Southern Cumfort Pt. 02

All characters engaged in sex acts are eighteen or older.

Strange as it was, being awoken by late night thunder was a comfort. A flash of light, then I would instinctively count, then the rumble would hit. Less than a mile. A couple more flashes and a couple of rumbles, the rain and wind roaring out on the veranda. There would be storms like this occasionally in Massachusetts. Those nights were cold and harsh. Southern storms in the steamy night that were easier, gentler. The air was thick with warmth.

Back when we were younger, storms like this would scare the hell out of Flora. She would go to mom first and then after Mom would inevitably shoo her out of the bedroom she would come to me. Only once did she make the mistake of coming to their bedroom when Dad was home. God she was so grown up now. I started to get a little hard thinking about her and what she would be wearing tonight. It was usually a long t-shirt and shorts. Her legs got hot at night.

I had never had thoughts about Flora like this before. Louise was a few years older, so she had started developing before me. And of course, she was skinny and flat and often made herself up in ways that just didn't look good. Not to pre-teen me with my basic tastes. That certainly changed. But Flora had always just been my little sister, my Possum. I had still been in shock that day when she had come down for lunch and we talked, her big braless tits nipping out under a flimsy t-shirt. I know she caught me staring.

Funny thing is, I felt her before I heard her. "Trip?" a little mousey voice called. I rolled over and there she was at the doorway. There was a flash and I saw her completely, a flimsy t-shirt with a curve of her belly out below, thick legs coming out of her little panties. Her hair stuck out madly around her head. She jumped and squealed with the flash.

"Possum, what are you...?" My question was cut off by the rumble of the thunder and she jumped into bed, wrapping her arms around me. Her tits pressed into me, nipples hard.

"Shit," she wailed. "Trip, just hold onto me!" I did, squeezing her tightly. Her legs came up and clamped around my middle, as if my arms and hers weren't enough to hold her steady. Her soft belly and thighs pressed into me. At that moment I realized that I was still hard from waking up, and Flora was close to touching my hardon with her leg. The lightning flashed, and there was no delay before the thunder. The lightning could have been on our property. Flora's nails dug into me.

"You're scratching me, Possum. You're still this scared of thunder?"

"Sorry, Trip, I'm-" Keeping my promise from the other day I swung my hand and slapped her ass. "Hey!"

"No more apologies," I admonished.

"Ok, s- I mean yes I understand." She kissed my cheek. "Thank you Trip. I don't know why it still scares me this much."

"Good girl. You may be a grown-up but I'm still gonna spank you if you misbehave." Flora giggled and kissed my cheek.

"I try to be good, Trip. But-" there was another bolt of lightning and a crash of thunder and she buried her face in my hairy chest. "I'm just scared, sor-" She cut herself off.

"Possum you gotta be a big girl. What did you do when I was gone?" She was eighteen, why did I want to talk to her like this? Her silence and wide eyes gave me the answer I needed. "Aww, Possum Pie," I said, feeling a sting of sadness.

"I really missed you, Trip. Five years is a long time. Louise wasn't much help when I was younger, she always teased me. And you know Mom..."

"Yeah, I know Mom. But you know Louise had a lot of stuff to deal with. Mom and Dad have never really approved of..." her being bi, her doing drugs, her being a satanist, her politics, her getting naked online, her getting tattoos, "who she was. She's got problems too."

"Louise is different now, Trip. She's... well, not exactly nice, but she 's not like she was."

"She takes care of you now?" I was incredulous.

"Kind of. I mean, not the way you used to. She knows what it's like to be scared of Mom and Dad. Maybe not scared, but she understood how I felt. I just thought that being good for Mom and Dad would get them to..." our conversation was full of pauses. I knew she was thinking love me, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Well, I love you Possum. And now I'm back. I'm here for you." I grinned as she kissed the side of my face.

"I love you too, Trip." There was another bolt of lightning and she held her breath until the thunder drew a whimper out of her. I wriggled loose of her and sat up. "Trip, no!"

"Possum, relax. I know just what you need." In the dark room I hoped the tent I was pitching in my boxers wouldn't show as I got up to my microfridge. A sliver of light advanced across the floor as I opened. Flora was back on the bed completely under the covers, curled into the fetal position. Poor girl. I mixed some rum with Coke and ice in two plastic cups. It was too dark to see how much of each I had mixed, and I relied on my bartender's instincts to make the drinks. Mine was pungent and potent when I took a sip.

The ice rattled in the drinks as I came over to the bed. I pulled the covers back, Flora's wide eyes making her look like her namesake. "Come on, sit up and drink this."

"Is it alcohol?" She eyed the drink dubiously.

"Don't tell me you've never drunk?"

"A little, but I don't like it," she wrinkled her nose. "It doesn't taste good." I handed her the drink and she sniffed it. "How much did you put in?"

"Just try it. It will help you calm down," I smiled.

"I don't need it, I have clonazepam in my room." She still took the drink.

I took a sip of my own drink and tried not to make too much of a face. Then I sat down next to her, and put my hand on her back, rubbing circles. The muscles in her back were so tense, attesting to her fear. "Just take a sip, Possum." She did, and made a face. "Good girl, now have some more, it will settle you a little. You're so tense."

"Sor- ok, Trip." She took a bigger sip.

"I'm here, Possum Pie. You're safe." I stroked her hair, then she jumped again as thunder crashed outside. Tilting my cup up, I half-drained it. Definitely strong. Oh well, it wasn't like getting drunk was going to hurt her. For a couple of moments we sat, the only sound was the rain crashing on the roof, and as her cup drained she jolted less and less from the thunder. "You're as skittish as Glitterhoof," it was her favorite horse.

The ice in her drink clinked as it shifted. "It's not so bad after you get used to it," she said.

"The drink or the thunder?" I asked.

"I guess both," she gave me a weak smile.

"When did you drink before?" I asked.

Her hazel eyes shone in the dark. "Louise got me some beer a couple of times. She invited me to hang out with her and some of her friends. She's been trying, Trip." Flora tipped her glass and drained it. "This is much better than beer. What is it?"

"It's rum and Coke. Anything's better than beer." Despite my experience with endless beer bartending in St. Croix, I remained loyal to liquor and wine. I finished mine too.

"Can I have another?" she asked, smiling now.

Though it didn't quite feel right, I couldn't think of a reason why not. Two strong drinks would affect her if she wasn't a regular drinker. Never one for thinking too much, or saying no to my Possum, I got up to made us both another drink. Approaching my desk, I remembered something. Surreptitiously, I took out a little box and poured the drinks. I considered making the drinks not as strong this time, but I figured we could both use it.

When I came back to the bed I turned on the light on my bedside table. Flora looked startled, and my insides lurched again seeing her. Her tits rose and fell with her deep breaths, her nipples and so prominent she might as well not have anything covering them. Thick creamy legs stuck out the side of the bed. My Possum was a lady now, I still couldn't believe it. Her freckled cheeks spread with her smile. With the drinks on the bedside table I handed her the box.

She took it, but stared at it as if she didn't know what to do with it. "Come on, goofball, open it," I said.

Gingerly, she titled the little lid and her gift sparked. It was a little silver possum holding her birthstone, a blue topaz, and mine, a ruby in each paw. There was a fine chain for her to wear it around her neck. Her jaw dropped. "It's our-"

"Our birthstones," she said.

I grinned like an idiot. "Yeah. Now we can always be together." I reached up inside her shirt and felt the bare, supple skin of her back.

"Oh, Trip!" her voice quavered and a tear streamed down her cheek. She turned and enveloped me in her arms, and smashed her face into me again. I had been sure this would make her happy, and I didn't know what to say. Within seconds it wasn't just a tear or two, her whole body was shaking with big, crybaby tears. She heaved and she moaned and her snot, slobber, and tears ran down my belly.

"Possum, hey," I tried to soothe her.

Her words came out slurred by her sobs and the rum. "You don't know what it was like, Trip. I've been so alone. Mom doesn't care, Dad hates me. Louise tries, but she's not you." There was nothing I wished more than to tell her she was wrong. "You know how hard it is for me to make friends. They think I'm weird! No one will talk to me except online. You're all I ever had!"

"Shh, Flora... shh, I'm here." It was all I could say. "I love you, ok? I'm not leaving. Five years was a long time."

"I know, but..." Her words were broken off by a string of quaking sobs. "I was scared you would never come back. You spent your summers in St. Croix. I was so scared."

"Shit, Possum. I'm so sorry." I meant it too. I never thought that being away would affect her like this. Louise or Ms. Carol would pick up the slack, or so I assumed. I decided to ask, "What about Ms. Carol?"

"Trip she retired three years ago! Mom didn't think we needed a nanny as old as me and Louise were." She looked up at me again, and agony pierced me seeing her red, anguished face. "I've been alone."

There was nothing to do but evade. "Give me that necklace, Possum." She obeyed and turned her back to me, knowing what I wanted. She pulled up her short hair and my heart skipped a beat seeing her bare neck. My fingers were almost too big for the delicate clasp, but I managed. Once I had finished, she turned, grinning. She could tell how captivated I was by her, and pulled the neck of her t-shirt down just a bit so I could see the necklace on her. Not to mention a bit of her cleavage too. That smile was such a relief, but it didn't release me from the responsibility I felt. "It looks beautiful, Possum. You look beautiful." And that was also true. Her face was held in an unselfconscious, girlish grin.

I picked our drinks up off the table. "Come on, drink and be merry," I said.

Flora took her cup and drank, swallowing it and giving a cough. "Careful, now," I said. We sat in quiet for a couple of minutes, and with my arm around her shoulder (and the rum) she didn't start one time from thunder. I don't know if she even noticed. She looked at me, and then when I looked back her eyes darted away. Her lips were bright red, even in the dark. When I looked over, her drink was mostly finished. She put it down and got up.

Flora wasn't graceful under ideal circumstances, and a couple of strong drinks had pushed her to her limit. I jumped up as she stumbled, catching her. My hand squeezed her luscious side belly. She squealed with surprise. "Possum, come on. Don't leave. What are you doing?"

"Trip, no. I gotta go pee." She tried again to put one foot in front of the other.

"Ok, wait," I said, and took her hand. She giggled with her shaky steps as I guided her to the bathroom. When we got inside I turned the light on and she saw herself in the mirror.

"Eww, Trip. I'm all red."

"Being a crybaby will do that to you," I grinned behind her and kissed her neck.

"Shut up!" She said, but she was still smiling. A loud belch escaped her throat, surprising her as much as it did me. "Ow, it burned."

"I shouldn't have let you get drunk," I said.

"I'm not drunk, am I?"

"Possum, you can't even get up and walk to the bathroom."

"Then how come you're not drunk?" She feigned anger.

"Cause I can hold my liquor. I'm buzzing anyway."

"Ok, Trip," she said and I steadied her as she moved to the toilet and dropped her panties. Her t-shirt was too long for me to see anything, but it certainly didn't stop me from imagining or getting hard. She didn't let go of my hand and I had to suppress my own laugh as she nuzzled my hand and peed. "I love you," she whispered, and kissed my hand.

"I love you too, Possum," I said and leaned down to plant a kiss on her lips. I pulled away just as her mouth started to open.

After she had gone, I escorted her back to the bed, where she sat down. I turned the light off. "Sorry about being such a crybaby earlier."

"What did you say?" There was that s-word again.

"Sorry for being a- oh oops! Sorry, Trip! I mean-" She clamped her hand over her traitor mouth. Her eyes were round, clearly visible even in the dark. "I guess," she took a deep breath, "you're gonna have to spank me."

"'Fraid so, Possum. You gotta be a good girl," ok, I was more than buzzing now.

Her white teeth shone with her nervous smile. She rolled and shakily turned over. Majestically, like the rising moon, her ass ascended before me. She got up on all fours, presenting her round fat butt to me. I could see the outline of her pussy mound through her panties.

What choice did I have? I stood up behind her, "You got a really cute butt, Flora." She giggled and wiggled, swaying her big ass back and forth. My hands closed around her cheeks, holding her still for what I had to do. Pulling my right hand back, I swung and laid into her ass, filling the room with a crack like thunder.

Flora yelped. "Ow! That was really hard!"

I rubbed the part of her ass that I had struck. "You can't be apologizing all the time Possum, it's like you feel guilty for existing."

She looked back at me. "Three," she said.

"What?"

"I said sorry three times. That means you have to spank me three times." The smile was gone, replaced dead serious expression and what I hoped weren't "fuck me" eyes.

"You sure you can take it?" My grip tightened on the cheeks of her ass and I squished her zaftig flesh between my fingers.

Her breaths were heavy in the wet night air. "I can take anything you can give me." Once more her ass wiggled.

I wound up and Flora held her breath. When my hand landed her ass jiggled with the blow and she let out a moan, actually biting her lip. "That's two, Trip," she whispered.

"Good girl," I replied, and let loose with one more blow. This time when I landed and Flora let out another squeal I left my hand there and kneaded her magnificent ass like dough. "You ok, Possum?" I asked. My hand was stinging.

"Uh-huh. I deserved it." Did she mean she deserved it as a reward rather than a punishment? "Do you really think I have a nice butt, trip?"

"Didn't I say I did?" It took every bit of effort not to pull down the waistband of her panties.

"But you're my brother. You have to say I look pretty." Her eyes glistened again.

"When have I ever lied to you?" I said. Flora gave a little shrug. "That's right. Now you have to get to bed." For a moment she turned and lay on her side, eyeing the door. She would be ok on her own, and drunk as she was, she would probably pass right out with a hangover tomorrow.

Her face begged, though, and frankly I didn't want to see her leave. The thought of having her in bed with me, my hands full of her warm flesh, made me glad the lights were out and she couldn't see the throbbing boner I had. Even in the dark she was a vision of beauty. Who knew my awkward little sister would grow up to be a beautiful, albeit still awkward woman? She opened her mouth to speak, but I interrupted. "Why don't you stay here with me, Possum? I'll protect you from the scary lightning," I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Shut up, I'm not scared anymore." She lay down fully on her back now, her shirt pushed up, exposing her navel. A bead of sweat, not from the hot night, ran down my cheek. With no more words, we maneuvered next to each other, and she settled under my arm, nuzzling her face into my bare chest. Hot breath buffeted my cheek.

Of all the girls I had fucked, the ones who were serious love and those who were sport, none were like this. What had I done? Five years without the most important person in my life. She turned and her soft tits pressed into me, her legs holding me like pliers. Her thigh was just an inch away from the iron tip of my hardon. My heart pounded while my cock inflated. I melted into her, my Precious Possum.

She had earned the name a long time ago. She must have been four or five. Out on the property, late one night, she came across a possum. Ms. Carol would have tanned her hide if she caught her out so late, so she waited until everyone else had gone to bed and Mom was watching TV downstairs. The animal was over by the docks, and it must have been spooked seeing her, because it played just like its name and passed out in front of her. Smart girl that she was, even at that age, she knew what the possum was doing. Animals had always fascinated her, and she was a very advanced reader for her age. So she picked it up by the tail and brought it inside. "I wanted her to know that I was her friend," she insisted, wide-eyed, to a grumpy Mom later that night.

Knowing no one would like her bringing a wild animal into the house, she tiptoed around and got to her room, putting the possum in her closet. But when she had come back from grabbing a snack, the animal had woken up, and dashed out of the closet when she opened it. Mom's screams woke us all up. When I came down, the possum was cornered in the kitchen and its mouth was angry and open. It looked like it had a thousand teeth. Mom was screaming and Flora was crying, begging Mom not to hurt her new friend. Louise had been disturbed and refused to even come into the kitchen. But that night Ms. Carol was doing one of her overnights. The poor thing froze, mouth wide open, when she grabbed the scruff of its neck. Her deft, brave hands carried it into the back yard and it scrambled into the tall grass.

For the next few days Louise wouldn't stop calling Flora Possum. Louise was at the age where she was particularly spiteful, especially with Flora. No wonder Possum still felt weird around her after all these years. Well, one day Flora came crying for me to make Louise stop. I couldn't make Louise do anything. No one could. So I tried to make it cute. I tickled her and kissed her. The next day I got Byron to take me to the toy store to get her a possum plushie. When she saw it she was shocked and I could tell she was on the edge of crying, but when she heard me call her Possum and had her new toy, the name had turned around. Louise stopped calling her that when it became clear it didn't bother her anymore. I never did.

Within a few minutes I was sound asleep, dreaming about what I had missed.

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Simultaneously slippery and sticky, I woke up. It was like this at home, you never felt completely dry here. I was hot too. Then I realized what had woken me up. Flora's hands were all over me, running through the hair on my chest, almost touching my cock.

"Possum, you need to go to sleep," I rasped, my blood already thrumming through me. I always woke up hard, and Flora seemed on the verge of taking advantage of it.

She kissed the side of my head, then my neck, then my chest. "I want to show you what you've been missing." Her voice was distorted with booze and emotion. It was still dark and pouring outside. "I'm not a little girl anymore."

I moaned, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. Instead, she turned her head and our lips locked. She was quick, and lanced out her tongue, pushing through my lips. My resistance held for only a second before capitulating, and I met her lick for lick. We pressed our faces together, and I felt the dripping softness inside her.

Not to be outdone, I clutched her in my arms. I started at her belly, which I wanted so badly to touch since I first saw it. My hand closed, gripping a roll of her sweet flesh. I kneaded her like fresh dough. She quavered with the pressure of my grasp. "You were my fantasy the whole time you were gone," she cooed. "You feel so good."

My hand moved up inside her shirt, and squeezed her big, pillowy tit. It was just as sweet as her belly, and my thumb twirled around her large, rock hard nipple. "Fuck, Trip," she said.

"You feel good too, Possum," I pinched and tugged her nipple and her body quivered. Never had I felt desire this strong. It was like my love and care for her was colliding with my lust for her delicious curves. It was everything I wanted, the perfect way to show her how I felt. My head still swam with the rum we had drunk.

"I want you so bad, Trip. I want you to be my first, I don't care if you're my brother," she said between kisses.

And what would this do to her? She said she had wanted this so bad, but she was quite drunk. She couldn't even make it to the bathroom on her own. My hands, on their own accord, moved down to her ass, and clutched her cheeks, coming so close to her crack, hotter and wetter than to storm outside. I knew that I could do anything I wanted, that even the kinkiest, most disgusting fantasies I had could be realized. She would just go along because she was... her. But how would she feel after this?

I had never fucked a girl who was drunk. Even when I had brought Nicole, the mind bendingly gorgeous track star of the school back to her dorm I wouldn't. She had fallen on her bed, and begged me to fuck her with slurred words. When her clothes came off, she was fit, streamlined, and small-breasted, an amazon goddess. The opposite of Flora, really, but majestic in her own way, a Greek marble sculpture.

But I had refused, not even staying the night. I had wanted to fuck her so bad, and I had jerked off with a rapturous orgasm when I got back to my apartment. The next time I saw her we exchanged awkward greetings, but I never had the chance again.

"Possum, hey," I said, my own words broken up by our tropical kisses.

"Trip, I need your cock inside of me. Please. I want you to fuck me. I want you to be my first."

There it was again. Her first time would be with her brother while she was blind drunk. I had fooled around with family before. Who hasn't? Well, I had done quite a bit more than fool around with my cousin Glad in St. Croix, so that ship had sailed for me. But I needed to take care of my Possum. "You're drunk, Possum."

"No, I've sobered up. I know what I want, Trip." Her tone was pleading. As if to contradict herself, she let out a belch, fresh with the aroma of alcohol.

"I can't do this Possum," I said. It took a herculean effort to push her away and take my hands off her.

"Trip, no," she squealed. "Please."

"Shh, it's ok. We can just cuddle." My disappointment was as sharp as hers was. I had never wanted to fuck a girl so bad, even though it was my sister. It wouldn't be bad for me, my own degeneracy wasn't going to haunt me. It never had. But just like with Nicole, no, more than with Nicole, I couldn't do this to her.

"This is our chance," her eyes were shining with tears now. "Please. There's no one else I want. I love you so much, Trip."

"I love you too, Possum Pie. And that's why we can't do this. You're drunk and it would be taking advantage." Just like I had a thousand times before, I played the big brother, giving her advice and protecting her.

"But this is our chance!' Now her words were distorted by tears too.

The fears were unspoken. She was afraid she would lose me again. It wasn't just our chance, in her fevered mind it was our only chance. "Flora, look at me. I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

She opened her mouth to respond, but all she could do was shake her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. I knew I had hurt her, and a thousand other reasons were running through her mind as to why I would reject her. "You're my sweet, beautiful Possum, Flora. You've grown up to be a gorgeous lady, and so many guys would be happy to have you."

She let out a groan between a "no" and a sob. "I've waited all this time..." One more time she pressed her face into me and covered me with tears, snot, and slobber.

I still wanted her. I wanted to tear her clothes off and lick up every bit of sweltering wetness she had. I wanted to hold her down and see how far I could push my cock into her. I wanted to feel her pussy clench around my cock and her juices drip onto the mattress, so I could smell her every time I went to bed. And I told myself there would be other chances, and just hoped that she would still want me too.

For a few minutes we lay like that, Flora getting all her drunk tears out. Even at her worst, she wasn't a basket case like this when I was still here. Finally her breath deepened and slowed, and I made a sigh of relief that she had finally dozed off. But just when I felt like I was falling under too, I heard "Trip?"

"Go to sleep, Possum," I muttered, rolling over and kissing her on the top of her head. My hand still rubbed up her doughy side, but I resisted the overwhelming urge to grope her.

"Can I just see it?" Her voice had lost that anguished edge to it, much to my relief.

"See what?" I was sure I knew what she wanted to see.

"I've never seen one before, not in person. I've wondered what yours looked like," she giggled.

"You want to see my dick?" I said. As if it had heard its name, my member started to inflate.

She giggled again, then gulped and nodded. I had spent all my willpower to not fuck her. I couldn't muster up any resistance to this, but what was the harm? "I guess so, Possum," I said.

Pushing the covers off me, I put my fingers in the waistband of my boxers. Flora's gaze was hungry, and she was holding her breath. I pulled down a little, showing the top of my pubes, but not my shaft yet. Her eyes flicked from my face to my cock. For a few seconds she held my gaze. "Trip, stop teasing me!" The smile on her face was worth it.

With a single, rapid motion, I slid my boxers off, and my cock bounced up like a diving board. Flora gasped in delight and at that exact moment a bolt of lightning struck nearby, illuminating my member and rumbling. I laughed at the absurdity of it. "You're so hard," she whispered.

"I usually wake up hard, Possum." I hadn't been asleep enough to be fully hard. She didn't need to know how much of my boner was her fault.

"It's big too. I've seen dicks in porn, and I have a few dildos. It looks really nice, Trip. Handsome." Her face was completely sincere. What man didn't like praise heaped on his cock, even if it was from his little sister?

She reached forward, and I caught her hand. "Possum, that's far enough." This time she didn't argue.

For a few seconds she lay there gaping at my cock, damn near salivating. I wanted so badly to feed it to her, for her mouth to close around my head. IN my mind's eye I could see my cock disappearing into her mouth and then she would lick up every sweet drop of her beloved big brother's cum afterward. Someday, hopefully, I would feed my sweet sister my hot, sticky load.

"I want to do something, Trip," she said. I guess there wasn't much hope of getting a good night's sleep. "You'd do anything for me, right?"

I laughed. "Just tell me what you want."

"Can I... touch myself? You know, masturbate while I look at your cock?" She was grinning like a fool now, her teeth shining in the dark.

"Flora..."

"Please, Trip! I promise I'll go to bed after."

Sighing, I said, "Of course you can, Possum Pie. I love you."

She said nothing more, and slid her finger down into her panties. Her head rested under my arm, and I held her tight while she teased her steaming pussy. A look of focus entered her face, and I knew she was tracing her slick lips. With a little sigh she penetrated herself. "I'm rubbing my clit now," she said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to tell your brother. "I knew about my clit even before you left." Her body undulated as she strummed her little button.

For once, I had no idea what to say. My naked cock was out, and the tip was slick and shining with precum. I resisted the urge to touch myself. She quickened her pace, and her body vibrated next to me. "I like to edge myself, and then I cum harder." Her face was a mask of ecstacy, and she kept her eyes on my silhouetted member. "And there's two different kinds of orgasms I can give myself. The one rubbing my clit is different from my g-spot. I found it too. Sometimes I think about you when I cum, Trip."

"Good girl," I said. I knew she would like to hear it.

"I want to show you that I can be a bad girl, Trip. Just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean I don't get horny." Her fingers quickened and she started to push her head back. "Fuck, I'm getting close," she hissed. Under her t-shirt her big tits jiggled with her strokes.

She held her breath, then with a groan she let out a series of short, rapid breaths. "Oh my God, I'm cumming Trip!"

"Come on, Possum, cum for your big brother!" I moaned, fully caught up with her.

Her body wiggled and waved, and she pushed her pussy up into the air, tensing her butt muscles. A strangled gargle came out of her mouth. She grinded and she gurgled, bowing her back so she came up off the bed. A little trilling squeal came out of her. After a moment her body settled down, coming to rest right next to me. "God damn that was nice," she whispered to me, and kissed my cheek. "That was my clit, now I'm gonna make my g-spot cum."

"I'm so proud of my girl," I said.

Her arm shifted, and her hand moved further inside her. There was another gasp just like before. "Fuck, it's so deep," she moaned. She was so wet now that her hand was making squelching sounds inside her pussy. I hoped that one day my cock would be making sounds like that. "Such a handsome cock," she huffed, then tilted her head back like before.

Her chest heaved with her fevered breath and she let out little whimpers. "It's never felt like this before. It's 'cause you're here," she said. Again I didn't know how to respond.

With obscene squishing she pumped her hand inside her, touching that spot that I hoped to find on my own. Like before her breath quickened. "Gonna cum again, Trip! Love you."

"I love you too, Possum. Now cum for me like a good girl." That was apparently all it took to make her body thrum and vibrate. Her hips pumped and she convulsed. This orgasm was clearly more intense than the last.

"Fuck, Trip!" she wailed and her hips rose. Where her face had been on me was soaked with sweat and slippery. Her body thrashed with her deep, fevered breaths. Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, she squeezed her eyes shut. She gave a few last gasps and moans and then came to rest. "Thank you, Trip," she whimpered. Her chest heaved with her breath.

"I didn't do anything. That was all you." I was telling myself as much as her.

"You have a handsome cock, thanks for letting me enjoy it even if you won't fuck me," she said, her face content. Hopefully those orgasms had settled her a little. She brought her hand out of her panties and sniffed it. "I always do," she said, avoiding eye contact. "I worry about how it smells. Like I wonder if it smells weird compared to other girls." She may well have shouted her implicit request. I was beyond thrilled, of course.

"Let me see, Possum." I took her wet hand and pulled it to my nose. Her magical aroma flooded me. It was earthy with a tinge of sweet. Every girl has her own unique bouquet, and she was no different. "You smell like you look, Possum. Delicious." To her shocked expression, I licked her finger.

--

The next couple of days Flora was shy around me. She spent her days in the library reading or out on the property looking for bugs. "It's a good year for black swallowtails," she called as she headed out the back door. Most of my knowledge of insects was secondhand from her, but I knew that these were the bright black white and yellow ones that would stick these little "horns" out of their head when you picked them up. They smelled weird and had a scientific name, but I could never remember. I found out too through Flora to never touch the fuzzy tan puss moth caterpillars when she went screaming to the hospital after she made that very mistake.

It bugged me that she keeping her distance. So was she embarrassed at how she had come on to me and thought I would judge her for it? Or was she revolted by her own behavior trying to fuck her own brother? Either way, she did her own thing.

Wilson, the groundskeeper, told me that Dad was in California on business and Mom was in Milan. She would be meeting with her designer Marco for some new clothes. Probably fucking him too. Mom always bragged that she had the only straight fashion designer in Milan. Lousie always found comments like this obnoxious since Mom had been so nasty to her about being bi. No wonder she was such a bitch to Mom.

I could always tell when Louise was home because I could smell cigarettes. She had made herself scarce as well, being out at clubs and parties at night and then sleeping in late hungover, streaming a game, or making a video. Just like the first night I was home, she would be out all night, often fucking some guy (or girl), but she would never take them home. Louise had a lot of shame about our family, and for Mom and Dad the feeling was mutual.

Today it smelled like cigarettes, and I went into my room to get her gift. Last spring break I was in Dubai and I saw the perfect thing for her. We had gone to a shisha bar, and like I often did, I struck up a conversation with the manager. He directed me to the place that had the really nice shishas, the kind that the locals would use. I picked one out that was purple with a brass frame and silver filigree, a real work of art. It was nearly three feet tall, with a little cup for the tobacco at the top. I had picked up some mint and peach tobacco along with some of the special charcoal they made just for shishas. I figured Louise would be happy sharing with me.

Carrying the shisha with me, I went down the hall to her room. There was a song playing. It was a high tempo upbeat techno song that I didn't recognize. I turned around when I reached her door, knowing that if there was loud music she might be doing a video or stream. But the door was open a crack and my curiosity got the better of me.

Inside she was holding her phone in front of her, taking pictures and preening in front of her mirror. She was dressed as Aerith from Final Fantasy VII. It was a fantastic likeness, the understated pink dress with a red vest. Her wig was just right, right down to the rope braid and long bangs. It was a good fit for her face too, she was more cute than beautiful. Her doe eyes made her almost too cute for the part, but I knew better than to tell her. She had covered up her tattoos and almost looked wholesome.

That is, until she lifted her dress up. She had no panties on, and she showed her little round ass, tilting her hips to make it stand out more. The tamer pics would go on Darkroom under her username, Bleed4Me666, but I didn't know if she had a SmutShrine account. She had to have one with pics like this. A costume like that wouldn't look out of place at DeepCon, either. As skinny as she was, her ass was round and toned, and as far as I knew, completely natural. What an ass! I got hard thinking about spreading her apart and doing all kinds of deviant things. Incestuous thoughts slid off my back, ever since the thing with Glad, and almost with Flora. I felt pleasantly deviant about both. Why not perv on Louise too?

She photographed her naked ass in various stages of tilt and spread, a couple of times just enough to show the mound of her pussy. Her legs were long and thin. Though she didn't like to talk about it, the home gym belonged to her, and she worked hard to keep her body looking like it did. Now she bent, her pussy and asshole on full display from behind. Never had I been so happy for a mirror. Hardly something a sweet girl next door like Aerith would do, but that was the point.

Getting into the rhythm of the music, she stood back up, letting her dress drop and swaying her hips. She picked up Aerith's staff and tried various poses with it. Then she unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of the dress. Her tits were too small to show cleavage. Indeed, she was almost flat chested. Louise had always been sensitive about how her boobs looked. One of her biggest fights with Mom was when she gifted Louise a boob job for her sixteenth birthday. At the time I hadn't realized this was a calculated move on Mom's part to punish Louise. Mom was a master at that kind of thing. This was shortly after she got the black widow tattoo on her collarbone. But what could you do? That was Mom.

As far as I could tell, putting pictures online had been good for her. Her gang of gooners on Darkroom showered her with praise. And really, she deserved it. She was just as beautiful as Flora was in her way. She couldn't hide her pride and happiness that time I looked at her profile and all the horny comments she got. And yes, guys complimented her tits too. They went crazy for the first bikini pic she posted. I certainly didn't blame them. She had a streamlined, petite body, her little boobs making her look like an elf or forest nymph.

All that had been before I left, when my thoughts about her body made me nervous. My time with Glad in St. Croix had banished that fear of my own sexuality and I was glad to be free of it. Now, seeing her in front of me, my internal thermostat rose and my cock began to stiffen. She spread the top of her dress some more, and the subtle curves of her breasts started to show. Swaying her chest back and forth, she frowned. Flora would have looked damn hot shaking her tits like this. Of course Flora was mortified to even have pictures of her face online.

Louise rolled her shoulders and the red vest fell back. My heart quickened, excited at where this looked to be going. I had never seen Louise's naked tits before, and now I sure as hell wanted to. I wanted to see what all those sluts and fuckboys she spread her legs for had to play with. Two sluts in a pod. She gave the camera a smile, the kind she could just put on regardless of how she felt. Her fingers fumbled with two more buttons, and after a few hot heartbeats her tits were out, firm and petite. They were small, and came to a point at her nipples. I'll be damned if they didn't look damn sexy. Her nipples were similarly small, but prominent, just a shade darker than the rest of her skin. They were framed by one spread hand, and she tried taking pictures at multiple angles. Thoughts of twirling my tongue around her protrusive nipples invaded my mind.

It made me happy to see her like this, proud enough of her body to show it off and spice it up. But according to her face, there was something wrong. She moved away from the mirror and for a moment I thought she was going to open the door and see me. But instead she opened her microfridge and held something in her hand. I couldn't see what.

She got in front of the mirror again. My heart pounded even harder, inflating my cock like a balloon animal. It was an ice cube. The white cube circled each nipple, and she bit her lip at the sensation. Sure enough, her nipples sharpened, poking out like little tan pushpins. It was all I could do not to bust in the room and give them a lick. By the look on her face, she was happy with the result, and took more pictures.

My cock was making me impetuous, and I wanted to be in there with her, regardless of how foolish it was to think I could grope and lick her. So, hiding the shisha just outside the door, I knocked. Louise jumped, and backed away from the mirror. When she opened the door her face was cross. "What, Trip?" she snapped. The buttons of her dress were still undone, but not spread apart enough to show much.

"Just wanted to say hi, but if you're going to be bitchy I can take this nice gift somewhere else." My homecoming gifts were a tradition. "You can just go off and get run through by Sephiroth for all I care."

"Nerd," she said as she tried to hide her smile. "Fine, I guess if you have something I'm pretty much done." She opened the door and I came in. Now that she was closer I could see the skin-colored stickers he had put on her arms to cover her sleeve tattoos. I awkwardly held the shisha and its accouterments behind my back.

Her room was decorated with goth rock and posters from techno bands. Most of them I only had passing knowledge, same as bugs with Flora. Her hard wood floor was covered with rugs, including an inverted pentagram with the horned head of Baphomet in the middle. I always teased her that she was the most religious person in the family, with Mom going to church twice a year and dad being a political Supply-Side Christian. "I don't really believe in Satan, dummy," she always said. Her four poster antique canopy bed blended surprisingly well.

There were candles too, and I suspected a lot of her decor was as much for her streaming and videos as they were her personal taste. Her pride and joy, one of the models of Coraline Jones from the movie, and authentic prop, sat on her desk. That had been another of my gifts. She couldn't help but show her interest was piqued. "What the hell do you have?"

I brought the shisha and tobacco out from behind my back, Her eyes widened. "I got it in Dubai a couple of months ago. Hope you like it," I said with deliberate understatement.

"Fuck me," she said. "God damn, Trip, you didn't have to get me something like this."

"I know. But I wanted to," I said.

She turned away from me, abashed. Kindness was the arrow that always pierced her armor. True kindness, that came from true care and thoughts of her when she was gone. What she had had so little of. "Fuck, dude. You always do this to me." She sounded angry, but she was smiling.

"It's just nice to see tough old Louise squirm a little," I said. "Come on, let's fire this baby up."

She went into the bathroom to change. "This cosplay was expensive as hell and I don't want it getting dirty," she called from the bathroom. When she came back out, she was wearing a pair of black boy shorts with purple bats and a tank top, her hard nipples still protruding. She had also removed the wig. It was funny how her wild look seemed so normal to me. Mia Wallace bangs, dyed alternating black and pink over her natural blond hair. I always loved her tattoos, and her sleeves were on full display. One was of H. P. Lovecraft's monsters, with Cthulu's tentacled face at her shoulder. The other was, what else, a collage from Coraline expertly done and in color. The Other Mother, button faced, constricting her claws around Coraline. She had the Baphomet with the inverted pentagram, just like her rug, between her shoulder blades.

Louise stood in front of me, hands on hips. I looked at her long, skinny legs. "What?" she said.

"You're just pretty is all," I said.

"Dude, stop," she admonished. "Can we just smoke and spare the mushy bullshit?"

"You're the boss," I said, and unscrewed the bottom of the shisha. I went toward her bathroom.

"Hold it," she stood in front of me. "I'll fill it."

"Suit yourself," I said. She closed the door behind her. I got a couple of cushions from her bed and spread them out on the floor. There were a lot of parts to the shisha, and I wasn't quite sure what to do. The attendants had handled it all at the shisha den, and even then it looked complicated. It hadn't come with a manual either, with the assumption that whoever bought it would be fancy and experienced enough to know what to do.

A quick search online revealed a tutorial. It wasn't overly complicated, if you were familiar. I plugged in the little coil burner as Louise came in. "What's that?" she asked.

I explained, "It heats the coals up. That's how you keep it burning."

"I assumed it would just be like a bong." Louise grinned. "Boujee smoking."

"Something like that, it's an experience," I placed the coals on the burner. "They have pros that set it up. Check out the tobacco."

She took the open package in her hands and peered inside. "Smells nice. Minty. It's gooey, though."

"You'll love it. You were the first person I thought of when I went to the shisha bar in Dubai."

Louise's face was relaxed and open. She took more to open up than Flora did, since she was so prickly and defensive. She and Mom were at each other's throats before she was even a teenager and she was always the "unfavorite," no matter what she did. Though most of what she did was fight back rather than appease. I would always play the peacekeeper with her and Mom, but I eventually stopped when I realized that conflict was what they both wanted. Louise was rebellious and didn't fit in with Mom's old money southern high society. It embarrassed Mom, and she hid it by focusing on Louise's transgressions. And Louise was often more than happy to indulge her. She didn't approve of Mom's lifestyle, or the family's for that matter. I could tell she cared about the world and what people like us did to it, but she hid it as much as she could. It was all the worse that it was Mom and Dad's decadence that supported Louise and it was impossible for her to give that up. The painful irony of it certainly wasn't lost on her.

In a couple of minutes we had it all set up. The foil was over the tobacco and the coals rested on top. Louise sat and crossed her skinny legs. "You want to do the honors?" I asked, handing her the hose. She took it, and breathed it in. The shisha bubbled pleasingly and smoke billowed, flooding the translucent purple inside with white. She held her breath, trying desperately not to cough. A puff of smoke billowed out her nose, then she coughed. It wasn't the rapturous first time cough you got with weed, but her eyes were red and watering after.

"That's not how you do it," I said, stifling a laugh.

"Duh," she croaked, giving a few more coughs.

"Breathe it in slow, then breathe it out slow. It's too hot if you smoke it like a bong." I took the hose, and showed her just how to do it. The minty tobacco was simultaneously smooth and sharp. My go-to smoke was weed. It was always easy to get, though Louisiana lagged behind the rest of the country on legalization. Louise herself had introduced me. Cigarettes were a little harsh for me, but this was nice and relaxing.

She took it back, and took a smooth draw of smoke and blew it back out. Of course she would be the smoking expert once she saw how. Her sexy lips pursed as she blew. "This is nicer than a cigarette. So this is what you were doing in Dubai?"

"Pretty much. They're looser on drinking than you might think, though." For a few moments we passed the hose back and forth, filling the room with white smoke. I stood and opened the door to the veranda. The air was thick as a stew, but it wasn't raining. Again, I took the hose in my hand. It was supremely relaxing. "Hell of a cosplay," I said. "Brings back memories."

When I was little I saw her playing Final Fantasy and it fascinated me. At first I begged to join her. She wasn't having it, though. What thirteen year old girl would want her annoying little brother in her room? With enough begging she finally relented. "I really didn't think anyone else would be interested in old games, and you were having problems with reading so I figured it probably wouldn't hurt."

"I miss those times," I said.

She made a sour face. Mom and her were well into their feud by then. "Sure. I missed you being here for a long time," she said. I eyed her. "What? You act like it's weird things are different without you. You should have heard Flora when you first left for school. She cried the first night and the second one. Didn't she tell you?" I shook my head. "I guess that's like her. Sorry for taking up space."

Cocking my head, I said, "We can't all be as tough as you."

"That's not what I mean. You know how hard she tried to please Mom and Dad. You were the only one who gave her what she needed and then you were gone."

"Louise-"

"I know," she snapped. Then softer, "I know. You have to live your own life."

"I missed her. I missed you too. You're acting like I abandoned you." Another jet of fresh smoke filled my lungs.

"This is coming out all wrong. Fuck. Give me that thing," it gave her a second to think. "There's no hard feelings. I'm serious! You know you're the only one in this shitshow of a family who I can be real with. It was good for us when you were here. I don't know what it was, things were calmer, like you were the only sane one. Mom and Dad got even more scarce after you left, and Flora took a long time to warm up to me. When you told us you weren't coming back for the summer I realized that we were on our own and I tried with her." She shook her head. "I just didn't know how to talk to her. It was like she took everything I said the wrong way."

"You can't deny you were kind of mean," I said. I exhaled a cloud of smoke.

She glared. "You're the last person I expected to kick me while I'm down."

"Aren't we being real?"

"Touche. But I did try, and eventually things changed. It's hard to say sorry!" she said. "Ok, maybe not as hard for you, but you don't have as much to be sorry for." Slowly, she breathed in the smoke and exhaled. "You know Mom wouldn't let me go to a therapist? She told me the only one she would let me go to was one of the church ones. I had to pay with my own money, she still doesn't even know I go to one."

"You need an exorcist, not a therapist."

She cackled. "Fuck you!" She took out her phone and lined it up to take her picture.

"Seriously? You're going to ruin our moment with Darkroom pictures?"

"Just hold it for me. You don't know how much money I bring in from social media," she handed me her phone.

"You don't get shit from Darkroom, I know that." I took the phone anyway. "You're ok taking a pic in your underwear? You can see your nipples."

Another glare, then like she flipped a switch she grinned and held to pipe to her mouth. "You look fake," I mumbled at her, my smile testing her.

"Just take the picture, pervert," she growled through gritted teeth. He snapped a few pictures then Louise scrolled through them.

"Good enough," she said and put her phone away.

"I don't get that social media bullshit," he said.

"Then why are you on Darkroom and SmutShrine?" she retorted.

"Everyone's on Darkroom. I have to keep in touch. And how did you know I was on SmutShrine. That's not even social media, it's porn."

"I didn't know, but now I do. I'd love to see the kind of girl you perv on."

I grinned, "Every kind."

"Including your sister?"

That wasn't what I was expecting and I blurted out. "You fishing for compliments?"

She wasn't expecting that either, and her eyes went wide. "Holy shit, I didn't mean me, dude. But now that's one more thing I know about you. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"I'm all nice, I bring you this shisha, and you're gonna insult me?" I teased.

"I was talking about you and Flora. She spent the night in your room."

I puffed on the shisha. "So what? She was lonely and scared of the thunder. Just being a good brother."

"Then you don't know she has a crush on you?"

"She doesn't." My face was heating up.

Louise shook her head. "You should just go for it, dude. I see how she looks at you."

"Go for it? I practically raised her. That's fucked up."

"Don't tell me you don't want to hit that thick ass. I wouldn't mind putting my face between those cheeks myself, and I know you don't have any hangups about keeping it in the family." Her grin mocked.

My eyes were wide. I had no idea anyone knew about me and Glad. That had to be what she meant. Fuck me. Who else knew? "What do you mean?" I sputtered, knowing full well what she meant.

"You and Glad. The two of you stayed in the house in St. Croix. Besties." Her finger thrusted in and out of the circle of her finger and thumb. "Good thing she didn't get pregnant. You'd have three-headed kids."

All I could do was shake my head dumbly. "Trip, relax," she said. "It's not like I'm going to judge you for it. Fuck all that, it crosses everyone's mind."

"Everyone's?" Our eyes were locked.

"You heard what I said about Flora. That girl got curves. Tell me you don't think she's hot."

"Fine, yes. She's grown into a beautiful young woman." A bead of sweat rolled down my cheek.

Smoke puffed out her predatory grin. "Eww. Even I'm not perverted enough to talk like that. But you do agree?"

"I'm proud of her, Louise. She's beautiful, and bright, and creative." I took the hose from her and puffed.

Our eye contact broke. "Damn, that's actually really sweet. I guess she is. I'm not just teasing, she really missed you."

"She's not the only one who missed me being here. Seeing you now makes me realize how much I've needed you."

She rolled her eyes. "Ok. I'll admit. It's been a dumpster fire around here. Mom is never here, and when she is, she's drunk. She twists the knife every chance she gets with me and Flora. It's exhausting. Dad has Jesus and politics on the brain too. Like I don't hear enough of that shit online. I used to miss him when I was little." She pulled up a single leg and held it. "With him gone so much, you build up this fantasy. Then he would come back and shatter the fantasy and it would build right back up when he was gone. Fuck."

"You know I saw Dad just once while I was away. He came to St. Croix to check on the house and the bar. He said hi to me and Glad and it was like he was checking us off a list. We're both disappointments. I was supposed to travel the world with him taking care of the family business. You have the advantage since you're a disappointment on purpose," I gave her a sad smile.

TThe only sound was the bubbling of the shisha as we puffed back and forth, filling the room with white. "You dealt with a lot when you were here, dude. Flora's a handful. I love her, but god damn. And you can keep that to yourself. It's like I scream every criticism I have at Mom and Dad but I can't say shit otherwise. You're the only one I can actually level with."

"That's a hell of a burden," I teased.

"Good thing you can take it. I know it's none of my business, but I need to know. Did you and Flora do anything last night?"

My face warmed up again. "I gave her a couple of drinks because she was so scared. She didn't want to go back to bed, so she got in with me. We didn't actually do anything. I mean, she really wanted to. You're right about her having a crush. Don't let it go to your head. Anyway, I may have shown her my dick, and you can likewise keep that to yourself."

Mid-smoke she burst out laughing, following it with a series of coughs. There was a knock on the door. "Louise?" It was Flora's voice. Lousie gave me a sly look and got up to open the door, her tight, barely covered ass right next to me.

"Hey Flory," she said. "You ok?" She took Flora's hand and guided her inside. Both of them looked awkward.

"There's a lot of smoke." She wrinkled her nose at the smell. Spotting me startled her. "Trip!"

I greeted her and asked her to sit down with us. "This is what was making all the smoke. What kind of bong is this? It doesn't smell like weed." Her face showed that she did not approve. She had on a pair of short shorts and I stared as her thick legs went by. Louise gave me a knowing smirk. The two of them sat together, a vision of beauty for me, and I stared in awe.

Liouise put her arm around Flora's shoulder. They had never been this friendly, in fact, Louise had been horrid to Flora when she was a teenager. By the time I left for college the two of them just stayed away from each other. "It's a shisha. Wanna try?" Louise was clearly trying to make up for lost time.

She silently shook her head, her eyes darting back from me to Louise, not just uncomfortable from the smoke.. "All the smoke... I just didn't want you to be in danger."

Louise shocked me with a broad, unselfconscious smile. She kissed Flora's cheek. "Don't worry about us, Baby. This is Trip's present to me. Isn't it nice?"

Flora nodded, then held up her possum necklace. "This is what he got me." Her voice was awkward. She let out a few coughs.

"Baby, is the smoke too much for you?" Louise asked. Flora shrugged. "You can come back later, it's ok." Again Flora side-eyed me.

"Ok with me too, Possum. We have all the time in the world. Love you." She seemed to need words of encouragement.

She got up and slinked toward the door, her eyes wary. "Ok, bye." She disappeared out the door.

Louise looked wide-eyed at me, mouthed "Wow."

"Yeah. See how nervous she is?" My voice was low.

"When she saw you were in here..." Louise said.

"Awkward girl," I said. "I hope it's not going to be like this now."

Louise thought for a moment. "She's afraid of being judged."

"She knows I won't, though."

"Are you kidding me? I mean, sure I know you wouldn't, but remember what kind of family we live in. It's automatic. She assumes that you're going to do it."

"But I'm not. Surely she can see that."

"Dude, I don't know. We're fucked up. You're the only sane man around here." She shrugged. "And you want to fuck your sister."

I rolled my eyes and made a frustrated draw of the shisha, the last of the smoke dribbled out. "So what now?" My frustration at the smoke being out mixed with the same from Flora.

"Just do something fun with her. You don't have to have any heavy conversation. She really loves you, Trip. She'll be your little pet if you put her at ease."

"You make it sound so dirty."

"Yeah, but both you are fucking dirty," she grinned again.

"Both?" I gave her a skeptical look.

"Alright all of us. The pervert bug bit everyone in this family. Might as well enjoy it."

There was no sign of Flora when I came out.

--

When I mentioned swimming to Flora, she was more excited than I expected. It could have been her reaction to the release of tension between us. Her face had been worried when I came knocking on her door, but I didn't want to talk about what we had done.

I tapped my foot, standing in her messy room. She was in the bathroom changing into her swimsuit. She had held this one up, and though I didn't know exactly how it would look on her, it was doubtless too modest for me. Ever since I had seen her, blushing and struggling to cover her voluptuous body, face splattered with mud, I wanted more. She came out, cringing and embarrassed.

Flora did a twirl. The swimsuit was navy blue with frills at the waist and around the chest, modest. Needless to say, I didn't care for it. She certainly looked hot, but it looked like a kid's swimsuit. I wanted to put her at ease and not worry about her feelings for me (or mine for her), but it was impossible to resist getting a show out of it. "You look cute in it, Possum, but don't you have anything nicer? Come on, you're not Amish."

"What do you mean? You don't like it. Do I look bad in it?" The answer she expected was implicit.

"Well, it's just not that pretty. I mean... I love what's inside your swimsuit, but I can't see that much if you know what I mean." Hopefully my cocked head and the look on my face would convey my naughty meaning.

It did. Flora had a blushing grin. "Umm, well I have another I can try." She rummaged in her drawer and brought another out. It was green with a daisy pattern on it. Another one-piece, plain and without the frills this time. An improvement, maybe.

She waited for me to give her the affirmative and disappeared into the bathroom. The drawer was left open, and my curiosity got the best of me. Typical of her, the clothes were stuffed in and it looked like she kept her underwear here too. Pawing through the pile, something finally caught my eye. It was a bikini bottom, purple and as plain as you could want, but it would certainly show a lot. Digging some more, I found the top. I held the two purple pieces in front of me. Now this would let me see what I wanted.

The doorknob to the bathroom rattled and hid the bikini behind my back. It was clear when Flora came out that this swimsuit showed too much for her. The leg openings went high up her plump thighs. A tiny tuft of hair poked out the side, one she must have missed. I was glad she did. The upper part showed a little cleavage, but it still left too much to the imagination. My eyes were drawn to her belly, which sadly didn't even show in this swimsuit.

"Well?" she said, turning this way and that. "This one is a little more risque, but I guess it's ok if it's for you." The corners of her mouth turned up despite her embarrassment.

"You have something better than that, don't you?" I asked. Struggling to compliment it, I said, "It's like last time, Possum. Don't you have something..." sexier, sluttier, more revealing? "More grown-up?"

"Trip, no. This is all I have. Do you like this one better?"

I gave her a look, "Possum."

She clamped her lips together, as if she were afraid the truth would come out and vigorously shook her head. "Think fast," I said, and took the bikini from behind my back, tossing it right at her.

Flora didn't think fast, and the swimsuit dropped to the ground in front of her. She stared down at it, eyes wide like when she shattered one of Mom's old vases when she was running down the hall. When she looked back up her face was angry. "Trip! You were snooping in my stuff!" She threw the bikini back at me.

"You left your drawer open, fair game." Of course half the drawers in her room were open.

"No, that's mean. This one is too... I don't like it."

"Why did you get it then?" I asked.

She sighed, "It looked really hot on the model, and I thought it would look just as good on me." Her face was genuinely upset.

"Put it on. Let me be the judge of that." I threw her swimsuit back at her, this time her arms flailed and she caught it.

She stared at me with furrowed brows. "I don't know..."

"I promise you'll look beautiful in it. If you don't like it you put on one of those others. Come on, it's me."

She stared, twisting the thing back and forth in her hands. Her face was even more red now. There was conflict inside her. She was embarrassed of how much of her body this would show, but she wanted me to see her. Or more accurately, she wanted me to look. "Come on, Possum. Please. I want to see it on you so bad." It sounded perverted to say this to my sister, but at least it was honest.

Flora took a deep breath, and slowly nodded at me, going back into the bathroom. In my whole, privileged life, no wait had ever felt this long. I was getting hard just imagining how she would look and my heart pounded in my ears. When you're so eager for something like this, it can seem like forever. After a minute or so my patience failed me and I knocked on the door.

"Don't come in!" she squealed. "I'm almost ready." I don't know what I had expected her to say.

In a couple of minutes, though, she came out. It wasn't what I expected. She had wrapped a towel around her middle, covering her tits, her belly, everything. Her eyes were accusatory, and to be fair, I had pushed her to do this. I took a couple of steps toward her.

"Listen, Possum. You have nothing to be afraid of." I placed my hand on her shoulder and moved it down to her side. She let out a little sigh when my hand touched her through the towel. Never breaking eye contact, I gave the towel a subtle pull and it fell off without resistance from Flora.

For a moment I couldn't speak, I couldn't even think. Her body was so luscious and curved. Every part of her. Even her shoulders were thick and plump. My hand rubbed her middle, resisting the potent urge to squeeze. The bikini bottom fit right under the lower curve of her belly, not just revealing it but emphasizing it. The top was slightly ruffled, no doubt to conceal nipples. But all the rest of her big tits were visible anyway. How was she this big at just eighteen? They were wide and well rounded, but still firm. I longed to see her concealed nipples.

When I looked down, her thick thighs came out the bottoms and I noticed something I have never seen before. There were a few tiny dark hairs leading from her navel in a trail down to her pussy. The effort it took to not grab her and fuck her raw right there nearly broke me. "God damn," I sputtered.

Flora's breath was just shy of panting. "What do you think?"

"Possum, you look amazing, wow!"

"You're just being nice," she said, fighting a smile.

"Possum Pie, since I've been back I've been floored at what a beautiful woman you've grown into." She could only look at the floor, though her face was bright red and held a ridiculous grin. "I know I'm your brother and shouldn't say this, but you look damn sexy in it." Flora gulped. "Now, please don't tell me you want to go back to one of those other swimsuits."

Flora shook her head.

--

The rain had started pouring down again once we got outside. It was Louisiana rain, warm and gentle. I followed Flora, and watched her big round ass sway and wiggle as she walked in front of me. Imagining her butt jiggling and thrusting in front of me as I plowed my cock inside her made me get hard all over again. Hopefully she wouldn't notice.

Great grandma and grandpa built the pool back in the fifties. New since then was a fence and a pool house. The fence was more to keep animals out than to keep us safe, but it worked for both. Flora looked back at me as the mud squished between our bare toes. It was as if she wanted to make sure I was still following her. I opened the gate and we went inside.

"Shouldn't we clean the mud off our feet before we get in?" Flora asked. There was a little outdoor shower for such a thing and she turned the water on. I was held entranced as the water flowed down her body, over the curves of her big tits, still firm and pert from her youth. For a minute she was unashamed, as if no one could see her. When she raised her arms again, the rolls at the side of her belly appeared again. I was hard as a diamond now and my entire body pulsed.

The bottom of her swimsuit followed the line of her belly perfectly, framing and emphasizing it. No doubt it was one reason she didn't want to wear this bikini. But God, did I want to squeeze it in my hands, to feel her warm, doughy flesh between my fingers. Her wrinkled top, to my disappointment, still concealed her nipples. No doubt this was the point. My hands longed for those curves too. I had never been with a girl with tits like hers. Her boobs jiggled as she bent over to clean her feet.

Seized by my lust, with a plausibly deniable veneer of playfulness, I waited until her back was turned to me and I lunged forward, pinching those luscious rolls. She screamed and turned to face me, mock anger on her face. "Trip!" She yelled and placed her hands on my chest as if to push me, but she left them there instead.

"Couldn't resist, Possum," I said. My hands rested on her soft hips.

Our eyes met and I could see she was struggling to say something. The water flowed down her body, and the rain crashed all around us. This wasn't the time for words, so I leaned forward and planted a peck on her lips. "Let's just have fun," I said. "Don't worry, ok?"

Her shoulders rose and fell with her breaths, her lips bright red, her hazel eyes as bright as I had seen them. Her hands rubbed up and down on my chest, my hair running between her fingers. I wanted her more badly than I had ever wanted anyone, the only thing that held me back was that I didn't want to hurt her. I had learned my lesson that words like hers spoken under the spell of drink weren't the kind you could count on. So much had been revealed to me that night, but so much could go wrong. Her nose wrinkled the way it did when she smiled.

After she finished I went to the shower to clean my feet, I certainly caught her looking. Her eyes would dart away whenever mine would meet hers. More and more I was convinced that her drunken words were true, that she wanted me too. In vino veritas. Was it just wishful thinking? I had never thought of her this way before I came back. She was always my chubby little sister, awkward, but creative and brilliant. Always cute, but she was only thirteen when I left. The way my lust collided with brotherly love was a new feeling for me.

We swam and played in the pool. Flora wanted to have fun, she wasn't the type to lie next to the pool and sunbathe. Sunbathing was impossible without the sun anyway. The surface of the water rippled with raindrops. We swam back and forth, then Flora found a beach ball to play with. It felt like old times again, when being family was the only thing on our minds. Every once in a while I would see a flash of the girl she used to be in her face, but it would disappear as my eyes were drawn down to her bobbing breasts.

She swam close to me with mischief in her eyes and swung her arm, splashing me in the face. I lunged for her, but she had already started to swim away. It wasn't much of an escape attempt, and I seized her leg, pulling her in. Flora protested and screamed, but didn't fight hard. "You're in trouble, little Miss," I said to her. I pulled her close and wrapped her in a bear hug. Her back was turned to me and my arm pressed against her boobs. Her nipples were rock hard. Whether it was from the cold water or excitement I didn't know.

Flora squirmed and squealed, turning to face me. My hard cock poked her right in the belly. She let out a startled gasp, and looked me in the eye, her eyes startled. For a second we just stared at each other. Like before, her whole body heaved, and my arms were around her tight enough to feel her heart pound. "I'm in trouble? What are you going to do big brother?" Her tone mocked.

"Seems like you're a magnet for trouble since I've been back. Trying to drag me into it too."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Like before her face and lips were incandescent red.

"You're not as innocent as you pretend to be," I said.

"Who's pretending?" She kissed me on the lips, lingering longer than we had before, just long enough to be inappropriate. Her mouth was open when I pulled away, her tongue ready to leap out.

"You've just been up to some naughty things since I've been back."

She stared at me, desiring for me to push this line of conversation but too awkward to do it herself. No words came from her.

"I love you, Possum," I said.

"I love you too, Trip." Her voice lowered to a whisper, "I want-"

Just then there was a flash of lightning and her head jerked toward it. Fear had replaced her expression. "Trip..." she whined. In the space between our words the sky thundered.

"Yeah, let's get inside," I said.

We got up and slid the glass door of the pool house aside, just as another crackle of thunder broke the sky. Once we were in, the crashes had lowered to mere rumbles. The beach house was dated, with wood paneling and a statement fireplace. The shag carpeting at least felt nice on my bare feet. There was a modern TV and the couch wasn't quite that old. The living room opened to a kitchenette and there were doors leading to a little bedroom and bathroom. Flora looked back at me, her face startled. There was a full view of the pool house and the big house in the distance out the sliding glass door.

Again I surged forward and grabbed her, plowing her into the couch. We landed in a pile of giggles, the couch protesting under our weight. I grabbed and tickled, and squeezed her, her panting and laughing filling the room. She screamed, "No!"

"I'm gonna show you," I said.

"Show me what?" She laughed.

I wrestled her so that she was face down over my knee, her fat, round ass sticking up and vulnerable. As it dawned on her what I had in mind, she screamed again. Her ass was nearly bare, covered with just the triangle of purple fabric. It loomed before me in its voluptuous glory. It was like a banquet spread out before me, all mine to do with what I wanted. I rested my hand on the cheek of her ass, giving it a little squeeze and bringing my hand just to the edge of her bikini bottom. "I've been a good girl, Trip. You don't need to-" Her words were cut off by the swat of my hand on her ass, she yelped in surprise and pain. "Ow, Trip!"

Winding up, I brought my hand down again, and her ass jiggled and quivered as it struck home. She squirmed and my hardon dug into her. There was no hope in hiding it now. Again I brought my hand down and the crack bounced off the wooden walls. After that blow, a rumble of thunder served as a false echo. Flora screamed and giggled.

Her butt quivered with another blow, then another. Her cheek was starting to turn red where I was spanking her. Her body undulated again against my boner. I gasped, my face heating. "Ok, Trip! Ok, don't be mean!" I slapped her fat ass again, this time letting my hand linger on her gelatinous flesh. My fingers closed around the dough of her butt. It would be so easy to pull her bikini aside, rub her pussy, which I imagined was wet and slick, then finger her clit, maybe play with her asshole a little. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my ears.

Flora squirmed again, but this time she got loose and stood. Standing in front of me, everything was on display. She was the vision of a fertility goddess, hips wide and round, belly full and healthy, tits round and looming, but not too low. She was smiling, but flushed now, her freckles standing on her red cheeks. "It hurts, Trip. That was too much."

I stood next to her, and she eyed me warily. "I just gotta show you who's boss, Possum." I took her hands. "You're ok, aren't you?"

"I guess," she said, trying to look more angry than she actually was. Her eyes flicked behind me. "Oh crap! Look at the couch." Behind me the couch had a big wet spot where I had sat.

"It'll dry," I said, but I could tell that didn't placate Flora, worrywort that she was. "I'll get towels, why don't you find us something to watch?" I gestured to the TV.

Flora stayed standing and turned the TV on while I headed back to the bedroom. It was narrow and the bed was only a queen with a bedspread fifty years out of date, a gold and blue pattern of flowers. A mirrored closet on the wall opposite the door slid open. Inside were sheets, a couple of board games, and several stacks of towels. Sensing someone behind me, I turned. There was Flora, staring at me. She kneaded her hands in front of her.

"It's ok, we don't need towels," she said. "It's only water." She made a poor attempt at seeming nonchalant.

"I'm here, might as well," I said, and leaned down to pick the towels up. Flora was there right next to me, her arm on my hand with the towels halfway picked up.

"We'll have to clean these when we're done. Really, Trip we don't need them." I ignored her and straightened myself, bringing the towels up. Flora tugged on my arm and the towels fell on the closet floor in a spread out heap. What was bugging her about this? It was clear towels weren't the issue.

But as I went to pick them up, I saw something else. The corner of a gray book stuck out from underneath another stack of towels. I picked it up. A sketchbook. There was terror in Flora's eyes. It was obviously hers, but why would it be out here? Flora made to grab at it and I held it up over my head, easily out of her grasp. "This yours?" I said, opening it over my head and looking up.

On the first few pages were pictures of the family. They were all pencil sketches. "Possum, these are nice."

"Please, Trip! Don't look!"

I ignored that too, and leafed through the book. I knew she was talented, but she had done a hell of a job refining her craft these past years. The pictures were accurate, but they were also true. Louise somehow showed a superficial strength over a shell of vulnerability and fatigue at the world. In her picture, Mom was coldly beautiful. Her face was full of discontent and judgement. "I'm really impressed with these, Possum."

She jumped and grabbed at the book. "Trip, stop it!"

Placing a hand on her shoulder, I attempted to calm her. Her eyes were glassy and her anger was not playful. "Shh, it's ok. I want to see your art."

"No," she grumbled, and I took my hand off her shoulder to turn the page. The next portrait was mine, and it was so honest and revealing. Suddenly exposed, I felt embarrassed. Flora had given up grabbing for the book and now just seethed, arms akimbo. "It's private," she said in futile protest.

The next few pages were all me. Different expressions, different angles. "You make me look so soulful," I chuckled. The next portrait was hers, and damned if it was the same as the others, accurate in form but also in spirit. There was that insecure, manic energy.

As I turned the pages, there was a change in the pictures. There were more of me, first of my upper body, then my upper body shirtless, then my full body. It wasn't my body. The proportions were accurate, but she had never seen this much of me until a couple of days ago. My face warmed. Turning the page, I almost dropped it. There I was, completely nude, my cock heavy and swinging. Flora couldn't even look now.

The book had me enraptured. There I was in various poses, then in one more, there I was kissing someone. The other figure's back was turned, but the curves and wild hair were obviously Flora's. My heart hammered and my cock stood at attention. "Possum, my God!" I said. Flora sniffled with shame, but I couldn't look away.

In the sketchbook, Flora had covered the pages with filth. In one, she ran her tongue up and down my cock, in the next, she looked up at me with it in her mouth. On the next, her orgasmic face dominated the page, bent over with her tits swinging. Behind her, I held onto her ass, pounding away at her. I gulped, my dick throbbing.

The last few pages featured her riding on top of me, her tits clenched in her hands. Then, me finishing on her orgasmic face, covering it with my cum. The book closed in my trembling hands and I looked down at her. "You weren't supposed to see that," she said in a flat voice, not turning to face me.

"Possum, these are great. I can't believe how much you've improved." Her skills were the last thing on either of our minds, but I hoped I could placate her. Everything I saw in that book I wanted to do to her and more. The desire burned in me to make her fantasies come true. And mine.

"That stuff I said to you the other night, and now this. Oh my God Trip! You must think I'm a pervert." She started sobbing, and buried her face in my chest again.

I stroked her messy hair. "Fuck, Possum. If you're a pervert, then I'm one right alongside you."

"What do you mean?" She looked up at me, her eyes red and gleaming.

"What I mean is that I'm ready for these fantasies to become reality."

Her mouth gaped. A slow moan came out, and her lower lip trembled. "You don't have to, Trip," she sputtered, "I don't-" The time for words was over, and I covered her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue into her. She let out another moan and pressed herself into me. My hands ran up her body kneading her luscious curves as we kissed. She felt heavenly under my grip, her bare skin still wet from the pool.

Down her back my hands dove, and I palmed the cheeks of her ass. My hands had just been on them, but it was impossible to get enough. Squeezing her tight, I pressed her into me even more. Our tongues intertwined and her breath sighed out her nose. When our lips finally disengaged she said, "Trip, I-"

"Shh," I said. "There's no apologies, no excuses. Only honesty now. I want this and I want you. And I know you want it too."

Flora nodded, her eyes starstruck. My hands moved up her body as her panting breath puffed on my face. My iron cock was pressed up against her belly, and she subtly rubbed against it. "That cock is for you, Possum. You see what you've done to it?"

"When I saw it I wanted it inside of me. I wanted you to be my first." My eyes held a hypnotic spell on hers. "I don't care if you're my brother. It was true, I wasn't just saying it because I was drunk."

My hands glided over the pudge on her side, and I brought them up under her heavy tits. They slipped right under her top and her hard nipples pressed against my palms, bringing a sigh of pleasure from her. I closed my hands around them and their flesh flowed between my fingers. Flora sighed. "You have amazing tits, Possum."

She shook her head, but said nothing. Words weren't necessary with the dumb grin she was wearing. Our lips touched again, and where her kiss was surprised and nervous before, it was ravenous this time. She opened her mouth like a snake swallowing an egg and pressed her face into me. Our teeth clicked, but it didn't stop her. We devoured each other, and I gave her nipples a soft pinch. Her body vibrated with her moans.

I reached behind her and untied her top, letting it fall to the floor. Flora stood frozen and I untied the sides of her bottom too. The bikini hardly hid anything, but this was the first chance I would get to really take all of her in, uninhibited and unconcerned. "Stand there and let me look at what I'm about to get, Possum." She obeyed. Her tits were large and teardrop shaped, heavy though I had felt their firmness just seconds ago. Large, blushing nipples sat in their center, pricked and erect from her excitement. She absently twirled her finger around one and bashfully squirmed.

In the middle of her round hips was the brown, triangular patch of her bush. The hair was still stuck together from the pool's water. Her hips were round and her thighs thick. Just above her bush was the curve of her belly. I had never admired a girl's belly like I did hers. As I've mentioned before, I enjoy any kind of body on a woman. I had been with chubby women before, even fat ones, but I was stunned by Flora's body. She was a fertility goddess, an earth mother, her tits and hips plump and healthy and ripe.

I closed the distance between us and reached down her front, running my hand through her bush. Her soft lips were slick with her juice, and her whole body trembled. My finger teased her opening and she sighed, pushing her hips toward me. Her hand got busy too, and reached out to touch my cock. "Can I see it, Trip? Please?" There was the innocence in her eyes of pure purpose. She knew what she wanted, and it was impossible to hide or even resist.

Hooking my hands on my swim trunks, I dropped them, exposing my hot, ready cock for her. She looked down, her eyes still full of stars. Trembling, her eager hand closed around the shaft. "I've never touched one before," she said, her mouth stretched in an exalted smile. "Does it feel good?" she asked, as she stroked it, eyes wide.

"So good, Possum." My body trembled with her rubs. She was clumsy but eager.

"So how does it get hard?"

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Does it get hard when you see a girl, or when she's naked or when you touch it?"

"It depends, but mine has been hard just seeing you since I've been back."

Her chest heaved, her body becoming overwhelmed with excitement. "Have you ever had a girl suck it?"

"Of course I have Possum, plenty of times."

She looked away now, and I knew the question that was coming. I wanted it more than anything, but I also wanted her to ask, to hear the desire in her voice and see it in her eyes. She rubbed my head, slippery with precum. "Can you teach me how?" She asked.

"Get down on your knees, Baby," I said. Flora obeyed, and her adoring hazel eyes looked up at me. "I'm going to let you suck it, but I don't want to cum in your mouth."

Flora gulped and nodded her head, she looked at my dick. "Just lick it a little, see how it feels."

Her little tongue darted out tentatively and dabbed the head of my member. When she tasted my precum, her eyes widened and she swabbed my bellend with her tongue, licking it clean. "Good girl," I said, gently stroking her cheek. "You're a natural at this." She smiled but didn't stop licking. "Now try licking up the side. Start at the base and lick up to the tip."

She did just that, coating my cock with her saliva. Bolts of pleasure shot through me as she twirled her tongue around my head. "Am I doing good, Trip?" She asked.

"You're doing great."

"I want to be good for you. I've always wanted to be a good girl for you," her innocent eyes couldn't get any bigger. I reached down and stroked her hair, and she pushed her face into me. "The only thing I want is to make you happy. You said you don't want to cum in my mouth, are you gonna fuck me, Trip?"

"Baby, I'm going to fuck you hard like you deserve and fill your sweet virgin pussy up. Now put that cock in your mouth like a good girl."

Flora's face was shocked, but she obeyed, her lips closing around my head. "Now just push your head forward." My dick disappeared inch by inch into her mouth, surrounding it in warm wetness. "I'm proud of you Possum." Her wet tongue and mouth pushed me closer to my climax.

Her eyes smiled and she kept pushing her head forward. She made a sudden squint and jerked back just a little. I knew I needed to head off her apology. "It's ok, Baby. This is your first time, you don't need to gag on your big brother's dick yet. It feels so good. Now bob your head back and forth, and be careful with your teeth." Again she obeyed, and pleasure flooded my body, her wet lips and tongue running up and down the length of my member. Her thick, freckled shoulders moved subtly with her head. "Good girl," I moaned.

Flora certainly was a natural at this, and she varied the speed of her strokes. My climax was creeping forward. She pulled back and my cock popped out of her mouth, taking a couple of deep breaths. Her tongue came out again, and licked me up and down. I was gratified that she was letting herself go. She was on my dick like a popsicle, licking and slurping. Again, it went inside her mouth and touched her impetuous throat again, making her cough and gag and making my member fall out.

"Relax, Possum," I said. "You don't need to choke on my cock, I'm getting close to cumming now. I bet you'd like it inside your pussy, wouldn't you?" She nodded her head, her starry eyes as honest as they could be.

Resting my hand on her shoulder, I pulled her up. She looked up at me and we stood face to face. I enveloped her in another ravenous kiss, plunging my tongue into where my cock had just been, my wet cock flopped against her juicy middle. "You did good, Possum," I said when I could. "Now get on the bed."

Like a good girl, she obeyed. At first she crawled, her thick ass facing me. The furry mound of her pussy was on display and her puckered asshole gave a peak. Shaking her wobbling ass, she smiled back at me. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, not just inviting me but begging. Her voluptuous body was still lusciously curved, even on her back with gravity pulling her belly and boobs back. The shine of her wet pussy was just visible through her brown bush. Like a cat, I crawled down on the bed and came up over her. We shared a brief kiss, her hot breath buffeting my face. My hand moved up to her belly and I filled my hand with her flesh. Flora giggled. "You're playing with my fat."

"Beauty is expressed in curves."

"You're just being nice," she was smiling.

"It's not just because I'm your brother and I want to see you happy. You gotta believe me, Baby, plenty of guys like girls that look like you." I said.

She was skeptical. "I don't want just any guy," she said. We kissed, our wet smacks mixing with the pouring rain on the roof. Our hot tongues embraced. Intent on enjoying her body, I filled my hand with her tit, and gave her nipple a pinch and a gentle twist. It was rock hard. Lowering myself, I brushed my cock against her thigh, her skin on mine set a wave of heat through my body. Flora gasped, and a look of anxiety crossed her face.

"What's up, Baby?" I asked, slowing my advance.

"It's just... I'm scared. I want you so bad, but will it hurt? I've heard that it does the first time." Her voice was tiny, she was desperate not to disappoint.

Sighing, I said, "Sometimes it does." I kissed her neck and speckled shoulders.

"I still want you to be my first, I want you so bad. But I don't want it to hurt."

She looked close to tears, but I had an idea. "Let me loosen you up a little, Possum. If you relax it will hurt less."

"Ok, Trip," her quavering voice said, her face trusting.

Continuing my downward journey, I kissed her collar, then her tit, then her large, blushing nipple. Looking her straight in the eye, I licked a full circle around her hard, crinkled areola. Flora moaned and squirmed and I quickened my pace, my flicking tongue coating her nipple with saliva. With my left hand I palmed her other breast and thumbed one nipple while I closed my lips around the other. "Oh my God," she whimpered. Her tits felt even more exquisite on my lips than in my hands. Her hands rubbed up and down my back.

Her tits deserved my attention, and I could see that this was doing exactly what she needed it to do. I gave her nipple a yank while I used my tongue to play with the other. Giving the nipple one final flick, I looked back up at her. "You have beautiful tits, Possum."

Too flustered to respond, all she did was giggle. My lips went back to her nipple, and as I closed them I gave it the tiniest of nibbles. Flora made a sharp intake of air. The tension was leaving her body. Good girl. As I kissed lower down, my lips left wet, cooling spots on her creamy skin. The pillowy flesh of her abdomen squished against my lips. God, what a body. It was hard to believe she had been a chubby, awkward little girl when I left. Well, the awkward part was believable anyway.

Just south of her navel were those few errant hairs. "They call this a treasure trail, Possum."

"I never thought you would see it," her face was beet red. "I can shave it."

The hairs brushed my lips as I kissed them. "Don't you dare." As I kissed further down, my beard intermingled with her bush, and the earthy aroma of her desire reached me. "Love how you smell, Baby," I muttered. It took every ounce of my will to slow down, to do my best to make sure she was ready. Not only was it her first time, but I was her protector, the only one in the family she really trusted. It was an honor, but also an absolute pleasure.

"I don't know if it's normal, I-"

"Shh," I said, cutting her off. "This body is perfect."

"But it's not-"

"Shush, I said. Let your big brother enjoy your pussy," I said. Her face was slack with shock.

Then my lips reached hers, and her hair, wet from her leaking insides, touched my chin. Just like before, I looked up at her, and ran my tongue along her opening. I looped an arm around her thigh, positioning her right in front of me. "Fuck, Trip," Flora moaned.

Instinctually, she tilted her hips, giving me perfect access to the treasure I had been searching for. I brought my other hand in. With my two fingers I spread her pussy and probed with my tongue, looking for the magic spot that was lurking inside her rosy folds.

It wasn't hard to find. Like a little pea, the lump inside her touched my tongue, and she let out a sharp bark of a moan. My arm around her leg barely held her in place. Now she was right where I wanted her and I circled her clit with my tongue, noting a fresh gush from inside her. By this time my face was wet and fragrant from her juice, my tongue lapping it up. "Yes, Trip. Fuck, it feels so good," she whimpered. Closer and closer my circles came, and the muscles in Flora's leg tensed for the moment I would make contact. When it happened, it was like the heavens opened and the sun's brilliance smote her. She twisted and writhed. "Trip, I think I'm gonna cum!"

"Good girl. Cum for big brother," I said, my speech muffled by her steaming pussy. It took just a few more seconds. When it came, Flora stopped breathing. Her mouth was wide open, and when she did finally breathe, it came out as a strangled groan, like a death rattle. She suckled in a hooting gasp, and exhaled again, her whole body tense and twitching. Her hands darted down and seized my shoulders, scratching across my skin.

"Fuck, Trip. Fuck I'm cumming!" she wailed. Her voice raised, and culminated in a trilling keen. Out of control, her hips jerked back and forth. Having reached her peak, she moaned again and again and little by little the tension left her. At last her quivering flesh reached some kind of stillness. Her chest was just as red as her face now, and her skin was wet again, this time with her sweat. "Trip..." she gurgled.

I moved back up her body, warmed up just like one of her pet horses. Reaching her face, I gave her a tender, but brief kiss. "Did you like that, Baby?"

She nodded and giggled, her eyes starry. "Your face smells like my kitty."

Again I gave her tit a squeeze. "You ready for my cock now?"

She gave another slow nod. "I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "Please, fuck your little sister."

I would be a fool to do anything but obey, and I moved my cock up the inside of her thigh. Her legs spread to accommodate me, and she tilted her hips again so I could slide into her. My dick had certainly not lost its edge, and was impetuous to fuck Flora's sweet pussy. The tip, slick with precum, slid right up to her opening and touched it. For a few seconds I lay there on top of her, our eyes locked. She was holding her breath again. I realized that I was too.

Giving slow and steady pressure, I pressed into her, feeling her inner heat just on my tip. "Oh my God," she murmured, her nails digging into my back. Up my shaft her heat traveled, and more and more of it was squeezed by her twitching insides. She grimaced a bit.

"You ok, Possum?" No woman had ever meant this much to me, and I knew I would have to treat her with care.

"It's so much. It's stretching me," she groaned. From her face it was hurting more than she let on. When I pulled back just a little she said, "No! Please. I want to be good for you and I can take it. I'm not a kid anymore. She took a few deep breaths, then looked me right in the eye. "I want to be a good girl."

I gave her another tender peck. "I want to fuck you right the first time, Baby. You know I always take care of you. Are you sure you're good?"

"I can take your cock. I want it so bad. I promise," Her eyes pleaded.

"I will, but you have to promise me this: if it does get to be too much say something. And I promise I won't be mad."

Her eyes sparked. "I love you Trip. Now, I need it. Fuck me, please."

Not entirely sure she would tell me to stop if she needed me to, I paid close attention to her. She felt so hotly exquisite around my member, and it was all the more gratifying was that I could hold my sister's hand and bring her into this new world. The girl that meant everything to me deserved it. Again I started pushing my dick into her. It was definitely a tight fit, but her face told me there was more pleasure than pain. A fraction of an inch at a time my iron member sank into her, the juice from her pussy bubbling out onto the sheets. Her body moved like an ocean wave and with each movement a little whimper came out. My back was sore from her clutching nails.

I knew from her gasp, then from the pressure at the end of my cock when I bottomed out inside her. "It's all the way in, Possum. How are you doing?"

The breath came out in quavering puffs. "I'm so full, Trip," her voice was punctuated by gasps. "But I love how you feel inside of me. I hoped it would be like this. I'm ready. You can keep... fucking me." She gulped.

I did just that, drawing my cock out. How could she feel this much better than anyone else? It was like her insides were made to perfectly fit me. It was a good thing she had already cum, because this would test my stamina. Her body shuddered and clenched as I drew out, her breath a constant low moan. For a second I stopped, my cock nearly completely out of her. Her lips trembled. Back in my dick went, just a bit faster than before.

Flora's moans came more frantic now. Everything had dropped away from her now, her fear, her apprehension, even her desire to be good for me. All that was left was the twins love and lust, along with ecstasy. On their own, her legs wrapped around me, her smooth thighs locking around me. My hips pumped, and I thrusted harder, gauging her expression and hoping not to hurt her in my vigor.

She clung to me, her body bouncing with each of my thrusts. With each one, there was a little whimper, or a gasp of my name, imploring me to fill her with what she deserved. Now the animal inside had taken me over too, and I huffed and growled. I kissed her shoulders, and when I looked back at her face, her mouth was open, her freckles barely visible on her blushing face. Her eyes were squinted, pupils dilated and full of lustful stars.

I pushed and pushed, my cock smacking and splashing inside of her. We were both coated with sweat, our fucking just as hot and wet as the storm outside. Soon enough, the fire rose inside of me and I knew in seconds the hot lance of my cum would shoot out. "Baby, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I growled.

"Please, Trip! Cum inside me. I need it." Her voice was frantic.

That was all it took, and the rapture of my climax ripped through me. Each pump of my cock was like an eternity of fire, and each thrust rippled through her voluptuous body. The pain somehow reinforced the pleasure. I shot again and again, slamming my cock into her with each jet. Somewhere over the din of my roaring mind I heard "I'm gonna cum too, Trip!" Wet fire shot into her over and over, and I thrusted so hard it hurt my ass.

That last, strained pump of my orgasm came and I jiggled and flopped like a fish on the deck of a ship. But underneath me, Flora was just getting started. As if my shakes transferred to her body, she started to flow too, her liquid body undulating with her orgasm. More than ever, her nails dug into me, and her legs locked and held me immobile. She squeezed her eyes shut with the rapturous ecstasy.

She pant-hooted her climax, and her body reacted with the unconscious absurdity that only came with the hardest of orgasms. Her tits jiggled with her body's quakes and she let out one final, wall-eyed cry. After that, the tension all fell out of her body. Our slick, wet skins slid together and I rolled off her onto the mattress next to her.

As the dust started to settle, I kissed her, slow and easy this time. Her eyes were glassy and a thousand emotions flashed across her face. Tears dripped from her eyes now, and her voice was a croak. "I've wanted that for so long, Trip. Thank you, I love you!"

"Baby I didn't do this for you. Or not just for you. I wanted this too. I wanted it when you were in bed with me the other night," I lay back, letting my body cool off.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but you were drunk. It wouldn't have been right."

Her grin tightened on her face, and I knew then that this was something that had been tormenting her and she had desperately needed my answer. "No matter what you had done that night, I would have liked it and regretted nothing. I knew you would be gentle and nice." She sniffled and wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my chest.

I stroked my fingers through her short, wild hair. I was home.