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When they meet again, they realized that they feel more for each other than they should. (MF, inc, oral, rom) *** At first I didn't know it was her. Just a brilliant spill of bright blonde hair and a small slim body in a pink blouse and snug faded blue jeans, standing in line at the coffee shop. I was behind her and I looked her over, admiring her lovely hair and her cute little ass. But then I heard her order a tall mocha and recognized her voice. "Make it two," I said, sliding a ten dollar bill over the counter to the barista. For a fraction of a moment the beautiful little blonde regarded me with suspicion, but then she realized it was me and her face lit up with surprise and delight. "Oh my God!" she cried. She threw her arms around me and I laughed into her golden hair as she hugged me. "Oh, Andy," she said against my neck, "I can't believe it's you. Where have you been? It's so good to see you!" "It's good to see you too, Nikkie," I said. She stepped back and we looked at each other. I couldn't be sure of what she thought about me, but my own reaction to seeing her was the same as it had always been: startled, and just a bit sad. My baby sister was still the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. "It's been so long," she said. "I've missed you so much." "I've missed you too." I took my change from the barista, who was beaming at us as if she was responsible for some grand romantic reunion. I grabbed Nikkie's hand and said, "Let's go sit down." We got a table near the door and sat across from each other. "Well, Nikkie," I said, "you're still as lovely as ever." Nikkie smiled shyly and replied, "Oh, thank you, Andy. You're always so sweet." She reached over and lightly punched my shoulder. "You're still a cutie too. So, what have you been doing? Where've you been? Are you still in school? Are you doing okay?" "Hold on," I said, laughing, "one question at a time." I filled her in on what I'd been up to in the three years since we'd last seen each other: I hadn't left the city, just kind of hung around downtown, moving from one job to the next while I got through college; I'd worked as a janitor, as a security guard, a cabinetmaker (the best paying job I'd had, though it only lasted one summer), even a car wash attendant. But now that I had my bachelor's degree I was working as a proofreader at a small downtown publishing firm. The hours were lousy, the pay even worse, but it wasn't dangerous or physically demanding and I had the chance now to pay more attention to my writing. "So, what are you doing, Nikkie?" I asked. "Me? I'm on my break," Nikkie replied with a mischievous grin. "Two tall mochas," the barista called from the coffee bar. "You little brat," I said, then went and got our drinks. When I returned I said, "So, if you're on your break, you must be working." "Sure am," Nikkie replied. "I'm an administrative assistant at the adult education center next door." "The place next door? Kind of a rough clientele, isn't it?" From what I'd heard, the place mainly catered to the homeless, and to people recovering from drug and alcohol abuse. "Nothing I can't handle," my little sister replied with a shrug. She sipped at her coffee and said, "Besides, I don't really have much to do with the students. Mostly I just push paper and make typing noises on the computer all day. Which I'm gonna have to get back to. I'm only on a fifteen minute break." "Yeah, me too. But Nikkie, I want to talk to you so bad. What do you say we get together later on? Probably not tonight because I'm working late. How about tomorrow? It's Saturday." "That would be great," Nikkie said. My baby sister put her soft hand on top of mine. "I'd love to spend more time with you, Andy. Get caught up and everything." "Then it's a date," I said. We got up from the table and headed for the door. When we got outside we hugged each other goodbye. Nikkie kissed me on the neck and said, "I live on the corner of Second and Trade Street. Apartment 208. Can you make it around noon?" "Absolutely," I said. I could smell the sweet scent of lilacs in her beautiful hair as she continued to hold me. "Oh God, Andy, I really have missed you." "I know, sweetheart." I kissed her quickly on the lips. "See you tomorrow." "Can't wait," Nikkie said. I turned to go but she stopped me with a hand on my arm. "Hey, did you mean it?" "Did I mean what?" "When you said it was a date. Are we going on a date?" She had that mischievous grin on her face again. "Sure," I said. "If you want it to be a date, then it'll be a date." Nikkie smiled and her big blue eyes shined. "Wonderful," she said. We parted reluctantly and I walked back to work, absently drinking my espresso and telling myself that I was an incredibly lucky guy; I had a date with the most beautiful girl in the world. *** The neighborhood Nikkie lived in wasn't the best in the city, but it wasn't the worst either. Mostly low income apartment buildings and mom and pop shops, with a coffeehouse, a bohemian theatre, an antique store, an adult bookstore, and restaurants scattered here and there. I'd been a little surprised when she told me her address; for the last year or so since she'd moved out of our parents' house we had lived only six blocks from each other and didn't even know it. I'd gone into some of the shops, had bought coffee on the corner, had watched a few independent films at the theatre and frequented the adult bookstore on a regular basis, and yet we had never run into each other. Not that Nikkie had ever gone into the adult bookstore, though I wondered now as I drove past its garish neon sign and bright red door and parked in front of her apartment building, if she'd ever seen me going in or coming out. It was probably a relatively good thing that we hadn't reunited until now. As I entered Nikkie's building and followed the apartment numbers down the hallway and around the corner, I thought about her, about how much she'd changed in the last three years, and how much she hadn't changed. She was sixteen when I left home, just a cute young kid who looked younger and purer than she really was. She still looked too young and too pure, but it seemed more like just appearances now. I wasn't sure what it was about her that gave me that impression; maybe something in those beautiful blue eyes, or her posture, or the way she'd looked at me and talked to me, more like a downtowner than a young girl from the upper middle class neighborhoods of the West End. Maybe it was just how nice her ass had looked in those blue jeans. Whatever it was, I knew as I came up on apartment 208 that I was dealing now with someone who was going to be new to me in some ways and yet just as familiar as ever. I knocked and a few moments later Nikkie opened the door. She was wearing a simple white dress with tiny pink flowers all over it and her sunlight colored hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked so fabulous that for a second I was speechless. "Hi, Andy," she said, giving me a big sweet smile. "Hi, Nikkie," I said. "Are you ready for our date?" "Sure," Nikkie replied with a giggle. "Just hold on for one teeny minute, okay?" She ducked into the bathroom and I waited there in the doorway. While I waited a very pretty brown-haired girl with large doe eyes and a nice little body came to the door. She looked like she was about my age. "Hi," she said, "I'm Maggie, Nikkie's roommate." "Hi, Maggie," I said, "I'm her brother Andy." "Yeah," Maggie said, looking me over. "Her brother. The one she ran into yesterday. She hasn't stopped talking about you since. But did you, um, did you say you were taking her on a date?" "Yes, but it's not that kind of date." "Yeah, okay." Maggie continued to scrutinize me and it was obvious that she didn't believe me. I didn't know what to do with that, so I just stood there and scrutinized her as well. She opened her mouth to say something more but just then Nikkie came out of the bathroom. "Ready," she announced. She slipped her arm around Maggie's waist and pecked her on the cheek. "Bye, hon. Don't wait up for me." She giggled again. Maggie responded by taking Nikkie in a full embrace. She kissed her on the lips, then held my sister's face in her hands and said softly, "Bye, sweetheart." She gave me a pointed look, making it clear that she didn't care for me very much, then let go of Nikkie and went back into the living room. "Let's go," Nikkie said. We walked together down the hallway, holding hands. "Wow," I said. "What was that all about?" "Oh," Nikkie replied, "that was just Maggie being a clown. She's a big clown." I suspected there might be more to it than that but I didn't say anything. *** I took her to a small Italian restaurant on the North End. Sotavento's, a dim quiet place on Pearl Street that served the best spaghetti and meatballs in the city. Nikkie was delighted by the place, she'd never known it existed, and she was just as crazy about Italian food as I was. We got a table for two in the back, ordered our lunch, then began to get caught up on each other's lives. We talked a little more about our jobs; she said she only worked part time, for minimum wage, sitting in front of a computer all day managing records and making forms and typing correspondence. Nikkie talked about her work in a bored disinterested kind of way that seemed designed to make me bored and disinterested too, but I wasn't at all. I was fascinated with her, with the idea of my wonderful baby sister actually out there in the world, taking care of herself. Even her nonchalance was intriguing, and when I filled her in on the dry facts of my own work, how I spent as many as twelve hours a day poring over manuscripts for continuity and mistakes, I noticed how her eyes bore into me, how she leaned forward and smiled slightly when I talked. She hung on my every word. Our lunch came and we ate while we talked about life in the city. "I love living downtown," Nikkie declared, "simply love it. So different from our old neighborhood. There's just so much to see, and so much to do. People everywhere. And the buildings, you know, some of them are just so cool looking. The old buildings, the really classic ones." "Yeah, the buildings," I said, "and the women. I don't know why, but downtown Darlington seems to have more beautiful women per capita than anywhere else in the world." "Maybe it's something in the water." Nikkie speared a meatball with her fork and pretended to examine it. "Or the meatballs." She popped it into her mouth. 'I don't know,' I thought to myself, 'but whatever it is, you've gotten the lion's share.' "So Andy," Nikkie said, twirling pasta around her fork, "do you have a girlfriend?" "Not at the moment," I said. "There've been a few girls but they didn't last." "What were they like?" "They were wonderful, of course. Lovely and smart, confident, funny, lots of fun. But they didn't want anything serious. The problem was they always waited until I told them I loved them before they let me know that. One girl even moved to San Jose after I told her how I felt about her." "Oh, you poor guy," Nikkie said. "Love is a fucking nightmare," I said, immediately regretting the angry tone in my voice. Nikkie chewed a mouthful of spaghetti, swallowed, and said, "Sounds to me like they weren't so smart after all. I'd kill for a guy who loved me. Especially a hottie like you." I laughed, surprised and pleased by my sister's compliment. I thanked her and said, "But what are you saying, Nik? No guy has fallen in love with you yet?" "Nope. Not a one." "I find that impossible to believe. I would think you'd have guys fighting over you night and day." "Well, there have been guys, and they've told me they loved me, but....you know, it wasn't my heart they wanted to get into." Nikkie smiled an embarrassed smile and I realized that she didn't resent those guys. "You know, Nikkie," I said, leaning forward and looking directly into her eyes. "This is one of the reasons I've always adored you. Because there's no bitterness in your beautiful heart." Nikkie's smile widened, her face bright, her eyes glittering. *** After lunch we drove back downtown. Nikkie said she wanted to see a movie, but she didn't want to watch anything in the regular theatres. "Something offbeat," she said, which naturally pointed the way to the bohemian theatre, which was showing a series of foreign films that week. It was only a block away from her apartment building, so we parked in the same spot I'd parked in earlier and walked together down to the corner of Fourth Street and Milton Avenue. When we got there we found that 'Justice Undone,' a film from Iceland, was only ten minutes away from starting. We bought tickets, sodas and popcorn, and sat in the back row just as the opening credits began to roll. There were only about fifteen other people in the theatre, which lent an intimate quality to the atmosphere. 'Justice Undone' contributed to this, or maybe just fell in line with it; a dark and somber film, it told the story of a man in a small isolated community who is put on trial for having a sexual relationship with his sister. Something of an embarrassing development for Nikkie and me; we hadn't known what the movie was about. When the show was over we walked together up Fourth Street to the corner coffee shop, both of us silent. I didn't know what Nikkie thought about the film and it's subject, but I knew what my impression was: I was startled and a little sheepish, especially regarding the scenes that were still lingering in my mind. I felt a strong desire to talk about these things but at the same time was reluctant to do so. Sex had never seemed to me like an appropriate topic of conversation for siblings. I'd decided not to say anything, but then Nikkie brought the subject up herself. "Well," she said once we were seated with our coffee, "that sure was a weird little movie." "Definitely offbeat," I said. Nikkie gave a concessive nod and smile. "Sure was. Guess I asked for that one. Literally." She giggled. "But it wasn't really a bad movie. Actually, it was pretty good. Just....confusing. I mean, what was the whole point? The guy got off with a light sentence, and it seemed like the town didn't really know what they wanted to do. I mean, they wanted to punish him, but then they hardly punished him at all. And what was the point of the sister killing herself? She was the one who started the whole thing. And what does the title mean? Justice Undone. Which justice was undone?" She shook her head and sipped at her coffee. "I just don't get it." "Maybe that was the point," I said. "The confusion, the unclear motivations, the uncertain conclusions. After all, the brother and sister were consenting adults, so where, really, is the crime? What they did was against the law, but the brother was put on trial and convicted not so much for committing incest as for offending the sensibilities of the community. The film ultimately left the issue unresolved because people are generally so ambivalent about it." Nikkie thought about this for a minute, then said, "Yeah, maybe. Or maybe the director just didn't know what he was doing." I laughed, but the discussion appeared to be over now and I was disappointed; I'd hoped we could talk about the two sex scenes, both of them very explicit, almost pornographic, in which the brother and sister first had intercourse and, later, the sister performed oral sex on her brother. I could still see these scenes behind my eyes, and I thought about them as I watched Nikkie nurse her coffee and change the subject. My adorable sister. *** After coffee I asked Nikkie what she wanted to do next. "Let's go look at the bay," she said. "The waterfront is so beautiful at sunset." It was getting close to sunset, and she was right; Friday Bay in the twilight was a remarkable visual treat. We walked again, back down Fourth Street, past the theatre and to the next block, turned onto Canal Street and walked two more blocks down to the park overlooking the bay. We strolled along the promenade, talking about other movies we'd seen and liked. We stopped at a concession stand that was just getting ready to close and bought hot dogs and sodas, then sat on a bench and ate and talked as the light faded from the sky. "Did you ever see 'Henry and June?'" Nikkie asked me. "It was such a beautifully made film, and Maria deMedeiros is just plain gorgeous." "I agree," I said. I finished off my hot dog. "Fred Ward did a good job too. Caught the character of Henry Miller perfectly." "I like Henry Miller. He's one of my favorite writers. Him and Anais Nin. They seem like opposite sides of the same coin. I like Jack Kerouac too. It's a shame they never made any decent movies from his books." "Wouldn't it be great if they did? A quality adaptation of 'On The Road' or 'The Dharma Bums?' Or 'Desolation Angels.'" "Yeah, Andy, if they could do it. But whoever did it would have to be able to bring out the sadness in Kerouac's work without losing any of the joy. He and Henry Miller were like that. They wrote jubilantly about life but there was always that subtle despair underneath it all." Nikkie balled up her trash and handed it to me. "Their books always make me think of you." "Me?" I asked as we stood up. I tossed the trash in a trash can as we walked out onto a fishing pier. "Why me?" Nikkie shrugged her pretty shoulders and said, "I dunno." We walked out to the end of the pier and stood at the railing. The light was almost entirely gone now and the lights on the bay and the distant shore glittered. I stood behind Nikkie and put my arms around her waist. I hugged her to me and kissed her ponytail. "I'm not sad right now," I said. We watched the boats on the bay for a while, then Nikkie said, "I really like some modern writers too. Like Larry McMurtry, and Lynne McFall. Oh, and Pat Conroy. 'The Prince of Tides' just made me totally cry. I like Sarah Schulman too." "I've heard of Sarah Schulman," I said. I looked down at my sister. "Isn't she a lesbian writer?" "Yeah. Maggie turned me on to her. She's not as eloquent as writers like Pat Conroy, but she's still very talented. Funny and gritty. She was inspired by Jack Kerouac. In fact, the title of her novel 'Girls Visions and Everything' comes from a line in 'On The Road.'" Nikkie looked up and saw the way I was looking at her. She gave me a wry smile and said, "Don't worry, Andy, I'm not a lesbian." "What about Maggie?" I asked. Nikkie looked back out at the water and said, "She thinks she's in love with me." I wasn't surprised by this remark, though I was intrigued by Nikkie's tone of voice; it suggested a mixture of affection and disappointment, conflicted feelings. I wanted to ask her more questions but couldn't decide what I wanted to know. Nikkie sighed and said, "Gee, Andy, this is all so beautiful. I'm having such a wonderful time with you." I kissed her cheek and told her that I loved her. My baby sister smiled and turned around in my arms. Our eyes met, fell deeply into each other, and suddenly we were kissing. Not passionately, but there was no denying the romantic and even erotic energy in the way our lips touched, pressed together. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, then Nikkie looked at me and said, "Andy. Why does the nicest guy I've ever met have to be my brother?" "I was just wondering the same thing," I said. *** We strolled back to Nikkie's apartment building and I assumed our time together was over, but then Nikkie touched my shoulder and said, "Let's go to your place." "Sounds good to me," I said. We got in my car and drove the six blocks to my building. We went inside and I dug two beers out of the refrigerator while Nikkie looked around. She looked over the titles in my bookcase, and the titles of the movies in my video collection as well. I was a little embarrassed; there were several videos with titles like 'Desires of the Flesh' and 'Living in Sin.' She was kind of smirking at these when I handed her a beer. "Interesting collection of movies you've got here," she said. "'Forbidden Angels'....'Girls Gone Wild'....'Lesbian Cheerleaders'...." She giggled and looked at me. "'All That Jizz?'" "Sorry," I said. I went over to the stereo and turned on an oldies station, then sat on the sofa. Nikkie continued to look at the videos for a minute before she joined me. "I think I'd like to see 'Lewd Adventures,'" she said. "Sounds lewd." She giggled again and I apologized again. "Sokay, big brother. I know guys are into that kind of stuff. Everybody needs to spice up their sex lives one way or another." She took a big swallow of her beer, then looked at me. "I should warn you," she said, holding the bottle up next to her face, "I can't have too many of these. I'm a ridiculously quick drunk. No more than three, otherwise I pass out." "Okay," I said, "only three beers for Nikkie." She smiled at me, the sweetest loveliest smile I'd ever seen, then swallowed more beer. I drank too as 'Sha- Boom' burbled out of the stereo. It wasn't until that song was over and another tune, 'Shake Rattle and Roll' came on that Nikkie spoke again. "I had a boyfriend," she said, "who used to watch that stuff all the time. And he always wanted me to watch it with him. I'm not really that much into porn, but I'd watch. The movies, I mean. Sometimes it could be fun. Like when he wanted to do the same stuff that the people in the movie were doing." "Really," I said, not quite sure what to do with that information. Nikkie nodded. "Yep. Learned how to give very memorable....well, oral pleasure." She smiled a little and I realized she was blushing. "Sorry. You probably don't want to hear about my sordid sex life." "No, go right ahead, Nik. Tell me all about it." "Really? You want to know about all that?" "Sure. The more sordid the better." My baby sister laughed and said, "Okay, but let me finish this beer first. Much easier to confess when I'm intoxicated." She took a long swig, close to emptying the bottle, and I told her to take it easy since she was only getting two more of those. Nikkie replied, "That's funny. Most guys can't wait to get me drunk," then she burped and laughed at herself. I couldn't believe it; she was already buzzed. I wondered how many men had seen her like this, how many had taken advantage of it. How many had waited until she was passed out. Part of me didn't want to know, because I'd just end up uselessly hating those men, but another part of me wanted very much to know. To hear all the details. Nikkie finished her beer and handed me the empty bottle. I went to the kitchen and pulled another beer out of the fridge. When I returned 'Mack The Knife' was playing. I handed Nikkie her drink and sat next to her again, closer to her this time. Nikkie twisted the cap off and drank, and as she did I looked her over. She was thin and shapely, with narrow hips and smallish breasts, and long smooth legs. I found myself staring at those legs, wanting to caress them. To caress her. "Yeah, I know," she said, letting her head loll against the back of the sofa. "I'm a hottie, I can't help it." I felt I should apologize for staring at her, but at the same time I wanted to tell her that she really was a hottie, the hottest girl I'd ever seen. I ended up not saying anything. I finished my beer instead while Nikkie made some serious headway on her second. 'Mack The Knife' reached its garish conclusion and a string of commercials began. "You ever been in love?" Nikkie asked. "Are you kidding?" I replied. "I fall in love at the drop of a hat." "Really? Not me. I don't fall in love so easily. I mean, really in love. But when I do fall, I fall pretty hard." Nikkie had her beer resting on her smooth flat belly now, and she was staring at my bookcase as she talked. "That's how it was with Brian. The guy with the videos? I was totally in love with him and wanted to do whatever he told me. I guess that's something I'm kind of into, you know? Being told what to do. Being submissive. So when we were doing the whole porn video thing, he was pretty much ordering me to do it. It worked out for both of us, because he got to imagine he was doing it with all those beautiful women and I got to act out this love slave fantasy I had." "Love slave?" I couldn't believe my sweet and innocent little sister was talking like this. "Well, it's not like he tied me up and whipped me or anything. But he did get to do pretty much whatever he wanted with me. His favorite thing was oral sex, of course. I learned how to do it just like the porn girls, and I got very good at it. We did all kinds of different, acrobatic positions too. And even anal sex. Brian ruled my life. He didn't love me but he owned me." "Wow, Little Nickel," I said, using an old pet name for her that I'd discarded years ago, "that doesn't sound like you at all." "Yeah, I'm a big surprise," Nikkie said, and took a swallow of her beer. "We all have our own secret sex fantasies, Andy. That was mine. One of them, anyway. I have several." "What are some of the others?" Nikkie thought for a moment, then asked, "You ever do threesomes?" "No. Have you?" "No. But that's one of my fantasies. Me and two guys. Or even me and a guy and another girl, I suppose. I also have this gang rape fantasy, but it's just a fantasy. I'd never want to act on it. But I have acted out the stranger on a train fantasy." "Stranger on a train?" "Yeah, you know, in Erica Jong's 'Fear of Flying.' The fantasy of meeting a total stranger on a train and fucking the daylights out of him. I've done that a few times, though never actually on a train." "How many men have you been with?" I asked. "Not really that many. I've had three boyfriends, including Brian. Two or three strangers on a train. And about five guys who just fucked me and forgot me. So I guess that makes, what? Ten? Eleven? Twelve?" Nikkie laughed and said, "Wow, I'm a slut." "How many women have you been with?" "Guys always want to know that." Nikkie drained the last of her second beer and handed it to me. I went and got her another one, and a second one for myself. When I came back I sat close enough to her that our thighs were touching, and I put my arm around her shoulders. Nikkie rested her head against my neck. On the stereo Chubby Checker started up with 'Let's Twist Again.' "Okay," my sister said, "do you mean women I've actually had sex with, or do I include making out?" "Include making out," I said, my voice low. "Okay.... let's see.... there was Daphne, my best friend in junior high, we made out once.... and Camille, my best friend in high school, we also made out once.... we masturbated each other.... and then there was this girl at a party when I was in college that one year, last year.... I was drunk and these guys had dared her to go down on me. She did, but tell you the truth, I was so wasted I didn't feel a thing. And then, of course, there's Maggie." "Yeah, right, Maggie. I don't think she likes me very much." "She's just jealous." "Because she's in love with you?" "She thinks she is," Nikkie said. She drank more beer. The bottle was half empty now but she didn't seem to have progressed very far beyond a good buzz. "She wasn't lying when she said I wouldn't stop talking about you. I was just so glad to see you again." "Are you two lovers?" I asked. "I dunno. I wouldn't say lovers. We do it every once in a while. But Andy, it's really just kind of a fun thing for me. Maggie knows that, I've told her enough times. She just takes it all too seriously. I mean, she's even stopped dating other women, which I think is just totally uncalled for." I was going to ask her something else, some direct question about what she and Maggie did together in bed, but instead chose to imagine it. I recalled a scene from one of my videos ('Desires of the Flesh') in which a beautiful blonde girl and an equally beautiful brown- haired girl made passionate love to each other with lips and tongues and fingers, lots of tit-sucking and cunt-licking. The women were lousy actresses, but they'd been surprisingly convincing in the sex scene, almost convincing enough to make me believe they were enjoying themselves. I replayed that scene in my mind, substituting the brown-haired girl with Maggie and, of course, the blonde with Nikkie. I liked the resulting image, especially when the lesbian scene was done and the interloping male appeared and promptly proceeded to get a tag team blowjob from the girls. In the video that had pretty much ruined the lesbian scene, but in my fantasy it only made it more pleasurable, since the guy was now me. "What about you?" Nikkie asked. "What about me?" I asked. I was hoping she wasn't going to ask me if I'd ever been with a man. "What's your favorite sex fantasy?" She half squinted at me. "I bet it has something to do with lesbians." "Well, you're close," I said. "I'd say lesbians are my second favorite sex fantasy. I don't think you want to know what my favorite thing is." "Oh come on," Nikkie said, nudging my shoulder with her beer bottle. "I told you, so you tell me." "Okay, um, you're probably going to think this is gross, but.... I think about you." Nikkie surprised me by smiling. "Really?" she said. "You have sex fantasies about me?" She looked at her beer, then took another swallow. "What do you think about me? I mean, you know, what happens in your fantasies?" "Well," I said, wishing I'd gotten buzzed too, "just a minute ago I was picturing you and Maggie together. But I've also had lots of other types of fantasies about you. You doing it with other guys, doing it with black guys, doing it with women.... actresses, mostly.... and, um.... doing it with me." "Yeah? Well, I'm not surprised. After all, I'm such a hot babe." Nikkie giggled and drank more beer. "It's really not a bad thing, Andy brother. Incest fantasies are pretty common. Everybody has them. Or most people do, anyway. I know I've had them. About you, I mean. It's the thrill of crossing boundaries." Chubby Checker was done and now Elvis came on with 'Can't Help Falling In Love.' "Oh, I love this song," Nikkie said. "It's so fucking romantic." She looked at me and asked, "Will you dance with me? Come on." She set her beer on the coffee table and wobbled to her feet, then took my hand. I got up and we went around to the other side of the coffee table. I took my lovely baby sister in my arms and hugged her to me and she rested her head against my shoulder. We danced silently for a minute, swaying and solemnly listening to the King's deep silver voice: Wise men say.... only fools rush in But I can't help.... falling in love with you Shall I stay.... would it be a sin? If I can't help.... falling in love with you. "You know what I think about that movie?" Nikkie asked. "'Justice Unknown?' Or undressed? Or whatever? I think there was something wrong with the town. The director was trying to say something about society." "What do you think he was trying to say, Nik?" "That there's something wrong with society when we won't tolerate two people being in love. I mean, you could argue that the brother and sister symbolized other socially forbidden couples, like two women or two men or interracial couples. But even if you take them literally, there's still something wrong with the town, because the brother and sister are consenting adults. They weren't hurting anybody, they were just in love." Nikkie paused for a moment, then in a sad voice said, "I think people should be allowed to love whoever they want." "I agree, sweetheart," I said. I kissed the top of her head and she looked up at me. "Nikkie.... I have to tell you this...." "Go ahead," Nikkie said, touching my cheek with her fingertips. "Tell me." "I'm in love with you. I always have been. I don't think I've ever loved anyone as much as I love you." There, I said it. Nikkie's thin pretty lips curled into yet another brilliant smile and her beautiful blue eyes glistened. "Oh Andy, that is so sweet." Her voice wavered a little as she said, "I'm in love with you too." We'd stopped dancing, which was just as well since Elvis was nearly done with his song. I touched Nikkie under the chin and kissed her. She murmured a little against my lips, then I felt her tongue sliding shyly into my mouth. We french-kissed through most of the next song, whatever it was. As it ended we parted lips, and Nikkie spoke softly into my ear. "Hey Andy," she said, "I have another sex fantasy I've always wanted to act out." "What is it?" I asked. "I've always wanted to give you a blowjob." "Really. What a coincidence, Nikkie. I've always had that same fantasy." Nikkie laughed and I asked, "Do you really want to do that?" "Of course I do." She kissed my neck. "Tell you what. I'll make you a deal. You go down on me and I'll go down on you." "Are you sure, Nikkie? I mean, you've had a lot to drink, for you anyway, and I didn't bring you here just to take advantage of you." I didn't really want to say all that, but I loved my baby sister and I wanted to be sure we weren't going to do anything she didn't want to do. I actually considered saying no, but I knew I wasn't going to go that far. "Don't be silly," Nikkie said, her voice soft and loving in my ear. "Why do you think I came here, Andy? And why do you think I got tipsy? I want to do this. I've wanted to suck your cock ever since I was twelve." She kissed my neck again. "Don't you want to eat my pussy, big brother?" I couldn't resist then. I had no desire to. I slid my hands up her back and found the zipper on her dress, pulled it slowly down to her waist. Nikkie let go of me and I pulled her dress off her shoulders, let it fall to the floor. She stepped delicately out of it and stood now in just her tennis shoes and her white cotton panties. Her body was the loveliest thing I'd ever seen. She was pale and smooth, perfectly slim, her breasts small and round and firm, topped with tiny pink nipples. I touched them, just with my fingertips, caressed them, then gently cupped them in the palms of my hands. Nikkie had her eyes locked onto mine, and she wasn't smiling now. "What do you want me to do?" she almost whispered. "Just tell me, Andy. I'll do whatever you say." "Lay down on the floor," I replied. Immediately Nikkie stepped back and lowered herself onto the carpet. She lay on her back with her legs together and her hands joined over her belly. I knelt beside her and removed her shoes, then slowly pulled her panties over her narrow hips and down her long thin legs. Her cunt too was beautiful, two full lips nestled demurely behind a feint veil of golden cunt hair. Nikkie let her legs fall open, proudly showing herself to me. I quickly took my shirt off and she watched me, idly touching herself. I crawled on top of her and settled myself between her legs, began kissing her. I started with her beautiful perfect face and worked my way down, along her throat and collarbone to her breasts. I kissed each of them, licked them, took each of her sweet little nipples in my mouth and sucked on them, making them hard. Nikkie sighed, gliding her fingers over my back and shoulders. She started to move her hips a little, gently pushing her cunt up against my hard-on. I nibbled and sucked her breasts for another minute, then started downward again, moving along her smooth flat belly. I got to her cunt hair and finally to her cunt. Nikkie's fingers were in my hair now as I kissed her there and breathed deeply the delicious scent of her. I touched her cunt lips with my tongue, licked slowly and lovingly. My baby sister's body tensed minutely and she caught her breath. I licked her again, lapped at her, then pushed my tongue inside of her. Nikkie gasped and moaned. I could already taste her warm juices and drank them in. I licked and sucked on her cunt as her hands left my hair, glided up her own body to her breasts. As I ate my sister's cunt she caressed herself, gently squeezing her small breasts, pulling on her nipples. She moaned and sighed as I continued to go down on her, cried out softly when I found her clit and began sucking on it, cried out again, more sharply this time, as she came. Nikkie relaxed then, apparently thinking I was done, but I wasn't; I continued to lick and suck her cunt until she came twice more, her splendid body trembling with the force of her orgasms. Afterward she collapsed, splayed out on the floor with her face turned to her side and her eyes closed, her breathing heavy but controlled. I moved back up her body, almost pinning her to the floor, and peppered her breasts and throat and face with kisses. At the same time I unfastened the fly on my jeans and pulled my hard-on out. I didn't really think about what I was doing; I was driven by desire and love and I wanted suddenly just to be inside of her, so as I continued kissing her I guided my cock up to her cunt and pushed the head past her lips. Nikkie reacted with surprise, gasping and snapping her eyes open, but she made no attempt to resist as I pushed my cock into her. "Oohh, Andy," she breathed as she clutched my biceps, "this wasn't part of the deal." "I know, Nikkie, but I couldn't help it. I want to fuck you. Do you want me to stop?" "No." Nikkie slipped her arms around me and pulled me down against her. "No, my love, I don't want you to stop. I want you to do whatever you want to me. You own me now." We kissed and I began fucking her, slowly sliding my cock in and out of her cunt. She was warm and wet inside, snug but not too snug, and I was amazed at how good it felt to be inside of her, how right it seemed. I'd imagined countless times that making love to my little sister would be both hot and romantic, but even in my best dreams I'd never been able to envision this. Nikkie was exquisite as she moved and writhed beneath me, matching the thrusts of her hips with the thrusts of my cock. I started out slow and steady, took my time with her, wanting just to enjoy the astounding sensation of fucking her, but wanting her to enjoy it too. We fucked for a long time, our bodies developing a thin sheen of sweat as we gradually increased our speed and passion. Nikkie moaned and sighed, kissed me feverishly as she dug her fingernails into my back. She swayed and thrashed with me until finally, shuddering in my arms, she came with a loud kittenish mew, her cunt pulsing and pouring her warm come all around my cock. This time we both collapsed on the carpeted floor, tired and satisfied. We lay there for several minutes, just breathing and holding each other. Occasionally we kissed or softly murmured our love to each other. My cock was still hard inside Nikkie's luxurious body and every once in a while I would move minutely, sliding it out a little then back in, just to remind myself of how lucky I was, not only to be inside of her but to be with her at all. "Andy," Nikkie finally said, "you didn't come." "I know," I replied. "I'm saving it up for that blowjob you promised me." "Good," my sister giggled, "because I still want to do that. And you know what? Because you were so great going down on me and fucking me, I'm going to give you to best blowjob you've ever had." She kissed me on the lips, then pushed gently against my chest, signaling for me to get up. I pulled my cock out of her cunt, then got to my feet. I let my jeans slide down my legs, and my cock stuck straight up in the air, hard and glistening with Nikkie's come. "How do you want me?" she asked. "On your knees," I replied, trying to make it sound like an order. I wasn't sure I was comfortable with that little game but I reminded myself that this was as much her fantasy as it was mine. Nikkie pulled herself up to her knees in front of me and took my cock in her small delicate hand. She looked at it for a moment, almost as if she was sizing up the task before her, then unceremoniously took it in her mouth. She slid her lips over the head, then down over the shaft, taking almost the entire length in before I felt my cock nudging at the back of her throat. Then just as slowly she drew her mouth back, sucking on me as she went. She did this three times, then pulled my cock out of her mouth and kissed the head. "I can taste my pussy on you," she whispered, then immediately took me back in her mouth and resumed sucking. I touched her hair as she worked, played with her cute little ponytail, placing my other hand on the back of her head. Nikkie sucked and stroked me expertly, pausing on occasion to slide her tongue up and down the length of my cock. She kept her eyes closed and her hand and mouth moving steadily, and I could see she had indeed learned how to do it just like the porn girls. She continued to go down on me as she glided one of her hands over her small pale breasts, then down between her legs. She rubbed herself with her fingertips, sucking and stroking me at the same time, and before long she was moaning again, bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. I could feel my own orgasm approaching too, the pressure building in my balls as my cock grew harder. And just as Nikkie mewed and gasped, her mouth open now and her tongue out, my cock throbbed and I poured come into her mouth. It spilled all over her tongue, down to her throat and dribbling down her chin. Nikkie continued to stroke me as she swallowed, sucked my cock a little more, then squeezed it, drawing out the last few drops. She licked the head of my cock clean, then kissed it again. "Wow," she said. "I've always wanted to do that." She was looking up at me and smiling, that same wonderful smile that always seemed to be on her face in one form or another, her lips shining with my come, and again I felt that bittersweet combination of sadness and surprise. This was my baby sister, my Little Nickel, and I couldn't see how I could ever have helped but to fall in love with her. I got down on my knees with her, embraced her, and kissed her cheek. Nikkie returned my embrace, pressing her small soft breasts against my chest. She kissed my neck, then held me, caressing my back with her fingers. "Andy," she said softly, "I don't want to go home. I want to stay here with you." "I'd like that, Nikkie." "I don't want to deal with Maggie anymore, or with anybody else. Just you." "You don't have to, sweetheart. You can stay here with me for as long as you like." "I want to be here forever," my sister breathed. *** Later that night we made love again in my bed, then slept. In the morning I woke to find Nikkie sucking my cock and we fucked again. Afterward we lay in bed and talked. We agreed that what we had was special, rare, and too amazing to resist. We were in love, and it didn't matter that we were brother and sister. We couldn't help how we felt, we just knew that it was right, and if the world didn't see it that way, then there was something terribly wrong with the world. End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 46