
hoping that some other ladies will be  there.  It will be two full days of not 
being Patrice tonight when I meet  John.  Two days is the most she has not 
been present in many months since  my retirement from work and "moving to 
Arizona."  
    In addition to meeting John and  George, I have set up to meet my 
brother for golf tomorrow and to have dinner  with him and his wife and my sister 
in Connecticut as they are staying at the  beach house this week.  My 
brother is ten years older then me and my sister  is six.  He is really a step 
brother, one of three that I have.  My  sister is a full blood sister and 
looked after me as a mother in some  ways.  I have looked after her when younger 
as the source of many of my  early sexual fantasies.  I hope I am normal, 
well I know that isn't true as  the mirror has proved; but I would try to get 
a peek at her naked or  partially so and I would steal her dirty panties 
from the laundry and use it to  jerk off.  
    She doesn't really look like my  sister, when I compare her to how 
Patrice looks.  My sister Becky is  shorter and better proportioned in body and 
much prettier in face.  She is  blond and light skinned as Patrice is dark 
haired and a darker complexion Becky  has a fuller figure with large breasts 
and a full hips.  She is the more  loquacious and quite outgoing.  A banker 
in her early years and a financial  advisor now working from her home on the 
beach in Connecticut.
    I have grown away from my family  and haven't met with them much in the 
past years, other then my sister.   And I still find her attractive in a 
sexual way.  I know it is considered  perverted to lust after your sister; but 
I have never really done more then look  and think about her.  I have 
actually been careful of touching her and  maybe that fear has kept us from being 
closer.
    My brother and his wife are my  favorites; but I have two other older 
step brothers.  When our father died,  the family just seemed to have grown 
apart.  He was the glue in some ways  that held us together and his side of 
the family had money, as seen by my  inheriting the house and lots of money 
and me and my sister having beach houses  on the shore.
    I think I am beginning to bore  as I am not as interesting as sweet 
Patrice.  Looking at myself in the  mirror and resisting the urge to touch they 
glyphs.  My body not bad for a  man of forty-five.  I don't think I have 
mentioned if before; but my name  is Matt, short for Matthew.  My eyes again 
staring into my face and the  moving down and seeing the softness of age as I 
relax my muscles and not  flex.  And nothing special about my cut penis.  
Well since it is not  soft and cuddly nestling in my pubic hair; but is 
elongated and engorged and I  think maybe calling it a cock would be more 
appropriate in this  state.  Never having measured it or compared it to another man 
I would  guess it is normal sized; but it does seem to have a much thicker 
head to  the shaft.
    My fingers drifting down to  touch the hard shaft and stroke it slowly, 
watching as the veins become more  defined as it stiffens more.  The ball 
sack full and swinging between  my thighs, the brown curly hair a little 
stiff and kinky.  My  eyes closing as I slowly work off a load collecting the 
data in my shared  mind as I feel the sudden release of my sperm arching 
across the floor to  splatter in a small milky puddle on the old wood.  Then eyes 
closing as I  hold the firm shaft and rock on my heels to almost send the 
next release arching  into the air.  The ensuing shots, causing an irregular 
line of white to  trail from the first shot to a spot between my feet as I 
milk the man nipple of  its cream.
    Taking a deep breath and feeling  a sense of relief as the firm shaft 
shrinks and softens till it is once again a  lifeless organ, dangling amongst 
my pubic hair.  Wiping my finger over the  sensitive gland and lifting it 
to lick at barely a drop of seed.  Tasting  it as I have done before and not 
finding it anything special or  unpleasant.  Not sure why women profess to 
love the taste and Patrice not  able to reconcile it in our shared mind.
    For a change, I have control and  she is just a ghost or a memory as I 
look down at the floor and then around for  something to wipe up the mess.  
Finding an old shirt and kneeling down to  wipe the creme from the dusty 
wood, my arm feels like it is held, as Patrice  urges me to lean over and lick 
the puddle and streak of cream from the  floor.  Knowing it is exactly what 
Patrice would have done, has done in the  past here, I swipe my arm over the 
moisture and wipe a wet stain into the  floor boards, the semen now soaked 
into the fabric of the shirt and a sense  of loss as I ball it up and 
belting my robe and throwing the rag into the  trash.
    The rest of the day dragging, as  I do chores and try not to think on 
going out tonight.  A shower and clean  boxers and cargo shorts and then a 
polo shirt and crocs.  Nothing fancy;  but comfortable clothing for the bar 
scene.
    Nursing my pitcher of Sam Adams  when John and George stop in from 
work.  Well jeans and a tee shirt and the  work cologne, Eau de Sweat their 
choice of attractive wear.  A big Mac and  fries my supper, to at least put a 
layer of food, even fast food to help absorb  the alcohol before I become 
drunk on an empty stomach,  
    John's eyes already taking in  the room as he sat down and I could see 
disappointment in them at not seeing his  lady love Patrice.  Hiding my 
smile as we talk and clunk mugs to the good  old times at work.  They are a bit 
envious of my new job in Arizona, so I  decide to tone down my 
embellishments.
    "Matt, I wanted you to meet one  of the women that hang out here; but I 
don't see her and haven't talked with her  in a few days.  Man, she is such 
a hot bitch, she would take us all on and  want more.  The three of us 
would be an appetizer."  George laughing  heartily and agreeing.
    "I am a bit horny for some local  women, I would love to have met her 
acquaintance."  The beer making me  flush as I have not really done much beer 
drinking lately.  All three of us  looking around and seeing only one woman 
in the place at the moment.  "I  need to get a hold of myself. "  Climbing 
to my feet and finding the rest  room and letting out a nice healthy stream 
of piss into the urinal.   Patrice in the back of my mind, saying that she 
wish she could do that and not  sit on a nasty commode to pee.
    Pushing her back as I shake the  end of my penis and watch the drops 
glint as they splash against the  porcelain.  Tucking my cock back into my 
cargo shorts after pulling  it  a few times, feeling it comfortable outlined 
against my leg, swollen  but not erect.
    Making a detour to stop and talk  up the lady at the bar, but finding 
she really isn't interested in my  conversation and not really that pretty 
either, though I would do her.   John and George proceeding to catch up to me 
quickly as they have a fresh  pitcher of beer recharging our mugs with the 
golden brew.
    The three of us watching the  door as each person enters; and seeing 
the look of disappointment on John's face  every time it is not Patrice.  He 
either wants to show her off as a slut,  or he needs a fuck real bad.
    John and George giving me  updates on each woman who enters the bar, 
listing her assets, debits and whether  she is worth a fuck or a night in bed. 
 For this night, I have rented a  room at a local motel not too far from 
the bar, just in case I get lucky.   I really don't want to take the woman 
home to my house, so they can tell John or  George.
    George hitting on a woman and  then returning to the table after being 
turned down.  John just not even  talking up a girl, as he seems to be stuck 
on wanting to be ready should Patrice  come into the bar.  As I sit back 
watching the bar scene from a male's  point of view, I almost feel sorry 
enough to leave and come back as Patrice to  give John a fuck; but know that 
Patrice would be in control the rest of the  night.
    Not sure when it happened; but  it seems like Frank's has become a 
pickup joint as a number of women seem to be  playing the field, looking for the 
right man to take home.  Seeing a small  blonde woman, sitting down on a 
stool and going through the usual crossing of  the legs, that must be taught 
to women in grade school by Sharon Stone.   Lots of lovely leg showing 
encased in silk knee highs and whiter bare flesh  above the stockings, just 
hinting to the human eye.
    My eyes moving up from her legs  and then slowly down to her face as I 
sip and talk.  For a little woman,  she has nice full breasts and slim waist 
and nice hips.  Looking out of  place as her legs recross and skirt rides 
higher on her thighs.  Wetting my  lips and finally mug in hand walking over 
to stand next to her.
    "Hi, I am Matt, I couldn't help  but admire those lovely legs that you 
are displaying."  Her smile  non-committal as she gives me the once over.  
From my face to my knees and  back up.  I was sure to put my good side on 
display for her, the side with  my semi hard cock trying to poke out the pants 
leg of my shorts.
    "Hi Matt, I am Susan."   Drinking a glass of pink wine, a blush I would 
guess, small talk I find a little  difficult to begin with, as I am finding 
I am thinking in terms of Patrice and  not in terms of myself Matt.
    Glad that I am fresh from the  shower and not from work as I give the 
woman a slow scrutiny and like the smart  look of his black skirt and white 
blouse.  It seems that skirts riding up  the thighs are part of a woman's 
repertoire for seduction, or at least cock  teasing.  And she is doing a lot of 
that with her small talk and the hints  of her bare leg above the thigh 
highs, as she shift on her stool.
    Somewhere along the way a button  came undone on her blouse and her 
black bra has lifted her breasts into a nice  deep cleavage that she is showing 
quite freely now.
    The touch of her hand on my  shoulder or arm as we talk and the 
intoxicating scent of her cologne with the  quantity of my beer causing me to be 
more then a little excited as my bulge,  presses against my cargo shorts.  I 
am just hoping that with my excitement  that I don't ooze my precum and make 
a wet spot.  
    Some women might like that they  caused a wet spot, I would guess most 
would be amused and maybe a bit turned off  by the lack of control.
    As she sits on the stool, I have  moved closer into her personal space 
and our bodies touch for a moment and then  more, as she doesn't pull away 
from the contact.
    John stops over for a few  minutes; but hs crassness is definitely 
turning this woman off.  Thankfully  he spots another woman as she comes into 
the bar and sways over to her, the  affects of the beer and empty stomach 
beginning to show.
    "Your friend is not quite a  Casanova, he is more like a caveman with 
his approach to women."  Smiling a  lovely smile.  "You are much more of the 
type of man I like."  Her  hand touching my cheek for a moment.  
    Feeling a flush and heat in my  face as I stupidly look back at her.  I 
am feeling almost like a high  school boy wanting to ask a girl out; but 
afraid she will refuse.
    Then feeling the stiffness in my  pants, I touch her knee with my 
fingers and massage the soft flesh just above  it.  Feeling the material of her 
hose, as I slip my hand to squeeze the  inside with a little pressure.
    Hearing the intake of breath as  I give another squeeze.  Her thighs 
seeming to be closing; but then  hesitating.  My fingers embolden now, 
slipping up the inside of her thigh  to meet her hand, as it slips over the hem of 
her skirt and pushes the material  to guard the narrow confines of her upper 
thighs.
    Looking at her, slipping my hand  from between her thighs and taking 
her hand in mind and placing it against the  firmness of my cock.  Her fingers 
resting there, then moving to trace an  inch or two of my arousal with her 
fingers and then pulling them back to her  drink.
    My fingers finding her thighs  again and slipping up to the hem of her 
skirt and under to feel the fullness of  her labia guarded by the thin 
material of her thong.  Her eyes slitting as  I touch and then press my fingers 
against the puffy tissue.  A soft hiss as  I trace the inside of the ridges 
with my finger pad.
    Trying to be discreet, and not  blatant like Patrice would be, as I 
massage the warmth of her silky thighs and  massage with the tip of my fingers, 
the hidden treasure of her  pussy.
    Finally her hand pulling mine  from between her legs and holding it 
firmly in hers.
"You are a bold one aren't you Matt?  And just what  do you expect?"  Her 
question maybe not a question; but more of a  statement.
    "Well I would really like to  find the source of all that heat you are 
putting out.  The other thing is  that I am only in town for the weekend to 
visit family and friends and I have  this king size bed in my hotel room 
that is begging for  occupancy."
    A soft chuckle from the blonde  woman,  "you really are a bold one."  
Her had reaching to trace the  bulge.  "Maybe just maybe we should talk about 
this in a more private  setting."
    The woman picking up her glass  and finishing the wine in one smooth 
swallow, then setting it down as she picks  up her handbag.  Sliding off the 
stool, her skirt lifting to show her  thighs highs, before it settles around 
her legs and with a click of her high  heels, makes a grand exit.
    Chugging my mug and turning  finding John and George at the table with 
a woman.  "I might be back in a  little bit, if not was good seeing you 
guys."  A quick handshake and hug as  I try not to waste much time as she may be 
gone by the time I get to the parking  lot.
    The woman leaning against a dark  BMW as I hit the fresh air.  Steering 
myself to her and walking up and  bending to give her a kiss.  Her lips 
tasting like a sweet wine, as I press  them with mine and feel the warmth of 
her back as I hug and then lower my hug,  to pull her to me with my open palms 
grasping her lovely ass  cheeks.
    Feeling great and empowered as  she doesn't resist; but folds into my 
arms easily and her lips return the  pressure as her tongue flits into my 
mouth.  Feeling a shiver of arousal as  the tip flits teasingly over my tongue 
and teeth and then the soft nibble of her  teeth on my lower lip.
    Her hand, open palmed massaging  the outline of my cock as I sandwich 
her between me and the car.  Her  leg lifting between mine and slowly 
touching the inside of my leg.  My  hands grasping her ass cheeks and lifting her 
up easily as she can't weigh more  then a hundred pounds, less then half my 
weight.
    "Slow down big boy, you offered  a comfortable bed to talk on and well 
whatever.  You lead and I will follow  maybe.  You arrive and I might just 
be behind you and I promise that you  will really enjoy that fact."
    Breaking the kiss and walking to  my pickup truck.  Pulling out of the 
lot, one eye on the rearview mirror  and sure enough she pulls into the 
motel lot behind me and parks  alongside.
    Another long kiss and holding  her hand leading her to my room and 
opening the door and letting her pass in  front of me.  The light of the motel 
stark; but surely bright as I watch  the sway of her ass cheeks under her 
skirt.  A lovely hour glass  figure.
    The woman turning and quickly  undoing her blouse and stepping out of 
her skirt.  The black bra and black  thong, a stark contrast to her pale 
white skin.  Amazed that I have this  woman in my room as I pull my polo shirt 
over my head and unbutton my cargo  shorts and tug them hurriedly down my 
hips and then push my boxers down to  puddle around my ankles as I step out of 
my clothing and pull my sneakers  off.
    The woman looking at me the  whole time, eyes holding mine then 
pointedly dropping to my groin, a stare and  then back to my face.
    A she turns slowly, I step  closer and wrap my hands around her waist, 
as I lower my mouth to kiss the top  of her shoulder and then up the side of 
her neck.  My hand raising to cup  the large breasts, feeling them soft and 
lovely as I knead the yielding flesh  with my fingers.
    Stepping back and undo the clasp  on her bra and sliding the strips 
down over her shoulders and lifting the cups  from her breasts.  Looking into 
the vanity mirror to see the large round  orbs drop just a little when 
unfettered, but then sway gently and jiggle  enticingly in the reflected glass.
    My erection bobbing against her  warm ass cheek as I cup the naked 
flesh of her breasts and pull her back to my  body.  My fingers rolling the 
aroused nipples as I kiss her neck  again.  I can feel the stiffness of my cock 
tapping on her cheek, as her  hand moves back and traps the shaft with her 
small fingers.
    My eyes closing as she looks at  me in the mirror as her fingers 
squeeze the fat head of my cock.  Sighing  as she squeezes again and my hands drop 
to tug at her thong and peel the thin  string from the depths of her tight 
ass cheeks.  My tongue lowering to kiss  down her back as kiss and suckle on 
her left cheek, as my hands roll down her  stockings.
    My nose brushing her trimmed  mound as she turns and with her fingers 
push my head into her pubes.  The  scent intoxicating as my lips kiss her 
lower ones and my tongue probes between  her fragrant slit.  Sitting down on 
the bed and raising her legs to my  shoulders.
    The puffy lips winking wetly at  me as I lean forward and press my 
tongue with the pinkish walls.  Long  licks and flicks of my tongue wetting her 
pussy and arousing the small  button.  The woman pulling her legs off of my 
shoulders as she back crawls  on the bed and I climb up between her legs, my 
hard on dragging on the bedding,  till it grazes the inside of a silky 
thigh.
    My mouth finding one full breast  with my lips as my swollen knob 
teases the opening and centers as I thrust my  hips forward.  Cunt lips spreading 
as my cock head pushes into the wet  slippery tunnel.  The walls opening to 
a little pressure and then sealing  around my cock as I rock on my hips and 
settle the cock as deep as its length  permits.  
    Then pulling back my hips and  sliding back along the slick walls till 
just the mushroom head is still embedded  in the creamy walled cunt.  
Snapping my hips to bury it once again and  after a series of strokes, her legs 
lifting up and spreading wide as I slam  again and again into those delicate 
folds.  The walls squeezing my cock and  releasing as both our bodies thrust 
to join and then pull back.  
    The panting and moaning as her  short legs dig into my sides and the 
heels pull me tighter to her body.   Her eyes closed as I look down and see 
her nostrils flaring and lips pursing as  she hisses and pants her pleasure 
from her mouth.  
    The pressure building in my  prick with each thrust now as I speed up 
and then slow down, wanting her to  cum.   Distracted as I try to hold back; 
but helplessly bucking  against her body as I finally discharge quick bursts 
of seed into her  body.  Holding my cock deep as it weakens in spurts and 
finally just lay  across her sweaty body.  The swell of her breasts and 
nipples pressing  against my chest.
    Willing my cock to stay hard and  swell again, as I can feel her walls 
collapsing around milking at my cock for my  seed and attempting to keep the 
stiffness of my rod.  Her sigh echoing mine  as the cock shrinks and 
softens and slips from her warm font.
    Her mouth able to bring it awake  again in a short time as we tease 
each others body and use the king size bed to  move from the damp spot of the 
leaking semen.  Again feeling the power of  penetrating her and keeping her 
impaled on my cock long enough for the oral  stimulation and then the penile 
penetration to cause her to spasm in a series of  hard contractions.  My 
cock again spewing more of my cream into her body as  her contractions finally 
abate.
    Gasping in pleasure or pretended  pleasure as my cock slips out and 
more of my seed wets the bedding.   Feeling sated as I nibble on her breast and 
suckle noisily on the hard button of  her nipple.
    Both of us slimy and sticky with  my semen and her juices.  Our third 
fuck not as successful as the first two  as she brings me to an erection; but 
it pushes out seed and quickly loses  stiffness inside of her and I can see 
the disappointment in her face.  
    Maybe I need to practice more  with the cock then with the pussy.  
Susan walking to the bathroom, her ass  cheeks dimpling as she closes the door 
and I can hear her cleaning up.   Looking down at my sticky cock and wiping 
some of my cum and her juice on my  finger and imagining I can taste her 
pussy once more.
    Susan coming back with a warm  washcloth and towel and surprised as she 
crawls onto the bed and licks my cock  clean, taking it into her mouth and 
feeling it responding to her  attention.  
    "Too late big boy, I am all  cleaned up now.  Her hand deftly holding 
my semi hard cock as she wipes it  down with the washcloth and towels it off. 
 The cock finding its length  again and some of its girth as it needs just 
a bit more stiffening to have  another go.
    Standing naked and kissing,  tasting some of my cum on her lips and 
hugging her close, the soft lead pipe  between us as she breaks the kiss and 
finds her clothing and dresses as I watch  with a semi hard on.
    Finally the blonde woman dressed  as I as I hurriedly throw on my 
shorts and shirt and pad barefoot to her  car.  Another kiss and hug and a pat on 
my erection.  
    "You didn't do so bad  Matt.  I am sure we could have had one more good 
fuck from that club of  yours.  Taking out a piece of paper and writing 
down my email address and  then writing hers and ripping off half the paper and 
handing it to me.  You  ever want to stop by Madison, Wisconsin send me an 
email and we might set up to  meet.  A brief peck on my lips and into her 
car and  away. 
    Looking down at the piece of  paper and seeing the words 
IntimateDarkSecret as the screen name.  Smiling  to myself as I walk back and lay on the 
damp bed and sleep  soundly.
    My round of golf with my older  brother uneventful, other than I pumped 
him for information as to how long they  would be staying with our sister 
and what they had planned.  My sister  happy as always to see me and her kiss 
and hug renewing my thoughts of how I  have found her sexy in my youth and 
I fine her still quite attractive, as my  cock can attest to as I break the 
hug and hopefully didn't let her feel the  bulge in my pants.  My sister in 
law a butterball of round flesh and also  giving me thoughts that are not 
quite right at a family gathering.  I  wonder if Patrice is rubbing off on me.
    Walking down to the beach in my  black and gray board shorts, a Midori 
and Sprite in one hand, and a Samuel  Adams in the other , as I quickly espy 
my sister lying on a blanket on the  sand.  Careful not to kick sand onto 
the blanket as I sit down and touch  the cold drink to her belly and listen 
her scream and and swat at  me.    
    Both of us veterans of the beach  wars, and her arm and thrashing feet, 
never came close to spilling the  drink.  My arm quickly pulling it away 
after the brief  touch.
    Sticking her tongue out at me,  "you never change do you?"  Her 
question not really a question; but a  statement of fact.  I have teased her many 
years with an ice cold drink  alcoholic and not.  Carefully handing her the 
glass as she sits up and we  clink bottle and glass.  "Here's to the lazy 
beach bum  life."
    She still looks quite fetching  in a bikini, even though she has now 
seen the other side of fifty.  One  hand brushing the sand off of her body as 
she sips the melon liquored  drink.  
    "We just have time for some sun  and then a shower before we go out to 
dinner.  Where is your brother and  his wife?"  My sister Alana shifting and 
brushing more sand from the backs  of her thighs and butt.
    Watching her hand whisking away  the granules of sand as she turns to 
lay on her side and look at me.  "You  really should come visit more often 
Matt.  I miss you and you really have  disappeared the past few months."  Her 
face serious, worried as I know her  looks so well.
    My none response getting a sigh  from her.  "Baby boy, be a good boy 
and do me."  My hand reaching out  automatically for the lotion as she turns 
over on her stomach.  Looking at  how her breasts flatten under her and push 
the side of her suit.  Her ass  cheeks still firm and no cellulite visible 
in her thighs.  She is still a  good looking woman, and I wonder why she has 
never married.
    But who am I to question, as I  have not either in my forty-five years 
of life.  My hand undoing the cap so  I can squirt some lotion on her back.  
Her hands already undoing her bra  and pulling it to the sides.
    "Shame on you sis, you have been  sunbathing nude again."  Her laugh 
muffled as her face is in the  blanket.  "I am going to see pictures of my 
sister in all her glory one of  these days in a nudie magazine."
    "I don't think you will see me  in the one's you read as I remember.  
They are graphic in so many  ways."  Her laughter ending in a giggle as the 
white cream sprays on her  back and I look at it for a moment.  Thinking it 
looks like a load of  sperm.  And finding that the thought has had a sudden 
affect on my  body.  My cock stiffening quickly down the pant leg of my board 
 shorts.  Wishing I had netting in them as I try to hide my discomfort not  
only from my sister; but anyone else watching as my fingers rub the cream 
into  her skin till it is just a shiny moisture.
    Doing her back and shoulders and  the backs of her arms and then 
working up her ankles, after brushing off some  more sand from her calves.  
Working my hands up one leg and then the other,  feeling the tone to her legs as I 
work my fingers and cream into the soft  flesh.  Carefully working the 
lotion into her upper thighs.
    "Should I go higher, since you  seem to like to toast all of your 
body?"  My fingers less then an inch from  touching the bottom of her ass cheeks 
and other nether parts.
    "That is close enough."   Her voice firm and a warning is in it.  
Working to her lower back and then  lifting the back of her bottoms and feeling 
her hand move back a slap my  fingers.  "Enough baby boy, I don't want you 
shocked by my big  ass."
    Leaning down on my side next to  her, my cock running down the downside 
pant leg of my shorts, as I whisper  softly.  "I would force myself to do 
your front if you need that  lotioned?"  Her head turning to me, lifting her 
sun glasses so I can see  her blue eyes.
    "Luv, you are such a bad boy at  times.  And I so do not want to shock 
my baby brother."  The glasses  falling back in place; but I can see her 
eyes still looking into my  face.
    A dozen responses rise to my  lips and are shut off before I say 
something that I really shouldn't.   Holding her bra in place as she rolls over on 
her side and looks at me  again.  I so want to not face her look as maybe I 
have taken the kidding  too far.  I would love to roll over on my back; but 
the stiffy is still  partially hidden by my body and it would be lifting 
the front of my trunks  obscenely if I laid on my back at this point.
    As she raises to rest her head  on her elbow, her gaze is not just of 
my face, but she turns to look down to the  water's edge and I am not sure if 
she sees the hard on that I am sporting; but  trying unsuccessful trying to 
hide as I roll over on my stomach.  A "oof"  of discomfort as I jam the 
swollen flesh between me and the hard  sand.
    Changing the subject and trying  to talk about the younger days when we 
kids and enjoying the beach as only a kid  can.  My eyes, trying not to 
look at my sister's body and think of what  else I did as a kid around my 
sister.  The number of times when I was just  getting to the point of awakening 
and how I would think about her and how she  looked in her bikini and more so 
how she might look without it.  I think  the first time that I jerked off 
was thinking about my big sis or one of her  friends or maybe both.
    Memories that I have mostly  suppressed; but now climbing out of the 
depths of my mine.  Again wondering  if the appearance of Patrice has dragged 
up my former sexual  urges.
    Almost wishing I had an ice cold  beer now, to pressed against my hard 
on and maybe take the iron out of it.   Worse not looking but wondering if I 
have a damp spot where the head of my cock  presses against the pant leg.  
My sister now laying on her back again and  her full breasts nice mounds of 
soft flesh, encased in the cups of her bra  top.  My eyes straining as I 
think I can see the outline of her nipples  against the material.
    Knowing I need a beer or a  stronger drink as my eyes slowly travel 
down her chest to her tummy, which has a  little soft flesh and a slight swell 
into her covered pubes.  My mind  wondering if she is bare like Patrice or 
has nicely trimmed bush like Susan  did.
    Again laying on my side as I  have a stiff problem and thinking I need 
to totally concentrate on  something very mundane.  Again my most recent 
thoughts stirring the  possibility in my mind that Patrice is influencing me.
    Finally sitting up to look down  to the shoreline and the soft wash of 
the waves on the sand.  The tumble of  stones and small shells and the 
bubbling froth of the small waves, distracting  me for a few minutes as my sister 
lays on her back, eyes hidden by her sun  glasses, her legs raised and feet 
planted in the sand and shoulder width  apart.
    Wetting my lips with the last of  the beer from the bottle as I look at 
the slight bulge of her labia against the  fabric of her bottoms.  Finally 
pulling my eyes away and looking down at my  sister again,  "I am going to 
take a shower and get ready for dinner.   I didn't bring a lot of clothes and 
dining is informal in the restaurants for  the most part, so I had planned 
on sniffing my cargo shorts and using them with  a fresh top if they were 
not sweaty or smelled of anything else.
    My sister popping up like a  teenager and digging her feet into the 
sand as she runs up the right of way,  sand flying behind her heels.
    "Be a luv and grab the blanket  and my glass, I am getting the hot 
water first."  Her laugh trailing behind  as her breasts bounce delightfully on 
her chest as she hooks her bra, and her  ass cheeks dimple temptingly as he 
digs her legs into the sand.
    Watching her run and I would so  love to chase her up to the house and 
throw her down.  Grabbing the blanket  and glass and my bottle and trailing 
her to the beach house.  The outside  shower already blasting away and most 
likely siphoning all the hot water.   Standing to watch outside of the 
partially enclosed shower as I fold the blanket  and then watching as she steps 
out and pads to the back of the house.  
    For those who don't haven't been  to a summer house or cottage on the 
beach, sand is the enemy.  Most houses  have the outdoor shower to wash the 
worse of the sand from your body and then  the bucket of water to step into 
outside the door or just inside it.  Then  a pair of flip flops if you aren't 
already wearing them to keep your feet from  picking up sand granules.
    Taking a quick shower to rinse  off, and wetting my suit and cooling my 
ardor as I follow her into the house and  hear the bathroom shower running. 
 Smiling to myself as she has tricked me  into letting her shower first as 
she did often in our younger  days.
    I let her win, because then I  could stand outside to wait, or wait in 
my room door open and see a once or  twice streaker past my doorway.  Other 
times she would call me to bring her  a cover up or robe or a towel to wrap 
in.  I always looked for the  skimpiest towel that would cover her 
unmentionables.  Well at least most of  her unmentionables.
    As I think back now, I believe  she teased me a lot when I hit that age 
of being unsure what was happening; but  needing to see girls naked or 
partially so.
    Sitting in my old room as I  listen to the shower and try to imagine 
what she is washing first and then  next.  Wondering if she is touching 
herself as I often did after watching  her leave the bathroom and I ran the water 
hard.
    "Baby boy, could you get me a  towel or robe."  Again she has jumped 
into the shower and not brought  something clean to put on as she moves to her 
room.
    "I am busy right now, just run  quick, I won't look."  Laughing loudly 
as she yells again that I am a  pervert.
    Walking to her room and taking  the coverup on the bed and knocking on 
the door, handing it in as she opens it a  few inches, My eyes going to the 
small glimpse I get in the mirror and seeing  that she is indeed naked as 
she closes the door quickly.
    My door partway closed; but open  enough for me to catch a sighting as 
she passes quickly to her room and hearing  the door close behind her.
    Not even attempting to hide my  hard on as I walk to the bathroom and 
quickly divesting myself of my board  shorts.  The hard on springing free and 
quickly into the shower, letting  the warm water trickle down on me as I 
proceed to rub out a quick orgasm with  inspiration from my sister.
    Watching as the creamy load  swirling around the drain and then sucked 
into the vortex.  My cock a  little sore as I soap it now and my body, 
feeling the immediate sexual tension  wash away.  Drying myself and wrapping a 
towel around my waist heading to  my room to dress as I mentioned earlier.  I 
couldn't catch any scent on my  shorts.
    Sitting sipping a short drink of  scotch and waiting, as my sister 
finally appears and walks down the  stairs.  As I said she is in her fifties; 
but she can still wear a sundress  quite effectively.  Her legs, a golden 
brown as is the exposed square of  flesh showing her upper chest and just a hint 
of deep cleavage.  The two  inch straps on her shoulders threatening to 
slip down her golden arms.  The  almost off the shoulder look really not in 
danger of her upper body being  exposed, as she fills out the front of her top 
quite nicely and the thin bra  helping to support those lovely orbs, is not 
thick enough not to show an indent  from her nipples in the front.  The 
skirt gathered nicely as her waist and  then the skirt flaring freely over her 
round cheeks and ending mid thigh.   A pair of ankle tie sandals completing 
her outfit.  
    The honey brown hair, lighter  exposure to the summer sun then it 
really is, is pulled back in a simple braid  and a pink lip gloss moisturizing 
and giving a little color to her lips.   Her face more symmetrical then 
Patrice's.  Small nose and mouth that goes  with the size of her face and those 
blue eyes.  Her face and body so  different then my alter ego, if I might call 
Patrice that.
    "Sis, you are as lovely as  ever."  Seeing her smile and appreciate my 
flattery as I make her a short  drink and wait to hear from my brother and 
sister-in-law.  Where they went,  who knows.  Driving to the Dock N Dine 
restaurant and meeting them there at  the mouth of the Connecticut River as we 
sit on the deck and enjoy watching the  people flow in and out.
    Providing escort for my Sis,  like a beau as we relive old times and of 
course wonder why we don't get  together more often.  My sister or should I 
say Patrice both have a  weakness for a Brandy Manhattan straight up and I 
wonder at that as she sips it  slowly.
    A beer with my meal and another,  as I don't want to drink and drive 
especially if I have been drinking  scotch.  My sister will stay the summer at 
the beach house, she actually  lives there year round.  My brother and his 
wife will be back in  Poughkeepsie next week and we promise to get together. 
 Again the small  talk and we leave the restaurant together and ride back 
as two  couples.
    My brother and his wife going  back to the beach house and to bed.  I 
surely hope they aren't noisy or  should I say horny.  The sound travels well 
in the lightly insulated inner  walls.  The house wasn't originally made 
for year round occupancy.   Telling Sis my thought and hearing her soft giggle.
    "Let's go down to the beach and  give them some privacy, they shouldn't 
be too long at it, they been married a  long time."  Smiling as I fix us a 
drink in plastic cups.  Scotch for  me and Brandy on ice for Alana.
    Kicking off our shoes and  walking down the right-of-way to the beach.  
The feeling of the cooling  sand soothing on the bare feet.  The sound of 
the waves breaking on the  sand bars, heard before the white froth of the 
water can be seen in the  distance.  The immediate lap of water receding with 
each wave of lowering  tide.
    The lights from the houses along  the beach giving off a dim light 
reflecting off the water in the darkness of the  night.   
    Walking carefully down to the  pier and then handing Alana up to the 
pilings and stepping up myself both of the  drinks in my hands as I follow her 
out to the end of the two wide docking  pier.  A lone piling at the end of 
the narrow dock rising six feet above  the flooring.    
    Handing her the plastic glass of  brandy as we stand looking out to the 
three sand bars, marked by the white water  breaking over each successive 
sand bar.  Standing next to her and the  breeze blowing off the water teasing 
my face with loose strands of hair and the  scent of her cologne.
    Sipping as we stand side by  side, my hand on her waist to steady her 
as we quietly gaze into the darkness  hiding Long Island some twenty miles 
across the Sound.  The closeness and  the alcohol and the afternoon on the 
beach all working on my mind as I can feel  a reaction forming, unbidden in my 
pants.
    Taking a deep breath, my fingers  squeezing on Alana's waist pulling 
her a little closer.  The thin material  of her sundress, allowing the warmth 
of her skin caress my fingers.  The  wind blowing the skirt against my bare 
knees as I feel her body shiver with the  rush of air.
    "We should have brought a  blanket or coats, it is a little chilly 
tonight."  Not only chilly; but the  dampness of the air and the smell of ocean 
and rain assailing our  senses.
    Nuzzling my face against her  hair, as I kiss her neck with my lips and 
feel another shiver as she stands  close, I can feel the "goose bumps" 
raised on her forearm.  Another kiss on  her neck a little lower then the last 
one.
    "Please Matt, I don't think this  is a good idea."  Her words soft in 
the night air, meant for just the two  of us in the silence of the night.
    The buildup of energy from my  youth and this afternoon and this 
evening at the restaurant adding to the  tension of my body.  My next kiss where 
the soft column of her neck and her  and shoulder meet.  Feeling her body 
shivering again and pressing back to  me as I stand partially behind her.
    Alana turning to look up at my  face and I kiss her softly on the lips. 
 Her eyes studying mine as I peck  her lips again and feel the resistance 
weakening as her lips tremble and then  her mouth meets the next kiss.  
    Turning her till her back is to  the piling and leaning forward with my 
lips and body.  My one arm going  around her and pulling her to me.  Lips 
parting as my tongue pushes into  her mouth.  Her parted lips snaking her 
tongue forward to meet  mine.
    Placing my drink on the piling  above us and then hers, as I free my 
hands to caress her cheek with the back of  my fingers, my other hand touching 
the fullness of one of her breasts.  Her  hands weakly pushing mine away 
and then just falling to my waist, as I slip one  of her shoulder straps down 
and lean down to kiss the top of the exposed soft  flesh.  Stepping back as 
I lean over and kiss the warm flesh, nudging my  nose into the cleavage as 
my hands go to her waist and pull at the material of  her skirt, raising it 
in front and then sliding my hand between her thighs to  feel the pouty 
labia, contained by her bikini panties.
    Her legs opening as I pinch the  pads of flesh and knead the sensitive 
lips with my fingers.  Her legs  spreading wider to give me access.  The 
slit defined as I press the panel  of her panties into the spread lips.
    A soft moan escaping her lips  and I smother it with my mouth.  Feeling 
the trembling of her body as my  fingers finding slip under the leg band 
and touch the bare pubes.  Her hand  reaching down and pulling at my hand and 
finally holding it in her and away from  the nether region of her body.
    "We can't do this Matt,"   her head shaking as she grips my hand 
tightly in hers. "This is  wrong."  I am not sure if it is a statement or question 
as we stand locked  closely together.  My breathing ragged, as I have 
passed the point of  reason and caring at the moment.  The stiff cock in my pants 
not  understanding the idea of a taboo and the silly rules of people as it 
is  engorged and needing to find a warm welcoming hole.
    Taking long deep gasps of the  night air as I finally calm down and 
listen to the pleading voice of my older  sister.  "I am sorry Sis, I just..."  
my voice trailing off as I stand  stupidly with my hard on still aching.
    "I like you Matt, I love you as  a brother; but this is against what we 
have been brought up to believe."   Taking her hand in mine and leading her 
back down the narrow pier, stepping down  and then lifting her  off into 
the sand.
    Our bodies barely touching as we  walk slowly back up to the beach 
house and I hold the door open and we stand  again in the comfort of her home.  
Our eyes locking as we stand looking at  each other in the light.
    Looking up to the stairwell and  then stepping close and kissing her 
lips again, gently, softly.  Tasting  her as I step back and lick her moisture 
from my lips.
    "I so want you Sis, I have for  as long as I can remember."  My words 
stumbling from my mouth, barely above  a whisper.  Her eyes looking holding 
mine, then she leans forward and  brushes a brief kiss on mine.  "I so wish 
we could baby  boy."
    Watching as she climbs the  stairs, her legs bronzed and beautiful as I 
watch her out of sight and the  bathroom door closing.
    Fixing a triple of just scotch  as I walk up the stairs slowly and 
closing the door in my room.  My cock  still rock hard in spite of the 
rejection.  Sitting on the edge of the bed  and sipping once then again, the level of 
scotch falling steadily as I try not  to think on what I have just done or 
almost done and how I might have forever  ruined the relationship with my 
sister.
    Looking down at the bulge in my  shorts as I nurse my drink and go 
downstairs and retrieve the bottle and bring  it back to my room.  A hangover 
would give me something other then my  sister to keep me occupied on Sunday.  
And if it is too bad, I can use  Patrice to relieve me of the pounding head 
and sour stomach.
    Laying back with a refilled  glass and wondering whether to beat it off 
or just let it subside as I lapse  into a drunken sleep.  The sound of my 
phone pulling me from my depressed  revelry.  Seeing the sender is my sister 
and wondering if I even want to  see what she has written.  Maybe I should 
just leave early morning before  anyone is awake.  Send texts for my goodbyes.
    Finally opening the text and  reading the words.  My heart pounding in 
apprehension as I read the terse  message and then reread it.
--------------------------------
ALANA
 
Shhhhh.  Shall I come to your room to talk about  this or you want to come 
to my room.  Be quiet and discreet.  Your  room is further away then mine is 
from the married couple.
------------------------------
MATT
 
Come to my room then or would you like to talk about  this tomorrow when we 
can have privacy?
-----------------------------
    Waiting on the reply as the  doorknob to my room turns and Alana slips 
into the room and quietly closes the  door behind her.  Her hand turning the 
lock in the doorknob as she walks  over to the bed and sits on the edge.
    I can see a puffiness around her  eyes and know that she has been 
crying.  Her hair now loose falling on her  shoulders and still damp and a long 
terry cloth robe wrapped around her  body.
    "Shall I get you a drink?   I only have scotch.  Her hand reaching to 
my glass and watching as she  drinks some of the single malt.  Seeing her 
lips twitch and a pronounced  gulp as she swallows.  
    Her hand patting the edge of the  bed next to her, signing for me to 
sit close so we can talk quietly.   Sitting still dressed as I hadn't decided 
on staying or running like a coward  and facing the music another day.
    Sitting down beside her and  looking for the anger in her face as I 
feel like a little boy caught red  handed.  Feeling a flush of shame as I 
slowly raise my eyes.  Her hand  taking mine and holding it.  Feeling the warmth 
of her flesh and a tremble  in her hand.
    Eyes meeting hers and then  feeling the brush of her lips on mine as 
she leans forward.  Her lips  sliding to my ear.  Her words a whisper, "be 
very very quiet."  
    Her hand leaving mine in my lap  and undoing the belt to her robe.  
Pushing it down her shoulders revealing  the golden brown flesh of her naked 
body.  "No words  please."
    Standing and letting the robe  fall to the floor, a look at the open 
window and then climbing onto the bed and  laying naked looking up at me.
    Numb as I take in her face and  then my eyes slowly move down her chest 
and tummy, the legs spread just enough  to show the neatly trimmed pubic 
hair and the swell of her mound and  pubes.
    A slight smile on her lips as  she silently moves a finger to her lips 
reminds me again of the need to be  quiet.
    Turning off the overhead light  and turning on instead a lamp on the 
night table to give a soft glow to the room  as I walk to the window and open 
it wide to the night air and the soft crash of  waves in the distance.
    Then trying not to rush, as I  slide my shirt over my head and my cargo 
shorts and boxers down my legs and step  out of them to stand naked at the 
foot of the bed.
    The illumination more then  sufficient to see her lovely body as I 
kneel on the bed and crawl between her  legs.  Turning and lifting one leg and 
kissing the ankle and then working  my way up her golden brown leg with a 
series of quick kisses, till I lower my  head to the junction of her legs and 
brush my lips over the swollen labia.  
    Her scent strong to my nostrils  as I lower my face to touch my tongue 
at the bottom of the slight slit and then  curl my tongue to part the warm 
lips, tasting her for the first time.  
    My cock throbbing between my  legs as I worship her grotto and press my 
tongue deeper into the opening and  taste the seepage of her juices.  A 
soft moan of pleasure from her as I use  my fingers to part her lips and extend 
my tongue like a small cock, stabbing  into her tunnel. 
    My nose brushing her pubic hair  and inhaling the pungent aroma of her 
arousal.    Eyes looking up  and seeing the twin peaks of her breast mounds, 
a hard red tip on each of  them.
    My tongue sliding up to the fold  above the tunnel and finding the 
smooth button of her clit.  The smooth  surface boldly exposed as my tongue 
drags over and around the engorged  pearl.  
    Her hips lifting to my lips,  forcing the throbbing clit against my 
mouth and I suckle the small organ with my  lips and tongue.  Her moans louder 
now as she thrashes against my face,  hips lifting and rubbing on my mouth, 
thighs straining and  tensing.
    Sliding quickly up over her  spread legs to trail my kisses up her 
belly and over her breast to find her  mouth and silence the moans with my lips. 
 Her hand wrapping around my  back.  My cock crushed between us for the 
moment as he kiss long and hard,  a fierceness and hunger to the joining of 
mouths as our tongue  duel.
    Then breaking the grip of her  lips and hands and reaching down to rub 
my engorged cock along the wetness of  her slit and then lifting to my 
knees, touching it to the slit opening and then  lowering to feel it sink slowly 
into the creamy smooth opening.  The walls  separating at the knob buries 
deeper and my pubic hair now brush against  hers.  
    Her moan a soft sound of  pleasure, and mine held in my throat as I 
feel her walls squeezing around my  throbbing cock.  Her arms pulling me 
against her to weld bodies from mouth  to groin.  Her legs wrapping around my 
lower torso and holding me deep in  her molten tunnel.
    Holding my breath as I feel this  long moment extend and her walls are 
like a breathing organism, grasping and  releasing, grasping and releasing.  
My body trembling as I fear I am going  to cum in her without taking more 
then the one stroke.
    Her nipples pressing into my  chest, looking down at her, "ease up 
Sis."  Feeling her legs relax and then  fall to the sides as she allows me to 
pull back along the rippling walls and  slowly sink into her pussy again.  
Long slow strokes, feeling the urge to  cum recede as I fuck deep and pull 
back.  Her body catching my rhythm and  raising her hips to meet each of my 
thrusts.
    The battle of not cumming going  on for long minutes and the finally 
not able to hold back and pushing deep and  feeling the surge of seed  flowing 
out of my cock tip, like built up water  released suddenly from a dam.
    I can feel the swelling of my  cock head as the slit widens and the 
stream of white cream erupts deep into the  molten darkness of her tunnel.  
Coating her walls and her womb opening with  my thick seed.  My hips jerking as 
I inject more of my potent semen into my  sister and fill her cunt with my 
cum.  My eyes closing as I rock my hips  and again spew into her deep recess.
    Her moan held back as she bites  her lower lip and clenches hard on my 
steely rod.  Her legs again wrapping  to pull me deep and hold me inside of 
her cunt.  My breathing ragged as she  finally releases my hips and my cock, 
my fingers reaching between and finding  her clit and rubbing it till she 
writhes in an orgasm, her cunt again squeezing  my softening cock with a 
series of hard contractions.
    In spite of the night air and  damp breeze from the window, my body 
coated with a warm sheen of sweat and I can  see the same glistening on her 
body beneath me.
    Staying locked in together as  the "two headed monster" and feeling her 
working her cunt muscles, as her  fingers teases along my flesh.  Her 
nipples like sharp shards of diamond  cutting into my chest as I push myself away 
from her body and lower my head to  suck on her left breast.  
    My cock still held in her cunt  with her walls and legs.  My lips 
finding the sensitive tips of her breasts  and sucking them into my mouth, 
rolling them with my lips and tongue and then  suctioning more of her soft breast 
flesh till I fill my mouth with   her.  Nursing and suckling noisily, till 
she reminds me to be  quiet.
    Feeling my cock finally loosing  its stiffness and slipping from her 
slick tunnel.  Seeing the look of  regret in her eyes as I slide free.  Her 
legs untangling and settling to  the bed as I slip down and once again kiss my 
way down her body.
    My lips finding the slick gooey  opening, warmed with her puffy cunt 
lips as I lick at the trickle of white cream  oozing from the slick opening.  
Tasting my seed as it seeps from her body,  mixed with her juices.  Feeling 
a tingling in my cock as I suckle her cunt  and labia, and am again reminded 
of the noise level.
    Moving my head to the side, as  Alana, reaches down and swipes her hand 
against her labia and forces some of my  seed from her vagina.  My eyes 
following her hand as it moves back to her  mouth and she licks my seed and 
cleans her fingers.
    My cock is already rising again  with a short respite and it is 
lengthening and engorging as I continue to clean  her pubes of the sticky cream.  
Alana pulling me up to her and kissing me  hard, then indicating for me to 
lie on my back and she bites and kisses my  nipples, raising the erection to a 
stiff status.  Then sliding down to lick  at the sensitive tip and work her 
way around the cum and cunt coated  shaft.  My cock fully extended as she 
moves her mouth over the fat knob and  bobs up and down sucking it shallow 
and deep as her fingers jerk the shaft with  one hand and fondles my balls 
with the other.  
    My hips lifting to her mouth,  needing to fuck again, reacting to the 
stimulation and the urge to cum.   Then her lips kissing mine for a moment 
tasting the sweetness of her lips and  warm breath.
    Watching in the light of the  room as she straddles my body and then 
lowers her cunt to engulf my cock with  her velvety warmth and sheathes my 
prick in her cunt.
    Her smile playing on her lips as  she again squeezes my cock without 
moving and forcing me to make the first  thrust as I can't take it any longer. 
 My hands moving to her hips and then  using my legs to push my hips up.  
Her body raising anticipating the move  and her cunt sliding up my cock to be 
filled again with the thrust of my  hips.
    Both of us working out legs to  fill and empty her cunt with my cock.  
Her fingers teasing her pearl,  rubbing and pinching the button as she fucks 
my cock.  The wet slap of  flesh competing with the drops of rain on the 
roof and window panes for sound as  we breath raggedly in this battle of wills.
    Her walls again riding an orgasm  as she flops on my groin for a few 
moments as I feel the spasms, one after  another; but continues to ride till 
she has pulled more of my cream from my body  with her muscle control. 
    The warm cream being pulled from  her cunt by gravity and the 
suctioning of my cock to make a small frothy puddle  around my pubic hair.  Finally 
Alana still holding my cock in her, lays  down on my chest and stretches her 
legs out behind her.  My arms pulling  her tight to my chest as we doze 
listening to the rains and out  heartbeats.
    No words, as we nestle quietly  and fall into an easy sleep.  Alana's 
mouth bringing me awake and to  another slow rising erection.  My hands 
playing with her hair as she  suckling and licks and teases with her fingers and 
we once again fuck to the  background music of the soft gentle rain and far 
crashing waves.  Sounds  like a book or a movie; but it was really a nice 
setting and unhurried as we lay  back, Sis in my arms and go back to sleep, 
out bodies both coated with sweat and  cum mixed with cunt juices.  The scent 
of sex filling the  room.
    A morning storm with thunder  lightning, wind and rain waking us to 
moisture blowing onto the bed.   Quickly climbing from the bed to  close the 
window and Alana throwing on  her robe and unlocking the door to peek into the 
corridor and then down the  stairs to close the lower level windows from 
the rain.
    A semi hard on hanging down as I  pull on sweatpants shorts and follow 
her down to help with the windows.   Standing in the middle of the living 
room when all is secured and looking at her  in her robe, pulled tight around 
her body as she looks at my bare upper body and  then the outline of my hard 
on in my sweats.  
    Giggling softly and pointing as  a wet spot appears.   Not needing to 
know that I am horny with morning  wood or with my sister, thinking it is my 
sister that has given me that  erection.  Stepping closer to her and 
whispering, "think we got time to  take care of this little problem?"
    "Nope, you will have to go up  and jerk it off or whatever you guys do 
when no women around."  Her laugh  soft and her hand reaching out to pull me 
to the kitchen.     Sitting me down in one of the chairs at the table, and 
tugging down my sweats to  expose the swollen member.
    "You listen good and I will help  you out this one time.  We should 
hear any movement upstairs and then you  are on your own if they wake up."  Her 
admonishment not causing any  lessening of my problem, as her hands were 
jacking at my potent smelling cock as  she spoke.
    The scent of my cum/cunt coated  cock strong in the morning air, as she 
takes it to her mouth with her hands and  licks and suckles me to a quick 
explosion of seed into her mouth.  Nursing  my cock like a baby on a mother's 
teat and taking all of my cream from the man  huge man nipple.
    My hands stroking her cheeks as  I pull her to me and onto my lap and 
kiss her long and hard, stroking her  breasts and nipples and massaging her 
clit and slit, till she has a quick  orgasm.
    Seeing tears in her eyes, as we  kiss and she lays against my shoulder. 
 "You have to go back today?"   Her words soft and questioning, as I nod 
assent.  
    "Maybe we can find some time  later, after the married's awake to you 
know."  Smiling and hopeful as I  stroke her back and kiss her long and hard 
again.  " At least you wont be  teasing me on the beach with that bikini 
today, from the look of this  rain."
    "You wish Baby Boy."   Climbing out of my lap and turning on the 
coffeepot and setting out mugs for our  morning family lifeblood.  Watching her 
move as I have done in the past;  but seeing her hips and legs not with 
yearning; but with lust.
    Shaking my head sniffing  delicately.   You need a good cleanup Sis.  
You smell like a  woman who took on the whole football team."  Giving me a 
strange look and  then laughing.
    "Is that what you want to  see?"  I might start with the basketball 
team and work my way up to the  football team.  Would you be even a little bit 
jealous?"  Her words  teasing; but looking for some confirmation that I 
would be  jealous.
    "I so need a shower, and so do  you, too bad you don't have a door 
leading from your bedroom directly to the  bathroom."  Thinking how she once 
mentioned that when she took over the  house as her own.
    Dressing quickly and using a  sponge bath of deodorant  and soap water 
to clean myself enough to not  smell myself.  Then walking back down to the 
aroma of freshly brewed  coffee.  My sister in her room and coming down in a 
little bit to a large  mug of coffee which I had ready for her and a walk 
down to the beach as we often  did when we were young.  The rain wetting us 
as I hold an umbrella over our  heads.  
    Shorts and a tank top now her  attire.  Sniffing and smelling her 
perfume and not that other lovely scent  of earlier.  Feeling the fist in my side 
as she laughs.  "You are such  a bad boy.  My bad Baby Boy."  Her arm 
slipping into the one holding  the umbrella as we lean close and watch the rough 
waves again breaking on the  sand bar in a series of mini white caps.
    My brother running down the  sand, not successfully dodging raindrops 
and informing us that he and his wife  are going to Mohegian Sun Casino to 
gamble and have a nice lunch at the Buffet  and be back sometime in the late 
afternoon.  
    I tell him I will be here till  about six then heading back to New 
York.  Shaking his hand and wishing him  a safe trip if I don't see him later 
and to give his wife a kiss for  me.
    Alana and I walking down the  beach, holding the umbrella over her head 
and my hand around her waist,  comfortable in a way we hadn't been before 
now.  Watching as she stoops to  pick up sea glass washed in by the rough 
waves  with the last high  tide.  Our family has jars and jars of sea glass.  
And many lamps  filled with either glass or shells.
    Watching as she bends at the  waist to pick through the seaweed and 
stones to uncover glass with an unerring  eye.  My eyes enjoying the stretch of 
her shorts over her ass and the sway  of her breasts under her tank top.  
Holding her treasures in a now empty  mug as she plunders the last high tide, 
before the late sunny day risers come  out.
    Throwing down a piece now and  then when she doesn't find any new, and 
her laughing as she is wise to my  tricks.  "Why are you doing that?"
    A big smile on my face, "just  like to see you bend over."  Her hand 
slapping me playfully as we reach the  "big pier" and return with little more 
luck.
    The rain still annoying in some  ways; but also plastering her top and 
shorts nicely around her body.  Her  light bra not hiding the swollen state 
of her nipples and her shorts hanging  wetly to her ass.
    "Your are a pervert Matt, an  incestuous one at that; but you are my 
Baby Boy pervert."  Her arm in mine  holding my arm against her comforting 
breast as we walk back to the beach house  and note that my brother's car is 
gone.
    Walking around the back and  dipping our feet in the sand pans and then 
into our flip flops.  Looking at  the clock and making fresh mugs of warm 
coffee to take away the chill of the  dampness.  Put your glass away Sis, 
carrying our mugs into the front porch  and placing them on a side table next 
to the glider.
    Checking the upper floor then  taking a quick piss and grabbing a towel 
from the linen closet and my Sis's  cover up.
    "Coffee is on the front  porch."Sitting down on the glider and pushing 
myself into a semi relaxed state  of mind. 
    Sis peeking her head around the  doorframe, "I am going to change out 
of these clothes and be back  down."
    Reaching and pulling her out  into the porch, and showing her that I 
have all bases covered.  "No one  left behind upstairs and I grabbed a towel 
and your cover up so you could  change.  And I will help you.
    My sister looking at my shyly as  I step to her and kiss her lips and 
then reach to her waist to tug the damp tank  top over her head.  Then 
reaching down to undo her shorts and tug them down  to puddle around her ankles.  
Next leaning in and kissing her lips, feeling  the press of her breasts on 
my shirt as I unhook her bra and slip it down her  arms as I step back and 
then tugging at her panties and pushing them down, till  she stands naked in 
front of me.  A slight blush on her face as I look back  appraisingly and 
reach for the bath towel.  
    Taking it and drying her  shoulders and being sure to give her breasts 
some attention with the rough  surface, watching her globes jiggle and her 
nipples swell to a fine standing  attention.  Turning her around like a 
statuette and wiping down her back  and ass and kneeling as I dry off her legs 
and spin her one more time to dry her  mound which isn't wet.  
    My lips pressing a soft kiss to  her puffy lips and feeling the tickle 
of her pubic hair on my cheeks as I look  up at her and see her smiling down 
at me.  Then standing and holding the  cover up for her to place her arms 
in and belting it to hide those special parts  that I brother shouldn't see 
when a woman is full grown.
    Another kiss as I sit her down  and hand her a mug of coffee.  Taking 
her damp clothing and placing them on  an indoor line on the back porch to 
hopefully dry and not mildew.
    Returning and sitting close as  we watch the rain, the occasional car 
and infrequent walker along the  road.  A quiet solitude for a little bit.  
Then a slow leisurely  shower together.  A lovely form of foreplay as we wash 
away the scent of  the night's sins are renewed and refreshed to start all 
over again.  Our  sin's that is.
    Again walking into my bedroom  hand and hand starting with a slow 
passionate kiss, that rapidly has the desired  results, as my cock is hard 
tapping against Sis' mound.
    Alana breaking away and reaching  to pull me to the bed with her small 
fingers wrapped on my cock head, leading  me.  Her skin warm and soft and 
sweet smelling as I lay over her and tease  her breasts with my mouth and 
hands.  My erection bent between us, resting  on her tummy as he hand wrap 
around my back and knead the flesh of my ass  cheeks.
    Not knowing when my brother and  his wife might return, we settle in to 
enjoy each other in a very open manner,  as I lift up and she aims my blunt 
headed knob at the puffy lips of her  cunt.  Not needing anymore urging as 
I lift and then press the head between  her lips and feel is sliding into 
her wet hole with no  resistance.
    Her sigh and moan audible as we  are not constrained by the need to be 
silent.  A gasp on my part as I lay  pubic hair to pubic hair deep inside of 
her and feel the warm pulse of her walls  as she welcomes me.
    Using my arms to do a pushup and  looking down at her as I take long 
strokes and then bending my arms and making  them long hard strokes, as our 
flesh slaps together in loud wet  explosions.  A series of grunts and groans 
and moans filling the room as I  speed up and she rocks her hips to meet each 
of my thrusts.  This sexual  encounter becoming one of hot savage lust as 
we build a sheen of sweat and  neither giving in to an orgasm as we silently 
fuck for long minutes with only  animal sounds escaping our mouths.
    Seeing triumph in her eyes as I  feel the need to release past my 
control and my cum spews out in thick globs of  white seed to fill and coat her 
cunt walls.  Gasping loudly as I shoot  another and another, helpless as I 
cum inside of her.  Hew walls squeezing  my cock and milking it of the potent 
seed.
    My eyes closed tight as I try to  maintain my erection; but it softens 
and slips free and my warm cum oozes from  her mushy cunt entrance to puddle 
beneath her on the bed.  Sliding down and  using my tongue and mouth to 
bring her to and orgasm, tasting her sweet cunt and  my cream as I lap away and 
hold her mound to my face.  Her hips rubbing her  messy cunt and scratchy 
pubic hair onto my cheeks and chin and nose.  Her  orgasm, though quick a 
noisy mixtures of moans and hisses.
    Laying in our cum soaked bed and  listen to the sound of the ocean so 
close.  Another round of lick and  suck and fuck and it is mid afternoon.  A 
lazy day for both of us.  
    Not surprised by my returning  brother or caught in a love lock, as he 
returns early afternoon and I am not  able to give my sister a long 
lingering kiss and hug or would it be a fondle at  this point.
    Promising to stop back to see  her soon after a brotherly kiss and hug. 
 And then a handshake for my  brother and kiss and hug for my sister-in- 
law, hoping she doesn't feel the semi  hard on that I was sporting after 
kissing Sis.
    "Love you Baby Boy."  My  sister's words making me blush and at the 
same time making me think of our day  and a half together.  The familiar 
nickname ringing in my ear as I adjust  myself to drive more comfortably home.
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
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