Lorelei

My name is Lorelei Young. I'm twenty years old and graduated from high school when I was nineteen. I was the oldest student in my class. My mother held me back in kindergarten because she didn't think I was mature enough at five years old to attend school.

Being older than the other girls in school had some benefits. For example, in my senior year I was invited to a dance at a well-known military academy where I learned that twenty-year-old men in uniform weren't always well-behaved or concerned with maintaining proper etiquette. That was my first sexual experience and I learned two very important things because of it. First, I needed to be careful about the men I dated and, second, I loved every second of it.

Keeping both lessons in front of mind hasn't always worked out well. The most carefully scrutinized men haven't always turned out the be the best sexual partners and some of my most memorable sexual encounters have been with men I shouldn't have been with.

Either way, sex has become one of my driving forces. I'm always on the lookout for my next sexual experience with several repeat partners ensuring continued sexual experiences while I pursue new talent. My latest preoccupation is a man named John. His surname is Polish and I can't spell or pronounce it. Everybody calls him JC, probably because they can't spell or pronounce his last name either.

JC and my brother James play guitar together most weekends usually in our garage. Their guitars and voices harmonize very well, and occasionally they perform in the local pub for tips. James is two years older than me. He is a part-time commuting student at the local campus of State university and is good looking enough to have an active social life, including some of the girls I graduated from high school with. The girls frequently make suggestive comments about James to me, comments I try to ignore since James is my brother and that's enough for me to keep my distance from him. They do make an excellent argument to bed him though.

JC, on the other hand, is fair game. JC is a larger version of a classic Hollywood leading man. Everything, from how he combs his hair to the shoes he wears is a larger version of John Krasinski. I get wet just imagining the size of other parts of his anatomy that I can't see.

However, JC is generally unavailable to me. When he and James practice in our garage, they wall themselves off from the rest of the house. I might briefly see JC when he arrives and again when he leaves, but he certainly doesn't notice me. Aside from knowing I'm James' sister, I don't think he's ever given me a second thought. I've gone to the pub when JC and James are playing but, in the darkened tavern, I'm just another shadowy body in the room.

I need some way to get him to notice me. I've thought about just pushing my way in front of him at the pub and introducing myself. I shudder with the thought of how many ways that could go wrong as I try to encourage him to see me as a sexual partner. I need someone who knows both me and JC to introduce us and make him aware of my desire to share a bed with him. The only person I know that fits that description is my brother James.

James knows both of us well and is in the best position to bring us together. It seems only natural that I could use James as a bridge to JC. That seemed reasonable until I realized that I needed to ingratiate myself with James in order to ingratiate myself with JC. It seems my simple procedure only doubles the size of my problem. I certainly can't ask James to tell JC that I want to fuck him. I don't see that working very well. So, I have to encourage JC to fuck me myself. I just need James to make the introductions.

If my goal is to charm JC to the point of having sex with me maybe I could use sex as a means of charming James to help me get closer to JC. Actually, that has a real appeal to me. I love sex and I know that James is sexually active and he comes with an excellent set of recommendations. I could enjoy a sexual relationship with James. He's present every day in my life and I could use a daily orgasm. There's only one hurdle to clear. James is my brother. I don't think that will bother me but I suspect it might be a problem for him. Having sex with your sister is something frowned upon by just about everybody and James is concerned with his reputation.

James is also a man and that works in my favor. I've been told by a number of my friends and partners that I'm attractive. Not beautiful but pretty enough to attract attention. It might be my breasts. They're larger than most of the women in my social circle and they're usually the focus of the men I bed. I'm not as protective of my reputation as James is. Having a reputation is a benefit when trolling for intimate partners.

I started to treat James differently. I touched him more frequently and performed small tasks for him that I never used to do. For example, when James showed up for breakfast in the morning, I would have a place set for him and I would pour coffee and orange juice for him without his request. When I did my laundry, I asked him if he had anything that needed washing and offered to add it to my laundry. Imagining his Jockey shorts mingling with my panties in the washer and drier provided a perverse satisfaction for me.

Of course, James noticed. It took about ten days before he asked what was going on with me and how I was interacting with him.

"James," I told him. "You're my brother and I realized that you'll always be my brother and I want to establish a better relationship now rather than later."

"Lori," he replied. "As unexpected as it is, I like your thinking. I'd like a closer relationship with you. What do you want me to do?"

It's not a surprise that his question was an opening I could exploit, but I resisted. Too much, too soon, would scare him off. "Whatever you think would strengthen our relationship," I told him.

The next morning, I hugged him as he left for school. He wasn't ready for it but, after a brief hesitation, he hugged me in return. Hugging when we met or parted became a regular feature of our relationship. The first time I kissed him when he left for school, he seemed shocked. His lips remained unresponsive and his eyes opened wide. When he came home that afternoon, he kissed me first. No comment, no preliminary move, just a hug and a "hello" kiss and he went to his room.

I was overjoyed by James' reaction to our first kisses. I decided to take my plan to the next level. I let the polite kisses continue for a few days until they were an expected constant in our relationship. Then, I took a shower in our shared bathroom and left the door to his room unlocked. It took three afternoon showers before he "accidentally" entered the bathroom when I was partially uncovered. I knew he was in his room when I took the shower and I prolonged my time in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes while I waited for him to use the bathroom.

I was standing in front of the mirror with only a towel wrapped around my waist, brushing my hair for the fourth time when James finally walked through the unlocked door from his bedroom.

"Shit, Lori," he exclaimed. "I didn't know you were in here."

I turned to face him. I made no attempt to hide my bare breasts. "You could have knocked," I suggested.

"You never leave the door unlocked," James defended his entry but his eyes kept drifting down to my breasts.

"I must have forgotten," I replied. "Anyway, no harm done."

"No harm done?" he asked. "You're naked from the waist up."

"I frequently am," I agreed. "I'm surprised that you've never seen my breasts before." I shook my body slightly. "Do you like them?" I asked.

"Lori," James deflected. "I'm not supposed to like them. I'm not even supposed to see them. You're my sister."

"James, get real. We hug, we kiss. Our relationship is better than it's ever been. Sooner or later you were bound to see me naked. I guess this is sooner."

"That sounds reasonable somehow," James conceded. "I just wasn't expecting it."

"Would you like to see more?" I asked teasingly.

"Not now," James smiled. "Let me get used to this for a while."

"I'll be glad to lend a hand," I laughed. "Or a breast."

"This is surreal," James muttered.

"No," I said as I lifted one breast in my hand. "This is very real."

James laughed. "It certainly is."

I could see he was physically responding to seeing my breasts. "Would you like to give me a peek at your anatomy?" I asked.

James' laughter turned nervous. "I think I'll have to postpone that until sometime later," he said. "Let me know when you're done," he said and left the bathroom, closing the door to his room behind him.

I silently pumped my arm into the air. "Well done," I thought.

I waited two minutes. I hung the towel on a nearby hook, ran the brush through my pubic hair, and opened the door to his room. "All yours," I told him and waited until he looked up before I closed the door and headed back to my bedroom through the door on the opposite wall.

At dinner that night, James was deliberately trying not to look at me. Whenever I caught him looking, I shook my breasts slightly, winked at him or blew him a kiss. I had neglected to put on a bra just for the opportunity if it presented itself. He excused himself early from the table and went to his room. I assumed he was dealing with a problem he had when he remembered our interaction in the bathroom that afternoon.

After dinner, dad excused himself and headed for the television in the living room while I helped mom put away the leftovers and clean up the plates and glasses. When we were done, mom asked if I had a moment to talk with her.

"Certainly," I said. I sat back at the kitchen table and asked, "What's up?"

"Lori," mom began. "You and James seem to be getting along better than ever."

"We have," I admitted. "We're not children anymore. We realized that we'll be brother and sister for a long time so we put away childish things and we're focusing on the things that bond us together."

"I've noticed you and James are more personal with each other, hugging and kissing more often," explained mom.

"Incredible isn't it?" I commented. "It goes with how much more polite we've been to each other. It's amazing how much 'please,' 'thank you,' and 'you're welcome,' improves all the other aspects of our relationship. We even tease each other without the usual childish reprisals."

"And not wearing a bra has nothing to do with it?" she asked.

"Not in my experience," I replied. "I took a shower this afternoon and just didn't put one on afterward."

"Well, don't let it go too far," cautioned mom.

"How do you define 'too far?" I asked.

"Be careful," repeated mom. "James is still a young man and I'd be concerned that he doesn't get the wrong idea from your teasing him."

"Oh, I don't think that's a possibility," I responded. "I don't think he'll get the wrong message from me at all."

"I'll trust your judgement," concluded mom.

The next morning, James knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. I was in the shower. "Come in," I called out.

Tentatively, James came into the bathroom. "Are you sure I can come in?" he asked.

I looked around the shower curtain. "Of course," I told him. "I have nothing to hide."

James laughed. "I just realized how true that is," he said.

I turned off the shower and slid aside the shower curtain. "Toss me a towel," I requested.

James looked away from me and attempted to hand me a towel with his eyes averted. "James," I said. "You can look."

He turned around, took two steps toward me, and handed me the towel. "Well," I said. "What do you think?"

"Who can think," James declared.

I laughed. "I was hoping for a more comparative assessment," I said. I turned around once. "Do I meet with your approval?" I asked.

James smiled and adjusted himself in his shorts. "I'll take that as a yes," I told him.

I stepped out of the shower and began to dry off with the towel. "Your turn," I said.

James hesitated. "You were planning to take a shower, right?" I asked.

"I was," he admitted. "I thought I'd wait until you were finished."

"I'm finished with the shower," I told him. "There's no reason you can't shower while I brush my teeth and take care of other necessities. I'll hand you a towel when you're finished."

He hesitated. "James!" I exclaimed.

"Yes."

"I thought we put away childish things," I reminded him. "Just get in the shower."

I watched as James painfully removed his clothing. Keeping his back to me he stepped into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed. I picked up a dry towel, leaned back against the counter and waited. I toyed with the idea of getting back in the shower with him and saved the idea for a later time.

James finished showering. I heard him turn off the water. Nothing else happened. Frustrated, I pulled the shower curtain aside. The suddenness of my action surprised James. He natural reaction was to cover his genitals with his hands. I handed him the towel, holding it just far enough away that he had to reach for it. "You look ridiculous," I said. "We're both adults and I've seen a penis before," and I left the bathroom.

I lay on my bed, lightly touching my clitoris and thinking about what had happened in the bathroom. Minutes later, James knocked on my door. "Come in," I called out for the second time. James opened my door. He was standing naked in the doorway facing me. "Lori," he said. "You're right. It is childish to be so uncomfortable when we're together. The truth is, I was concerned I might have an erection because of you and I didn't want to give you the wrong idea."

"James," I said. "It's okay if you get an erection when you see me naked. It's a natural response that you can't avoid. Honestly, I'm having a physical reaction to your nakedness. I can't help that either."

"Oh. Then we're okay?" he asked.

"We're better than ever," I agreed.

Our shared bathroom experience increased after that. Neither of us locked the bathroom doors again. I dried James' back after a shower and, a day later, he dried my back. Not a big deal but movement in the right direction. He seemed unsettled the first time I peed with him in the shower but, that evening, he peed while I was brushing my teeth before bed.

The holiday season was approaching and our parents were invited to a company sponsored party at a downtown hotel on Saturday night. The party involved adult beverages and mom and dad chose to stay at the hotel overnight and drive home Sunday morning. They had done the same thing a year ago for the same party.

James and I settled on the sofa to watch a movie after our parents left for the party. I deliberately wore a pair of loose-fitting shorts, bikini panties and an oversized t-shirt, no bra. James was dressed in his usual at home outfit, shorts, t-shirt, and no shoes. I chose a tense psychological mystery with a couple of sensuous bedroom scenes. During the first tension filled scene, I moved closer to James hoping he would interpret my move as seeking comfort from him.

Later, I put my feet on the coffee table in front of the sofa, leaned back for comfort and put a hand on his thigh. James patted my hand and put his hand on my thigh. "So far, so good," I thought. During the next tense scene, I moved against James as if to seek his support about what I was seeing on the screen. As a consequence of my movement, my hand slid to the inside of his thigh and his hand to the inside of my thigh. Almost simultaneously, we pulled each other's thighs against each other.

When the protagonists became involved in a steamy bedroom scene involving bare breasts, I slid my hand up to cover James' genitals through his shorts. I stared at the television screen but I caught his quick look at me peripherally. I'm sure my move surprised him and he was wondering about my intentions, but, a short time later, his hand moved to cover my pussy through my shorts. Absentmindedly, as the on-screen tryst progressed, I stroked his cock slowly causing a predictable reaction.

James maintained his focus on the screen as I rubbed him and the fingers on his hand slid over my mons and rubbed my clitoris. I spread my legs slightly to encourage him. Over the next thirty minutes, I increased my attention to James' reaction, sliding my hand under the waist of his shorts and rubbing his bare erection with my bare hand. James' left hand continued exploring my pubic area with his hand under my panties.

As the screen darkened with a scene of the movie's hero in bed with another female lead character, I turned to look at James. He was already looking at me. "James," I asked. "Are we moving in the direction I think we are?"

"If you're thinking that I want to make love to you, you're on the right track," James confirmed.

"I'd like that," I whispered.

James leaned in to kiss me. His hand slipped from between my legs and cupped my breast. As the kiss ended, I said, "Help me get this off," and I began to lift my shirt over my head. James finished with my shirt in his hand. He tossed it somewhere and returned his hand to my breast. We kissed again and I began to push his shorts down. He helped me with his free hand and his shorts moved to below his knees where he was able to kick them off.

His erection felt wonderful in my hand. I'd seen his penis a dozen times over the last week but never erect and begging for more attention. Without conscious thought, I held his erection up, leaned over, and wrapped my mouth around it. James moaned. I sucked, squeezed, and stroked. Almost immediately, James moaned, "Lori, can we take this someplace more appropriate?"

I relented. James stood up and stripped off his shirt. I stood up and removed my shorts and panties. I tossed them somewhere over the back of the sofa. Hand in hand we moved to my bedroom. We kissed again. For the first time, I felt the hardness of his erection against the skin of my body and imbedded in my pubic hair. I pulled James toward my bed and fell on the bed on my back and spread my legs. James moved between my legs and bent over to kiss my breasts. His erection poked various places between my thighs without finding the right one.

I used a hand to direct him and I moaned as he slipped inside me. In all my scheming using James to get to JC, I'd forgotten, or never experienced, how incredible sex as an act of love was compared to meaningless recreational sex. In seconds, I realized how much I loved James. I had a brief thought that I might be rationalizing to justify having sex with my brother but it didn't feel like it.

I received the message about how James felt about me through the care and respect he showed me during sex. I'd never experienced sex focused on my experience rather than my partner's drive to have his orgasm. Previously, my orgasm was an afterthought or forgotten completely. With James, it was clear that my orgasm was first and his orgasm an afterthought or forgotten. In that moment, I was determined that we would both have our orgasms, simultaneously if possible. I did some quick math. James was moving inside me without a condom. Something I never allowed. Based on my internal calendar, I was safe for a few more days. We'd have to have a conversation if we were to continue having spontaneous sex.

Meanwhile, I closed my eyes and focused on James' movement inside me. I had underestimated his experience. He was hitting all the right places and my always sensitive nervous system was responding. I rotated my hips up slightly and his erection slid more firmly against the front of my vagina with the corresponding effect. Suddenly, I was on the verge of a massive orgasm.

Before I could warn James, my body convulsed. I grabbed James with both arms, wrapped my legs around his body and shook both of us and the bed in a violent orgasm unlike anything I'd ever experienced. James hung on and, after my shaking slowed, began to stroke rapidly within me again. My orgasm began to recycle. This time James was ready. He grabbed my hips, pulled my body down on his erection hard and ejaculated inside me just as my orgasm took over my body again.

I finished on my side, curled up in a ball gasping for breath. James was curled up behind me, breathing hard with his softening erection dripping semen between my thighs. I rolled over. He moved back to give me room and I rolled into a cold puddle of mixed seminal and vaginal fluids. I slid against him, crawled up on his chest, smearing cold fluids on his legs and thighs, and kissed him. We lay with our bodies pressed together for several minutes. "James," I managed to say. "What was that all about?"

"I think we had orgasms," James stated the obvious.

"That was something more than an orgasm," I observed. "I've had orgasms before but never where I couldn't talk afterward."

"Me neither," echoed James. "Do you want to do it again to see if it was a one-time thing?"

"Oh, we're going to do it again and I'm hoping it's not a one-time thing," I told him. "Now, if I can walk, we're going to take a shower and change the linens on the bed."

"We're going to take a shower?" James questioned my use of the plural.

"After what just happened," I explained. "I don't think there's much we can't share going forward. A joint shower seems like a perfect next step."

"The shower's pretty small," James reminded me. "I don't think we'll be very comfortable."

"The shower in mom and dad's bathroom is much bigger," I told him. "We can use that one and I think I have a way to save a few inches."

Wanting to keep the use of our parents' bathroom undiscovered, we grabbed towels, washcloth, body wash, and shampoo. James followed me down the hall to our parents' bedroom and into their bathroom. The walk-in shower was large enough for four people. I turned on the water to heat up and waited. The hot water felt wonderful. James washing my breasts and pussy felt even better.

I washed James' cock twice, rinsed it twice and sucked on it until the water began to get cold. We shut off the water, exited the shower and dried each other with the towels. I led James to his bedroom with the unstained sheets. I tried to push him back on the bed but he turned us around and pushed me back on the bed. I fell back and my legs came up off the floor. James was between my legs instantly searching for my clitoris with his lips and tongue. I laughed in surprise and shifted my hips until he was on target.

The few men who had the courage to orally approach my pussy were reluctant amateurs. James was neither reluctant nor an amateur. James was a gold medalist in cunnilingual bedroom sports. He drove me to a wave of continuous sinusoidal orgasms, peaking when he sucked and tugged on my clitoris and ebbing when he paused to breathe. I screamed and moaned until I couldn't take it any longer and begged him to stop.

He stopped immediately, rolled next to me on the bed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. With the strength I had left, I pulled him up to me and kissed him. "I never want you to stop doing that to me," I gasped. I held him close to me, pressing his face against my breasts while I recovered. "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked.

"Why?" asked James.

"Because I want to thank her personally," I responded truthfully.

"It's not a her," James informed me. It's a composite of several experiences, each one different. All I do is find the right place and technique for each of them."

"You better have a good memory for me," I told him.

We slept together for the first time that night. We made love twice during the night and woke early in the morning. I was out of bed peeing before dawn and moved James out of the bed when I returned. "What's going on?" he sleepily asked.

"Mom and dad are coming home this morning and I don't know how soon. I need to wash the sheets and remake our beds before they get here," I explained.

"Does that mean we're not going to, you know, again?" asked James.

"If you mean are we going to fuck again this morning, I hope so but only if we are all square and ready for our parents to get home," I stated.

I stripped James' bed and he stripped mine. We met in the laundry room with the sheets and I started the washing machine. I headed for our parents shower to ensure its condition while James began to get breakfast started. Then I picked up our clothing in the living room. I found everything except my panties. I put what I had in the hamper in our bathroom and headed for the kitchen and breakfast making a mental note to search the living room again for my panties.

James had started the coffee maker, set the table, and poured orange juice. James was searching the refrigerator for breakfast options. He had found bagels, cream cheese, and was considering bacon for bagel, cream cheese, and bacon sandwiches. "Have a seat," I told him. "We have time for a real breakfast.

I scrambled a half dozen eggs, microwaved James' bacon and toasted his bagels. He poured the coffee and we sat down for a much-needed meal. I was chewing on a bite of my bagel when I realized that neither of us had bothered to put on clothing. Suddenly, sitting at the family kitchen table totally naked seemed to have crossed some line.

"James," I said. "We're sitting at the family kitchen table totally naked. Doesn't that seem like we've taken things a bit too far?"

James laughed. "Lori," I said. "We've been having sex in the living room, both our bedrooms and mom and dad's shower and you're concerned that eating breakfast nude in the kitchen is 'a bit too far?'"

"When you put it that way, it's the most natural thing in the world," I laughed. "But, as soon as we finish breakfast we need to put on some clothing. Something that mom and dad would expect."

We finished breakfast near eight in the morning, cleaned up the dishes and put away the unused cream cheese and bagels. I wiped the table and the chair I had been seated on. I moved the sheets to the dryer and we went upstairs to get showered and dressed. The shower over our tub was too small for meaningful play. James showered first and I followed when he finished. When I slid back the shower curtain, James was leaning back against the counter with a sly grin and slowly stroking his erection. "Really?" I asked.

"Not if you don't want to," said James.

"Oh, I want to," I confirmed. "But the beds are unmade. Where did you have in mind?"

In response, James moved over to me and kissed me. "Where is not important," he said. "What is."

He kissed me again, lifted me up with his hands under my ass and sat me on the bathroom counter. He rubbed his erection between my labia.

"Here?" I laughed. "In the bathroom. On the counter. It's not how I would define making love."

"It's not making love," James commented. "It's sex." He pushed his erection between my labia and entered me. It felt surprisingly wonderful. Not what I expected. Not love. Something different.

James fucked me for the first time on the counter in the bathroom. My orgasm wasn't as powerful as those last night but it was an orgasm. James came inside me again. When he moved from between my legs, I dripped fluids on the counter and the bathroom floor.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"James," I said seriously. "I prefer making love but we can do that again as often as you want. We're not always going to be in the perfect place for prolonged love making and I want sex more often than that. Maybe not in the bathroom, but wherever we can manage a quick encounter in a safe environment. It's still good."

James smiled. "It does open a plethora of opportunities doesn't it?" he asked.

"It does," I agreed. "Especially if I don't wear panties around the house."

James laughed. "I guess short skirts would be inappropriate," he said.

"Sometimes," I responded and stepped back into the shower.

Mom and dad walked into the house about ten thirty. The beds were made and everything was in order. We greeted them and asked if they enjoyed the party. Mom offered a sly smile. "I enjoyed the after party more," she commented.

"Helen!" dad responded and headed upstairs.

Mom watched dad walk up the stairs. "Don't mind him," she said. "He enjoyed it as much as I did." She started up the stairs after dad.

The first game of the day went on at eleven. James and I watched our local team hopelessly try to keep up with their east coast competition. Dad joined us at half time and mom a short time later. After the game, I excused myself to take an afternoon nap. Mom headed for the kitchen for something for lunch. James told me later that dad commented on how mom had been unusually happy all night and he also needed a nap. Alone, James came upstairs to get his own nap.

I lay on my bed, wondering if using James as a bridge to get to JC was still a reasonable goal. I hadn't expected having sex with James would be so emotional and satisfying. Did I still need to have sex with JC?

I rationalized that the answer was yes. James and I could never be a permanent arrangement and it was unfair to either of us to limit our sexual relationships to just us. I needed JC and others. James needed other women. Hopefully, we'd discover our soul mates and permanent relationships that way. I had settled on continuing to focus on JC and considering how I might approach the problem with James when my bedroom door opened.

Mom dropped my panties on the floor. "I thought you weren't going to let it go too far," she said and closed the door.

I picked up my panties. They were the ones I had worn the night before and couldn't find in the living room. "Shit," I thought. Mom was clearly making a number of probably correct conclusions and I was going to have an uncomfortable conversation with her. James knocked on my bathroom door a few minutes later. "I heard mom at your door," he said. "What was that all about?"

I held up my panties. "Mom found these in the living room."

"The ones you were wearing last night?" James asked.

"The same," I agreed. "I'm not looking forward to a conversation with mom."

"I can understand that," James said. "Let me know if I can help in any way. At least it won't happen again?"

"What won't happen again?" I asked dreading that he was referring to having sex with me.

"That is unless you go back to wearing panties," he smiled.

I laughed and threw my panties at him. He caught them easily. "I think I put these somewhere in my bedroom where mom is sure to find them," he threatened.

"Don't you dare," I threatened in return. He left my room taking my panties with him.

Hesitantly, I wandered down to the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the table with a glass of ice water. Without a word, she pushed out another chair with her foot. I sat on the chair and waited. It took several painful minutes but, eventually, mom spoke. "You and James were alone Saturday night?" she asked.

"We were," I responded keeping my words to a minimum to reduce the probably of saying something that would make things worse.

"You didn't have one of you boy friends over?" she asked.

"No."

"And neither did James?"

"No."

"Then, those panties I found behind the sofa were yours?"

"They were."

"I assume they were on the floor and not covering your ass for a reason."

I assumed I was in deep shit. I'd never heard mom use vulgar language. I nodded silently and looked down to demonstrate my humiliation.

"How was he?" mom asked.

My head popped up at the sudden change in the conversation.

"How was who?" I asked.

"James, of course," clarified mom. "I assume you didn't take off your panties to play Tiddlywinks."

I smiled. I couldn't help it. "What the hell is Tiddlywinks?" I thought. "I don't think the details are necessary," I told her.

"Good enough to do it again?" mom asked. "After all, James is his father's son."

I nodded but I tried to mentally parse her statement.

"So, what were you two doing that led to the ultimate moment?" she asked.

"Watching a movie," I told her.

"What movie?"

"Unfaithful," I told her.

"I know that one," she said. "With Diane Lane and Richard Gere?"

"That's the one."

"I can see how that movie could set the scene," mom speculated. "A deliberate choice by you?"

Caught having planned the whole evening, I just nodded again.

"Well," said mom. "What's done is done and I strongly suspect that you two will be unable to keep your panties on in the future. Here's the deal. Don't flaunt it. Neither dad nor I need to know any more than we already know. You can share a bed at night if that's what you want. Just keep the noise down. I suggest James' room since it's the farthest from our bedroom."

"Mom," I said. "I'm having trouble processing what you've just said. James and I can have sex often and you don't mind?"

"I didn't say I didn't mind," mom clarified. "I'm powerless to stop it so I have to live with it."

"Thank you," I said. "I appreciated your honestly and understanding."

"To be completely honest," mom added. "I'm envious about you with James."

"Mom! James is your son," I declared.

"Lorelei! James is your brother," she responded. She stood up, handed me a brochure, and left the kitchen. I looked quickly at the brochure. It was for an over-the-counter birth control pill.

James was sitting on my bed when I returned to my bedroom. "You're still breathing," he commented.

"Breathing and smiling," I commented.

"Should I pack my suitcase?" James asked.

"Just the opposite," I set him as ease. "You may have company overnight."

"That sounds intriguing," he responded. "Care to elaborate?"

"It's simple. Mom figured it out and she's willing to live with it," I told him.

"She's willing to live with us having sex?" he asked.

"She is as long as we keep it on the down low. She suggested we use your room overnight since it the farthest from their bedroom and keep the noise down."

"Damn," James remarked. "Do you want to celebrate?"

"I do," I answered happily. In your room and it's the last time until at least Thursday."

"Why Thursday?" James asked.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the pharmacy and get Opill. It's a daily over the counter birth control and it needs at least forty-eight hours to become effective."

James headed for the bathroom door. "See you on the other side," he said.

Thursday night, James and I slept together in his bed. I trusted the information that came with the Opill medication. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday we used condoms.

I was lying comfortably in James' arms early Friday morning. "James," I said softly.

"What?" he whispered.

"Have you ever had thoughts about mom?" I asked.

"What kind of thoughts?"

"You know, sexual," I explained.

"She's my mother. It would be totally inappropriate," he answered.

"I'm your sister," I reminded him. 'Is it that different?"

"I think it is," James said. "But, I have had thoughts."

"What kind of thoughts?" I asked.

"You know, sexual. I've wondered what she would look like naked, how her breasts might feel and even what it would be like in bed with her," James admitted. "Why do you ask?"

"I think mom has had thoughts about you," I revealed.

"She said that to you?" he asked.

"Not in so many words but based on comments by her and dad she's active sexually and she did express some envy about me with you," I explained.

"Do you think she might?" James asked.

"I don't think so," I discouraged him. "I think her relationship with dad is all she needs."

The next week was the best week of my life. My relationship with James deepened as we experimented with each other, discovered what we liked, didn't like, and couldn't get enough of.

It took about a week before thoughts about JC returned and I remembered why I initiated a sexual relationship with James. James and JC were scheduled to play at the local pub Saturday evening and JC came over Friday afternoon to practice. Consistent with my improved relationship with James, I helped him set up the garage on Friday. I was still in the garage when JC arrived. James introduced us. JC said "Hi," and shook my hand. The size of his hand reminded me about my imagined size of the rest of his body parts.

I hung around while they practiced, applauded when it seemed appropriate and helped pack up when they were done. JC paused at the door on the way out. "Lori," he said. "Why don't you drop by the pub tomorrow evening and watch us. I'd like your opinion on how we're doing."

I moved into James' room that night and we had happy sex.

Saturday, I helped James load his car and rode with him to the pub. I helped him unload and set up the equipment. I was sitting at the side of the performance area slowly sipping a beer when JC arrived. He put what he was carrying in front of the microphone and walked over to me. "Hey, Lori," he said. My heart fluttered.

"Do you need help with any equipment?" I asked.

"Nah. I've got it. Thanks for the offer," he replied.

JC walked to the bar, spoke with the barmaid and pointed to me. Then he went back outside and returned with two additional cases of equipment.

James and JC were ready to go at eight o'clock. The pub was almost completely full and I was on my second beer brought to me by the bar maid as soon as my first beer was empty.

James and JC started on time. The patrons in the pub were silent within ten seconds as they listened to the music. I my opinion, they played even better than the previous day during their rehearsal. I had heard them twice before in the pub but this time they were on another plane. The applause in the pub as they finished their first tune was loud and energetic. There were even a few cheers and whistles.

They played until nine-fifteen, took a thirty-minute dinner break, and played again until eleven. The quality of their performance never varied and the audience was appreciative after every song. James and JC sat with me during their break. I told them I thought they were "on fire." JC thanked me for my input and kissed me on the cheek.

By eleven, when James and JC were done, I'd had drunk five beers and peed twice. I offered to help them, especially JC, load their equipment in their cars. I wish I had worn panties. My thighs were sticking together in anticipation as I walked some of the heavy equipment outside.

I stood with JC beside his car when everything was loaded. I gave him my best doe-eyed look as we considered his next move. James was waiting patiently next to his car. I arrived with him and he expected me to leave with him. JC looked at me and took a breath. I held my breath hoping desperately that he would ask me the right question. "Lori," he started, took another breath, and finished, "are you free for another drink?"

I counted to three, not wanting to look too anxious to have more than just another drink with him. "Sure," I said. "Where?"

"We could go to my place if that's all right with you," JC suggested.

JC may never know how "all right" that was. "Why not?" I commented. "What do I have to lose?" "Just my bra and the rest of my clothes," I thought.

I waved to James and got into JC's car. I watched James drive away. He didn't look pleased. JC got behind the wheel and we were on the way. It was a short drive. On the way JC made excuses for his place. He explained that it was a small, one bedroom, apartment. The way he said "bedroom" made my heart flutter.

He lived on the second floor in a garden apartment complex that was only a fifteen-minute walk from my parent's house. We got out of the car and I opened the rear door intending to help him move his equipment up to his apartment. "Leave it there," he said. "It'll be safe overnight." That was fine with me. JC would bring the only equipment I was interested in upstairs with him.

JC unlocked the door to the apartment. It opened on a landing at the bottom of a flight of stairs and a door on the right. There was another landing at the top of the stairs with another door on the right side. I waited while he opened the door and let me enter. We were in a small living room with a sofa, one side chair, a coffee table, and a television table with a 77-inch television. "Have a seat," he offered. "I'll get us a couple of beers."

I sat on the sofa. JC went into a tiny kitchen and returned with two domestic beers in long neck bottles. He offered me one and sat next to me. We clinked bottles and sipped our beers. I took a small sip. JC managed the largest sip I'd ever seen. It was apparent to me that he was more nervous than I was. I determined that, if I wanted things to develop as I wanted them to, then I would have to lead.

I put my beer on the table and took his free hand in both of my hands. "JC, you have no idea how much I appreciate you inviting me here. I've been hoping for this moment for a long time."

JC exhaled and visibly relaxed. I believed he got the message. To be sure, I leaned over to him and kissed him gently on the lips. Nothing aggressive. Just a confirmation of my intentions if he wanted to pursue them.

He seemed unable to move. I took the bottle of beer from his hand, put it on the table and kissed him again. My tongue touched his lips and he opened his mouth slightly. That was all I needed. I pressed my tongue between his lips and against his teeth. He opened his mouth further and I pushed my tongue against his tongue. He pushed back and his tongue followed my tongue back into my mouth. We began a back and forth, mouth to mouth, movement of our tongues.

JC still wasn't taking the lead. I took one of his hands in mine and pressed it against my breast. I squeezed my breast with both of our hands and withdrew my hand. His hand remained on my breast but didn't squeeze it. I moved my hand to his groin and squeezed what I found there. JC's body tensed slightly, relaxed, and he squeezed my breast.

Encouraged, I worked to unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. I slipped my hand inside, found his testicles, and gently fondled them. JC seemed to be barely conscious. I leaned back and began to remove my clothing. I didn't have much. I unbuttoned my dress, slipped my arms out and let it fall around my waist. A few seconds later, my bra was resting on the table. JC's eyes were wide as he viewed my breasts. A good sign.

I stood up. My dress fell around my feet. I kicked the dress aside and sat beside JC again. JC was in the moment. Without prompting, he placed his hand on the inside of my thigh and slid it up slowly. He rotated his hand and cupped my mons, his fingers resting alongside and between my labia. I closed my eyes and pressed against his hand. He pushed back, curled his finger, and slipped it slightly inside me.

I began to unbutton his shirt. Unexpectedly, he used both hands to help me. Not what I wanted. He'd started my engine but left it idling. I shook off my disappointment and worked on his clothing. His shirt landed on the table next to my bra. He stood up, I finished loosening his pants and pushed them to the floor. I knelt in front of him and added his boxer shorts to the pants at his feet.

I didn't see what I had expected. For a split second, I thought he didn't have a penis. Then I saw it. If I'm being generous, it was about three inches long and tucked tightly in the folds of his groin and hardly wider than my finger. I freed his penis from its hiding place and controlled my disappointment for the second time, convincing myself that JC was a grower, a man whose penis grows larger with attention.

Attention was what I was determined to give it. I leaned in and took his penis in my mouth. My nose was buried in his pubic hair and had about an inch of his penis between my lips. JC trembled with my attention and his legs seemed to weaken. I was encouraged.

JC sat on the sofa. I remained between his legs and focused my attention on growing his erection. Ten minutes later, I was still focused, JC's hips were twitching and his penis was hard but not larger. I realized that my imagination based on the size of his body parts that I could see did not apply to his body parts that I couldn't see. I began to search for a reason to back away from the situation but I was in too deep and there was no reasonable exit.

While I was pondering my future, JC reached out, lifted me up and stood in front of me. He turned us around, pushed me gently back on the sofa and settled between my legs. JC understood the message I had been trying to communicate and he was going to fuck me. It was a situation of my own doing and I steeled myself to follow through. "What damage could he do?" I asked myself.

JC pressed his groin against my groin and slid around until he was satisfied. I was unsure if he was actually inside me as he began to pump his hips rhythmically against me. I realized he must have been when he suddenly pushed hard against me, stiffened up and I felt his warm semen leaking from me, down to my rectum and drip on the sofa.

JC rolled off me and stretched out on the sofa with his eyes closed and breathing heavily. There was only one way to end this experience kindly. I knelt next to him, kissed him, and whispered in his ear, "Thank you."

I stood up, separated my clothing from his and began to dress. JC looked at me. "Leaving so soon?" he asked.

"I have to go," I explained. "I don't want James to worry about me. He tends to be an overprotective brother and I don't want his concern for me to interfere with his relationship with you."

JC considered what I said. "I get it," he replied. "Maybe some other time?" he asked.

"I can't promise anything," I told him. "None of us can predict the future."

I finished dressing and headed for the door. JC followed me. I wanted to leave him feeling good about himself. With his problem, he must have had difficult relationships in the past and I understood his initial reluctance. I kissed him and left. I looked back when I reached the bottom of the steps. He was standing naked at the top of the stairs. I waved and he waved back.

I walked home in the dark. My thoughts were unsettled and I had a tear in my eye. I didn't know if it was for me or JC.

When I got home, James was waiting for me in the darkened living room. I walked toward him. When he saw me, he asked, "Are you all right?"

I sat next to him. "Hold me," I whispered.

James wrapped his arms around me. Silently, I let my tears drip on his shoulder until my feelings calmed. I lifted my head. James was looking at me. "I'm okay," I told him.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Not much," I shared.

"That's not what I expected when you left the pub with him," James replied. "I got the idea you were on the hunt and he was the prey."

"I was and he was," I admitted.

"Then you fucked him?" asked James.

"I don't know," I said honestly.

"How could you not know?" asked James obviously confused by my answer.

"I probably shouldn't share this with you," I told him, "but JC is ill equipped to have sex."

"He couldn't get an erection?" James concluded.

"No. He managed one but I've seen larger erections when baby sitting and changing diapers," I explained.

"How did that work out?" James asked.

He bumped against me until he came. He thought he came inside me. I felt his semen dripping between my cheeks," I described.

"Oh," James mumbled. "If I had known I would have told you," he said.

"It's not something you would know about him and I'd appreciate it if you forgot about it immediately. He has to be self-conscious enough about it already and knowing that you know would not be good for your relationship with him," I requested.

James held me tightly in his arms. I curled up against him and put my arms around his body. We cuddled like that for several minutes. I kissed his shoulder. "James, take me to bed," I whispered.