Grandpa’s Story Pt. 1/2: JTL series

Grandpa's Story Pt. 1/2 JTL series.

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This is a stand-alone slow-burn story between a Brother and Sister in the late sixties. Their illicit, incestual love begins the start of a family dynasty of sibling love. Culminating in the story of Jack and Sophie who are the subjects of the Journey to Love series. If you have not read that series, you can start here with this story. That's perfectly fine.

If you are a fan of JTL, then enjoy reading the story that started it all. Or you can wait and read it in conjunction with Journey to Love Pt. 18. (yet to be published) as Grandp's Story is a long read and will be in two parts I decided to publish part 1 now.

All sexual activity is by persons over eighteen years old.

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I was a Spok or square eyes. The term nerd was not used in the late sixties and early seventies. But I was a maths and science freak. I still am, but most people don't know it. For most, I'm just the farmer from down the road.

One day I turned up with my young new wife and settled into a little patch of heaven nestled against the distinctive forested hills of the region. They didn't know I couldn't farm, but they soon guessed it. But over time I learnt the trade and our farm began to thrive.

It was a place of seclusion and retreat. A place to bring up our little girl and the twins that were extending the abdomen of my one and only love. But behind all of this normality, many dangerous secrets abounded. Not the least that my wife was my sister.

This is my story and how all this came to be.

My name is Augustus, but I am known as Gus. My Sister was baptised Joylene but she was always known as Joy. I think Dad made a spelling mistake on the birth form, it was probably meant to be Jolene. But that song didn't come out until 1973, just before our precious Daughter was born. So my Dad wasn't the wiser about the correct spelling. Mum forgave him and so my Sister was Joy.

I did think it hilarious as a kid, every Christmas singing Joy to the World. In my early adolescence, I was sure the world could keep her. She was a bit bossy and while not a dobber, would try and stop me having more biscuits than I was allowed.

But I lived in my little world of Maths. Computers were becoming a thing in the science world, if not really known to the populous. I would scour the Magazine Popular Mechanics in our local library for the latest editions. I even started to try and learn Fortran which was an early computer programming language.

I was fortunate to have a good librarian as when she found out my interest she actually bought a copy of a Fortran programming book for the Library. Then she sort of let me borrow it as a permanent type loan. She would renew it every two weeks, but on the proviso that if someone wanted to reserve it, I had to hand it back. Are you kidding, that was not going to happen in the backwaters of NSW. Later she added a book on Cobal as well.

I had no computer to program on. Hell, those things took up large rooms and even the Australian Government only had one at the time. So I wrote out programs on my homemade punch cards and pretended they actually worked.

Now we lived in the Coomealla Irrigation Area near Wentworth NSW. We both went to School in Wentworth. But they were starting to build a new regional school in Dareton by the time I left. Dad was a Blockie. It is the local name for the Sultana farmers. At the end of the First World War, the government set up soldier settler blocks of fifteen acres each. Now that's not big enough to grow much. After the second war ended, Dad was given a Block that a First World War veteran had given up on. Irrigation from the Murray River was the lifeblood of our poverty.

Now fifteen acres was not considered a farm, thus Blockies. It was big enough for us kids to get lost in. But as teenagers small enough to be as boring as hell. Of course, we had to work on the block after school. It was all sultana grape growing. Now there were four types of work.

Grape picking, cutting out, pulling out and rolling on.

We all did the picking. Mum and Joy did the cutting, Dad and I did the pulling out and rolling on finished the winter work by anyone who was available. Pulling out was brutal work, pulling the old grape vines out from the new growth. Dad wouldn't allow the women to do it as it was not good to get hit on the breasts.

Now as I said I was a Spok, so not very physical. This part of the year was torture for me. Coming home at the end of school for a session of getting cuts and bruises. I was also as itchy as all get out while trying to concentrate on my homework. Most kids left school as soon as they turned fifteen to become part of the family workforce. Many six months before that.

Joy left as soon as she was fifteen. Dad insisted she go to TAFE, to study secretarial, which she did for a year but Jobs were scarce. Eventually, she got a job at the local Coomealla Club as a waitress. Then once she was eighteen she started doing shifts behind the bar.

Now on to Joy, the real reason for this story. She had barmaid breasts. In those days it was almost an unspoken requirement. Now the 'Coomie' club was much safer than the local Hotels. Dad was happy for her to work the bar there but definitely nowhere else. Dad was also on the club committee, so he could keep a watchful eye on her.

I first noticed the breasts when Mum insisted she wear a teeshirt around the farm. Before that we spent the summer bare-topped, we were kids.

But I had my head in books, girl germs were a thing even if my science brain said that was bullshit. I was not interested in girls. Even in Senior High when they started to cause my body to react in certain ways, I was not interested.

This worried my big Sister. She would try and encourage me to open my eyes. I think that is how it started really. I think she thought if I got to see her tits, my life would change.

We still liked to sit under the vines in the cool and eat the odd grape or two. Against the tee shirt rule, Joy would often lose her top when the olds could not see her. She thought it unfair boys could go topless. There was nothing sexual in it. I just grew up watching those breasts grow. Granted through the leafy windows of the grape vines often as not.

The only time on the Block I enjoyed was when the water was on. This meant that each block was allocated a time to take water from the canal. It didn't matter what time of day or night, when the water was on you had a limited time frame to draw water. It was the only reason Dad missed Church. Water was the god around here.

Water ruled. But I was fascinated with the working of the gates. It was a time when you ran around the block opening and closing gates. Watching the water flow down the rows soaking the ground. Now the gates were on-off switches and it dawned on me, when I was around fifteen, that this was directly analogous to computer gates, it's on or off. I studied what happened as I worked the water. Soon I realised that what we were doing was so inefficient. I designed a farm-sized circuit board for watering that would get more water to all the vines in the same amount of time. Because it was a time-based allocation it meant I started to get more water from the canal. Thus better sultana grapes.

I secretly employed new systems over one season. We normally produce standard grade 3 sultanas that season we produced 4's. I then fessed up to Dad. He was over the moon. He said he thought I was doing it differently.

This changed a few things. He started to respect my computer programming interests and later told me he was putting money aside from the extra profits to send me to University. I taught Dad what I was doing and from then on we always had better yields than the district's average. But he was happy for me to do the water when it didn't take me from school. I benefited by missing church every now and again.

So that's how I ended up at Melbourne University. My scores got me in and as soon as I could I found the computer department. Well, it was a part of the engineering department. They had just received a new mainframe. But what surprised them was I actually knew Fortran. The professor set me a challenge and soon I was putting my own punch cards in an actual computer.

My first program wasn't simple and it didn't crash. The result was I was fast-tracked into the new programming course and was able to spend many late nights running cards. I was better at programming than many of the lecturers, so I picked up a tutor position by the end of my first year.

I came home for the Semester break in July, but I was too engrossed in my computer work to come home in the other holidays. Now two things happened that July. I turned eighteen in June, but the July break meant I was on the block for prime pulling-out time. Bugger, wrong season. Even Joy was working rolling on. She followed after me, as she mainly worked evening shifts at the club. Mum and Dad had gone into Mildura on this pivotal day.

We sat down among the winter vines for a break. It was still warm in the sun. We got to talking.

"So Gus, have you got a girlfriend yet?"

I shook my head.

"Well, have you ever taken a girl out?"

"No."

"So I assume you have never kissed a girl."

"I know it might disappoint you, but I have been busy."

"Disappoint is the wrong word. But be careful how you answer the next question. I want the truth. Do you actually like Girls?"

"Yes."

"I mean sexually."

"I think so."

"Okay, the other alternative is boys."

"No, no, definitely not Boys."

"Any girls remotely interested in?"

"Sort of, but please don't ask any more questions it's embarrassing."

"Ok little brother, but I will want to hear of some more action next time you are home. You don't mind if I take my shirt off, do you? I want to get some sun."

"Ah, no, it's not like I haven't seen..., but aren't you worried that your brother gets to see them?"

"I think you are the only one I'm not worried about."

"Can I ask some questions?"

"Sure, fair's fair."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"Not at the moment."

"Has a boyfriend actually felt those?"

"Well, sort of. But I still had a bra on."

"Oh, I thought you might you know be..."

"I'm saving myself."

"So then you are a, a, ..."

"A virgin, yes."

"Oh. "

"So I get to see your tits, but others don't."

"That's what I mean. Do you want to feel them?"

"What?" I thought a bit, of course, I wanted to feel them. Who wouldn't?

"Here, time to at least have some experience."

Joy knelt in front of me and took my hand. Her breasts were so close. She put my hand on one. They were soft, sort of squishy and her nipple was hard in my palm.

"That feels nice Gus. Put your other hand up."

Suddenly I was holding two boobs. Big boobs at that. Brown well tanned boobs. My Sister's boobs.

"I think you just grew up a bit Gus." Then she looked down at me. "No correction, up a lot."

I died on the spot. I was so excited to touch a boob I went hard without realising. My penis was sticking right out, tenting my shorts.

I was so embarrassed I pulled my hands back and covered my obvious problem. I was sitting she was kneeling.

"Sis, please leave, god how embarrassing."

"From what I can see you do not need to be embarrassed."

But she took pity on me, stood, put on her shirt, then began rolling on.

I was so excited and so energised that I pulled out more vines in a short space of time than ever before. It helped. My stiffy went down.

But that night, as I went to bed, all I could think about was the soft warm feelings in my hands and the magical look of those tanned breasts. My penis returned to its stiff state and my hands sought my release.

Up until this point, sure I got morning wood and had occasionally given myself a fondle, but I had never actually cum. Sure I had heard about it, masturbation that is, but there was no easy access to sexual material in the late sixties. I hadn't even had a wet dream. It was like my sex was in an off-state.

Well, that night it turned on. My hands found ways to heighten my pleasure as my mind replayed images of my Sister naked among the vines. I came. I came hard. Sperm was everywhere and I had no idea how to clean it up. As I lay wondering what to do, and if this experience was good or bad, the euphoria hit me and I drifted off into a contented deep sleep.

That holiday was spent dreaming about my Sister and finding my release at night. Except for one day. It was very warm and Joy lost her top. I was working two rows over. I noticed Joy stop and start to feel her boobs.

The sensation returned to my own hands. My hand slipped into my shorts and wrapped around my hardness. Then she put a hand into her shorts. Shit was she masturbating, did girls do that? Could girls do that? I heard her sigh. Her hand moved in rapid little movements.

I was so turned on my hand went into overdrive. I had a thought, could she see me? I could see her. There were a few vines between us that had not been pulled out, thus partly blocking the view. But the one next to Joy, she had just rolled on, it didn't cover much.

She sort of looked to the sky in my direction. I released my cock from my shorts. I was wanting to cum, but not in my shorts. I quickly learnt that that was not a good thing. I shot my load among the branches and as I did I saw Joy quake, her legs shook and a sigh filled the quiet.

Did she just come? Quickly I pulled my shorts up and got back to work. That night I had the most vivid dreams of my sister naked, tangled in vines and wreathing in self-administered pleasure. Then I got entangled with her and I had my first wet dream. I woke the next morning thinking I had wet the bed until I felt the cold sticky stuff.

I went back to university changed. I now thought of two things, computers and my Sister.

On the computer front, I found I was very employable even in my first year. It was such a new field. Startup companies wanted to employ me, even a big bank. So I was busy. I took some summer jobs but scheduled to get home for Christmas and New Year.

Our Family was not too huggy, but my big sister suddenly was. The vines were in fruit and watering was critical for plump fruit. I had the chance to run my watering algorithm through an actual computer. I went through the results with Dad. We could get a seven per cent increase in the amount of water to vines.

The next water was due two nights before Christmas. Joy was working the Bar and came home late to find me out on the block. I was like a pig in actual mud. She joined me as I opened and closed the gates.

"So Gus have you had that kiss yet?"

"Sorry Sis, it just hasn't happened."

"It never just happens, you have to make it happen."

"Well, then I failed you. Why are you so interested in if I get a kiss?"

"Because I made myself a promise."

"Go on."

"That if you didn't have your first kiss before Christmas, I would have to give you your first."

"But I have kissed you before."

"Not like I'm planning."

"So not a brother kiss. Shute, I have to close this gate. "

"No Gus, definitely not a brother kiss. How much time do we have left for the water."

"Just on two hours."

"Well, how about I help you, or at least keep you company."

"So long as you don't distract me. I want to get this new system right."

"Okay, I won't kiss you yet."

"Yet?"

"Yet, before you go in, you are getting your first kiss."

Now I had two things to think about. Water, and my Sister again. Shit, it had been six months since the boobs and my cock brain was screaming at me to add some new fuel to the fire. I was obsessing enough about her boobs without a kiss.

We worked together. Joy was no slouch on the block and could work a sluice gate better than most. This was good as I was out of condition for farm labour. Too much computer and desk work.

We chatted about the year past. I told her how I was making some decent money on the side and was even involved in a few start-ups. I was investing in a few computer company start-ups and already had a small share portfolio. I let her know that since September I have been paying my way through Uni.

"That explains why Dad is so proud of you."

"Well I'm glad, it takes the pressure off."

"So what is life like in Spokville?"

"Mostly an intellectual challenge. Writing code is just like a jigsaw puzzle. Making sure all the pieces fit. If one bit doesn't a program won't work."

"Rather like having a relationship."

"Maybe, working out the complexities yes, but in the end isn't it just two pieces that have to fit together?"

"You wish Gus, you wish. You can't program relationships. Have you ever tried to program emotions?"

"Ok, I get your point. Even in the future, when they want to create robots, that will be the sentient stumbling block."

"Do you think we will get to robots? Like human-looking ones."

"Yes, but we have to find better ways to do data storage and retrieval."

"You losing me now Gus."

The last gate was closed and our water allocation time was completed.

"Come here, Gus. Time for your first kiss."

"You were serious?"

"Very serious. You have two choices. See it as opening and closing two gates. Analytically and cold, yes robotic. Or you could see it as passing on emotional knowledge for which nothing can describe. But it's your choice how you want to receive it.

Joy pulled me to her. She pressed her breasts into my chest and brought her mouth to mine. I approached her lips straight on and pouty.

"Not like kissing an Aunt, Gus. Tilt your head sideways opposite to me."

I tried again. Deep down I was excited. This was my secret wet dream about to kiss me. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. But I was afraid I would be bad, as I had no idea what to do.

Our lips touched and it sent tingles through my body. My penis was fully erect.

I pulled back. "How do I Do it?"

"Little brother don't think, feel. Feel with your lips."

We started again. Our lips touched and Joy opened her mouth. I copied and the feelings came. In fact, they overwhelmed me. I remember her taste and the smell of her hair. We went on for at least a minute.

Joy pulled back and I groaned.

"That was, wow. Like far out." I gasped.

"One kiss and you're a hippy now Gus?"

"I felt it, like electricity. I felt the emotions. But you are my Sister, that shouldn't happen."

Joy looked into my eyes, "I felt it too. I'm glad I was your first kiss."

"Can I have another one?"

"Yes, but only one. We can't have you getting addicted."

We started again, it was longer this time. Then I felt her tongue. Shute that was weird, but like up a level. We played with each other's tongues in the kiss. My body was now on fire, I was feeling so, so over the moon.

Joy pushed me back. "Enough Gus, we can't have you losing control. How was your first kiss?"

"I get it, emotion not by the book."

"Never a how-to, always a feel."

"I'm not sure I trust my feelings."

"Maybe that's why I made us stop. It's early morning we should go to bed."

"I need a shower first."

"Not together doofus." Joy giggled

"I didn't mean that. I'm just covered in mud. Thank you for the kiss. I will never forget it."

"I have to say that was better than most of the kisses I have had. Thanks, Gus."

That night in the shower my normal wank was fused with the memories of my first kiss. I blasted the wall so hard.

Christmas Day was always special in my family. We gathered around the tree after the Christmas Service. It was present time and I could actually afford to buy decent presents. When it came to receiving one from Joy, it was a small box shape.

"For you, because you've grown up Gus," was all she said but the cheeky glint in her eyes spoke of a fun present. Imagine my horror as I opened a packet of condoms in front of our Parents.

I went instant red and tried to hide them.

Dad coughed and Mum said, "You didn't! Joylene!"

"Well I guess it's better than an unwanted pregnancy, he is at University. But I'm not sure I approve of my daughter buying them."

At this point in our history, condoms could only be purchased at a chemist. They were very much an under-the-counter item.

I gave her my gift. It was a pretty pendant with a pearl drop. Okay, my mind imagined it dropping to just above her cleavage. She asked me to put it on her. It did and I got a close-up of it nestled there. My parents didn't realise but it was real gold and a natural pearl.

There was one parcel left.

"Sorry Gus that last one was a joke gift, this is your real one."

It was square and flat. I guessed it was a record. It was two. The Seeker's latest, and a Band I had not heard of Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs.

"Great idea, but I don't have a record player."

"Well, doofus, buy one when you get to Melbourne. How else are you going to pull the cool chicks?"

"Oh, I see. Part of the campaign to help me with my love life."

"But seeing as it is Christmas, how about we listen in my room tonight?"

Mum and Dad shook their heads but refrained from telling us to turn it down when we do. Joy told me sometime later they liked her record player louder if they were planning sex. It was Christmas after all.

Well yes, some of my Christmases came at once. Joy was very into modern music. That was folk, hippy stuff and the newer rock stuff. So we chilled in her room. She had some funky lights and was burning incense. I kept looking at the necklace.

"I love it, Gus. Is it really gold, like 18ct as it says?"

"Yes, nothing but the best for my big sister."

"But how could you afford it?"

"Oh, I'm earning some good, no, very good money with my side jobs. Apparently, I've got talent and ability."

"I will give you that, but in computing and watering. We need to work on your girl skills."

"I'm sorry I still haven't managed to you know, have a girlfriend. I'm not sure I'll ever get to use those condoms."

"It's hot in here, how about I take off my top so you can see your beautiful gift better."

With that, she shucked her top. I was instantly hard even though she had a bra on. She was about to take it off when she stopped.

"No better idea, you need to learn how to do this. Can't have you all clumsy in the front seat of the Holden."

I was gulping air like a goldfish. Well, technically they were gulping food. Fish don't breathe through their mouth.

"Come and sit with me on this beanbag."

I did and we shuffled to make ourselves comfortable. She leant forward.

"First just unclip it while you can see it."

"Wow, not the easiest of things."

"It's harder if the girl has big boobs."

I did it and her boobs dropped forward.

"Okay again," she said as she did it back up.

We did it half a dozen times. "Okay now while you hug me."

Maybe alright in theory but the catches were in the opposite direction and I was hugging. That meant being close to my sexy big sister. So my mind was overoccupied. Clumsy would have been good.

"Okay Stop Gus. Your position needs changing. Here," She took my outer leg and lifted it, "Now swing it over my body."

"But, oh, shute, um."

"Yes, I get it you are hard. And so you ought to be if you just spent an hour making out with a girl on a beanbag."

"But you can feel it."

"Maybe she wants to 'feel it'. Remember feelings and emotions."

Did she mean herself, Joy, or the pretend girl? I was confused and so turned on.

"Now hug, now bra."

I struggled but eventually, it came undone.

"Ok, at last. She will have slapped you by now or shut down the date in frustration. Again."

We did that maybe ten times.

"Okay, much better. But remember not all Bras have the same catches."

She got up and removed it completely. It was the first time that night I actually saw her breasts fully exposed. She moved to her chest of drawers and twirled the pearl in her fingers as she did.

I groaned. She opened the top drawer and selected another Bra, a sexy lace one. It was red. She turned away to put it on.

Sorted she sat back down on the beanbag and started cuddling me. I cocked my leg over.

"Great Gus you didn't even ask. Now for that, you deserve a kiss."

We got into kissing. I mean it took us both five minutes to realise we were supposed to be doing something else. Like learning about Bras.

I didn't see her put it on, so I spent a few minutes trying to find the catch. She kissed me and laughed.

"Sweety this one undoes at the front."

"Oh."

"Before you do it, it would be normal for a guy to be feeling her breasts through it."

I hesitated.

"You have felt my boobs without a bra remember."

"How can I forget?" I groaned.

I did not expect the concept of feeling through clothes to be a step up in the randy ranking. But that sexy red number was, wow.

"So kiss and feel first, Gus. She needs to be ready for the next big step. If she is letting you feel through a bra, chances are she will want you to take it off if you do things right. If she is wearing a bra like this she definitely wants you to see it."

So we kissed. I felt. I squirmed. My cock rubbed on Joy's hip bone. The memories of last July flooded back. Except last time there was no bra. So I moved to the front of the bra and felt for the join. I redoubled my tongue action hoping it would distract from my fumbling. It didn't.

"Okay, look, then try again."

Looking was easy as I wasn't kissing. It popped open and I remember seeing the pearl swinging in the space where Joy's cleavage had been. Her breasts separated sideways taking the red cloth with them.

"Again." Joy redid the bra. She was slightly red in the face.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

We kissed again, I was loving it and I think my big Sister was enjoying it nearly as much. This time I got almost immediate success but continued my kiss. Now free, my hands enjoyed the freedom to grope my Sister's big breasts. My groin started grinding onto Joy's thigh and I felt my thigh rub against her groin.

I would have continued but I came. Shute I came. Shit, I pulled back. Joy also groaned and I noticed her upper chest was flushed pink. But I had a problem.

"I think we had better stop," I said. "I have to go."

Joy looked down at my groin as I tried to extract myself from the bag.

"You might want to change."

As I got to the door she cried. "Wait hold on. I think, let me check."

She ducked her head out the door.

"Sorry, you can't leave yet."

"Why not?"

"Mum and Dad haven't finished." I looked puzzled then the penny dropped.

"Oh."

I was still trying to hide the big wet spot on my shorts.

"Gus, stop it, I know you just came."

"How embarrassing."

" I'll let you into a secret".

"What secret?"

"I just came too."

I was stunned into silence.

"Come here, Doofus." I did and she kissed me. Her breasts swinging. She looked at the pearl. "Thanks for this, I love it."

I touched her breast and ran my finger around her nipple.

"It looks at home between your breasts."

Joy changed the subject. "Look plan B, maybe I have something you can wear."

She went to her closet and pulled out a cream long dress.

"Not a dress, really Sis."

"It's not a dress, it's a Kaftan. The male hippies wear them all the time. Get undressed."

"No. I mean I can't."

"Okay, I get it. Just your top then."

I took my teeshirt off. I was much whiter than I used to be.

Joy slipped the kaftan over my head and it fell to the floor.

"Now take your shorts and undies off. I can't see you now."

I squirmed out of them but I could still feel the sperm all over my skin.

"Maybe wipe yourself with your tee shirt."

I turned around and completed the complicated maneuver.

"Now put them in my dirty clothes, I'll get them in the washed tomorrow."

After I dumped them there, she went to the basket and buried them deeper.

"Can't have Mum finding spunky men's undies in my clothes basket now can we."

I was a bunch of nerves and it showed.

"Let's listen to Billy Thorpe for a while."

We were back in separate bean bags. My heart rate returned to normal. I sort of liked being stark naked under this dress thing. My junk swung freely but I was totally covered. If I got another stiffy it would be easier to hide.

Well, I did get another one, just sitting there listening, while my mind replayed the last half hour. My sexual experiences had expanded but the only problem was it was my Sister who delivered them. I said to myself she was just training me. But then I knew she had also cum. Was that what she was getting out of this? I mean she had masturbated in the vineyard also.

I was conflicted. Billy finished. I liked it. I would have to buy a record player. Joy put The Seekers on and turned them down a bit so they became background music.

"I want to ask you some stuff, Gus."

"Sure that's cool." I laughed. I felt like a hippy in that moment.

"Well, these are big times. Like we landed on the moon.""

"But the computer on board couldn't handle the last instruction, so Armstrong had to land manually," I added.

"How do you know that?"

"It's all we computer students talk about. We had an assignment to write our own computer code. We had to learn the special language it was written in: AGC. But that was for the advanced students."

"Like you."

"Yes," I said shyly.

"My Brother the computer genius."

'I guess."

"Well, I'm proud. But I have a serious question. Next year you turn twenty, well in a year."

"I know, it scares me shitless."

"So what will you do?"

"I don't know. The professor thinks he might be able to get me out of it if my number comes up. Under National interest."

"They can't put my computer genius into a war surely."

"That's the thing. But my number has to come up."

"This fuckin Vietnam war, we shouldn't be in it. Sorry for swearing Gus."

"I feel the same way. It's been a big year. My first boob. My first kiss. But I'm afraid I'll die a virgin soldier."

"Have you seen the movie??

"What no, I've not been to a movie since we saw Fantasia as a family."

"Really and you live in Melbourne. Bastard, what a waste. Okay sorry, I know computers. What about we go to the Drive-in next time you come home?"

"You would go to the Drive-in with your Brother."

"I would be proud to be seen with him."

"Like in the dark with steamed-up windows?"

"That is not what I meant."

"Okay, it's a date. No, no that came out wrong. It's on the calendar."

"You coming up in July? I wish it was earlier."

"You do."

" I miss my little Brother. He's in the big smoke and I'm pulling beers in a bar in the boondocks. They are building a new building, did you hear?"

"No, a better bar?"

" I hope so. I saw the plans the other day. It looks like it will be classy."

"Classy and Coomie don't go together that well. But better than Pooncarie."

It was the district joke. Pooncarie kids were considered the dumb kids of the district. The joke was about inbreeding.

"Look it's late. You keep that Kaftan. I bought it for a hippy dress-up night at the club. Did you hear of Woodstock?"

"No, why would I?"

"It was a big music festival in the States. I wish we had something like that. What I'd give to see Boaz, Joplin and Hendrix all at the same time."

"Do I know them?"

"Augustus, really! I will write to you and send a list of records for you to buy. You can play them on your new record player."

"So I am getting one?"

Joy gave me a look that would make sultana grapes turn to sultanas on the vines.

"And make it a good one, no cheap shit. I know you can afford it. Wear that Kaftan and at least pretend you're here."

She was still naked up top. I moved in and copped a cheeky feel. She turned me toward the door and then swatted my arse.

"Bed big boy."

It was three am. But it was Boxing Day, so we could all sleep in.

"Can you come to the club on New Year's Eve? I'm behind the Bar all night, but I want someone to take me home. "

"I guess I can. Goodnight and thanks for teaching me... stuff."

Joy giggled and closed her door.

I went to my room but couldn't sleep until I rubbed another one out. If I had trouble not thinking of Sis when I masturbated last year, I was toast this year.

New Year's Eve was essentially boring. I did have quite a few conversations. Everyone knew everyone. A few friends from school came up to me. Mainly to comment on my sexy sister, and see if I could put a good word in for them.

She was popular working in the bar, very busy and great at her job. She plied me with drinks that looked alcoholic but were essentially fizzy soda. I needed to be sober.

One or two girls stopped to speak. I tried to imagine asking them out or kissing them. But no male body responses said, go for it. I was worried about the compulsory kiss at midnight.

There were fireworks planned if you call it that. Every man and his dog had them. Well, not the dogs. This night was a dog's worst nightmare. Fireworks were freely available and kids could buy them with pocket money. They hadn't been banned yet.

Thirty minutes before midnight Joy called me over.

"Can you stay by my side till after midnight? I don't want some drunk old blocky trying to get a kiss. In fact, come back here and pack some glasses. Be useful, seeing that you haven't picked a chick up tonight."

So I became a dish pig for a few minutes. The Telly was the countdown clock. We only had two channels in those days. It was the country. But the city only had four.

Some locals reckoned we should have two countdowns, as Adelaide was bloody closer than Sydney by a good stretch. They were half an hour behind.

Of course, fireworks went off early depending on some person's watch at which party. I stuck close to Sis. The countdown happened and she turned and kissed me, like proper. I nearly stuck in my tongue. Oops.

"Happy New Year Gus."

"Joyous New Year Joy."

We hugged and I stood my ground as customers begged her for a kiss. Her standard line up and down the bar was... (insert their name here) I'd rather kiss my brother..... Which brought their mates into a friendly ribbing situation. Thus Joy avoided a bunch of kisses.

It was past two once Joy and the team had finished closing up.

"Take me to the River Gus."

"Most of the spots will have drunk parties going on."

"Good point. Take me to Fletchers Lake."

Fletchers was a salt lake behind Dareton, which was the town the club was in.

"I'll drive, I know where I'm going when I get there."

"You mean, shute I could have had a drink."

"Why here?" I said as we bumped along a bush track down to the lake's edge.

"Sometimes Gus, I come here after work and just look at the stars. I wanted to share the New Year with you. I think we have gotten closer this year. Which is strange as you were not here for most of it."

She pulled out a brown paper bag from the boot. She took my hand as we walked out onto the surface of the lake.

"Just be careful you tread on the hard stuff."

"I know, I have been here before."

The moon had just set its quartered shape below the horizon but the white salt shone in its own light.

"I reckon the lake reflects the starlight on a night like this."

I looked up, there were the heavens I knew so well. The Milky Way was so thick I felt I could walk on it also.

"This spot is very hard. Lie down, Gus."

We lay and held hands as we did it.

"Remember when we were kids? I'd take your little hand in mine and we would walk through the vines to the canal bank and lie down looking at the stars."

"That's right we did, didn't we? You don't get stars like this in Melbourne."

"I don't think I could live there then Gus."

"Well I don't like the crowds, nor the noise or the isolation. I talked to more people I know tonight than I would meet in a bar in Melbourne."

"Gus, I always want to live in the country. But not here. I like the Murry River, but give me green hills with rocky ledges. Plenty of good rain and county folk. I could work on a farm, but a block is too boxed in."

"Well, I think dreaming is important. If I could I wouldn't be in Melbourne. It's just they have computers. One day Joy every kid will have their own computer they carry to school."

"You're kidding, right? Don't they weigh tons and take up whole rooms."

"They do at the moment but they won't forever."

"I guess we can both dream."

"It never hurts. Well, these types of dreams don't."

"Gus I bought some fireworks. Seven rockets, the perfect number."

We set to spreading them along the salt surface. They pushed in easily. Then she pulled out a half-full chilled bottle of champagne and some club glasses.

"Someone left it there."

We filled the glasses and put them on the lake.

Then we scurried like rabbits lighting the wicks as quick as we could.

"Whoosh, whoosh, then came the bangs and pops as starbursts lit the sky. The lake turned the colour of the sky with each explosion.

We lifted our Glasses.

"Happy New Year Joy."

"Happy New darling Brother."

We kissed under the falling light of the last rocket's burst. It was definitely a tongue kiss.

"We don't have to practice tonight Gus."

"That wasn't practice, I wanted to do that."

"So did I. But I think we need to leave it at that."

I know it was feeling for both of us but the shadow of the night dropped its curtain on my soul. For I knew that this was all it could be, and as good as it could get.

"That was a perfect end to a magical hour Gus, but we need to get home."

We walked back hand in hand to the car. Strangely I didn't get hard. It was a different feeling that I had.

"You know I go back to Melbourne in two days."

"I know."

"I'll miss you."

"So will I. But I'll always remember tonight."

The train took me back to the big smoke. Joy sent me that list. I bought a top-of-the-range record player. I could afford it. I worked hard that University break writing software for a bank.

I bought the records. Almost all of those on the list. I spent any downtime I had in a beanbag listening to them and thinking of those two magical nights with my sister.

The music and my hand became my escapism. I couldn't get it up for anyone but my Sister. I knew I had a problem, but that was drowned in computer code.

I know I promised her July, but I got a really great job opportunity that took the whole mid-year break. I wrote to Joy explaining but promised to come up in September. I booked the Train before I could change my mind.

The September should have been good but Joy was distant. Nothing went to plan. She was grumpy, I knew I had upset her by delaying, but she did not even take the time to talk to me about it.

I was only home for a week. I was miserable by the end of it. It was her birthday at the end of October so I left a present of four new albums from artists on the list. I included a note that simply said, 'I'm sorry' I gave the wrapped parcel to Mum to give her on her birthday.

Christmas came. I hadn't heard from her regarding my present and I knew I had blown it. The trouble was I was still fixated on her as I took my sexual relief.

I felt guilty and maybe it was because I was her Brother. Maybe she decided we needed to cool it big time. I didn't have the guts to draw that line. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. My time in the dog house made it worse. I had to do something special for Christmas.

I bought a car. A new car. Not for her. Not that special yet. But so I could bring her present up. I wasn't trusting it to the train.

I arrived by car, a week earlier than normal. Driving up I suddenly thought, long drives do this, make you think.

Shit she had a boyfriend. Probably wasn't a virgin anymore. I still had not gone out with anyone. Still not kissed another person, nor undid another bra. Shute, I was screwed. How could I explain my lack of effort?

As I passed through Mildura I bought a local paper so I could check out the Drive-in movies. The problem was she worked nights and I had no idea which nights she would be free. But I guessed I would find out soon enough.

I arrived at the Block but no one was home. With My new Brahman Holden sedan parked near the house. I unloaded the present, which took a few trips into an old shed no one went into and covered it with a tarp. Next, I went for a walk among the vines. The crop was looking healthy. I also had a present for Dad and Mum, but it was already here.

I thought about the year. It was a lot of work. Work I loved. The pay was unbelievable. But it was the side investments I made that made the real money. Maybe I went on a spending spree. But for me, everything was an investment. God knows I spent nothing on myself for two years.

I disappeared through the vines for an hour to check out the state of things, and my big surprise. I only came back when I saw the family car come back up the drive.

Mum and Dad were standing around my new car scratching their heads. I was not expected for at least three days.

Dad was out looking for the stranger. I bumped into him as we both turned a shed corner together.

"Gus! What? It's you. Is that your car?"

"Surprise."

He shook my hand. "Impressive, fine family car, I guess you have a big loan now."

"No Dad, Cash. Bonuses from the July work."

"So it was worth not coming back."

"I wouldn't say that. Joy was pissed at me for breaking a promise and probably still is."

"Probably not the reason," Mum said as she hugged me. "But you will need to talk to her."

"Where is she?" It was a talk I wanted to have sooner than later.

"She is working as usual. Her car broke down and she hasn't been able to afford to fix it. We dropped her down this afternoon before our meeting. Maybe you could pick her up, she finishes at eleven. Now come inside and have a cuppa. Tell us all about how the year has gone."

I received the third degree, I didn't tell them about everything. Dad went on about the car.

"It's not even a small car, like a Torana. Are you sure you're not dealing drugs?"

I laughed. "No Dad, it turns out writing computer code for banks is much more lucrative."

"So you're employed by them?"

"No, not employed, I'm a consultant. I go in and solve problems. That way I can work for several clients at the same time. That car represents a week's work."

"And here I am a lowly blocky."

"Who is making better money than the neighbours, because his genius son designed his watering system." Mum chipped in.

"True, did you hear about poor old Jim next door?"

"No, well not directly. What happened?"

"Two things, I think it was the War. He kept on having episodes. His son got drafted and his own World War Two experiences came back to haunt him. He ended up going AWOL, he was so behind, so the Bank foreclosed on him."

"So who bought it?"

"That's it we don't know. Some out-of-towners. It's the big mystery. A work crew came in four weeks ago and cleaned up the house and property, gave the place a lick of paint. But who is going to run it, the vines are a mess."

"I guess the vines have suffered from lack of water?"

"No, I couldn't allow that. I actually ran the water, the last two allocations, so those vines would at least survive the summer."

"You're a good man Dad."

Mum served up a nice meal of chops and three veg.

"Do you mind washing up love, while I make up your room? You sort of caught me short. I always like to give your room a good dub before you come home."

I gladly helped as it took my mind off meeting Joy. I turned up five minutes before closing. She was busy moving the last few drinkers on and closing down the Bar. I stood inside the door and watched for a minute, then moved forward.

"Gus!" Her yell broke the silence. She vaulted the bar and ran to me, arms open into a huge swinging hug.

"It's you, you're early, shit, I can't believe it."

She kissed me. She whispered in my ear.

"I'll give you a proper one later."

Now I was confused. It's like last year didn't happen. I was on tenterhooks while I watched her close. I knew what I wanted to do. It might just work.

As I walked to my car she linked her arm into mine and put her head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop Joy. I want to take you somewhere so we can have a talk and then we can enjoy Christmas."

She started looking around.

"Where's the car?"

"Right here," I swivelled to unlock the passenger door next to her.

"What you are kidding. Did you steal it?"

"Funny, Dad thought I was running drugs."

"I can still smell the leather," Joy said as I hopped behind the wheel.

"I picked it up last week. I had to drive real slow on the way up here as the motor had not been broken in. It's all good now though."

"So little Bother, you are doing all right!"

I smiled, as I drove out the back of town toward Fletchers Lake.

"Yes, thanks I so need this," Joy exclaimed as she realised I was not going home.

I drove off the dirt road onto the track that led to the Lake. I stopped on the ridge looking down on the Salt. The moon was waining so it threw its silvery light off the white. It was very romantic but I wasn't there for that.

"Remember that night, New Year's."

"Yes, it seems an eternity ago."

"Well, I wanted to say I'm sorry for July and breaking my promise. I hadn't realised how important it was."

"I'm sorry for September."

"Well, that did leave me confused. I must have really pissed you off."

"I can't deny you didn't Jack, but I was over it by then. What were you doing in July? "

"I was asked to do a very well-paying job. It was the sort of opportunity that opened doors."

"I hope it paid well then, as it took you from visiting me."

I could read the hurt still in my Sister's voice.

"It was a six-week contract. Let's just say that this car was just one of those weeks' salary."

"You are joking. And here I am with a crappy car that breaks down and it will take me six months of work pulling beers to save for its repair."

"Life is not fair, I agree. I think I've found that out. To think I've just fallen into the top job of a new age. But I don't want to talk about that now. I want to say I'm deeply sorry that I chose money over you. It's not the sort of life I want to live."

"Gus, I'm only your Sister. I wouldn't have hesitated to do what you did if it was me making the choice. But I forgive you."

We were silent for a while.

"My turn. About September. There were three factors controlling why I was such a bitch."

I began to protest.

"No, let me talk. Perhaps the main thing for my mood was it was the wrong time of the month. I was just feeling lousy."

"I think I know what you are talking about but I'm not sure how that affects mood. We males don't get to find out anything about a girl's periods.

"I think I might need to educate you on it, but later. Second I was shit scared."

"Why?"

"I'm sorry, but you waltz in here for just a week and then you leave two days before the big day, and you say bloody nothing. I was so worried but you didn't even think to even talk about it."

"It wasn't your birthday, what did I miss?"

"Bloody hell, WHAT was on the eighteenth of September?"

I stopped and thought.

"Oh, Shute, conscription lottery day."

"Yes you bastard, I was dreading my little brother would be called up and you didn't give a shit. I was so pleased your birth date wasn't picked. But nothing, before or after. What gives?"

"Well, I forgot about it. I came home to a grumpy sister and my mind was trying to work out why. No excuse, but I had it from my professor that if my number came up I was to get an exemption on importance to county grounds. I had done a bit of consulting for the Department of Defence. I think the Prof organised it so he could make the argument if the worst happened."

"And you didn't think to tell me."

"I didn't realise you were so worried."

"Okay, I didn't take the time to talk to you. In fact, I made myself scarce. That was my fault. One question about conscription and I would have saved myself a lot of pain."

"So why did you make yourself scarce? I was thinking maybe you had a boyfriend and lost your virginity or something."

"Oh Bro, well I went out with a few guys but nothing happened. That sort of brings up the third thing. I was worried we were getting too close. Like my lessons were..."

She left that hanging.

"I get it. I've been having the same feelings. But then you said lead with feelings, not process."

"I know, my feelings were winning. You missing July showed me how deep they had become. I missed you so much it hurt. It still does, I see you in Melbourne with all the opportunities, but you bury your head in a computer.

"If I was there I would go to the movies, see Bands live. Live a different life. But I'm stuck here living with Mum and Dad."

"And I'm mister independent living my dream. That brings up a question. Do you like living with our Parents?"

"It's okay I guess. I do like my job. I left school at fifteen, so I don't expect much. I had hoped a knight in shining armour would take me away and give me a baby by now."

"And all you get is your Brother. Must be depressing. So if you could, would you live on your own, even if it was just down the road."

"I've thought about it but I can't afford it. I would move to Melbourne, but I don't like cities. Neither could I afford the rent."

"You could stay with me?"

"I have actually thought about that. But read the previous statement about deep feeling for a Brother."

"Yeah, I might not get anything done. Truth is this year you would never have seen me. I was never home except to snatch sleep. It would have been September replayed every month."

"Enough talk, let's go down to the lake."

The stars were shining bright even through the moonlight. Kangaroos and rabbits scattered as we edged down the slope.

We walked hand in hand across the white until we found a place for our backs and lay down to look up.

" Gus can we forget last year, pretend for us it didn't happen."

"So long as it doesn't include New Year's here I would love to. But then we would have to walk home, I wouldn't have that car."

"And I wouldn't have those Albums you gave me as a present. Thanks for that, I've nearly worn them out playing them so much."

"Music is very important to you isn't it?"

"It's my escapism. I get lost in the sounds."

"Maybe my programming is the same. I get lost in the patterns and rhythms in the code until they just fall into place."

"So did you buy a record player?"

"Yes."

"A good one?"

"The best I could find."

"So you bought the albums."

"Let's say My collection of opera has grown."

"Gus!"

"Rock opera that is."

"Bugger!" She whacked me in the stomach.

"I think I've got every artist on the list but some are not released in Australia."

"Seriously."

"They are in the boot of the car. I thought we might get to listen to a few. It's why I needed a big car."

"Stop kidding."

"Cross my heart. Okay, deal. You can choose to keep fifty per cent of them to listen to this year and we can swap next Christmas."

"Deal, I'll enjoy listening to my three albums then."

I just smiled.

"You know I love you Sis."

"I do, and I owe you a kiss."

"I'll take what I can get."

Joy rolled onto me and we kissed. A passionate sexually charged kiss. She started to move her body onto me and I got harder and harder. I know she could feel it.

But suddenly the salt got softer. Mud crawled through cracks that were popping in a radius around my back.

"Stop Joy, shit!"

"Did you cum again?

"No, but the lake did."

Aware of the changes my sister laughed. We had broken through the salt crust into the black oozing mud below. Thick and pongy.

"Hop off Joy."

"No way, I'm still mud free."

"Well, how do we move."

"Stay there I'll use you to stand."

Like a spider, she raised up and moved herself to harder ground on her hands and feet. Then she stood on safe salt.

"Now you, I'm clear."

I struggled to move as the mud was like glue. I rolled onto harder stuff but mud transferred to my front as well. Eventually, I stood and we walked toward the shore. But I was imitating a scarecrow or the Tin Man as I walked.

"You know you stink." She was laughing so much she snorted.

"State the bleeding obvious dear Sister."

We got to the car. By the time we got there, we were both laughing our heads off.

"My new car, I can't sit in it."

"Well," Joy said as she held her chin in thought, a gleam entered her eye, visible in the light of the silvery moon.

"You will just need to strip."

"I doubt I have a choice."

Joy helped me strip so I could avoid spreading the mud. I was down to my undies. The mud and stink meant that I was very soft and unlikely to harden up.

"You have to lose those too, Gus. You can't sit in them."

I turned and stepped out of them. My naked body glowed in the moonlight.

"Do you have water? You need to clean your hands if you're going to drive."

"You want me to drive?"

"Well I'm not, it's a new car and I don't want to crash."

"Why would you crash?"

"I would get distracted by the naked man beside me."

My hands were sort of covering my dick as we talked it through.

"No fair, then I can't, you know, cover myself."

"Yep, another good reason. I can sit back and watch my naked brother drive."

"Do you have water so you can at least wash your hands?

"Yes. In the boot. Can you get it for me?"

Joy popped the boot and walked around the back to open it.

"Shit Gus you weren't kidding. There are, what!" she screamed," how did you get this one, holding up a rare album."

"Stop going through my albums I'm naked here. "

"All is forgiven, take me home."

"Not until I wash my hands."

"Oh, that's right."

Joy poured water on my hands and we got them sort of clean, using long grass to help scrub and dry them. I almost forgot I was naked.

"So cute, just like I remember it from bathing you."

"You aren't supposed to be looking."

I looked at the pile of stinky, muddy clothes.

"I'm leaving those here. They need to go in a bin. But definitely not in my car."

"Bring the Block truck down tomorrow, and pick them up."

"Good plan. Come with me?"

"Maybe."

The drive home was very interesting. I was driving, my mind got distracted. I started to get harder. My sister flashed a boob or two. I got rock hard. It was night, but the moon and street lights kept illuminating my predicament.

"I always wondered how big you were?"

"Well, now you know."

"You are quite the man."

"So that's how you judge a man."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Big Brother."

"But everything to be embarrassed by."

"You're my brother I have a right to see you naked."

"Since when."

"Since you were tiny."

"You know I have never seen a penis. Well, an erect one."

"I guess there are none displayed ever. Not even in Playboy."

In the late sixties censorship was very strict. Magazines were the only source of nude images but these did not include male anatomy.

"Sis, when we get home you will need to smuggle some clothes out to the car for me."

"You need to wash in the laundry before you come in. You stink, as handsome as you look. Then you will need a proper shower."

The folks were in bed, so Joy had no problem getting clothes. My suitcase was still packed and locked so she grabbed old clothes from my drawer.

I tried to wash myself in the dark which was working fine. But then my Sister turned the light on.

I screamed.

"Well, I had to see to put these down somewhere. Give me a hug big brother and then I'll give you your clothes."

"Do I get a kiss too?"

"Yes fair deal."

I stepped into her embrace. My big sister's hands when straight to my naked butt cheeks and drew me into her. The kiss was passionate and I was instantly hard again. We got lost for a few minutes.

"Okay enough, get dressed, Gus."

I made it to the shower before I embarrassed myself again by cumming while we kissed. I did cum within a minute of stroking my cock in the warm water of the shower. I was resigned to a life of wanking over my sister, but tonight was definitely grist to that mill. I went to my room with a towel wrapped around me and found my pyjamas.

I listened to my sister shower. I heard her groan and imagined she was taking relief as well.

That talk had gone well. I told myself as she called my name as she came. Sure it raised questions as did the rest of the night. But I was so pleased that we had moved on. Even if sexually it was in the wrong direction for siblings.

We went back to the lake the next morning. We took a gunny sack, a light hessian bag, the sort used to store chaff. The clothes went in the sack and we went to look at the scene of the incident in the daylight.

It is amazing how the salt recorded in detail our sins. One body shattering the surface, two sets of prints beating a retreat. One was very muddy.

"Look over there, Sis."

"Where?"

"Come" It was a used firework. We found five of the seven from almost a year ago.

Across the lake someone had been riding a motorbike, drawing long arcs in the salt surface. Now their happiness was almost permanently etched in dried black mud. At the shore, the lake threw up a collection of oddities. A dead fish, that left his hexagon-plated exoskeleton perfectly preserved in the salt. But most amazing was a dead turtle beached on the white salt. So well preserved its parched skin intact in the position it died in. Death came cruelty and that was seen in its mummified face.

"It's why I love this place, Gus. There is always something to see and find."

"Let's get back and listen to music before you need to get to work."

I threw the gunny sack in the back. We dumped it at the tip before we headed home.

The rest of the week before Christmas involved listening to music with my Sister in the mornings. Dropping her off at work, then coming back to work on my big surprise. I had to be sneaky as Mum was often around.

We didn't get all kissy-touchy-feely, we sort of came to a silent agreement that as siblings we needed to cool the hormones, and just enjoy each other's company. I certainly handed myself sexual relief in every quiet opportunity I could.

Christmas morning came. I was excited, but we did have to go to church first. The presents were under the tree. But none from me.

"Gus, go get your presents so we can start."

"All sorted Dad. Mine will need to come last."

Mum and Dad gave me a proper Akubra hat. Joy gave me a gift certificate from a Record shop in Town.

"I wasn't sure what you had bought. Lucky I did because all the ones I thought of were in your collection."

I hugged her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips in front of Mum and Dad.

Later she told me that was gutsy and worth all the records in her collection.

The Christmas tree empty, it was time for my surprise. I hope it wasn't too much, but if one goes over the top one ought to go big.

"Okay, we need to go for a walk."

I led them into the vines, through our block and into the vacant neighbours.

"What gives Gus?"

We stood in front of the newly painted fibro block house.

"Dad, Mum, this is yours, your present."

I could see the light in Dad's eyes fire up and the tears come to mums, as they stood silent and shocked.

"That's right, I bought the block next door for you, so you could have a decent chance of making a living."

I handed them a big Manila envelope.

"The deeds are in your names."

"You mean outright," Dad gasped.

"Yes, cash."

"But, you..."

"Don't say shouldn't Mum. Gus sacrificed a lot for this, but you both deserve it." Joy said beaming proudly.

"Now for yours big Sister."

I led them through the kitchen door and through to the lounge. In the corner was a large wrapped present, in fact, three around the room. Plus lots of little ones as well.

"I figured you needed to grow up and get a place of your own. So you might as well live here seeing that Mum and Dad have a spare house."

Dad hugged Mum. "The day had to come dear, better here where we can still have her close."

"But you will still need to work on the Block. Your Brother just doubled our workload."

We all laughed. "And you had better come back in July. You have a Block to pull out."

"Shute, I hadn't thought of that." They all laughed.

"Well unwrap it, Sis."

The big present in the corner was a top-of-the-range Stereo system, with amplifiers and a graphic equaliser. The two big speakers were also the best available.

On the record player was a small single, by the Beatles.

"Well play it," Dad suggested.

'All my loving' blasted into the room in high fidelity sound.

"Oh I do like the Beatles," Mum said. Dad was too busy reading the contents of the envelope to realise. But my Sister got the significance.

"You had better write every day then." She whispered to me. She gave me a long hug.

"Music at my place this afternoon?"

"There is a new Bed in here," Mum shouted as she went through the house.

She came back in. Joy had flopped in a bean bag, very overwhelmed. Mum came up to me. It was a command as much as a comment.

"You sleep at our house in your own room with us, when you visit."

"Of course Mum." I hugged her.

"It's good you're home Gus, you can help your Sister move out." Dad was ever practical.

"We might need to do some shopping before I leave also," I said to Joy as I flopped in the bag next to her. "We need to sort a car out for you."

We went back to the main house as it became known and had a terrific Christmas lunch.

"Okay," Dad said about four pm. "You two can go to Joy's place, that is weird, to listen to music. I think I want to take a nap."

"Randy old bugger," Joy giggled as we both carried a box of LPs through the vines to my Sister's.

We chatted as Joy unwrapped some of the smaller things. They included Lava lamps and a Blacklight. One of the packets contained queen-sized sheet sets for the bed.

"Ohh, I haven't even checked out the bed."

She dragged me by the hand and through to the bed and pushed me onto it.

"No salt this time." She said as she crawled on top of me.

"Now where were we, yes kissing."

We kissed and rolled all over the bed testing its softness and spring. I think my penis stayed grounded to her groin the whole time. I was so hard it hurt. We went no further, but eventually rolled onto our backs, once our lips got sore.

"Shit Brother, wow. You know how to kiss."

"I was taught well," I giggled.

"You didn't go for my Bra."

"Not this time. I think we need some ground rules. Mum and Dad are at home doing it. But I wouldn't put it past Mum to just pop over or Dad. Walking, so we wouldn't hear them. So I think no kissing during the day."

"Yeah, I heard Mum's veiled threat. Do you think they suspect something?"

"Possibly and if they do they will be looking for signs."

"So we make sure we give them nothing to suspect."

"Maybe we can keep it, kissing, to nighttime. I do want more of this." Joy added.

"But I always go home to sleep."

"Let's go back to the lounge and listen to some quiet music, then we can continue our talk."

We settled the bags so our vision was always on the back door. Don McLean was singing ballads in the background.

"' All my Loving', not that subtle Gus."

"I know but it expresses what I feel."

"So you love me."

"Yes."

"As more than a Sister?"

"I'm afraid yes." Joy took my hand in hers.

"July like made me realise that I did too, as more than a Brother."

"It hurts Joy because I know what I want us to be doing, But we can't."

"I know, I want to use that bed in the worst possible way."

"We need time. I am leaving again after New Year."

"You'll come to the Club again."

"I wouldn't miss it."

"After, perhaps we can come back here and listen to Music. Her fingers did that air quote, thing."

"So much to learn. If you want to teach me that is Sis."

"You might need to teach me some stuff," Joy said looking down at the stiffy in my pants.

"Maybe special lessons should be left till I'm about to go again. So we can control the desires a bit."

"True, it also gives my mind something to dwell on until we meet again."

"My mind is a traitorous instrument, but my hand is worse."

"Would I replace my hand with yours then?"

"So we continue doing whatever 'this' is two or three times a year."

"Yes until you find a man to sweep you off your feet and take your virginity."

"Or you find a bimbo who wants to marry you for your money."

"Either way we are Brother and Sister forever."

We went shopping, mostly practical stuff for the house. Bits of furniture and some kitchen materials. It's like nesting without the commitment.

"Ok car, what do you want?"

"Not want little brother, need. Definitely a small car. This one would be great for making out in and at the Drive-in, which we haven't done by the way. But I need a small car, I won't be driving far."

"It needs to be reliable. I'm happy to get a new one for you."

"Gus no. What I don't need is people asking questions. They will think I won the lottery or something."

"They will probably think that anyway when they find our Dad is the mystery owner."

"True and I'm living in it. So no, not new."

"Well maybe two or three years old."

"A later model Cortina should work."

We went to the Ford dealer and found a black 67 GT Cortina. We made a deal and then headed to the bank to get a bank cheque written.

The clerk serving looked at my Brother's account and called the Manager.

"I think it best if the boss serves you himself, sir."

We were treated to a nice cup of Tea. The manager sought to find out more.

"I know your father, and I'm pleased to meet you. You have done some significant business through our bank lately. Including a fruit block. Can I ask, as it appears our bank pays you some significant consulting fees, what do you do?"

I watched my brother suddenly go all professional and business-like.

"I'm a computer specialist. I get the bank out of problems when their computer system has issues."

"My goodness, and you're a Curlwaa boy. Impressive. Where did you go to school?"

"Wenty High."

"Most unusual, and this is your Sister." Gus nodded. "Well, young Lady, anytime you need a loan or help from a bank please ask for me personally."

A clerk brought in a bank check and handed it to Joy.

"It is your car I take it. I suggest handing it to the sales department yourself. It will impress them. Business is about impressions, which I am sure your Brother is well versed in."

We laughed all the way back to my car.

"Impressive little brother. You certainly were the quiet confident man in there. I also am convinced you didn't hold up a bank."

"In a way, a computer programmer, working on a broken mainframe is like holding a bank to ransom. That's why it pays well."

We picked up the car and I followed my Sister home.

On my way home I had time to think in the car. Did I really want to spend my life just reeling in the money and working long hours to do it? There must be a better life. Maybe one day soon I could have my own computer at home and work from there. The university was part of the ARPANET project that I was working on with my Professors.

Maybe one day I could work on the code and send it over the phone in packages. It was possible to compile punch cards and send them in the mail but that was tedious boring work. Even though I played punchcard computing as a kid.

It is exciting to be at the forefront of a new revolution though. It helped my mind could read code as easily as reading a book and recognise spelling or grammar mistakes instantly. No one in our department could do that.

New Year's came around too quickly. We talked as a family about our newfound wealth and decided to make the story we tell that a rich uncle of Dad's died and left us some money.

It was fortunate we did as the grapevine was very active throughout the district. A farm, house, and two cars were not normal acquisitions in the area in a short space of time. Many of my conversations that New Year's consisted of fielding those questions.

I even had a local girl, known to be a bit loose, hint strongly that the front seat of my car might be an advantage, and the back seat better still. It was a first. But I'm sure it had nothing to do with my personality.

After closing I drove my Sister home. Our house was dark, so I parked the car and we slipped through the vines to Joy's house.

We continued the party by listening to Floyds 'The Piper at the Gates of Dawn' album. It cleared the possums from the roof right smartly. We sat side by side on the bean bags.

"I know why you like this album, Gus, it's the soundscape of a computer room."

"I guess it is. Those mainframes do whir a bit."

"Gus, can I ask you something naughty?"

"You can ask always."

"Can I hold you?"

I looked at our held hands puzzled.

"I mean your Penis."

"Oh."

"The other night was the first time I saw a stiff one. So maybe I should find out what they feel like too. You know for educational reasons."

"Are you sure, it is a big step, for me at least?"

"I can't get it out of my head, I might as well find out more before you go."

"You masturbate don't you Joy? I mean girl style."

"Yes Gus, normally thinking about you these days."

"I can't stop masturbating thinking about you. That's the big problem."

"So if we like to do something now, it will help when you leave. To last the distance to July."

"I guess that's logical."

"You could feel me also, at the same time."

"You mean masturbate each other?"

"Sort of, but, maybe just feel for now."

We sat and listened to Floyd for a while, thinking about what would soon happen.

"I think Gus I need to get some towels. I am already getting wet thinking about it."

"You get wet, like down there."

It was a new concept, for once again there was no real sexual information available in general.

"Yes Doofus, how else does a guy get to get in here," she pointed down. "We need lubrication."

"Oh I get it, like me, I produce some slippery stuff, but I can't think it would be enough to get a seat wet."

"When I climax I do, sometimes a lot. So yes, I'll get towels."

I stood and we put the towels down on the beanbags. We moved together to kiss. I was stiffening up quickly.

"I don't think we should kiss. If we have no pants on it might be too easy for us to go too far."

My big Sister certainly thought about this stuff more than I had.

"Good idea. Just touching."

"And looking."

True it will be the first time I've seen a girls privates.

"So we just pull our pants down."

I guess but have them handy just in case.

We had the lights off but were lit by three lava lamps and a black light. I shucked my shorts but left my underwear on. Joy did the same.

"That looks awesome in the black light Gus. Your undies are glowing."

"So are yours."

They were a bright iridescent purple.

"Far out cool."

"I hope your penis glows as well you are very white down there."

Nervously I slipped them off.

"Not so much, but I love the way it is sticking straight up."

I started to sway to the Music. My genitals bobbed and moved in syncopation with my hips.

"I love that Gus."

"I love you watching me. I actually don't feel embarrassed."

"Come here Gus, time to feel."

I walked up to my Sister as she sat in the beanbag. She had a good view looking up at my balls and cock. Just like sitting under a vine and looking at grapes, big grapes. Tentatively she reached up her hand and touched the low-hanging fruit.

"Wow, I can see them turning in their sack."

Joy cupped them tenderly. I didn't have many hairs there yet.

"Kneel, Gus, your penis is too high from here."

I knelt next to her head.

"That's better." Joy pulled my penis down to the horizontal then let go.

"It has some spring. It's warm too."

Next Joy wrapped her fingers around me and gently squeezed. I groaned. It was so different when it was someone else hands. That it was my Sister was blowing my mind.

Like many of the boys born after the war, I was circumcised. The Soldiers knew the problem of keeping a foreskin clean in trenches.

"It is so soft on the surface, I didn't expect that."

I moved her hand up and down a few times.

"I feel the hardness under the surface. It stays still while the outer skin moves. It also feels great."

"It is why us boys can't leave ourselves alone."

"So if I squeeze you tight down there you could still move."

I nearly came at that. The idea was marvellous. It was the first time either of us indicated that we might end up fucking.

She moved her fingers to the head, which was very deep purple by now. I had a nicely shaped top. Slightly larger than my circumference. It was very sensitive.

"Oh, it's spongy."

My sister cupped it in her hand and squeezed it. Watched the blood leave it as became lighter, then observed it swell again as it filled with blood.

"What is the fluid at the top it is very slippery Gus."

"That's a guy's lubrication. It's not sperm, but it can contain some."

I showed her how to squeeze out more. Joy ran this fluid around and over my head with her fingers.

"If you keep doing that I might just cum."

"Can you, I would like to see that."

She got enthusiastic and ran her other hand down my shaft.

"Careful......" My warning was too late. I blasted a load right into her face. The second load slashed into her mouth which had opened in surprise. She stopped the third load with her hand. I watched her mouth swallow its contents.

"Oh my God, Gus. I'm covered in the stuff. That was so hot."

I picked up a towel and gently cleaned her up.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to do that." I was panicking that this might be the end of everything.

"Don't be sorry Gus, that was the most exciting thing I've ever done."

"Really."

My Sister nodded and her cheeky grin concerned her statement.

"Okay, sit, my turn."

"I think I had better take this top off as well, it already has some of your juices on it."

She unbuttoned the blouse revealing a black bra.

"Can you still undo a bra, bro? Get up here."

I stood again and we hugged. I kissed her again and could taste my sperm on her tongue. My right hand snaked around her body and undid the bra in one movement. It was a fluke.

"Impressive," she moaned.

My left hand removed the bra as we continued kissing.

"Down boy," Joy gasped and pushed me back into the beanbag. Looking up I realised that apart from her panties we were hugging totally naked.

She then slowly removed those panties and she was totally nude. I just stared. Although I had just cum, my penis rose back to full hardness.

"Your hairs are very neat unlike mine," I said.

"That's because I trim them with a razor."

"But who is going to see it trimmed?"

"Maybe I did it just for my little brother."

"Oh shute, that is hot."

"Time for lessons. Female anatomy 102. 101 was breasts."

She straddled the beanbag and I had the perfect view, except it was dark.

"I can't see well in the shadows."

"Wait there."

She returned with a torch and gave it to me.

"Just don't get my face, I like watching your dick twitch."

She showed me the structures of her lips. Again no sex education or texts so she used big lips and little lips for the labia. It really was an era of self-education, which we were acing.

"This bit between my lips I call the runway, as it leads to my vagina. It is smooth and slippery. I think it would help a dick find its way in the dark. You can feel it later."

"Now down here is my actual vagina. It's a long way down. So don't go poking that thing too high. It will slip upward and away."

"Um Joy, are you saying you want me to try, like put it in?"

"Read that as you like but this applies to any old manky dick, so don't get ahead of yourself."

I noticed some fluids release and start to trickle down her legs.

"What is that fluid?"

"That's my girl juices, lubrication."

"Why did you just release some?"

"I liked the idea that you might try. I get turned in too you know. Now you know what an arse hole is. It is very close to the vagina, so don't go too low. I don't want you... I don't want any guy missing and going in back there."

I was stunned at all I was seeing and learning.

"Now this is how we masturbate."

My sister slid her fingers in and around her lips. She slipped a finger in.

"This is called fingering. Some guys and girls do this instead of going all the way. It was what you saw me doing in the vines a year and a half ago."

"You saw me?

"Yes doofus, that's why I was fingering myself. It was so hot."

Automatically my hand went down and started playing with myself.

"Hands off, I don't want it going off again, at least not without my help."

Her fingers started going faster and one was hurried deep in her vagina.

"Oh shit I'm going to cum soon myself."

She pulled her hand away.

"One last place, the most important place. No, not the hole, up the top here. See this little button thing, yes she has come out to play. Give me your finger.

Now like I ran my finger around your head, run it around this without touching the button."

"My finger was on a girl's, what's it."

"Yes, shit, press a bit. Now, press it on the button."

"Yes like that, move it, yes cummming fuuuck yes!" she screamed.

Her body spasmed as she held my finger firmly in place. I looked up to see her vaginal passage clamping open and shut, then she pissed on me. I spluttered.

She settled, but I was too traumatized by Joy actually pissing on me to notice.

"Why did you piss on me, Joy?"

She laughed, "Taste it."

"I'm not tas.... wait a minute."

It was already in my mouth.

"It is different. What is it?"

"That my dear sweat innocent Little Brother is my cum juices. Sometimes, when I'm really turned on I release a lot at once."

"So I made you cum."

"Oh yes!"

I smiled up at her grinning. I grabbed the towel from her beanbag and started cleaning her and myself.

"I'll get more towels."

I stood, the one under me was very damp.

"Lucky the bean bags are vinyl, Sis."

She put new towels down and we sat naked together.

"You're hard again."

"You're still naked."

"Point."

"So now we know about each other, let's put on another album and help each other."

"Like, play with each other."

"Maybe one more cum, then you need to go home. "

We sat listening to Cream. We thought it appropriate. Our hands crossed, I got to explore my Sister. There were a lot of firsts tonight. But when I slipped my finger into her that tipped me over.

Joy had been using her juices on me. She became more purposeful in her strokes. The heel of my palm was pressing down on that little button area and she was grinding her hips up to meet it. My finger, buried deep, was experiencing her passage pulsing around it.

I groaned "cumming" and thrust up into her fist. We came together. Both our buttocks were off the bean bags and I was trying hard to paint the ceiling.

My spunk only flew a few feet and splashed down over both of us. We sat stunned and satiated and stunned.

"Wow, that progressed quickly."

"It's why you need to go home. Both now and to Melbourne, I don't think I can control myself anymore."

"I get what you mean. You are my Sister and we shouldn't have intercourse".

I stood and started to dress.

"Wait, you need to shower first. You can't go home smelling like that. Mum would know that you had sex even if you only walked through the kitchen. She stood too and smelt me. I got a loving kiss before she turned my naked body toward the shower.

"You go first, I don't trust myself."

"You can watch if you like."

"No not even to watch, your body is so turning me on the moment."

I dressed in the bathroom and came out to find my Sister still naked. Man, could I smell the sex in the room? Joy threw herself at me for a long kiss and cuddle.

We pulled back.

"Now scoot. And no more of this until next year."

"But it's already the first of January 1971. That's a whole year."

"Good point. But we should try. It will give us a chance to assess how we feel."

"You mean you want to... fuck... me?" That word was around, but so taboo that saying it was difficult.

"Yes, I definitely want you to fuck me, Little Brother, that's why we have to cool it."

"Well, at least you gave me enough memories to last a year."

"So long as you don't wear the thing out," she grabbed my crotch. We groaned.

"Now scoot. Happy New Year Big Brother."

"Happy New Year juicy Joy."

I wandered through the vines to home and my bed.

The last two days flew so fast because I was in a daydream state of mind. Sex truly was at the Gates of Dawn, but I was yet to pass through. But who was the piper?

July came and I took five weeks off to work on the Block. Joy got the flu just before I arrived. Mum was looking after her and sleeping at her place to keep an eye on her.

But true to our word we cooled it. Yes, we had sneaky long kisses, once Joy recovered, but that was all. We secretly knew we could wait. Besides we had waited nineteen years. Each other's company was enough. Just. But it was harder listening to music together, as the memories of that New Year's session were burned deep.

What I did discover was that my sister's company was the most treasured thing in my life. I just loved being with her. Working on the block together. Eating with her, even if normally in Mum and Dad's company.

I would make love to her through the music. Through Albums I purchased for her to listen to. By sneaking into her house, while she was sick in bed, and putting a soft love ballad on the Stereo.

Music wove its way into our souls and bound us. So when I returned to Melbourne that July it was in a soulless car. The car had a radio but county music channels did not cut it. The night before I left, our last real kiss, my sister put her hand on my hard penis and whispered.

"When you wrap your hand around this beast, think of it as my hand. When you dream, dream of my breasts and when you cum, scream my name into the night."

I sighed, my longing to take her was overwhelming, but I knew I couldn't.

"I know Gus, I feel your hands ever present on my breasts. Maybe Christmas we will have sorted out what to do about it."

So the car trip was a nightmare. The more miles I put between my Sister the more I wanted to turn around and chuck the Melbourne thing in. I drove into despair.

I still thought, read and slept code. It was all I had but to drown myself in, a sea of numbers. Don McLean's 'And I Love You So' taunted my mind, although I did change the words slightly. And evening brings those 'mammaries' I can't forget. I screamed her name into the night every night. I felt guilty every morning and got lost in code every day. Only to go back to the beast in my hand at night.

Wanking is like holding your destiny in your hand. Sperm is wasted on sheets and walls. Prodegy unrealised. I knew it had to change. I received a phone call one evening in November that got that ball rolling, although I didn't know it at the time.

It was Joy, from down at the town pay phone.

"I can't talk long, but you have to make sure you are not working at the end of January. Please please please clear these dates: January 28th to February 2nd. Promise me."

"Why what is happening?"

"Your Christmas present. I don't care if you don't get back for Christmas, just be with me on those days."

"Do I get to know beforehand?"

"Maybe, Mum and Dad, said I can't go unless you were with me. They took some convincing, so you can't back out."

"So how are the Olds?"

"Doing well. They are planning a trip next year after the Harvest. The double crop made a huge difference. Even though the grapes from the new block were of a poor standard. They should be better this year. Particularly thanks to the new watering plan you recommended.

"It helped us cooling it in July. Mum confided she was worried we were getting too close. I think if she suspected anything, there would be no way in hell she would let me go in January."

"So we won't be in Curlwaa."

"No, Bro, I'll drive down to Melbourne a few days before and we will leave from there."

"I'm more and more intrigued. Ok, I will block out that time."

"Look, if you can make some big money in early January, do it. I'll even give up New Year's, but if you do come home for Christmas, perhaps you should express that you are not that keen to go with me, but will do it because you're my brother and you will keep me safe."

"You know I miss you so much, and I so want to continue our education."

"I know we set Christmas as the time for turning us both on again. But can we wait so as not to make Mum suspicious? I promise I will make it worth the sacrifice."

A voice interrupted us.

"You have thirty seconds left, please insert more coins if you wish to continue."

"Sorry, I'm out of coins, I love you, Gus. Much more than as a brother."

My heart lept. It was the first time she said it so clearly.

"Joy, I love..." the fateful click that disconnected us did not allow me to finish.

I must be dumb. I have so much money, why haven't I had a phone connected at Joy's house? Maybe I could organise it for Joy for Christmas.

I did make it up for Christmas, but only for a few days. We cooled it in a way. Joy was so thrilled I made it. I tried to get more info out of her but she told me to wait till present time.

I arrived on Christmas Eve. Dad was keen to chat with me about Joy. I told him not tonight, it has been a long drive, maybe tomorrow. I needed to at least know what I was defending.

Christmas morning brought its own routines. This year my presents to Mum and Dad were the biggest, a luggage set. I found out they were going on a cruise. I included a cheque for some spending money.

"Your present last year is paying for the cruise but this is nice. Thanks, son."

"Thanks, Pet," Mum added. "You look after us all so well."

My present to Joy also was a smaller box. She unwrapped it eagerly.

"A telephone, a funky one granted, but a phone? I don't have a phone line."

"Yes you do," said Dad. "Gus and I organised it last week. Your brother is paying the bills so feel free to chat STD to him as long as you like." He chuckled. "You might regret that son. Maybe both ways."

"How so."

"Hip pocket and ear damage."

"Dad!" Joy shouted as she dove on him and tickled him.

"I'm just pleased that if anyone tries to break in, or worse attack Joy, she can ring for help. I've been a bit worried about that since she moved in."

"Mum, I wished you had told me that, she could have had a phone all year." I protested.

"Well, you are next Bro. She handed me a small envelope. I was intrigued, as I still had no idea what was planned for our time in January. There were two tickets.

"Sunbury Music Festival. What is Sunbury? Thanks, Sis, I know you planned this and begged me. But who is playing at it."

"Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs for one."

"Really, well it might be worth putting up with my big sister to hear them I guess."

"Well, who knows? You never get out. You might even meet a hot girl."

"Okay, okay," said Dad, "we are trusting you to keep her safe from any unsavoury types. We trust you, Gus."

Joy huffed and said under her breath. "And I'm twenty-four." I silenced her with a wink, encouraging her not to take the bait.

Christmas Dinner was a joyous affair, but in our family it always was.

"Did you bring any new albums up with you Gus, Joy always looks forward to them."

"Yes," Dad, "I did."

"Well, maybe you two can go over to Joy's place after lunch and listen to them. I'm sure you want to catch up."

"Dad," Joy giggled.

"What?" mum glared.

"I'm twenty-four we know you two want some peace to hehum."

I laughed. Dad chuckled. Mum went red.

"It is someone's special birthday soon, Gus." Mum tried deflecting.

"Yes, you're twenty-one, our Baby has grown up. Are you sure you can't be here for that?" Dad added.

"Or at least be here for New Year's and we can combine the celebration."

"I'm sorry, I also have news. I will be flying to Boston in three days' time."

"You mean the US of A."

"The same one. I get back on the twentieth, that's why I can fit Sunbury in."

Joy was almost beside herself with questions.

"I have been asked to work on an international team to help governments and universities communicate using their computers. Things like file transfers. I've been working on the Melbourne University side of it most of the year. It will count toward my honours, instead of a thesis. We are having an experts collaboration at Harvard. The Uni is paying for me to go.

"One reason I have only got you something small this year Joy is I'm hoping to pick up some albums for you over there."

I got a big hug from Joy.

"I'll make a list. Ones we can't get here."

"I'm still worried you will be on your own for your twenty-first Birthday Gus," Mum said

"Here's an idea. You can all come down to Melbourne for it. I'll put you up. Well, pay for a hotel. Then Joy can stay down with me before we go to this festival.

I could tell Joy almost wet herself. Both ways.

Dad hopped up to consult the calendar.

"No can do. The water is on that day and next door a few days later."

Mum was thinking. "I just feel we can't do that to him. Joy, could you go down early to represent the family."

"I can check with work."

"They had better give you the time off Love, you work so hard. I'll talk to the committee if they won't."

"Well, that's settled," Mum said. "We will send a pressie down with Joy. Next time you visit we will all go out for dinner."

We couldn't contain our excitement as we danced through the vines to Joy's. We put a new Zeplin Album on. I flopped on a beanbag and Joy flopped on me.

"I can't believe it. I get an extra four days with you."

"I didn't put anything on between the states and you so I can show you the town."

"Take me shopping."

I grinned, "Things a little brother does for a big Sister."

She ground herself into my hardening cock.

"Do you have any of those condoms left?"

"Are you kidding me?" She gave me the dirtiest of looks until she got the double meaning.

"No actually."

I almost got frozen out.

"I gave them to a colleague. He got lucky. Later he told me he used them all."

"Lucky bastard."

"You are telling me, the most unlikely of the lot of us."

We kissed long and hard. I was going long and hard down there. Is that a physical tautology? I mused as I felt my sister's breasts.

"Cool it, I would hate Mum to have second thoughts and suddenly walk in." She cautioned.

We listened to the album until it was time to turn it over.

"Do you think they are starting to let me grow up? It sucks being a girl. I mean, I'm twenty-four already."

"I think it's because they trust me."

"That's right my little brother, goody-two-shoes who wants to fuck me right now."

"Shit, busted."

"Do you think we will end up going all the way?"

I breathed a sigh. "I hope so, I can't keep going on like this much longer."

"Me neither. I will see you in less than a month."

"I might have jet lag."

"You bloody better not!"

"Can you buy condoms in the US?"

"I had better not, I probably won't get them through Customs. Imaging how embarrassing that would be."

"Getting arrested for sex stuff."

"Don't hold your breath if we 'go all the way' then we are breaking the law in every State of Australia."

"Do you want to risk it?" Joy asked, suddenly serious.

I leant in and kissed her passionately.

"I take it that is a yes."

"A big fucking Yes! I'm going to enjoy getting your 21st gift."

"Gus, you just ruined my surprise. Now I have to think of another present."

We were getting very randy with Joy straddling me.

"Gus, let's go for a walk, among the vines."

"I agree, I need to cool off."

Joy led me to the far side of the property. The vines were lush with green and the grapes seeding well.

"I wanted to do this," Joy exclaimed with excitement as she pulled my pants down and grabbed hold of my penis which had been going down.

"You need some relief if you are to last two days. I wanted to do this that time I saw you wanking. Shit, I love the feel of your dick."

I slipped my hand into Joy's panties. She was still wearing the Christmassy summer frock she had on in church.

"Hold on, I don't want to get them wetter than they need to be." she removed her panties then Joy leant over and spat on my penis to give it lubrication. I had my finger in plenty of lubrication. We masturbated each other while remaining standing.

It was a rapid desperate search for relief. Both our bodies went to jelly as we came.

I painted the vines. My sister licked my sperm from her fingers. I licked mine as well. We were nearly out of the vines when we heard a phone ring.

"What is that?"

"It's a phone. I think it's yours," I said. "But I've not heard it before."

Joy took off for the kitchen.

"Hi, mum."

"What's the use of having a phone if you don't answer it?"

"Gus and I were just out checking the vines. He has not had a chance to see how they are doing."

"Well dinner is ready, come on over."

We washed hands and faces just in case and wandered over talking of ideas for Melbourne.

Dad pulled me aside after tea.

"Son, I'm impressed. You have made yourself someone in the world like no one I have ever known. Joy in contrast is struggling. She is in the best job in this district to meet boys, and she has gone out a lot of times, but no one for a second date. I think she is getting despite"

"I have observed that she is not happy with the dates she has been on."

"Well, I am sort of pleased she will spend some time in Melbourne with you. But."

"I knew there was a but coming Dad."

"But I'm worried she will attach herself to the first loser that comes along. A rock music festival is probably crawling with them. Not to mention the risk that he is taking drugs.

"Struth if she gets pregnant while there I'll never forgive myself for letting her go and I'll chase him down and kill him. So I'm relying on you to keep her safe and close. I would say don't let her out of your sight. But she is a twenty-four-year-old. It's time she grew up and made something of herself."

I listened carefully as Dad continued.

"The house here has been a good step. Maybe you could help her find a career in the big smoke. Maybe one of your intelligent friends might be what she is looking for. Bugger all intelligence up here among the Block boys."

I could think of one off the top of my head, me, but I was definitely not what Dad would want. Is a son son-in-law a thing?

"Well, you go spend the rest of the evening with your sister. Your presence certainly perks her up."

"Okay Dad, and I'll ring when I get back from the States."

"And as soon as your sister arrives after. Thanks, Son."

I joined Joy in the bean bags and we listened to the latest from Jethro Tull, which I brought up with me. It was hard for us both to ignore the elephant in my pants. We were so excited. I filled Joy in on our conversation.

"Flip the favourite Son is surely going to disappoint his Dad then."

"But look on the bright side. I do perk you up."

"You go in the morning."

We were sharing a beanbag and the closeness it forced on us.

"I'm leaving in the morning, earlyish. But I will ring you as soon as I get home."

"I'm working tomorrow night."

"Okay as soon as you get home."

"I might wake you."

"It will prepare me US time."

"Deal."

Time flew but the trips dragged, The drive home, then the flight over to the States and back.

I rang Joy as soon as I arrived back home from Boston. I was jet lagged but that didn't stop us talking for hours. My phone bills were going to be massive.

"Gus I can't wait, I'm leaving tomorrow, I was planning the day after, but I'm too excited."

"Well get a good night's sleep. It's a long drive. You have not done that big a trip before."

"Do you realise it's the furthest south I've been, ever?"

"True, when we went on family holidays to the city, it was always Adelaide. This is twice the distance. Stop and get some sleep if you need to. I'll see you tomorrow night. I can't believe that."

"You will need to clean up."

"Too jet-lagged, you will have to bed down with my dirty clothes on the couch."

"First I wouldn't mind that. I miss your smell. Second you get the couch. I'm sleeping in your bed."

"If you're in my bed we won't be sleeping."

"Promise."

"Certain."

"And no wanking off. Save it for me."

"I Love you, Joy, I want to be your lover."

"You are my lover Doofus!"

"Ok, I love you more than any Brother ever should. And there is no bloody STD voice to cut me off saying it this time."

(STD - stood for Subscriber Trunk Dialling in Australia at that time. The other sort of STDs were known about but not called that.)

"Gus, I love you.... You have thirty seconds do you wish to..."She imitated the voice and hung up.

I slept half of the next day. I panicked, my Sister would be here in hours. I did have a suitcase to unpack and a lot of little presents to either wrap or hide. Plus I did only have one Bed. It was a queen, fortunately. But would Joy want to sleep with me?

I was expecting that after my birthday neither of us would be virgins. But we had a few days to wait till then. I was still renting the same flat I had when I first moved down. It was in Lygon Street. Lygon Street was not the trendy place it is now. It was a reasonable walk to campus and there were trams that ran to uni within a block of my place.

Maybe I should get my Sister's help in choosing a bigger place to buy. I was putting much of my earnings away into technology shares. I had a chance in the States to talk to colleagues about interesting new projects they were working on. Thus I was able to draw by implication companies to follow, should they be listed on the Stock Exchange. My growing share portfolio was earning much more than my consulting. I could probably buy a block of units in this part of town. Rent them to Uni students. As you can tell I was still interested in making money.

I went down to the Vic markets but had forgotten they closed halfway through the day. So I called into a supermarket for some basics, and we would go to the markets together in the morning. I just made it home when I got a call from Joy.

"I'm lost, Gus, Melbourne is Huge."

"Where are you?"

"I'm on Sydney Road."

"How did you get there, You're not coming from Sydney."

"Don't sass me, Gus, it's frightening driving here."

"Ok, well keep going down that road toward the city until you hit the Brunswick shops. Anywhere along there turn left and three or four blocks over you will find Lygon Street. Then turn right into it and keep going toward the city. Look for the numbers, my unit is number 3 when you do. Parking may be a problem. But park where you can and I'll sort it when you get here. Maybe I'll wait on the street for you."

"I should hope so Gus. Now I have to find my car. I had to walk back to this phone."

She hung up.

While I waited on the street I thought about the problem she was having. Having to find a payphone. Needing a map, locating herself, then finding me. Thinking about the ARPANET Project I was working on, was it possible to invent a way to do all that with a phone that didn't need a landline? Using satellite or something.

Dream on Gus, I said to myself we have only just landed on the moon. Shit, but they still talked to us from up there. So actually it was possible.

Just then a car horn sounded and a black Cortina pulled up. The driver was screaming at me. Screaming for joy. I giggled Joy screaming for Joy.

Double parked, she hopped out and threw herself into my arms. We kissed and received hoots from cars starting to pile up behind her.

"Park down here Joy, I've cleared my car park for you.

I guided her down the drive."

"Where is yours?" She asked once she got out.

"Parked around the corner in an unrestricted zone."

We unpacked the car, not that Joy had much. As soon as we were in the door, the bags were dropped and we were all over each other; Mouths, hands and hearts.

"Welcome to Melbourne, "I managed to breathe between kisses. I pushed Joy back a little. "You need to ring Mum before we continue."

"Good point where is the phone?"

I watched as my big Sister made the call. She had on a tight pair of hot pants that sculpted her pert bottom. Above those a naked midriff and a light loose top that barely hung below her large breasts. These were encased in a flesh-coloured bra. The result was it was hard to tell if she had a bra on under the top.

She was talking to Mum and leaning forward on the counter wiggling her bum at me. She wasn't tall, but she was all legs in those hot pants. It was too tempting. I stepped up behind her and ground my very hard penis against her bottom.

"Yeah, he is right here, do you want to speak to him?"

"Ok will do, tomorrow then, yes thanks, Mum."

She hung up. But stayed where she was.

"Cheeky but I like it, Gus. But we need to talk. Can you get me a cold drink?"

"Sorry, where are my manners."

"Down here little Brother," and she rubbed my dick through my shorts.

I groaned.

"So how was the trip?"

"Hot, real hot, for most of it the temperature was well over 100 degrees."

We had not yet converted to Celsius, and neither did cars have air conditioners.

"I need to go to the toilet."

"It's in through there, do you want a cool shower you look hot. Although I was enjoying your hot body all over me."

"I think that is best, then we need to talk before you get this hot body."

We put her suitcase on the couch and she grabbed some things to change into. I listened to her piss and shower. The walls were thin, and definitely not soundproof. I had never been in here with anyone else, so I hadn't noticed how small a flat it was.

Joy was singing Dylan's 'Little Boxes'.

"This truly is a little box." She said as she came out. "I was sort of expecting a Playboy-type mansion."

I didn't reply as I was looking at my nearly naked sister. Meaning she had a pair of large white underpants on and nothing else. Her breasts moved and bounced as she walked.

I moved to cuddle my now cool Sister. We kissed passionately for five minutes. Yes, those boobs got some attention.

"We need to talk, Gus, first."

We sat on a beanbag together.

Joy looked into my eyes and ran her fingers through my hair. "You need to grow this Jack."

"I know I was starting to, but the Proff said I should get it cut before the states. He was right. All the programmers had short back and sides. The US was much more conservative than us, at least in the engineering department. But you wanted to talk."

"I have a problem you need to know about before we keep going with the kissing and stuff."

"Dad put a chastity belt on you before you came down."

"No!" she thumped my arm. "But I'm sure he wanted to. Periods, I still have mine. I thought I would be finished but apparently not."

"Thus the big panties."

"Yes, so we can do stuff but you can't go down there."

"I don't care. Well I do, but we can still kiss and I can enjoy these." I said as I rubbed her nipples.

"Did the periods make the trip even worse?"

"It did, but I've not been cramping much, it's just my discharge that is hanging on."

"Thanks for the warning."

She took my face in her hands and brought my lips to hers.

"You are such a sweet adorable little brother. Kiss me."

We made out for quite a while. I moved from her lips to suckling her nipples, slobbering on them may be more accurate. I was so hard and I had not masturbated since Boston, so I had very full balls.

Joy looked into my eyes longingly.

"I want you to take my virginity, but on your birthday, until then there are other things I want to try."

Her hand snaked down to my hard penis.

"You must be so backed up, I assume you have been saving your sperm for me."

"Yes," I groaned, "I might cum at any moment."

Joy's fingers undid the buttons on my shorts and I helped her pull them down. She took my tee shirt off as well.

"Lie back Gus, there is something I've been wanting to try."

Her hands were re-familiarising herself with my cock. My precum was leaking, almost flowing from my swollen head. But when she leant down and licked the flow from the head my other head saw stars.

I had no conception that what she did next was a thing. My big sister put my penis in her mouth. Like she sucked it into her mouth and ran her tongue around it.

"Shit I'm cumming," I blurted and I did.

I shot a massive load into her mouth. While Joy was surprised it didn't stop her. She swallowed and sucked some more. I shot much more in successive spurts. When I stopped she pulled her head up, my cum was dribbling down her chin. Her grin was contagious.

"Gus that was fun."

"Really, I mean, I really really enjoyed it but what, I didn't even know or think that might be something someone would do."

"A barmaid I worked with a few years ago told me about it. I've been wanting to try it on you ever since."

"But you swallowed."

"Yes, it wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. It saved a lot of mess." My Sister scraped a dribble off her chin and offered it to me.

"No thanks."

"Chicken."

She sucked it into her mouth. Then she kissed me so quickly. Shute I was tasting it anyway. She went full tongue and soon I was kissing her with newfound enthusiasm.

"Ok," I gasped as I took a breath. "Not as bad as I thought. If it means I can keep on getting that, whatever it is called, I'll keep on kissing you."

"Smart move dear Brother, it's called a Blow Job by the way."

"It should be called a suck job."

"It's Oral sex, in this case, it is fellatio."

"I have heard of that but never knew what it was."

"Well, you can do cunnilingus on me later. But not now, I'm still bleeding."

"Oh, you mean down there?"

"Yes little Brother, lick me down there. I hear it's the best."

"Shute, I am ignorant aren't I?"

"Yes, little brother, but so cute because you are."

"So had anyone ever..." I nodded to down there.

"No cutie, I'm very inexperienced, unlike my friend, but I certainly want to change that up."

"Are you hungry, I mean not for more sperm, I mean so you want to go out for tea."

"Famished actually."

"Well we live in The Italian quarter of Melbourne, so as long as you like Italian let's eat."

"You should shower first, but only if I can watch."

"Well, I promised Dad I would not let you out of my sight so that works."

It was funny, odd having someone watch me shower. Let's just say I got hard again, the soap helped but more so my sister's, staring, lustful gaze.

We chatted about my trip overseas.

"I have lots of stuff for you. I managed to get to a big music and record shop. I had to pay a fortune at customs to bring them in. Fortunately, the customs officer liked Rock, so he let some through that the censors might have rejected.

"Apparently things had relaxed a bit a few years ago and rock music was not as censored. Drug use was the key issue. The British bands were pushing this further than the States was comfortable with."

"I think you just said it was present opening tonight Gus."

"What, this is not enough?" as I turned my hard cock in her direction.

"Sucking your Beautiful penis will be my thanks. But a girl can't live on sperm alone, so let's go eat. Do I need to dress up?"

"Well, public nudity is still censored so yes. Maybe good casual. We will be at a Restaurant."

Hand in hand we walked Lygon Street and chose an intimate little restaurant.

We might have had too much red wine to drink with our meal. We were giggling and were being silly all the way home.

Joy nearly raped me as soon as we got in the door.

"Pressie that we can listen to, then I can give you my reward."

I gave her the first hastily wrapped album.

"Chicago III, I've not heard of them."

"An up-and-coming band, not yet released here."

We put it on and Joy had my pants down so fast.

"Hopefully you will last longer this time," as she knelt before me and tackled my penis with her mouth.

I started semi-soft but quickly swelled up to fill my Sister's loving lips. I stripped out of my clothes while she explored. We made our way back to the beanbag.

"Gus I need to cum. Rub me down there but I have a big pad on so, shit I hate this time of the month. I hate it more now."

I tried but Joy just got more frustrated.

"Not working, let me get you off at least."

Joy used her hands on my cock and balls as well as her mouth. In no time I was cumming again.

"Almost, I almost came," she sighed.

"I have an idea. Stand up and follow me."

I led her back to the shower. Then I stripped her and removed her pad. It didn't look too bad but it was still red and Joy's sex juices had turned much of it pink.

I turned on the shower.

Come here and sit against me." I sat against the shower wall and let the tepid water flow over us. That way I could put my arms around my Sister and cuddle her, as I began to explore her vulva and all its bits.

"Oh yes Gus, I love you."

Joy tilted her head back and we locked lips in a passionate kiss. My right hand continued its ministrations as my right played with her breasts and flicked her hard nipples.

"Fuck yes, like that, shit cumming, keep going."

"Ah," she grunted, "that cramp hurt, but don't you dare stop. Again."

I made her cum five times in my arms before she called enough. The spasms of her climaxes released a lot of blood and mucus. We watched as it drained away.

"Hopefully that got rid of the last of it," Joy said.

Eventually, we stood and dried each other.

"Stay naked, I'm sleeping with you tonight Gus, but I will have to put on another pad."

We were both so tired. Cumming certainly helped this. So we crawled into bed after doing our teeth and slept like babies wrapped in each other's arms.

My dreams that night included a new element that fed from last night's experiences. But this time the dreams were filled with warnings of being drowned in blood as my Sister blew me. Then all of a sudden the blood flow stopped and I was, or at least my penis was caught in the sensations of a warm wet mouth. I was waking and dreams became reality.

My sister's eyes looked up at me longingly. I felt downward, dopy with sleep but transitioning. I felt my Sister's hair and her hand clasped mine. Dreaming no longer I was swamped with the reality of my desires.

My sister was trying to take as much of me in as she could. She spluttered and gasped.

"My friend said that the challenge was to take a cock all the way, so your lips touch his pubes. If you do that his cock is actually in the throat. She said she was training her gag reflex."

"Darling don't. I like it best when your tongue can play with me while it is in there."

"Ok let's do that, but I will keep trying to learn to do it."

"Well later maybe when you get bored of doing this.""

"Little brother with a big cock, I will never get bored of this."

She slurped me back in and played. Shit, her tongue really worked my glans and shaft. I groaned.

"Tell me what works best, we are learning here."

I looked down at her serious face as she examined my cock.

"I have no idea what things are called but the edge of my head," (which I later learnt was the glans ) "is more sensitive than the top with the hole. See how it sort of makes a pinch-point at the bottom and there are little bumps, that is the most sensitive spot on the whole head."

"Wait let me try that."

Joy took me in and concentrated her tongue around these spots.

"Yes, damn that's good."

I was building toward a climax but the breaks in the action helped me to not explode.

"Now see how the trunk, or stem appears to have three sections like tubes held as one. Well the bottom one, the bit facing you, that seems to have something to do with cumming. When I concentrate my finger on pressuring that part as I pump up and down that really helps me cum."

My sister tried it. "Like that? "

I adjusted her fingers a little bit. "That's it fuck. Now another trick I learnt only this year. If you press hard on that same part down here near my balls I can stop myself from cumming, so long as I touch nothing else. It's like crimping a hose when you want to control a drink of water."

She pretended to try and bend my penis over.

"Shit no, don't even think about it."

She giggled. Joy tried that move as she pumped, and sucked, her hands adding the right pressure.

"I'm about to cum, shit."

I love her willingness to learn as she clamped down on me and removed her mouth. My cumming moment passed.

"I will let you into a secret, which I might yet regret. If you do that a few times, when I finally cum, I cum hard, with plenty of spunk.

She attacked my cock with renewed vigour. As I started again to indicate a pending explosion she stopped me again.

"Tell me when it's safe to let go. Gus, I noticed something, your penis goes through your ball Sack and continues down here."

She stoked me hard along that part that appeared to go internal before getting to my anus.

"Fuck, shute that's."

Suddenly I was shooting without warning. My big sister immediately took my head in her mouth as I continued to shoot my load. Finally, when she had sucked every drop from me she bobbed up.

"You are covered in sperm darling," I observed.

"I don't care finger, finger me now for god's sake."

I dove into her panties and under her pad. I figured it was only blood anyway.

I slid down her lips and inserted a finger as I ground the heel of my hand into her clit. She went off in a screaming orgasm.

Once she settled she snuggled into my chest, sperm and all.

"I guess I was ready for that. Sucking you sure turned me on."

I pulled my finger out and examined it.

"No blood. Let me double-check."

I slipped my finger into my mouth.

"Yummy, I like the salty aromatic taste. No blood, if there was I would taste it."

"So my periods are finished, goody."

My sister played in my sperm.

"I think we need to shower little brother." She said this as she flipped my small limp dick with her finger. "I love how your dick grows so much. Maybe she was talking about sucking a soft little dick."

"Enough or it won't be little anymore. After the shower, I want to take you to the Vic Markets for breakfast and some shopping."

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I was trying to write this in one part, but it kept getting longer. Now it will be in two parts.

I had hoped to publish this story within days of publishing Journey to Love 18 as they are interrelated. But this story went deeper and longer than planned. So I will publish it in two parts, and keep them coming as I write.

Thank you for all the kind comments on JTL 17. I trust this one keeps the faith to the style and focus of the series. Nearly all the stories in Journey to Love are scoring 4.7 to 4.8s which is difficult to do. So thanks for your votes. I just trust I can keep going at this quality.